The cabbie speaks little, I am sure he actually doesn't know what to say. There in his cab is this gorgeous, sexy, tall, slim, T girl. My long stocking clad legs crossed, such a sophisticated lady. I can feel the sense of inevitability, that it is absolute, I surrender, to the thought that tonight I will be used. There will be no resistance from me. I will have a man over me, under me, behind me and inside me tonight. It's as if it's written in stone. The empty feeling in my stomach of letting go, the freedom of being controlled by another. Being used for none other than his gratification. To be his whore. As I step out of the cab I can feel the suspenders slide against my thigh, I can feel the tops of my stockings tight against my skin, I can feel my stocking feet slip in my heels. My dress sliding against the lace beneath, I am so turned on. I walk towards the club, walking as only a girl can, teetering in my heels, placing one foot directly in front of the other, I do my best, with a wiggle of my rear, I dare not walk as a man, how awful would that be? The club is intimate, warm, inviting. This girl can dance and take a drink, I can flirt, I can flash a stocking top. There are playrooms, both private and open. Would I need to watch to be even more turned on than I already am? I doubt it. Would I play with other for others to watch. Probably. With more than one? I'd love to. Slut. It's not late but as I walk to wards the bar I can see it's already busy. All styles and dress. Straight, gay, lesbian, TV, CD, TG, TS, we're all here tonight. I'll take a large vodka and diet coke thank you, I have to watch my figure. And a lady would never be seen drinking a pint of anything. A lady!? I stand at the bar, with my drink in hand, I turn and take in the view. Now where is he? The music is not too loud but it's pumping and the atmosphere is very much in the party zone. There's a buzz here tonight. A couple of TV's are dancing together, everyone can see their hands wandering over each other. Two lesbians are kissing sat amongst a group of 8 or so in a seated corner. I think I'll join that group, I think I recognise one of the guys there so I can say hi as I know him, kind of. That'll do. Smiles all round as I ask if I can join them. Kisses from a couple and hugs too. Hi, how are you, what's new? I'm sat next to Paul, he, I had seen here some time before. We chat, he's cool, we're cool. My stockings against my skin, sliding against the silk lining of my dress. Now against his thigh. He says a friend is supposed to meeting him later, we pass the time. I can feel the moistness against my panties, I am so turned on. The fact I am like this is public turns me on more. The fact my thigh is against his and I'm rubbing the stocking clasps against his thigh. I need release. The vodka relaxes me, I enjoy it here and suddenly I'm asked to dance. In these heels? I'm flattered and say so, however I think not darling but thank you. Shame, he had a nice smile as he walks away, and he smelled good too. Sigh. Maybe later. Time for another drink. I walk to the bar and again scan the crowds, it's really busy now and over at the back there's people in the open play rooms. I collect my drink and turn to watch the play. Four couples, all straight it would first appear, are all in a 69 position. A kind of open group orgy in semi darkness but it isn't difficult to see what they're doing. A few in the crowd are egging them on, such class, not! Let them play, I doubt they need any encouragement, they know what they want and they know what they're doing. Having full on sex in public. I love this place. I brush past a few more TV's in the crowd, we smile and nod. The feeling of what lies beneath this dress is an absolute joy. The silk and lace panties and bustier slip beautifully against the silk lining. My stocking and suspenders taught against my thighs. I am so tense yet so turned on. The sexual tension here now is almost physical, I can taste it. The thought that it is almost upon me, that at some point in the next couple of hours, my dark red lips will be sliding up and down a strangers cock, his hands will be inside my thighs at the top of my stockings and his fingers will be inside me, opening me up. I make my way back to where Paul was sitting. His friend has arrived. HE has arrived. The guy that shortly I will be sitting on, with his cock inside me. We smile and Paul says I am to sit between them. OMFG!! he is just what I need. A little short of 6' tall, broad shouldered, he has muscle. Short dark hair with a confident almost arrogant smile and he's wearing a tight fitting pink t shirt. He smells good and looks good. He'll do. He'll do Julie tonight. I don't ask his name and he doesn't offer. Thank you. We talk about the weather. Holidays. Favourite music. I tell him I'm here tonight for only one thing and ask him if he's busy for the next couple of hours because I have feelings that need release. He takes my arm and pulls me onto the dance floor. My head is spinning, two large vodkas and I'm a slag and teetering. I hold onto him, I dare not let go as these heels take no prisoners. It's so unlady like to be seen falling to the floor. He has his hands tight on my waist, above my suspender belt. He has his leg between my thighs, I can feel the suspender clasps rubbing against him and digging into me. I so want to show him what I'm wearing underneath. We smooch to the music, just moving around the dance floor, feeling the lace and silk sliding across my bare, smooth body. His skin is only millimetres from mine, between the fabrics we have on and I can feel his heat. I glance into his eyes and his mouth meets mine. His tongue is deep in my mouth and I could have almost gagged. He has an amazing tongue. I know he can taste my lipstick, I can taste it too. We hold on to each other, close. I can feel his cock against my my thigh now. How long must I wait to take him in my mouth, to feel him inside me? To feel him come inside me? We hold onto each other as we walk back to sit next to Paul. Once more I squeeze between them. The club has turned down the lights a little, it's even more intimate. Again our thighs are touching. This time his hand lays between my legs. Can anyone see, do I care, no? I slide over a little to face him and his hand slides up my dress. He can feel the silky smooth skin above my stocking tops. I lay my head into the nape of his neck and bite him. He flinches and he squeezes me. Paul carries on talking, his attention is on the guy to his right. He has his hand around the back of the others guys neck, playing with his hair. The other guy has his hand between Pauls thighs. He's running his hand up and down from his knees to his crutch. The sexual energy is overpowering, I want to leave here now, I need to feel him inside of me, I want to sit over him with my stockinged legs sliding outside of his waist and sit down hard on him. All the way up to his balls. Paul has reached over to his new friend and has unzipped his jeans. He now has his cock in his hand and there's a shine of pre come over the top of his cock. He leans forward and Paul now has him in his mouth. He lies back and watches Paul work on him. I, we, need to get out of here.