Exotic Futa Dancers Collection by Reed James

Author:Reed James
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Naughty Ladies Publications
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

To be continued...

Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance

Exotic Futa Dancers 3

(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

by

Reed James

Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance

Destinee's fingers taped on the steering wheel of her car as we drove over the Causeway from Sacramento towards Davis. The music thudded on the radio and my fellow futa-stripper was swaying to the music. Her feathery, black hair spilled around her face. The Latina's plump lips pursed as she hummed to it.

Her excitement was palpable. I know mine was.

“Ooh, Spice, this is gonna be crazy,” my friend said, glancing at her phone hooked up to the dashboard mount. The GPS was active, showing us coming up on our exit.

I nodded my head.

“What sort of couple has a 'combined' bachelor party?” I asked, shifting in my seat. Spice and Destinee were our stage names, but we were so used to thinking of each other like that. “It seems weird.”

“Seems hot,” Destinee said. “The naughty bride's going to be there.”

We were both strippers at the Candy Cane Delight, a strip club in Sacramento. We were the only two futa-strippers there, transformed a few weeks ago by this naughty redheaded named Alison. She came into the club and captivated me. Her futa-presence had struck me while I was dancing on stage. She inspired me into a wild time.

She melted my pussy.

I gave her a lap dance and discovered she had something special about her: a clit that turned into a dick. When the club owner caught us, Destinee having joined in the fun by then, he wasn't angry like I thought. We were breaking the rules. We were engaging in sex with a customer. Instead of firing us, he knew all about futas.

He was eager to employ a pair of futa-strippers to boost the club's income.

We agreed. He had one condition that wouldn't spread the futas to the other strippers. He wanted Destinee and me to be special. He had us only put on wild shows only a few times a week. But they were shows that made us so much money. They were amazing. We fucked each other while the men, and a growing number of women, showered us in dollar bills.

So when we weren't dancing, we were free to hire ourselves out as freelance strippers. We were selective about who we accepted—we didn't want to give private shows to a group of guys—so when this couple called up saying they were sharing their bachelor/bachelorette party and wanted some strippers to show up, we had to say yes.

It sounded so naughty. We had a chance to do something wicked. To have fun. We leaped at it.

Destinee flicked on her blinker and exited the freeway at the first Davis exist. I shuddered. The small college town was a growing place, a middle-class suburb to Sacramento these days. The sun was still shining bright in the light afternoon, lighting up the pleasant town. Bicycles were everywhere, riding through their own bike lanes.

Davies called itself Bike City, USA for a reason.

The GPS led us through the community as my excitement mounted.

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