Tess and Quinn

Quinn sighed and squirmed uncomfortably as the loud, pulsing music enveloped him like it was attempting to invade his thoughts. He wondered how his co-workers had actually talked him into coming to this place. Technically, he remembered the conversation. He remembered them telling him that Pride was the best time to go out to the clubs, that this place had a great deal on drinks for the occasion. He remembered the conversation but he didn't remember his thought process, or why he'd said yes. Regardless, here he was, surrounded by people, but feeling isolated.

She walked past their table again, on her way to the bathroom, and again, as he meekly looked up at her, she was looking back, smirking knowingly. He snapped his gaze away, blushing, hoping nobody noticed. She was this gorgeous, six foot tall goddess dressed in a pair of short shorts and a top that was barely more than a bra. Using the Pride celebration as an excuse to dress that way. Well, that was one of the benefits his co-workers had sold him on, for going out tonight.

"Quinn, you're bumming me out, dude. Just go talk to her."

"Yeah, actually, you know what? The only reason she's not talking to you is because you're moping at the table here with us. You're banished for your own good. Get outta here!"

His co-workers cheered and laughed at him, some of them more than a little buzzed already. He tried to stay, and laugh off the "banishment" but they weren't having any of it.

"Shun the banished one!" one guy chanted, and the rest joined in before collapsing into fits of giggles.

Quinn shot them all a glare, but they either didn't notice or didn't care. With an annoyed grumble, he grabbed his cola and stormed off towards the bar.

"Fucking pricks," he muttered to himself once he got to the bar, planning on ordering a drink, despite his promise to be the designated driver. They could all take cabs as far as he cared.

"Hey, cutie. What's got you all aflutter?" A soft, sultry voice next to him and a hand on his shoulder made him yelp and almost spill his drink. It was her, she was standing next to him, hand on his shoulder, that same, knowing smirk on her face. Fuck, his co-workers were right. Why'd they have to be right.

"My co-workers just... they said the only reason you weren't talking to me was because I was sitting with them." He admitted, a little bit bitterly.

"Well, they're completely wrong. I had every intention of getting that sweet butt of yours into my lap before the night's over." Tess' hand crawled across to his other shoulder, her arm now resting against the back of his neck. The aggressive, intimate contact made him blush and he struggled to keep his cool.

"I... umm... your lap?" he stammered lamely, any pretext of playing it smooth going out the window.

"Uh-huh, that's what I said." she learned closer by just the tiniest little bit and yet somehow the insignificant motion made butterflies roil about inside Quinn's stomach. He couldn't answer, he just stared at her "Wanna come over to my booth and meet my friends?" As she spoke, her fingers gingerly touch and exploring the side of his neck, making him shiver. He'd never had a woman make him feel this way.

"Y-You want me to sit in your lap? If... we go?" He stammered, and immediately felt a pang of regret. She'd told him twice that was what she wanted, why was he babbling?

"Yup. I get what I want, or I'm not interested. Besides, unless my instincts are off, you want to be a good boy and give me what I want, don't you?" Her fingers shifted, gripping him firmly and controllingly by the back of the neck.

Quinn swallowed, his mouth dry. "Yes, Miss." He replied, entranced. He almost winced at himself, this girl was at a club, she wasn't his homeroom teacher.

"Miss? Hmm. Let's have you call me Tess for now. I'll change that in a bit," She smiled at him, and ruffled his hair a little. "Come along now." She dragged him away from the bar and from his one fifth of a cola, leading him towards the booth she had been sharing with two others. As Quinn passed by his co-workers table, he couldn't resist a look. He saw several grins going in his direction, but he pointedly looked away, not wanting to let them gloat too much.

A lone woman was in the semi-circular booth when the two of them arrived. "Heyy Tess. You went and got him, huh?" she snickered as Tess took a seat and promptly dragged Quinn into her lap, wrapping her arms around his waist. The girl was a small, waifish brunette that looked kind of out of place compared to Tess. While Tess was tall and gorgeous, the other girl was cute, short, and dressed kind of plainly. Well, short being a relative term; she was only a little shorter than he was.

