Several times I had passed in front of the dark and mysterious front of the establishment. I had often thought about ringing the doorbell but changed my mind at the last moment, out of shyness. I had observed the procession of visitors presenting themselves in front of the entrance, the opening of the skylight on their faces, then the imposing size of the bouncer allowing them to enter. This Thursday I came again after seeing the announcement of a transvestite afternoon, as there must have been about two every month. This time I was determined to follow through with the process and it was with my heart beating a little faster than usual that I pushed the doorbell button. A few moments later, the skylight moved aside, leaving me eye to eye with the one who was going to authorize me access or, on the contrary, send me back to my activities. I muttered approximately my desire to participate and my sentence had barely finished, I found myself invited to go through the half-open door by my host who welcomed me by indicating the cash register and the cloakroom. Once I had paid my entrance fee and had left my jacket in the care of reception, I assessed the place with a circular glance. On my right, a staircase going down to lead to the naughty space. At the back, the bar, a dance floor and a lounge with benches and a screen showing clips. A few groups already formed were at the bar and two or three credible transvestites were moving on the floor to the rhythm of electronic sounds. I ordered a glass of champagne at the counter, just to give myself composure and a little courage. Then a second and a third, observing while sipping the bubbles, these beauties who were dancing a few steps from me. From time to time my eyes met one of theirs and I was quick to look away so as not to feel uncomfortable. By the third cup I felt free enough to go on an adventure and discover the secret places underground. Two thirds of the way down the stairs the atmosphere became completely different. From the darkness came all kinds of cries, groans and groans. The staircase led to a corridor leading to several alcoves, a labyrinth, glory holes, a backroom with large red mattresses and cabin rooms offering the possibility of a little more isolation. Just in front of the stairs my attention was immediately attracted by a completely naked man doing doggy style work with a beautiful transvestite in fishnet stockings. A few men were watching the scene while masturbating. I paused quickly,time to realize that the situation was very exciting and that my member was hardening violently in my underwear.I watched this beautiful girl resting on her elbows being pounded from behind while loudly expressing her pleasure. Without thinking too mu ...

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