[FMK] Her Reluctant Slave: CHAPTER 9 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 9

I think my silence embarrassed her. She turned her face away while turning dark red. “I know it’s dumb,” she said. “I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t really have a choice. Did I just make you hate me?”

“No,” I said. “I just—I… I’ve never met anyone who…”

“Did porn?” she said.

“Right. That.”

“Like I said, it’s not really like I had much choice. I mean… I guess I did have the choice. There’s always a choice, but I was afraid of ruining a good thing. It wasn’t really a good thing, but I was blinded at the time. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I guess I just thought you might relate in some way, because you’re doing the same thing that I’m doing.”

“It’s fine. I guess I can relate,” I said. “Though I, uh, have to ask… what kind of… porn did you do?”

She turned dark red. “Porn for a special audience,” she said, turning away again. “It’s not really important.” She took a deep breath. “But, uh, since you’re considering living with me, I suppose I should probably tell you, just so that we’re all open with each other… though I have a feeling that you’re not really considering being my roomie anymore.”

“I am,” I said.

She turned to me and looked into my eyes, pausing for a moment as if she didn’t believe me. “It was tranny porn,” she said. “I was the tranny.”

And then I was sure that it was her: Kay Flowers. I recognized her face, though her hair had grown considerably since she filmed the videos that I skimmed the night before. And that meant that Kay and I were supposed to be starring in a video together—and we both ran away at the same time.

“With Kate?” I said.

She stared at me with big, glossy eyes: complete disbelief. “Why do you know that name?” she asked, now a shade of white.

“We were going to be in a scene together yesterday.” I looked down at my feet, afraid of looking into her eyes for too long. “I chickened out and ran away.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What are the chances?” She cleared her throat and looked down at her own feet. “So she has dirt on you too, huh?”

“I guess so,” I said. “She kind of tricked me into it though.”

“Yep,” she said. “I’ve been there.”

Then, we both became silent, not sure what else to say. The chances seemed so slim, and so impossible—but there we both were, sitting across from each other.

“My first movie partner killed himself,” she said softly. “The day after our scene.”

“That’s terrible,” I said.

“She had pictures of him with another man—a man that she made him sleep with.”

“She’s the devil,” I said.

“Amen to that,” said Leah—though I was now wondering what her real name was.

“So your name isn’t actually Leah, is it?”

She shook her head. “When I was a guy, it was Ray. Then, with Kate, I was Kay. I liked that name, but… well, it’s ruined now. I get… recognized. It’s horrible.”

“So you go by Leah?” I said.

“No—that was just a name I made up. I… I don’t actually have a name. I know that sounds stupid.”

“Well, I liked Rae, but I guess if that’s your male name, then maybe that’s weird.”

“I could probably learn to like it.” She smiled. “So you don’t think I’m some freak then?”

“No,” I said. “I feel bad for you. She made me look you up. You’ve done quite a few, uh, films.”

She was dark red all over again, with glossy, shocked eyes. “You watched my movies?”

“I skimmed a few of them to get an idea of what to expect. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. She made me do the same thing with my first partner.”

We were silent again. It felt strangely nice to be open and honest with someone. Now, it wasn’t just some horrible secret that I had to carry alone.

At the next stop, she showed me her suitcase. She did the same thing I’d done: stolen a number of items from Kate’s closet. She was smarter than me, stealing fur coats and jewelry that could be pawned. We found a pawn shop and got rid of some of our haul: a few hundred bucks that would go a long way in getting ourselves settled. Then, on our way back to the bus, we noticed a big chain shoe store—a high end place where Kate bought a few pairs of the heels we had. “Do we have time?” I said.

“I’m sure we can do it,” she smiled.

So we ran back to the bus, grabbing the heels, and then we ran back to the store. “We need to hurry!” she said, and then we both ended up giggling like school children. It was nice to feel like a kid again, to feel like I had some of my innocence back—some of the innocence that Kate stole from me. We took the heels into the store and went straight to the counter. We didn’t reherse anything, but we didn’t need to—our shtick came off fairly naturally. We were apparently on the same page. “I bought these shoes for her, and they don’t fit her properly,” I said.

“They fit fine!” she gasped. “They’re just ugly! Don’t lie to the man!”

“They aren’t ugly,” I barked back. “You just have basic-bitch taste.”

“Says the guy who wears trainers everywhere!”

“Oh, now you’re going to go after my trainers?”

“Are you looking to do an exchange?” the man asked, looking nervous as he was stuck between us ‘fighting’.

“Yes,” I said while Rae said, “No.”

Then we bickered some more: fake bickering that made the poor store employee more uncomfortable. “The idiot bought them with cash,” Rae said, rolling her eyes. “And he didn’t keep his receipt. So I’m guessing you can’t even take them back.”

“Um…” He squirmed a bit, looked at the box—and then he ended up refunding us, without having to contact the manager. I think he was new and didn’t want to get into an awkward situation with frustrated customers. We left that store with a nice stack of cash.

