Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 100
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Sadly, I kind of fucked up my timelines, and this momentous 100th chapter is a scene-setter. But don't dismay, dear readers. I won't be hanging around, and the next action-packed episode will drop very soon. And that's where this party starts to get really interesting.
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The Saturday of the party, we arrived at Xochi in plenty of time. Louise had told me she wanted to get ready without rushing so we came down to the city on an earlier train.
We did a couple of drinks in the same Irish Pub we'd gone to the previous time we'd attended a party at Xochi, and when we arrived at the guest floor in the building on East 48th and the elevator opened, we were greeted by a very hot and very tall 'Party Advisor'.
"Oh, hi guys! Can I see your invite and PIN email please? You can show me on your phone, that'll be fine," she asked. Well, I doubt it was a 'she' given tonight's theme. And super-friendly tone or not, the voice was a dead giveaway.
Louise handed her phone over, smiling, a little nervously.
"Magical!" our 'Party Advisor' smiled back.
"So, I'm Sylvia, and I'll be your personal party advisor for tonight. I'll be stationed down here a large part of the evening and can provide assistance whenever you need it. Opening session, and midnight to one a.m. I'll be on the Party Floor. But you can always catch an advisor, me or Karina or Mel, there's three of us on tonight, in the office down the corridor. See, it's there at the end? OK, let me add you to tonight's WhatsApp group. That's a new thing, it worked out very well last party, and we're sticking with it. The group will be deleted at 7am tomorrow. Keep an eye out for updates. Like when a show starts, special events, that sort of thing."
Apart from the WhatsApp thing, it all sounded very familiar. It was obviously a script they read from, given that it was pretty much identical to our previous visit's welcome speech.
Sylvia? Well, if our 'Party Advisor' was anything to go by, tonight was going to be good.
Sylvia was an attractive blonde shemale, heavily made-up, dark eyeshadow and fake lashes, shiny bright red botoxed lips, with very large silicon enhanced tits squeezed into a shiny black latex bra. Sylvia's slim midriff was exposed, an ornate diamante belly button piercing dangling from her navel, and Sylvia's shapely hips were compressed in a matching black latex microskirt. Sylvia's outfit was completed by a pair of thigh length black patent leather high heel boots covering most of her very long and very feminine legs.
Sylvia's exposed arms were heavily tattooed top to bottom, not exactly my thing, but basically, if Sylvia asked me to suck her off right there and then, I'd have been down on my knees in a flash, and I'd have blown her until she shot a hot load in my mouth right there in the corridor. Louise, or no Louise. Shit, I had a hardon developing already. And this was just our 'Party Advisor'.
As Sylvia looked at an iPad she was holding, I noticed a bright green wristband on her right wrist. Wow! I could maybe fuck her! I wondered if Louise was picking up on my arousal.
"OK, you lovely people are Couple 2. Welcome to Xochi! I see you've been before, so you know how this works. Please follow me to your room. You're actually the first ones here tonight. I like the early ones. Some idiots turn up late, and sometimes we've even had to turn people away if they arrive too late after start time. You wouldn't believe it, but it happens sometimes!"
Sylvia led us to our room. I watched in awe as her large but shapely ass swayed in her shiny tight mini skirt. I think Louise was picking up on my excitement as she reached over and gripped my hand tightly.
"I'll take you through the room facilities. But before that, I know your names. Your real names, obviously. Are you OK with me using your names? Some guests don't like to, and we can of course keep it at Couple 2?"
Louise looked at me and I gave a slight nod.
"Sylvia, it's OK.." Louise started to say.
"Magical!" Sylvia interrupted, "So welcome, Louise, and welcome, Ron!"
We entered the room, and Sylvia took us through the facilities. The door lock mechanism, the 'Traffic Light' setup, based on the degree of privacy, or lack of privacy we wanted. The no cellphones rule. The minibar, the blue pills and the lube.
