My name is Henry Cho. I’m a second-generation American with South Korean roots; my dad’s parents immigrated here over fifty years ago, before he was born. My mom’s parents were both born in the States. I speak fluent English and Korean; my parents tried to speak only Korean at home but also wanted me to fit in, so it was always a back-and-forth about which language was preferred at our house on any given day.
Depending on the source, my height of 5’7” is average for a South Korean man. My weight of 140 lbs is definitely on the slim side. I take after my mom’s facial features; I’m an only child. Both my parents are incredibly hardworking; by the time I reached middle school, I was allowed to stay home alone after school. Naturally, I discovered K-pop at an early age and was proud of the talent of my ancestral countrymen.
I was completely stunned the first time I saw one of my musical idols cross-dressed. What the heck, I thought, but I came to admire their skill with makeup and clothing. Being home alone let my thoughts wander; I decided to see if I could mimic their feminine looks. I let my hair grow out to shoulder length, giving me a lot more styling options. At first, I used my mom’s makeup and clothes, and it wasn’t long before I could replicate my K-pop idols’ femininity; I was a hot, sassy young thing, and I loved it!
Once I started high school, I used some of the money from my after-school job to buy my own makeup and clothes, building up a decent wardrobe over time. I went all out and bought a crop top with silicone breasts and a panty with a silicone vagina and an open bottom. I chose the name “Aria” for my femme persona; it means beautiful or melodic in Italian, a name that resonates in American culture. I picked that name deliberately because I was all those qualities when dressed as Aria!
After graduating high school, I was set to attend a state university in the fall. It was only a Division III school, but it had a solid economics and finance program, and since I wasn’t a traditional athlete, I didn’t mind. I was in great shape, thanks to my black belt in Taekwondo; the university was too small to have a Taekwondo program.
The university was big on one of those self-imposed “diversity programs” to look good to the outside world. They’d done away with athletic dorms and started pairing athletes with regular students. By sheer luck, my roommate turned out to be the starting quarterback of the school’s football team. He was only a sophomore, so clearly talented. We shared a common suite area but had separate bedrooms and bathrooms.
He was busy with football and classes, so we didn’t see much of each other. He seemed nice enough but was definitely focused on his own world. His name was Greg Stone, which seemed fitting for a football player. He was much bigger than me, probably 6’2” and 205 lbs, all toned and muscular.
About two-thirds of the way through the season, they had an away game scheduled. The team always left early Friday morning to do a walk-through on the opposing team’s field and get a decent night’s sleep.
I didn’t have much “Aria time” that semester and quickly learned that Greg’s road trips were my best opportunity. Luckily, I didn’t have classes on Fridays, so Aria had the weekend to herself when the football team was away!
As soon as Greg left, I shaved my body hair and painted my nails—fingers and toes—in a rose-gold polish before hopping in the shower. I didn’t have much facial hair, but I shaved as closely as I could anyway. I’d decided Aria would dress as a “sassy secretary” that day. I went for an evening makeup look, especially around the eyes, and finished with golden matte chocolate lip gloss.
After putting on my silicone prosthetics, I slipped into a matching navy blue and beige satin and lace lingerie set. The bra was low-cut, barely covering my nipples. I threaded the garter straps through my French-cut panties and rolled sheer, dark tan stockings up my legs, attaching them to the garter tabs. I stepped into 4-inch beige patent leather open-toe stilettos and completed my look with a navy blue silk mini wrap-skirt that just barely covered my stocking tops and a beige satin button-up blouse. I left the top four buttons undone, so my silicone breasts’ cleavage was clearly visible.
It was past lunchtime by now, and I started taking photos on my tablet. I was really getting into posing sexily for the camera; I didn’t notice when the door opened. Greg walked in and said, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my dorm suite?” I was so startled I forgot to use Aria’s voice and said, “What are you doing here? I thought you had an away game this weekend!”
Greg’s jaw dropped when he heard my voice. “Henry, holy crap! What the heck is going on, man? Halloween was a couple of weeks ago! Why are you dressed like a hot chick?”
I blushed, not just because Greg had caught me. He called me “hot,” and I realized I liked it!
“Haven’t you looked outside? There’s a freaking blizzard; they’re calling it the storm of the century. Our flight got canceled; we were lucky to make it back to campus from the airport.” He took off his coat and sat down across from me. “So, what’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?”