But there was one problem: we missed the bus. When we got back to the station, the bus was gone. “When is the next bus?” we asked the station employee an hour later, when she finally came back from her break.

“To the same city? In a week,” she said, “There’s only the one bus that does that loop.”

So we were stuck waiting a week… or staying in that city, which neither of us knew anything about. But maybe that was for the best: maybe a true new life needed to happen somewhere completely foreign. Nobody would think to look for us in a place that we’d hardly even heard of before.

It was a smaller city, with a population of just 250,000 people—a fraction of the city we were determined to get to, and a tiny percentage of where we just came from. But the city was cheap. We managed to find a hotel that did longer-term rentals, thirty bucks per night. It wasn’t a nice place by any means: no air conditioner, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke, and the neighbor was a prostitute who saw multiple clients each day, screaming out fake orgasms that easily penetrated the thin walls. But the place had a small pool that was never being used by the other tenants.

To save money, we got a room with a single bed, but the bed was big enough that we could share without it being awkward. We didn’t end up sleeping much anyway; we spent the whole night talking, and realizing we both had quite a bit in common.

She was a year older than me. Two years earlier, she moved to that city with her family, moving in next to Kate, and it wasn’t long before Kate seduced her, the same way that she seduced me. “So wait, you had never dressed up like a girl before?” I said.

She shook her head.

“But you’re dressed up now,” I said.

She blushed. “Well, I liked it,” she said. “I didn’t like much with Kate, but I did like dressing up. I liked how she made me feel like a girl… it was the other stuff that was too… extreme for me.”

“Oh, I see…” I said.

“My family found out that I liked to dress up last year. They threw away all my clothes and makeup and told me they would cut me off if they caught me again. So I could only dress up in secret… and with Kate.” She took a deep breath. “So being with Kate was kind of… bitter sweet. In a way, it was the only place I could feel like myself, but it meant being a glorified slave.”

I bit down on my tongue and looked away from her. I knew the feeling.

“I’m assuming she made you dress up too,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“But I’m guessing you didn’t like it so much.”

“No,” I said quickly. But I had to stop and think about it. Was I lying? Who was I lying to? Her or myself? “I mean… maybe I liked it a little bit.” I felt so embarrassed to say it aloud, but I felt like I could tell her. I felt like she would understand more than anyone—and of course she would, seeing as she’d been through the same thing.

“Do you want to get dressed up again?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s hard to say,” I said. “Right now, I can only really associate that with Kate, and I’m trying to get away from that.”

“Don’t let Kate ruin something you like, even if it was something she introduced you to,” said Rae with a small smile.

I felt so shy and awkward, but I let a small smile slip.

“Here,” she said, and then she went to her suitcase. She pulled out a little night slip. “You can wear this, if you want to.”

I held it for a moment. I did want to wear it, but I wasn’t sure I was ready. The feeling of the soft satin made me think of Kate, and then I started thinking about my parents. Had they seen the pictures by now? Were they ashamed of me? Dressing like a girl brought nothing but pain…

Well, maybe not ‘nothing’. Maybe there was a bit of happiness when I got dressed up. It was fun seeing myself as a girl. I took off my shirt and put on the slip before taking off my bottoms. I was afraid to look at her, but I forced myself to. I saw that she was smiling. I felt suddenly at ease. I smiled back.

Then, a moment later, we were kissing. She put her hands gently on my body and I put my hands on hers. My heart was pounding. I felt so strange, but so elated. I had so many thoughts going through my head—too many that I couldn’t quite make sense of any of them. She set me down on my back and rolled on top of me. We kept kissing.

She was a gentle kisser, with soft lips. Her hands felt so beautiful on my skin. And her body was so soft and so comforting. We must have kissed for twenty minutes… and then she reached down and grabbed herself, pushing her warm, hard tip between my butt cheeks. I let out a small gasp, and then she pushed herself into me. I gasped. She put her thumb into my mouth, and then I found myself sucking.

It wasn’t the rough sex I was used to with Kate. It was gentle, slow, elegant, and beautiful. She slid in and out of me carefully, going slightly deeper with each thrust—never going deeper than I was comfortable. After five minutes, she pulled herself out of me, and then I put myself into her. Now she was bouncing slowly on top of me, letting me watch her beautiful body. Her erection remained stiff, upright, in the open. I didn’t mind; it was cute. I grabbed it and stroked it a little bit, making her giggle.

It was fun; it was what sex was supposed to be.

We kept going, even after we both came; we just kept taking turns. We rubbed our bodies together, slicked with cum and sweat. We kissed and then we rolled over when we were finally exhausted. We fell asleep cuddled together, not worried about what was happening back in the real world. It didn’t matter in that moment; all that mattered was her.

The moment seemed too good to be true… but it was only about to get better.