"The servers and bartenders tonight are all male, and they are all strictly off limits. You'll know about the wristbands," Sylvia said raising her wrist. "You'll notice tonight that one Party Advisor will not be wearing a wristband, so if you do see her upstairs, it's Mel, red hair, I mean REALLY red hair, she is off-limits too. Ah, one last thing. You know about the 'Showtime Room', right?"
I confirmed that we did.
We also knew from the online guide that the 'Mistress of Ceremonies' tonight was a transexual pornstar who had been big in the '90s, the 'Legendary Miss Lisa Lust' and that the 'Performers' included 'Some of the leading lights of the transexual adult entertainment industry', composed of 'Top stars from the US, Europe and South America'. But in the guide on the website, they'd been identified only by first names, so I hadn't really been able to do much research. Anyway, based on Sylvia, and I was still fantasizing about sucking her cock, I knew I was in for a treat.
"Well, do NOT miss tonight's first show. We have Kimmie, who's a gorgeous trans babe from Germany, and Donatella, who's from Italy, and they'll do a show which will ABSOLUTELY BLOW YOUR MINDS! And two lucky people from the audience will be involved. If you'd like it to be you Ron," Sylvia continued before turning back to Louise, "Sorry, Louise, this first show needs two guys, so Ron, sit in front and look like you want to be picked. Although I hear Donatella can be a little spicy and might go for a guest who looks nervous. You will LOVE it! OK, that little ping on my iPad means another couple are headed up. And.. yeeeeess, eh-hhhm, I see that Karina has a couple in the lobby too. Catch you later!" Sylvia finished off in a genuinely cheerful, almost sing-song voice.
I think Sylvia liked her job.
Sylvia left the room and the door clicked shut.
"Fucking hell, Ron! Put your tongue back in your mouth!" Louise barked almost immediately.
"Eh, Louise, I.."
"I'm only kidding! Jeez, Ron! This night is mainly for you. And Sylvia is VERY hot. If you want to make it with Sylvia, you can. As long as I can watch. Or take part. OK?"
"Sure, Louise, of course," I replied, hoping I would indeed get the chance to get intimate with Sylvia.
"And it's ages since we made a 'Sex Tape'," Louise added, "In fact, possibly the last time we did was here, when you fucked Deanna. Remember? I thought about it when Wanda mentioned her own 'Sex Tape' collection last week. Then I checked our small collection out. Anyway, I need to get ready. Get me a drink first. Vodka on the rocks! Now, it's time for me to beautify!"
I got Louise her drink, and myself a Scotch, then Louise went to the bathroom to get ready.
I caught a whiff of tobacco smoke as Louise prepared herself. Then I sat on the bed and looked again at tonight's Xochi party guide on my phone.
There was of course the 'Showtime Room' but no 'Dark Room' this time. Instead of the 'Dark Room' there was a 'Group Room' where up to eight people could 'Savor the delights of uninhibited sexual pleasure in an area of transcendent ambience'.
That didn't sound like it appealed to me too much. I wanted to watch the first show, and I so wanted to fuck Sylvia. Fuck her and suck her cock. Shit, it felt like some pre-cum was already seeping out of my slit.
Next, I checked out the short bios of the other couples.
We had 2 couples where both partners were described as TVs or CDs, four couples where one partner was trans, either with an accompanying guy partner (3) or a girl partner (1), and I was surprised at 4 couples with similar designations to ours.
We were described as 'An adventurous bisexual couple (both) and experienced Trans Admirers'. The other M-F couples were similarly described. The wordings were just slightly different in each case.
It actually seemed weird when I did the math. Less trans than non-trans if I was doing this right. No, it was eight and eight. Still, I wondered for a second if there would be enough tranny ass to go around. But then I remembered the performers.
I looked up as Louise walked back into the room. Fuck! This I had not expected.
"What do you think, Ron?" Louise asked as she spread her arms, arched her back, and pushed her perfect bust forward.
