I sighed as I adjusted my stockings, of all the outfits I had ever worn this was by far the most irritating. It was a bitch to get on and it was going to be a bitch to get off. It looked really nice though. It was a short french maid's dress with a corset top. It fit my body well and came with a black choker and garter and white headband and stockings.

I thought of how I was going to do my show tonight, needing to compromise my original plan, as I walked to the stage. I had a basic idea but I wasn't completely sure like I was most nights. Taking a deep breath I walked out on to stage.

My customer Francis hadn't given me a picture but he said I would be able to spot him easily and if he really was as fopishly flamboyant as he sounded I found him easy. He was the first thing I noticed. He had long shaggy blond hair and was dressed like, well, a fop. But what really captured my attention was the fact that he was holding up a rose and blowing me a kiss. Laughing I waved and walked over to the stripper pole, pressing my back to it and swinging my hips. With a sweet smile I wrapped my arms around the pole and spun around it before slipping down into the splits.

Francis watched me intently as I moved across the stage, twirling the rose between his fingers. He watched as I reached behind me and pulled the zipper on the dress down as far as it would go, making it loosen on my body. I stood up slow and seductive, wiggling till the top half of the dress slipped of me and bunched around my hips with the rest of the dress. Trailing my fingers over my body I teased myself before pulling the dress down and kicking it off.

I blew the crowd a kiss and pulled the black garter off my leg, flinging it at Francis before walking off stage. When I was off and had my robe on I walked back to my room, glad I didn't have to wear that stupid fucking dress anymore. I would slap the next person that made me wear it. I hated it that bad.

I quickly dressed into jeans ans a shirt after taking off the headband, choker and stockings. Unlike my dear friend Felix I actually liked dressing like a man. Just because I was slender, uke, awesome and bottomed didn't mean I had to dress like a woman all the time. I pulled off female clothes awesomely but being a man and all I pulled off guy clothes even better. I couldn't help but admire myself int the mirror when I wore them. I flexed my lean muscles and blew myself a kiss before deciding that I needed to get going. I gave myself one last look before walking to the waiting room.

I didn't see Francis, or anyone for that matter, when I walked in. I almost screamed though when I felt hands grab my hips from behind. The hands spun me around so that I faced their owner, Francis.

"Bonjour~." he cooed leaning in close to me "I've been waiting for you." he said next, brushing his lips against mine, making me shiver. No one had ever been this romantically tender with me and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

"I had to get dressed." I said, pulling away from him "Lets go to my room."

"Alright." he purred, letting me go. Turning away I led him to my room. I expected him to drop the whole romantic act once we were inside with the the door shut, but he didn't. He instead pulled my shirt off and laid me on the bed, fingers tracing over my naked chest. Francis traced every detail, dip and curve of my upper body. The slow sweet torture was driving me insane but for some reason it felt so damn good I didn't want to stop. I instead wanted more and I told him this. When I did he just chuckled and traced my lips, telling me to be patient.

I groaned softly and stretched as the blond man began placing kisses all along my body. His lips brushed my skin, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver. A light gasp escaped me as he began sucking on my nipples, using one of his hands to play with the other one. It wasn't fair, the torture he was giving me, I wanted, no, needed more. This wasn't enough and if he wasn't going to give it to me I'd give it to myself.

Sliding a hand down my body I slipped it inside my pants and wrapped it around my hard cock. I groaned hotly and continued as Francis stopped and pulled away to look at me. He watched as I pleasured myself with my hand and just as reached the brink of climax he pulled my hand away.

"Your so needy lapin." he teased as I whimpered and writhed on the bed below him. Being so close and then being denied hurt. I wanted my release.

"Ah just fuck me bitte!" I begged, wiggling out of my pants and boxers, staring up at the french man lustfully. My ego swelled when he shivered at the sight of me and shifted in his now too tight clothing. But it wasn't enough to get him to fuck me but I knew what was. It was the best uke face I could make that made him groan and strip himself off all his clothes.

"Mon dieu tu est tré belle." he breathed as he spread and lifted my legs, resting them on his shoulders. I just smiled, pretending to understand him, and watched him line up. We both moaned in pleasure when he thrust in. I was so glad he was finally getting on with it but he just stayed still, letting me 'adjust'. My previous irritation was back in an instant. I didn't need time to adjust, I needed to be fucked!

Growling slightly I pushed my hips back against him, making him slide deeper inside me. That seemed to get my point across and he pulled mot of the way out then thrust back in. He kept going, using slow powerful thrusts that made me moan and arch up as he fucked me. I gasped and shivered when he began to place kisses up and down my thighs, never ceasing his thrusting deep inside me.

Crying out in pleasure and joy I finally came, muscles tightening around Francis, pulling him over the edge into his own climax. I mewled softly when his hot seed flooded my ass. All my irritation at hiw was wiped away, replaced by post-climatic bliss and my eyes began to droop as my body gradually relaxed. Francis smiled down at me and pulled out before laying beside me and pulling me close. He pulled the blankets over us and began to whisper things to me in french until I was finally lulled to sleep.

So my kitty Natalia did the cutest thing ever While I was writing this. So I was sitting on my couch typing this on my lap top typing this and she was curled up next to me when all of a sudden she stood up putting one paw on my chest and the other on my cheek furthest from her. She used that paw to turn my face towards her and when I was looking at her she rubbed her face against mine, pressed our noses together and licked my lips. Then she laid down and curled up like nothing had happened.

I love my little Natalia~ :3

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