"Yup. Where'd Britt go?" Tess asked, her hands generously roaming across his midriff.

"His work called and he had to go. Just you and me here tonight I guess." The other girl rolled her eyes and slipped at her drink. "Anyway, I'm Sammie. What's your name?"

"I'm, uhh... Quinn," he mumbled, breaking eye contact with the cute pixie as Tess continued to fondle him.

"Ooh, cute name. Don't think I'll use it much for you though, especially when I've got you down on your knees~" Tess purred hungrily into his ear, her teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. She slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt and started exploring. Her nails scratched the smooth, bare flesh underneath her fingers ever so slightly as her hands moved with purpose.

Sammie giggled softly, her voice keeping Quinn from totally falling under Tess' spell. "So how is Pride been going for you, Quinn? I mean, it certainly looks like its it's at a high point right now."

"It's... going a-aah! T-Tess, please!" Quinn squealed as Tess' fingers grabbed one of his nipples, rolling them gently at first, but then quickly pinching and squeezing it more roughly. He squirmed around in her lap, and as he did, he felt something hard amidst Tess' soft, curvy frame. Something hard, and so hot that he could feel the warmth through her flimsy shorts, was poking him in the ass.

"Mmpf. I do love that slutty begging voice of yours. Why don't you tell Mommy what you want from her?" Tess' voice sounded so excited in his ear, and her cock - yes it was most definitely a cock - twitched as she wiggled her hips to lodge it deeper between his cheeks.

""Y-you... have a penis...?" he whimpered softly. He wasn't leaving and he didn't feel disgusted. Tess was soft and sexy and her hands felt so good as they teased and toyed with him. It felt like... he should do something about this, though. It felt like he wasn't living up to some unseen critic's expectations by not calling Tess a tranny and angrily storming off. Much as he didn't know what to do, he wasn't going to do that. Never.

"Mmhmm, and its it's very eager to get acquainted with those lips of yours, but I need to hear you beg first." Tess kissed him on the back of the neck, her breath hot in his ear.

His eyes flickered towards Sammie. She wasn't teasingly trying to engage him in conversation anymore. She was watching them intently, but she also had a sweet, good-natured smile on her face. She winked at him encouragingly, and he felt himself surrender.

"Please... Can I?" he begged.

"Hmm, I dunno Sammie, whadda ya think?" Tess chuckled, her nails dragging a series of five, sharp lines down the front of his chest. The sensation made him gasp and squirm in her lap, but he didn't want to leave.

"A solid effort. I think you'll have to train him if you want better."

"Yeah, good point." Tess hugged him close, squeezing him so hard he almost coughed. She gyrated her hips upwards, grinding her cock into his ass suggestively. "Alright, sorry to ditch you again Sammie. Wish Britt a happy Pride for me, 'kay?" She twisted, pushing Quinn off her lap and standing up. With a wave to her friend, she grabbed Quinn by the wrist and started dragging him towards the bar.

"Where are we..." Quinn asked, but if Tess heard him, she didn't pay attention.

"Need to borrow the staff bathroom for a bit, 'kay?" Tess addressed the bartender, who just waved her onward, and she led them through a doorway, down a half-flight of stairs, and into a cramped staff room with a single bathroom off to the side.

"Hey Tess," There was a single employee of the club finishing getting dressed there, and he gave Tess a friendly wave before he left. Less than ten seconds later, Tess had him seated on the closed lid of the toilet, and she was wriggling out of her shorts.

"So, I've never... done this before" Quinn murmured, blushing.

"Really? I'd have thought a cute twink like you probably gets offered more dick than he can handle." Her shorts came off, and her panties followed suit. Quinn's breath caught in his throat as Tess' cock came free. It had several inches on his, it was already rock-hard with a serious curve to it and a bead of pre-cum glistened on her slit. It was beautiful, just like her.