"Knockout! Louise, let's fuck right now. Let's just stay here in the room all night! You look amazing in black, Louise!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Ronald, I do so like it when you flatter me! But this would be rather an expensive hotel room, wouldn't you think?" Louise smiled.
Louise was wearing her hair down in loose tonged curls and had made her face up like a movie star. She was squeezed into a black fabric micro- dress, strapless and sleeveless. Her voluptuous titties were pushed upwards, with the mounds of chewable chest flesh pressed up and out, like they were about to spill over the top of her dress.
At the bottom of her smooth legs, which were bare, Louise had on a silver pair of sparkly pumps, the stiletto heels maybe 2 or 3 inches high.
The only piece of jewelry Louise had on except for her wedding ring was a shiny black glass link necklace. Jesus. She looked amazing, truly amazing.
Louise then spoke, pulling me out of my lustful state.
"OK, Ron. A last cigarette, and then we go up. Pour me another drink. Small one."
I poured Louise a shot type measure into her glass and tossed in another ice cube, as she lit a Marlboro.
We talked as we sipped our drinks. After a few minutes, Louise looked at her phone.
"OK, it's time. Phones in the safe box. And Ron, usual rules. I mean, our rules. Tonight, only together. And in the room. I mean, 'a' room. Not upstairs. 'Group Room' is not for me, and unless I get really excited, I don't want to fuck in front of an audience in a booth or at the bar. Actually, cancel that. I DEFINITELY don't want to fuck in front of an audience up there. If I suggest it, stop me. You want to join that first 'Showtime' thing, feel free. But if you do go on that stage, anything goes. So, one of those tranny sluts wants to stick it in your ass, you better be ready to take it in your ass. Actually, THAT would be VERY hot!"
Louise took a final pull on her Marlboro, and stubbed out her cigarette.
"Ron, let's do this. And like I said last time we were here, you know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Louise. And I love you too," I replied.
"OK, let's go," Louise responded.
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The walk to the elevator was a few steps longer than before given the location of Room 2, and I was glad no-one else had left their room when the elevator doors opened. However, as the doors were about to close fully, they suddenly re-opened.
Shit!
Louise smiled as another couple entered. I wasn't sure what to do. Normally, nobody ever fucking talks to strangers in an elevator. But I guess this wasn't 'normally'.
The couple who'd joined us were a tall athletic black guy with a shaved head, dressed in a tight neon pink T-shirt and tight designer jeans and brand-new white trainers. The female, and I was very sure she was a female, was a blonde in a short tight dress, also pink, with pink shoes, a tanning salon tan, and a short messy hairstyle. Fuckable. She had a hint of a younger Sharon Stone about her.
As the elevator started to ascend, the female turned to Louise.
"Couple 6," she said, smiling. Female for sure. The voice, 100%. The look, very sexy.
"Oh, Couple 2," Louise said in return.
Then the elevator doors opened to the 'Party Floor'.
I let the ladies and the black guy leave the elevator first.
A short male server with a dark ponytail handed us all a glass of Champagne. I glanced over at the bar.
Sylvia was already there talking to the barman. I recognized him from the time before. Sylvia turned and looked over towards us, then beckoned us over. Louise and the female half of 'Couple 6' started to walk over. Me and the black guy in the pink T-Shirt followed.
Another couple were standing next to Sylvia. They were both TVs. One wore a shiny black, Louise Brooks style bobbed wig, and a short blue dress with a high turtleneck, covering what I assumed to be silicone breastforms. The chin and nose were masculine. The other TV was dressed in a thin long dress, which was black with a mainly golden colored floral pattern. This dress had a lower neckline, but I couldn't make out any evidence of a bust. She, or rather he, was wearing a long dark wig, parted at the middle, and facially looked more feminine than their companion. Her makeup was less obvious and more professionally done than her partner's for sure.
They were both OK looking, but far from perfect. I realized I was probably being unfair. On any other night, I'd have fucked both of them.
Sylvia quickly did the introductions.