I told him about K-pop and how some groups occasionally cross-dress. That’s what gave me the idea and inspired me to start. I explained how it snowballed until Aria, my feminine alter ego, was born.
He just stared at me. I realized that as I sat down, my skirt had ridden up high enough to give him a good look at my stocking tops held by garters. He wasn’t really staring at me; he was staring at my legs.
“Sorry, I’ll go shower and change. You won’t have to worry about Aria intruding in our space again.”
“Not so fast. I’ve got some questions. You’re really freaking sexy. Have you ever gone out in public, or been with a guy?”
“No, I’ve never gone out in public, though I hope to muster the courage someday. I’ve never been with a guy, but I’ll admit I’m curious. I’ve played with dildos, but I left those at home; I’d have died of embarrassment if anyone saw them.”
“Come over here, please. Right in front of me. I want to get a good look at you up close.”
I did as he asked, even throwing in a little pirouette so he could see how I looked from the front and back.
He sucked in his breath. “Dang, you’re even sexier up close. If I hadn’t heard your male voice, I’d never have known it was you, Henry.”
“Please don’t call me Henry. When I’m dressed like this, my name is Aria,” I said in my sexiest Aria voice.
He suddenly reached out and pulled me onto his lap. “Sure, Aria, whatever you say. You smell so good—is that perfume you’re wearing?”
“Mmm, yes, it’s called Roses & Chocolate by Mancera. Do you like it?” I giggled, already knowing he did.
“I want a little kiss; I want to kiss those full, sexy lips.”
I don’t know what came over me at that moment; I wanted nothing more than to kiss this hunk. I leaned in and teased him a bit, nibbling on his lower lip, running my tongue over his lips. He groaned and started thrusting against my butt; I could feel the throbbing bulge in his pants.
“Dang, Aria. You’re so freaking hot. Straddle me, sit on my lap facing me.” Again, I felt like I wasn’t in control of myself and did exactly what Greg asked. When he reached under my skirt and started sliding my panties off, I helped him! He reached beneath us and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
“Kneel in front of me and lube up my cock. I don’t want to take you dry; I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will.”
I knelt before him and grabbed his erection. (“What the heck am I doing? What’s wrong with me?” I thought, but that didn’t stop me.) His cock was about 7 inches long and not too thick. I placed it against my lips and deep-throated him, coating his hardness with my saliva. He was groaning and thrusting against my mouth as his hands held my head from behind.
I could feel him starting to throb; I didn’t want him to come in my mouth. I wanted that hot cock up my ass. I wanted to see if the real thing felt better than my dildos. I pushed away from him and stood up. I straddled him again and reached beneath us. I placed his well-lubed shaft at the entrance to my love hole and sat back on him. He gasped as I took all of him inside me at once.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!”
“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!”
We were both moaning and groaning as we began to make love. I kissed him full on the lips and slid my tongue into his mouth. He was sucking on it as we started to make love passionately. He was thrusting into me as hard as he could while I dropped onto his cock just as physically. We weren’t just making love; we were rutting like two animals in heat with zero inhibitions. It didn’t take long, and we were coming together.
“Damn, so hot, so sexy, damn, damn, damn, damn!”
“Yes, baby, yes, baby, yessssssssssssssssssss!”
“Nnnnnnnngggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!”
“Give me that cock, give-me-that-cock, give it to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
“Love this pussy, love Aria’s pussy, want all of Aria’s pussy!”
We made love through our orgasms. Spent, I collapsed against his chest; he was kissing the top of my head and rubbing my stockinged legs. He spent a lot of time focusing on my stocking tops where they were held by the garters. The sensation was intense, and I began to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles.
“Shoot, girl, that’s amazing. You’re gonna get me hard again.”
“I hope so; I hope you’re not done fucking this ass.” I started unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and tossed it on the floor behind me. I untied my wrap-skirt, pulled it off, and threw it on top of my blouse. I was straddling Greg, wearing only my bra, garter belt, stockings, and heels. His eyes got bigger as his cock got harder. I kept milking him until he was throbbing.
“Spread your legs wide, baby,” I told him. Greg did. I had my knees outside his legs, my ankles inside his knees. I was wide open and slid down his cock even further.
“Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot. You’re so freaking beautiful, so sexy, so hot. No girl has ever fucked me like this. You like my cock inside you—no, you love my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Greg, yes. I love your cock inside me; I love how it felt when you came in my ass. Aria is here for you, baby. Fuck me, fuck me again, hard!”
I leaned in and started sucking his nipples; they got hard almost instantly. He began thrusting into me again, and I started riding his shaft, rotating my hips in circles, first one way, then the other, all while milking him with my ass muscles.
“Fuck me, Aria; fuck me, Aria; fuck me, Aria! Shoot, shoot, oh shoot! You’re so freaking sexy. I love how you ride my cock!”
We made love like that for a few minutes, talking dirty to each other and fucking with an urgency and intensity I’d never felt before. I started tingling all over and knew I was close. “Greg,” I begged, “please rub my stockinged legs like you did last time. That’s so hot; it turns me on so much.”
Greg began slowly caressing both thighs through my stockings with just his fingertips; the sensation was overwhelming. I lost all control and started fucking him furiously. I was bouncing off his lap; on the upstroke, I kept just his tip inside me before riding his shaft down again. “F-u-c-k-i-n-g this cock, fuck this cock, mmmmmmm, love Greg’s hard cock. Come for me, daddy, come for me. Aria is so close, close, aaaaahhhhh, come, come, cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!”
My orgasm triggered Greg’s, and he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me onto his cock. He was using me to jerk off! He started spurting violently inside me; I could feel wave after wave of his sticky goodness painting the inside of my ass. “Aria, Aria, Aria, you hot fucking slut! You cum slut, fuck, fuck, fuck! Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
He collapsed beneath me as his orgasm subsided. I found his mouth and pressed my lips to his, kissing him tenderly, passionately. He kissed me back the same way. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening making love in every position imaginable. I sucked him off twice; I loved his taste. I fell asleep in his arms in his bed that night; the day had been magical, more than anything I could’ve dreamed of or wanted. Little did I know that dream was about to turn into a nightmare.
When I woke up in his bed late the next morning, Greg was already gone. He’d brewed a pot of coffee and left a note beside it. “Hey, gorgeous! Yesterday was amazing—no, you made it amazing! I’m heading to the cafeteria for breakfast and then to a walk-through at the gym. Coach doesn’t want us getting rusty with this game delayed. I’ll see you sometime this afternoon.”
I hugged myself, remembering how wonderful yesterday had been! I stripped off my lingerie, stockings, and prosthetics and hopped into the hottest shower I could stand. After toweling off, I cleaned my nails. I put on my dobok and went through basic Taekwondo movements—kicks and punches. I was sweating heavily by the time I finished and took another shower to cool down and clean up.
I got dressed and threw on all my winter gear to trudge through the crazy snow to the cafeteria. I ate a light lunch and was about to head back to the dorm when Greg came in with some of his teammates. They were bigger than him; I guessed they were probably his offensive linemen.
As they lined up to eat, he noticed me and came over. “Hey, Henry. Hope you got a good night’s sleep; I sure did.” He winked at me. “I’ll be back late this afternoon; me and the guys want to keep working on audibles and coverages.”
“Sure thing, Greg. Hope you guys get some good practice time.”
I headed back to the dorm and did some serious studying. There wasn’t much else to do in this weather. Greg came back late in the afternoon, as he’d said, with a case of beer under one arm and a bottle of whiskey in the other hand. “Of course, the liquor store found a way to stay open—bunch of college kids snowed in with nothing to do but party.” We both laughed; he ducked into his bedroom.
He came back out, holding something behind his back. “I’ve got a favor to ask.” He held out a package—an unopened French maid costume. “I bought this for my girlfriend to wear for Halloween, but she broke up with me before then. I was hoping you’d wear it for me tonight. I bet it’ll look way better on you than it would’ve on her!”
I smiled and said, “Sure. It turns me on knowing how much this is gonna turn you on.” I took the costume from him and headed into my bathroom. I started by painting my nails—fingers and toes—in a red chrome polish. Even though I’d already showered and shaved, I hopped in the shower again. I douched three times with a musk-scented douche and washed my hair and body with musk-scented shampoo and soap. I got out and toweled off vigorously.
