Le Club Ch. 03
Keywords: Le, Club, Ch., 03,
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I had been working in London for over a year when Lise came to work in the department where I worked. She had been working in the Bonn office of our company. The company moved the office to Berlin when the seat of government in Germany moved there from Bonn. Rather than make the move to Berlin too, Lise accepted a position in our London office.
We met and became acquainted, when we were assigned to work together on a project. We both work in the sometimes exotic but almost always mundane world of cyber security. It's a challenge to try to stay ahead, or ever abreast, of the world's hackers. We got along well from the beginning and soon we were considered one of the best and most innovative security teams in the London office.
Because of our disparate appearances, we became nicknamed the Odd Pair. Lise was a tall slim woman in her early thirties. She had a willowy figure with almost no butt or chest to speak of. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it style that was cut short and parted on one side. One exception to her slim figure was her shoulders. They were not narrow. She was at least six feet tall. She dressed simply in sweaters or blouses and skirts and flat shoes.
I'm Dennis, the short half of the Odd Pair. I'm in my mid-thirties and I'm five feet seven and slim. Lise towered over me. I have thick auburn hair which I wear in a nineteen thirties style. I've always been somewhat of an outsider in the office and I know a few people think of me as being a little funny or queer. As things turned out, no one realized how odd the Odd Pair would turn out to be.
I had leased an estate house outside of London, but I also kept a flat where I could stay when I had to work late or when I decided to spend the weekend in the city. I like to go night clubbing so I keep a wardrobe of nice clothes at the flat. I like to be well dressed when I go out night clubbing. Some people might be shocked or put off, but I like to dress and go out as a woman. I've been fascinated by fine women's clothing ever since, years ago, I opened a suitcase which belonged to my Mother. I suppose that makes me a cross dresser or a transvestite. Or even a drag queen in the right circumstances.
At the clubs I frequent, no one is shocked or surprised by how one dresses. I guess one could call them discreet alternate lifestyle clubs. I've picked up or been picked up by both men and women at these clubs. Everyone who frequents these alternate lifestyle clubs knows that what they see is not necessarily true.
When I've gone to a hotel room or flat with someone from the clubs, neither the men nor the women seem to be disappointed that I'm not what I appear to be – a rather nice looking, well groomed woman who seems to be looking for some action. Of course, I think the fact that I'm rather good at performing fellatio and cunnilingus might account, at least somewhat, for their lack of disappointment.
A couple of times I've been surprised too, but not disappointed, when the woman I'm with turns out to be another man such as me. Some very mutually satisfactory oral sex sessions, not to say friendships, have resulted from such chance.
I'd never met a woman posing as a man, a drag king if you were, until one Friday night when I went night clubbing. I went to the flat after work. I had picked up some take out Indonesian food on the way from the office. After eating dinner while I perused the mail and newspaper, I took a leisurely bubble bath. I made sure my legs, underarms, face, body, and especially cock and balls where smooth and bare.
Ever since I decided I liked pretending to be a woman, I've spent a small fortune on laser hair removal. The one exception is my pubic patch, which I clip, style or shave as the mood suits. The laser treatment of my cock and balls and butt crack was a long, slow and sensitive trial. I wasn't so sure I wanted to be THAT hair free! But it was worth it. I need some touch up occasionally and what hair does appear is generally soft and fine.
After the bubble bath, I brushed my hair, applied my make up and got dressed. I'd decided on a frilly blouse and a mid-calf length skirt. I always take special care with my underthings. I like camisoles, suspender belts with nice hose, and silk or satin panties. I planned on dancing a lot so I wore a pair of very nice hand made low heel pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror. After putting on my jewelry, I thought I looked very good and very feminine..
I called a cab to take me to the club of choice for the night. The hostess recognized me and seated me at a good table near the dance floor. I ordered a drink then looked around the room. I saw a couple of the regulars who either waved or lifted their glasses. One of them, a woman who had a thing for drag queens, came over and asked me to dance. After we danced, she offered to buy me a drink and invited me to her table, but I politely declined.
I danced several more numbers with various men, women, and other imposters when I noticed a rather striking man standing at the bar. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. He wasn't a regular. I signaled a server and asked them to give the gentleman a drink of his choice and put it on my tab. I watched as the server gave him his drink and nod in my direction. He lifted his glass in my direction then continued his conversation with the person seated next to him at the bar.