"OK, so here we have Couple 1. Couple 1 are OK using names tonight, so here we have Penny and Reese."
Penny (the one in blue) and Reese (the better looking one with no tits) smiled at us. I nodded a quiet 'Hi' back in their direction.
"Couple 2 here," Sylvia continued, "are also using names tonight, so please meet Louise and Ron."
We exchanged a set of 'Hi's' as Sylvia looked over at Couple 6.
"And here we have 'Couple 6'. Now, Couple 6," Sylvia continued, turning their way, "You mentioned downstairs that you wanted to stay anonymous. No names. So, Penny, Reese, Louise, and Ron, meet 'Couple 6'."
The black guy looked at his partner. She nodded.
"Fuck it! I'm Deejay, and this is Harriet," he said in a slightly nervous and effeminate voice.
"Ah, magical!" Sylvia laughed, "So now we're all on first name terms! That's simply magical! It makes things so much nicer."
Sylvia suddenly glanced over our heads.
"Ah! More guests! Who can this be?"
The elevator doors opened fully, and four more people got out. Three 'women' and one guy.
Taking the offered glasses of Champagne, they walked over and joined us.
Introductions were made, 'Couple 9' and 'Couple 10'.
All of them were using names.
'Couple 9', a Trans-Trans couple gave their names as Desdemona and Janetta. Imaginative.
'Couple 10' were Grant, the guy obviously, around our age and not bad looking, but not really my type, and Bibi, which she spelt out for us, 'B- I-B-I'. Bibi was a young-looking very passable shemale. She was very pretty actually.
We stood chatting and had a couple more drinks and gradually, over a fifteen-minute period, we were joined by all of the night's other players.
Tonight's other players?
Well, 'Couple 3' were made up of an obvious crossdresser, actually the least feminine out of the company so far, wearing a short red dress and large shiny red heels, and way too much make-up. They wore a totally fake blonde wig and squeezed into the low-cut dress an unfeasibly large pair of fake tits. By fake, I don't mean a boob job. I mean the things you bought mail order, like a bra filled with latex boobs. 'She' was with a thirty- something Latino guy with slicked back hair in a shiny gray suit over a very bright red shirt. 'She' went by 'Renata', he was introduced as Rey.
Next, 'Couple 4'. Well, they were M-F, and around our age. Him handsome, longish hair, clean-shaven, in an expensive looking dark suit (I'd worn my suit tonight, and I was glad I had, given the dressed-up nature of the other guests). And yes, he was definitely my type. Her a VERY hot redhead, in a tight shiny silver dress, with a decent rack. Possibly enhanced. Check that. Very probably enhanced. They were also using names. It turned out everyone was tonight.
John and Maxine.
I'd for sure consider a foursome with them if the opportunity arose. But I guess tonight wouldn't be the night. Tonight, the night was all about she- cock for me. But I'd probe a little during the evening and see if Louise would be interested on another occasion.
'Couple 5' were a Trans-Girl couple. Bernie (the TV) and Haley (the girl).
This was where we had our first 'fashion incident'. Bernie and Haley were rocking a 'Twins' look, I assumed deliberately. They even had the same make-up and hairstyles and were both wearing identical silver mini dresses which were only very slightly different to Maxine's. The three of them had a good laugh about it, but Maxine didn't look 100% happy. It showed in her eyes. At least both of the 'Twins' were blonde, and with Maxine being a redhead, it wasn't like we had three clones.
'Couple 7' was made up of an attractive mature blonde female, clearly nipped and tucked, and for sure rocking a very obvious boob-job, they were like beach balls. She looked around 50 and was accompanied by a much younger guy who was rocking a Donnie-esque twink look and was clearly wearing eye make-up and a touch of lip gloss. Most definitely my type. They were introduced as Irene and Andy. I soon got the impression Andy really liked Louise. The little fucker was entranced, and I think Irene picked up on it. And for sure, Louise did too. She even started flirting a little. Fuck.