"I... I was straight this morning..." he said.

"Awww, honey." she giggled softly, the condescension in her tone lessening without fully going away. "You're thinking about this all wrong. Straightness isn't a thing you are, it's a thing you have." She inched herself closer and aimed her cock at his cheek, smearing a line of precum across it.

"I... don't... understand..." Quinn whispered, his eyes never leaving the perfection of her form, the tanlines that seemed to match her shorts, or the cute triangle of trimmed pubic hair adorning her mound. He opened his mouth to take her tip in, but she reacted too quickly, pulling back a little, keeping it from him.

"So, you're gonna be a good boy tonight and suck Mommy's cock until you get a nice creamy reward, aren't you?" She purred at him, and he nodded, entranced. She grabbed him by the back of the head, and slowly eased his face forward, the hot, spongy tip of her cock sliding past his lips and smearing a tiny trace of precum onto his tongue.

He moaned and shivered at the sensation, bringing his tongue up to swirl around Tess' tip, and was rewarded with a soft, breathy gasp from her. Something about making her feel good, about pleasing her made him feel happy on a level he wasn't really familiar with.

"...And when you're done," She continued. "What'll happen if you tell those guys you were with what you did? Something will change. You'll lose something." Tess took a half-step forward, driving her cock in until it pressed against the entrance of his throat and he gagged slightly. She groaned breathily as she pulled back, gently sawing the first first inches of her cock into his mouth and humming happily to herself.

Quinn tried to deny her claim, but he immediately realized the absurdity of doing so. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but their opinion of him would change. Well, he didn't really have any intention of telling his co-workers that he'd sucked this girl off, anyway.

"Mm, what a good boy you are~ Use your tongue and watch your teeth." Tess crooned, slowly and languidly thrusting her hips. Quinn followed her instructions, flicking and swirling his tongue around the tip whenever she wasn't shoving her meat against the entrance of his throat. He was rewarded with soft moans from Tess and the occasional splash of precum across his tongue.

"You've got such a nice pair of cock sucking lips on you, babe. I wanted to fuck this mouth of yours the instant I saw you." Tess chuckled to herself, letting go of his head with one hand. She pulled her top out of place, freeing her perky b-cup breasts and squeezing one of them with her free hand. Quinn's gaze flickered up, taking in the sight. Her breasts were perfect, too. Everything about Tess was gorgeous, dick included.

"You like Mommy's tits, huh?" Tess laughed, squeezing hard and making herself shudder. Without warning, she thrust her hips forward harder, the head of her cock slipping into Quinn's throat for just a second. He resisted a gag reflex, and braced himself as Tess pulled back and thrust forward again, fucking his mouth. "Admiration for my body is no excuse to slack off, though. You're here for my pleasure, remember."

Quinn did what he could to pleasure his new 'Mommy' but mostly he just hung on as she sloppily thrust her cock into his mouth. A thin trail of drool ran down his chin, spurred onward by the rough jostling his head was receiving.

"Fuck! Ugh..." Tess hissed as she stopped suddenly, thrusting in deep with a final deliberate thrust against his gag reflex. "I want inside this throat of your, baby. It'll be hard on you, but Mommy know how much you want to be s good boy for her..." Tess' hands stroked down the sides of his neck gently and encouragingly as she pushed.

Quinn choked and spluttered, but Tess' soft, calming encouragement strengthened his resolve. She pushed again, and Quinn swallowed, letting her cock slide in several more inches into the tight, squeezing confines of his throat. Tess exhaled softly, her hands tightening around his neck in a way that wasn't quite strangulating him but wasn't far off from it either. She stayed still there for a few seconds, her fingers flexing around his neck before she pulled back, unblocking his throat and letting him sick a lungful of oxygen in through his nose.

Tess wasted no time in pistoning her shaft into his mouth again,her voice groaning huskily. His hands on her thighs felt the soft, warm flesh twitching in anticipation.