I danced a set with one of the regulars. After I returned to my table and seated myself, the "mystery" guest walked towards me. I smiled as he approached. He pulled a chair out from the table and sort of shrugged. I smiled and nodded. He seated himself. He still looked vaguely familiar. His longish dark hair was parted on one side and combed back. He was wearing a very fine tailored suit, definitely not an off-the-rack sort of person.
He looked at me and spoke in a soft, smoky voice, "Thank you for the drink."
I gasped, "Lise?"
He looked startled, then he looked at me, "Denny?"
Then we both broke into laughter. We stood and hugged and walked onto the dance floor. As we danced, we talked. At work, I'm Dennis, the odd little guy. I'm Denny to my family and to Lise and some close friends. My female persona is Denise. Lise told me her given name was Liselotte. She was Lise to her family and friends and Leo was her male persona. After the dance stopped, we stood there on the dance floor. We hugged and shared a kiss then returned to my table.
We danced and drank a lot. The lady who had a thing for drag queens looked rather pissed. When time was called Lise looked at me, "I guess it's time to go. I'm glad I don't drive. I'm too drunk. I think I'm even too drunk to take the tube."
I patted "his" hand, "So am I. Let's get a cab."
The doorman hailed us a cab. We laughed, "Hope he's sober."
The cab driver was good humored. I gave him my address. Lise looked at me, "Where we going?"
"My place. We're both too drunk to leave alone."
"O.K. Fine by me."
The cab driver looked a little uncomfortable as we necked unashamedly. When he pulled the cab to the curb in front of my flat, I handed him a bunch of notes as we got out. "Keep the change."
"Sure thing, Lady." We got out and he drove off. We laughed and hugged each other.
"What did you give him?"
"I don't know. A whole bunch of notes that went out when the Euro came in."
We hugged each other as we laughed hysterically. I guess we thought we were funny drunks. We finally collected ourselves and climbed the steps to the front door. I opened it and pushed Leo/Lise inside. "Welcome."
Leo/Lise hugged me again, "Thanks. Where's the loo? I gotta pee!" More hysterical laughter.
I stood in the "parlor" until Leo/Lise returned. "Gawd, I did have to pee!"
We looked at each other. "There's only one bed."
Leo/Lise gave me a cock eyed look, "Where'll you sleep?'
More laughter. "With you, I guess."
More laughter as we propped each other up and staggered into the bedroom. We pulled the spread and covers down. I don't remember undressing and I'm sure Lise didn't either.
The room was filled with a soft light when I awakened. Something was poking me in the side of the head. I realized I still had my earrings on along with the rest of my jewelry. I sat up and removed all of it. Then I realized I wasn't alone. I looked down at Lise. She was sleeping on her side. I sort of wondered how she ended up in my bed then I remembered the taxi ride. Gawd, we were drunk. I lay back down on my side behind her. She reached an arm back and patted my hip as I snuggled up against her.
The next time I woke up, I felt like someone was looking at me. I opened my eyes. I was right. Lise was lying on her side and looking at me."
"Gawd, I didn't think you'd ever wake up. Where are we?"
"In bed."
"I know that, you twit. Where's the bed?"
"Oh, that. I think we're in my flat."
"Oh. Yeah. I remember the taxi ride."
"Good. Do you remember if we paid the cab driver?"
Lise laughed, "I guess I wasn't as drunk as I think. You paid him with a handful of notes that went out when the Euro came in."
I groaned, "I hope they all convert o.k."
"I'm sure they will."
I rolled up on my side. "This is nicer that waking up with a stranger."
"I think we got pretty strange last night."
"This morning. Or late last night."
"Oh, yeah. Gawd, I haven't drunk so much for a long time."
I snuggled next to her. Lise pulled the covers up to her neck.. "Yeah, we were both pretty polluted." I reached for the covers to pull them down. Lise hung onto to them. I slipped my head under the covers and started at her shoulder and began to kiss my way to her chest.
She released the covers. "I guess you'll find out sooner or later."
I looked up, " Find out what?"
Lise threw the covers off both of us.
"This."
"What?" I looked at her. "I thought you might be another cross dresser like me, but with a fourteen inch hard-on that you wanted deep throated.'
"I wish. Look at me."
I looked. Lise was rather hairy.
"What am I supposed to be looking at?"
Lise sat up and kissed me, "You're either blind, naïve or incredibly tactful.
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Keywords: Le, Club, Ch., 03,