And lastly, we had 'Couple 8', which one half of was a mature male, late 40s at a guess, with a short-haired 'Silver Daddy' look. The 'female' half was an older, blonde trans woman. For sure trans. You could tell, the jawbone, the Adam's apple. She was called Zeta. She had a very nice figure squeezed into a black latex mini-dress which showed a lot of cleavage. She was wearing thigh length shiny black boots, with black lacy stocking tops visible at the top of each thigh. Not a million miles from how Sylvia looked, actually. She was a candidate for me, and I knew Louise's penchant for mature cock would make a match with these two a distinct possibility. I was pretty sure we'd be fucking with them later on. I glanced over at Louise briefly and could tell she was interested in the guy, who was called Dean.
Pulling me back to the here and now, the barman loudly tapped on a glass a few times to get everyone's attention.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, and of course our other very special Ladies, please pray silence for, Miss Lisa Lust!"
Lisa Lust walked onto the floor to our left. From the area where the 'Showtime Room' was. There was a quiet ripple of applause initiated by the barman and Sylvia.
My first thought, and I'd watched a lot of her porn output in the past, was that Lisa hadn't aged well. The plastic surgery was obvious. It was noticeable during her peak so that wasn't a total surprise. The too-smooth botoxed forehead, the sculpted cheeks, most likely implants, the overfilled lips, and most of all her obvious pixie nose, that reminded me of Janet Jackson's.
Of course, she still had those unfeasibly large fake melons, which were practically popping out of a long Drag Queen style glittery purple dress. I noticed she had one of those transparent plastic ear sets on, with a tiny foam bubble mic near the left side of her mouth.
Lisa then started her intro speech.
"Hi everyone! Welcome to Xochi!"
The sound was coming out of speakers on the wall.
There was a pause so we could mumble a group 'Hi' in response.
"Well, I do see a couple of familiar faces."
I wondered who.
"But a whole lot of new people too. Everyone, you are going to have a GREAT evening! I think tonight's Showtime offerings will BLOW YOUR MINDS!"
Another pause from Miss Lust.
"So, to tonight's performers. And you'll meet them all in a few minutes. First, we have one of the World's most beautiful trans girls, Kimmie. She's come over specially all the way from Hamburg, Germany. She'll be joined by Donatella, a very hot T-Girl who has flown in from Milan, Italy. If you've seen Donatella in action before, you'll know I mean it when I say she's as freaky as they CUM! You guys don't know how lucky you are!"
Yet another pause.
"We also have girls from closer to home. Three in fact, as we have a late surprise addition. Anyway, first we have Jayne, who is making a real name for herself out West in the adult entertainment business. She's not long in the industry, but she's already a young sensation. You'll recognize her if you might have watched any shemale porn lately!"
Another pause. A small ripple of laughter.
"Total schoolgirl SLUT next door! I HATE her!" Lisa said before starting to laugh loudly which set a few of the audience off again.
"Next, all the way from Brazil, we have the great Gaby Bigcock!"
Shit. Her, I knew. Well, her porn career I mean. She wasn't the best looking. Nice coffee colored complexion, but a somewhat stern looking face. However, she had this long thin cock, that looked at least ten inches in the movie clips I'd watched. And I'd seen her put it to good use in a few of them. I would suck it for sure if I got the chance. And in the right mood, maybe I'd take it in my ass.
"And, last, but not least, a real treat. We have a real legend gracing us with their presence tonight. Almost as much of a legend as I am! So, you lucky, LUCKY people, tonight we also have the one-and-only, Lolita Carter!"
Shit! That fucking Lolita? The one who fucked me one Friday when Louise was out of town. No. Couldn't be. Surely?
"So, round of applause please, here come the girls!"
Music kicked in as the performers all walked in from the left. The first girl I saw was obviously Kimmie from Germany. She was tall, dark-haired and stunningly beautiful. Then I caught sight of purple hair I recognized, and gulped.
Fuck! It was definitely THAT Lolita!
TO BE CONTINUED