Gate Keeper at the Transsexual Brothel

Henrik stood at the iron gate of the Velvet Gatehouse just after midnight, the city lights glinting off the polished brass latch while the bass from inside pulsed through the soles of his boots. At twenty-eight he had expected the night-gatekeeper job to be dull security work, but the offer had included a free apartment on the third floor and tips that already dwarfed his old warehouse paycheck. The brothel itself was legendary—the finest house of transsexual companions in the country—and the women who worked the rooms were breathtaking. Danielle, twenty-four, moved like liquid silk in her sequined mini-dress, long dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she checked the guest list beside him. Adriana, twenty-six, was equally stunning in a tailored blazer that barely contained her curves, her smile sharp and knowing every time their eyes met across the marble foyer.

The first week he kept his distance, nodding politely when they brought him coffee or asked him to walk a client to a car. Then the staff parties began. After the last guest left, the lounge doors locked and the rules dissolved. Henrik watched from the edge of the velvet couches while Danielle straddled a bartender’s face, her hard cock sliding between painted lips, while Adriana bent over the bar and took two men in succession, one in her ass and one in her mouth, moaning loud enough to rattle the crystal. Every hole was open, every body fair game, and the air smelled of perfume, sweat, and sex. Henrik’s cock stayed hard inside his uniform pants the entire night, but he stayed professional, walking the perimeter, locking doors, telling himself the free apartment and the tips were enough.

They noticed. Danielle started lingering at the gate during his shifts, describing the lingerie she had bought that afternoon—black lace that framed her cock and ass just so—and how she wished she could wear it for someone who actually watched her instead of rushing to the next client. Adriana leaned against the gatepost one night, voice low, and told him she had spent the last party imagining his hands spreading her thighs while Danielle sucked her. The tension coiled tighter with every shift. Henrik found himself hard the moment either of them appeared, imagining the parties he only watched, wondering what it would feel like to be inside the circle instead of guarding it.

On a Thursday after the house closed, they found him in the staff hallway. Danielle wore a silk robe that slipped off one shoulder; Adriana’s heels clicked on the tile. “Private gathering,” Adriana said, eyes bright. “Just us. No audience unless you want one.” Henrik’s pulse jumped. He followed them into the opulent lounge, the velvet couches still rumpled from earlier, the low lamps casting gold across the mirrors. The moment the door shut, Danielle pressed against him, mouth hot on his, tongue sliding deep while her hand cupped the thick ridge in his pants. Adriana came up behind, fingers sliding under his shirt, nails dragging down his spine. They kissed him in turns, then kissed each other while their hands roamed—palming his ass, stroking the length of him through the fabric, murmuring how long they had waited. Henrik groaned into Danielle’s mouth, hips rocking forward, already aching so badly his balls felt tight. When Adriana whispered that they wanted him to use every hole they offered, he answered by gripping both their waists and pulling them closer, the three of them grinding until the silk and lace were damp and all three were panting.

Danielle stepped back first and let the robe fall. Underneath she wore exquisite black lace: a garter belt, sheer stockings, and a tiny thong that barely contained her thick, flushed cock. Adriana followed, peeling off her dress to reveal crimson lace that cupped her breasts and framed the heavy curve of her own erection. Henrik dropped to his knees between them without being asked. He took Danielle’s cock into his mouth first, sucking slow and deep, tongue tracing the vein underneath while she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned. Adriana stroked herself beside his cheek, then guided his mouth to her instead; he swallowed her down, cheeks hollowing, the salty taste of both of them mixing on his tongue while they leaned in and kissed above him, tongues visible, soft sounds of pleasure filling the room. He alternated, licking one then the other, hands cupping their asses, until both were rock-hard and leaking.

Danielle turned and bent over the velvet couch, lace thong pulled aside, presenting the tight pink ring of her ass. Henrik rose, spit on his palm, and slicked himself. He pressed the head of his cock against her and pushed in slow, feeling her open around him, hot and gripping. She gasped, then reached back to spread herself wider. He fucked her deep and hard in long strokes, the slap of skin loud, her cock swinging beneath her. Adriana climbed onto the couch in front of Danielle and fed her cock between those painted lips. Danielle sucked eagerly while Henrik pounded her ass, the three of them locked together, moans overlapping. He reached around and stroked Danielle’s cock in time with his thrusts until she came first, spilling over his fingers and the velvet, her ass clenching so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from following.

They switched. Adriana lay back on the wide couch, legs spread, and Henrik sank into her missionary, her lace bra pushed up so he could suck her nipples while he drove into her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Danielle straddled his face, lowering her still-hard cock and the slick heat of her ass onto his mouth. He licked and sucked whatever she gave him—tongue fucking her hole, then swallowing her cock again—while his hips kept pistoning into Adriana. The room filled with wet sounds and breathless curses. Adriana came with a sharp cry, her ass milking him, cum striping her own stomach. Henrik pulled out, flipped Danielle onto her back, and slid into her again while Adriana knelt beside them and took his balls into her mouth. They rotated through every combination: Danielle riding him while he ate Adriana’s ass, both women sucking his cock together until he was shaking, then a spit-roast where he fucked Adriana’s mouth and Danielle took her from behind. Orgasms rolled through them one after another—Danielle coming across his chest, Adriana shuddering while he fingered her and sucked her cock, Henrik holding back until he couldn’t.

Finally he bent Danielle over the arm of the couch once more and buried himself to the hilt. Adriana pressed against his back, kissing his neck, whispering for him to fill her. He came hard, pulsing deep inside Danielle’s ass, flood after flood, until it leaked around his cock and down her thighs. He pulled out, still hard, and pushed into Adriana next, fucking the last of his orgasm into her while Danielle reached between them to stroke his balls. When he finally softened he collapsed between them on the wide couch, chest heaving, both women curling against his sides, their lace askew, skin shining.

They gathered their clothes and walked him upstairs to the free apartment that came with the job—the one with the king bed and the city view. Danielle and Adriana stripped the rest of the way and pulled him under the sheets. They cuddled close, Danielle’s head on his chest, Adriana’s thigh draped over his, fingers idly tracing the mess still cooling on his stomach. “Next staff party,” Adriana murmured, already smiling, “we bring Camille and the new girl from the second floor. Everyone uses everyone. You can watch us take three at once, then we’ll drag you into the middle so they can use your mouth while we ride you.” Danielle laughed softly and kissed his jaw. “And after, we come back here. I’ll wear the red set. You can fuck both our asses again until you can’t stand.” Henrik’s cock twitched at the picture, already half-hard between them. He pulled them closer, voice rough. “Tomorrow night. After close. I’ll leave the gate locked and meet you in the lounge. Bring whoever you want—just make sure I get to fill both of you before anyone else does.” They agreed with eager kisses, already planning the lingerie, the positions, the way the whole house would open for him, and he lay there scheming the exact order he would take them, the next party already burning behind his eyes.