“Aria’s got a boyfriend!” I sang to myself, like kids used to tease each other. “Aria’s got a boyfriend!”
I slipped into my silicone panty and crop top. I put on a black satin corset with eight garter straps and cinched it as tightly as I could stand. It didn’t have cups, just little satin “shelves” for my breasts to rest on. I skipped panties and rolled sheer, midnight-black Cuban heel stockings with back seams up my legs. After clipping them to the garters, I stepped into 5-inch black satin open-toe stilettos and sat down to do my makeup.
I went with smoky eyeshadow, dark on the lids and lighter toward my brows. I penciled in my eyebrows and used eyeliner to highlight above and below my lids. I piled on lash-plumping mascara to make my lower and upper lashes pop. I used just a touch of crimson blush and finished my makeup with Runway Red Classic Lip Gloss—so glossy and wet-looking, you’d swear there was a bead of water on my lips.
I took the black satin French maid costume out of the package. It was sleeveless, with a skintight bodice that left the top half of my breasts and most of my cleavage exposed. The mini skirt was poofy and flared, barely covering my ass cheeks, with an attached white satin apron. It came with a black-and-white satin choker, a black-and-white satin ruffle headpiece, and a small black plastic feather duster with white satin “feathers.” I looked in the mirror. Sex oozed from every pore of Aria’s body. I knew Greg would be thrilled, and I looked forward to another night of mind-blowing sex with him.
I stepped back into the common area. Greg’s eyes bulged. “Holy crap. No way, no freaking way! Aria, I know you’re not a chick, but dang! If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were! I’m half-tempted to call the guys, tell them the party’s off, and keep you all to myself!”
I was basking in Greg’s glowing compliments when the last thing he said sank in. “G-guys? P-p-party? Greg, what are you talking about?”
“I’m hosting a card party here tonight for my offensive line. You’ve probably heard about NFL quarterbacks getting their linemen Rolex watches or even cars. I can’t afford anything like that. They’re a bunch of horny dudes. You’re gonna service all of them tonight!”
“WHAT? NO WAY! NO FREAKING WAY! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE…”
Greg held up a hand and cut off my screaming. “I don’t have time to listen to your whiny crap. Come here and look at two things on my phone. Then you can tell me no way.”
He held up his phone and played a video of us from yesterday. It was a cleverly edited video that made it look like I’d seduced Greg and was the only one really enjoying myself. He smiled when it finished and said, “Now look at this text thread.”
I nearly fainted. It was a text thread with my mom. Somehow, she’d gotten his number and texted him, asking how I was doing, if I seemed happy, if I needed anything. He’d replied, she checked in occasionally, and he always answered her politely.
“How would you like me to send this video to your mom?” he asked with a malicious grin.
“You, you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. Please, no, no, no, no!”
“The only way I won’t send it is if you entertain my offensive line tonight. And nothing lame—you’re gonna be just as enthusiastic as you were with me yesterday. If it looks for one second like they’re unhappy or you’re not enjoying it, the video gets sent. Got it?”
I nodded through my tears. “I want to hear you say it!” Greg demanded.
“Y-ye-yes,” I sobbed uncontrollably. “I’ll please them, I promise, I’ll please them. I’ll be even more enthusiastic than I was with you yesterday.”
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Now go clean up and refresh your makeup; it’s streaky from your tears.” As I turned to go, he slapped my ass. “Make sure you’re ready in less than an hour—that’s when the guys arrive for the party. I’ve gotta visit a buddy in another dorm wing; I’ll be back before they get here.”
He walked out, locking the door behind him. I sat there, stunned, my mind racing. I took some deep, calming breaths and decided I needed to clean up first. The damage from my tears wasn’t bad; it didn’t take long to refresh my makeup. I tried to think through every angle while I did so. I got an idea, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was my only, desperate option.
True to his word, Greg showed up fifty minutes later. His eyes were red, and he smelled like weed. I didn’t have to think hard about who his buddy in the dorm was. “That’s good, that’s real good. Can’t tell you’ve been crying. Go to your room; I want you to be a surprise. And I want you to make a grand entrance!”
I went to my room and started my Taekwondo meditations to calm myself. This was going to be the toughest night of my life, and I needed to keep my wits about me. I heard a knock at the door, and Greg opened it almost immediately. I heard voices from the other room—definitely a small group. Then I heard Greg’s voice: “Aria, come here. I want you to hang up the guys’ coats for them.”