With a single, noticeable twitch, his mouth was flooded with her sperm. Tess froze, no longer thrusting her hips but just making small jumping motions as she came in his mouth. "No swallowing!" she hissed suddenly even as another spurt of her semen sprayed across his tongue and pooled in his mouth.

Quinn moaned quietly and obeyed, letting this stranger's ejaculate build up in his mouth, the heat and the salty, slightly bitter taste of it permeating his senses. It seemed like forever before Tess purred happily and withdrew her slowly softening cock from his mouth to stuff it back into her panties. A radiant smile of pure satisfaction graced her face as she kneeled down until she was face to face with him, her breath tickling across the bridge of his nose.

"But you know what else? If you go back to your friends and lie about what you did with me, you're also losing something. Straight people don't feel the same need to lie about the person they just had sex with. But even though you lost something tonight, you got something much better in return. That mouthful of Mommy's cum was what you really wanted, wasn't it?" Her wicked grin grew as she spoke. Quinn shivered in embarrassment, but he nodded anyway. It was true.

"Good boy. Swallow." Her eyes grew stern, with a kind of sadistic glee in them. Quinn swallowed, Tess' still warm sperm sliding down his throat and into his stomach, leaving only the memory of the taste behind. She crooned happily when he did, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead before she stood up to fix her clothes.

Quinn squirmed, reaching down to touch his achingly hard cock. He wondered if it would be too much to ask for something for him. Well, if nothing else, he was on the edge of bursting as it was, a few quick strokes would probably push him over the edge.

"Hey!" Tess' stern voice made him stop, and he looked up at her, intimidated. "No touching yourself. Mommy's cum is all the reward you need." She smirked cruelly at the betrayed look in his eyes. A moment later, her phone buzzed, and she took it out of her back pocket to glance at it.

"Sammie's ready to go home, I gotta run. Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, cutie, but no jerking off in the staff bathroom of a strange club, okay?" She smiled at him sweetly, winked, straightened her clothes, and left without another word.

Quinn resisted the urge to touch himself in spite of instructions. Eventually, the pent up lust subsided enough for him to stand up without an obvious bulge in his Jean's. He washed his face, spending more time than necessary on it, and obsessively straightened his clothes out, hoping it wouldn't look like he'd just sucked off some stranger when he rejoined his co-workers. What Tess had said struck him as he did. He'd have to lie and pretend now, if he didn't want to out himself. Would lying about Tess and telling his co-workers that she had a vagina be any different than making her up entirely just to earn their respect?

He was still lost in thought as he re-entered the club proper. So, when someone's voice called his name, he jumped in surprise.

"Quinn?" the bartender asked him again, looking directly at him.

"Uhh, yeah?" he replied, fidgeting. Surely he knew what had happened. Tess had all but told him what she had planned, and they seemed to know her here. Hells, she probably worked here, now that he thought about it.

"This is for you. Guess you made an impression." he handed Quinn a slip of paper, and went back to serving drinks as though Quinn didn't exist.

Trembling, he unfolded the paper to reveal a phone number. 'Call me. Tess <3' hastily scrawled upon it right underneath.

***

"Hi, who's this?" her voice answered loud enough through the speaker of his phone that he thought it must be filling the abject silence of his apartment.

"It's Quinn. The, uhh, from the club?" he replied, his heart pounding.

"Riiiight. Wasn't sure if you'd call. Sorry to ditch you, I'm Sammie's ride, she doesn't have her license. So, did you touch yourself, yet."

"Umm... no I wasn't sure..."

"Ooh, what a good boy~" she purred huskily. "Tell me, Quinn, have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

Quinn shook his head, before he remembered he was on the phone. "No..."

"Okay, cutie, tell you what. Mommy's gonna extend your no touching yourself order. I want you to be a pent up, frustrated, begging little slutty mess when I take your virginity. You have that lovely begging voice, after all."

"Y-Yes Mommy..."