I took one final, deep, calming breath and strutted into the other room. There were five collective gasps as Greg, beaming, said, “Guys, this is Aria. I told you I wasn’t exaggerating!”
There was a jumble of voices: “Holy crap!” “Freaking sexy!” “So damn hot!” “Can’t wait to hit that ass!” “No freaking way this smoking chick is a dude!”
I smiled at them. “Please, have a seat at the kitchen table and on the couch. Let me get you all something to drink.” I poured six shots and opened six beers, handing one to everyone. When I served them, I made sure to bend over and give them a good look at my breasts straining to burst out of my costume. Some of the guys were groaning audibly; one was already rubbing his crotch.
“Gentlemen, Aria will be your entertainment tonight. You can take turns playing poke-her while the rest of us play cards!” Greg laughed at his lame joke by himself. His friends were too busy ogling me to pay much attention to what he was saying.
Alex was the starting center and seemed to be the guy in charge of the group. “Greg, why don’t you, Ryan, and Ronnie start the card game. Lane, Trent, and I will get to know Aria a little better. No, a lot better. Lane, Trent, on me!” he said, like he was calling a huddle on the football field.
Lane and Trent sat on the couch on either side of Alex. “Aria, come kneel in front of me.” I did as he asked. “Pull out my cock.” I unzipped him; he wasn’t wearing underwear. His 7-inch erection popped out of his pants. “Pull out Lane and Trent’s cocks too.” I did as he asked, and three naked cocks were right beside and in front of me. “Get us off!” Alex commanded.
“What the heck?” I thought. “I can’t suck three dicks at the same time.” I thought about it and wrapped my hands around Lane and Trent’s hard-ons while going down on Alex. I’m ambidextrous from my Taekwondo training, so it wasn’t hard to find a rhythm with both hands.
I could hear Greg behind me, taking pictures. “Look at this, look at this. This freaking slut is getting three guys off at once! This is unbelievable.”
“Come on, sit down, Greg. Let’s play cards. We’ll all get our chance. Light up a joint and deal!” I wasn’t sure if that was Ryan or Ronnie, but clearly, they weren’t as voyeuristic as Greg.
“Shift,” I heard Alex say. Lane stood up and walked behind me, patting my ass as he went. Alex scooted to the left, so did Trent. Now Trent was in front of me. Lane sat next to Trent, now on my right instead of my left.
I shook my head but leaned in to wrap my lips around Trent’s throbbing member and jerk off Alex and Lane. I got into a rhythm faster this time; all three were moaning and bucking their hips. Trent had his hands wrapped around the back of my head, pulling my face into his crotch. Alex groaned, “Shoot, this chick gives just as good a hand job with her right hand as her left.”
“That’s because she’s ambi-dick-strous!” This time, all the guys laughed at Greg’s lame joke.
“Shift,” Alex said again. It was his turn to walk behind me and feel my ass. “Dang it!” Trent muttered. Clearly, he liked getting his dick sucked better than a hand job. Lane was now in front of me; the other two settled in, and I proceeded to suck and jerk them all off. I could tell from the throbbing in their cocks that all three were close to coming.
“Shift.” Now it was Lane’s turn to grumble about moving. They were back in their original positions on the couch. I didn’t want to play their game any longer. I responded by sucking Alex furiously and giving Lane and Trent the best hand jobs of their lives. I was squeezing their shafts while twisting my palms around them, jerking them from the tip to their balls. My tongue licked the vein on the underside of Alex’s shaft as I bobbed up and down on him.
The three of them came within ten seconds of each other. I swallowed all of Alex’s cum, sucking him dry until he had nothing left to give. Lane and Trent blew their loads all over their stomachs and chests. I used their cum to lube them up even more while I jerked them to completion. I didn’t stop until they were done coming.
I had cum on both hands. I stuck my fingers up my ass to lube myself, then looked the three of them in the eyes as I began licking the cum off my hands, sucking each finger individually to lap up their jizz. Their eyes bulged as I leaned in to Lane, then Trent, to lick and suck all the cum off their stomachs and chests. I gave them both a tongue bath until they were clean.
“Holy crap, this is one hot cum slut!” They were high-fiving each other as they stood to head to the card table.
Ryan and Ronnie walked to the couch; I didn’t know who was who and didn’t care. I just kept imagining the look on my mom’s face if Greg sent her that video. One of them sat down, and as I started to kneel, he said, “No. Stay standing. Just bend over to suck my cock.” I knew exactly what that meant but did as I was told. “Nice one, Ronnie!” Ryan said to the guy on the couch. Now I knew who was who.
As soon as I started sucking Ronnie’s cock, Ryan walked up behind me, lifted my short skirt, and drove all the way into me, his balls bottoming out against my ass cheeks. I was really glad I’d lubed myself with Lane and Trent’s cum. Just like with Alex, Lane, and Trent, we soon settled into a rhythm. As I went down on Ronnie, Ryan drove into me. As I sucked up to Ronnie’s tip, Ryan pulled out until just his tip was inside me.
We were really going at it when I heard Alex say, “Shift!” Both Ryan and Ronnie groaned but did it. Now Ryan was on the couch, and Ronnie was behind me. We didn’t waste time and soon got into the same rhythm. I was rotating my hips around Ronnie’s shaft while my tongue swirled around Ryan’s cock, especially at his tip. They were both trembling, and I knew they were close when I heard Alex say, “Shift!” again.
“Not this time, buddy!” I thought to myself as I clamped onto Ryan’s cock with my mouth and Ronnie’s with my ass muscles. They both exploded inside me at the same time. I swallowed every drop of Ryan’s hot jizz and kept squeezing Ronnie’s cock dry. Limp, he fell out of my ass.
I looked at Greg and asked, “Is it okay if I go clean up a bit?”
He looked at me, smiled, and nodded. I went to my room, sat on the toilet, and let all of Ronnie’s cum drip out of me. I grabbed my mouthwash and gargled repeatedly. Every time I started thinking about what had just happened, I imagined Greg sending that video to my mom, and it drove those thoughts from my mind.
I heard my bedroom door open; it was Greg. “You were amazing; I knew you would be. I gave all the guys your phone number; they’ll text you soon so you know whose number is whose. This isn’t gonna be a one-night stand. You’ll suck and fuck those guys whenever they want. Whether one-on-one or as a group, you’ll take care of them. If not, you know where that video’s going!”
“Why, Greg? Why did you blackmail me? Why did you do this to me? We had such an awesome time yesterday; why did you do this?”
“I’m not gay, slut. Just because I let you suck and fuck me doesn’t mean we’re gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend. I told you my girlfriend broke up with me before Halloween; I haven’t gotten laid since, and I was horny. You’re a dude, so am I. I’d never fuck Henry, but Aria is so freaking sexy. I’m not gay. Now get on your knees and suck my dick. No way am I fucking you with Ronnie’s cum in your ass!”
I did as Greg asked. I sucked him off, licking his cock from balls to tip and sucking him like a vacuum cleaner. I fondled his balls and perineum while finger-fucking his ass. He came quickly, and I swallowed every drop. His knees trembled, and he had to put his hands on my shoulders for support.
He started to walk out of the room, then turned and said, “Don’t forget the video.”
I stayed in my room. I could hear the card game going on loudly. One of the guys must’ve looked out the window. “Crap, we gotta get outta here now, or we won’t even be able to walk back to our dorms.” I heard hurried goodbyes and then silence. I waited a few minutes and walked out to the common area. Greg was passed out on the couch with a beer in one hand, whiskey in the other, and a joint burning in the ashtray.
I retrieved my hidden phone, which I’d set up to record tonight’s events, and went back to my room, locking the door behind me. I kept recording my own video, adding footage from the tablet that had been recording in my bedroom.
By the next morning, the blizzard had cleared. I sent a group text to everyone in the room last night. “Hey guys, thought you might like to see this video I recorded last night! I’m about to post it to all the football team’s social media accounts—Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, the works. Thought you’d want to see yourselves before everyone else does. Good luck with your football careers. No, good luck with your college careers.”
The video started with me as Aria, the gorgeous French maid. I began removing all my makeup. “My real name is Henry Cho. I’m Greg Stone’s roommate.” I continued cleaning up and undressing below camera level. “I also happen to be a crossdresser. Greg walked in on me accidentally yesterday while I was dressed. We ended up having a very consensual afternoon and evening of hot sex.”
“Earlier today, he asked me to wear the costume you just saw. I did as he asked, thinking we’d have a repeat of yesterday. Then he showed me a heavily edited video from yesterday; I had no idea he was recording us. The video made it look like I seduced him and convinced him to have sex with me, which couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“He blackmailed me, saying he’d send that edited video to my mom, who knows nothing about Aria, my crossdressing alter ego. He said he was ‘gifting’ me to his offensive line, like an NFL quarterback gives cars or Rolexes to their O-line. What follows is an unedited version of what happened last night. It’s definitely X-rated. I just want you to know exactly what these guys did to me.”
By now, I was completely cleaned up and dressed as Henry. “By the way, if you’re Greg’s ex-girlfriend who broke up with him just before Halloween, you couldn’t have made a better move! If you’re the mom, wife, or girlfriend of any of these other guys, you might want to have a l-o-n-g talk with them about how to treat a woman, even a pretend woman like me! And Greg? You keep saying you’re not gay at the end of this recording, yet you spent two days fucking and getting sucked by another man? Is that how you prove you’re not gay?”
I hit send to the group, including the video of last night’s events. Less than thirty minutes later, the door to our room was being pounded so hard I thought it might break in. Greg was still passed out on the couch; I let his O-line into the room.
Alex charged at me immediately. I easily flipped him and put him in a wrist lock. He was writhing in pain. I eased up on the hold a bit and said, “If you want me to break your wrist, I’d be happy to. You’ll be sidelined for the rest of the year.”
I looked at the other linemen. “I’m a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo. Ask your boy Alex how he’s feeling. Sure, all five of you could probably kick my ass, but it won’t be easy. And by the time you’re done, my video will already be on your social media platforms. I set it to send automatically after five minutes. You’ve already wasted almost a minute. You might want to wake up Sleeping Beauty over there; he’s the key to resolving this.”
The other four woke Greg up, not gently. He took in the situation and asked, “What the hell is going on here?” They quickly explained the situation to him. “What do you want?” he snarled.
“Simple. There’s a bowl of white vinegar and lemon juice on the table. It’s highly acidic. You’re gonna take the memory card from your phone and put it in that bowl. Then I’ll give you my phone, and you can do the same with my memory card. Your video and my video will both be gone, problem solved.”
“No freaking way; there’s too much stuff on my phone I want to keep.”
I looked at Ryan, Ronnie, Lane, and Trent. “There’s just over a minute left; you might want to convince Greg to do the right thing.”
Ronnie slapped Greg upside the head and said, “Give me the damn phone, NOW!” Greg was pissed but handed his phone to Ronnie. He slid the memory card out and tossed it into the bowl. I tossed my phone to Ronnie, and he did the same with my memory card. Everyone visibly relaxed. I let go of Alex’s wrist; he grunted painfully as he stood up. I went to my room and locked the door behind me.
The O-line was yelling at Greg; I’m not sure their relationship with him would ever be the same.
That night, I walked out of my bedroom dressed like a hooker. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a sheer black see-through blouse with no bra—my silicone breasts clearly jiggling underneath—sheer black crotchless pantyhose, and knee-high black leather boots with 4-inch stilettos. Greg was sitting on the couch, staring into space, but when I walked out, his eyes were glued to me.
“Why the hell are you dressed like that?”
“I just wanted to remind you what you’re gonna miss out on for the rest of the school year. You could’ve been tapping this ass and getting your dick sucked anytime you wanted. Tomorrow, I’m going to the administration to request a room change. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with some lame excuse so they’ll grant it.”
“Even if I don’t have my video anymore, what makes you think I won’t tell your mom about Aria?”
I smiled at him sweetly. “Because I still have my video. Not only is it on my tablet, but I uploaded it to the cloud for safekeeping. Go anywhere near my mom, and that video hits social media. I’m sure your O-line will be thrilled with you if it does!”
Greg looked down at the floor. He knew it was over. I walked right in front of him, bent down, and kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I rubbed my painted nails up and down his crotch as I did. He had a raging erection in no time. I stood up, left him like that, and walked to my door, posing in the doorway with one heel kicked up in the air. “What a shame, such a waste. I really did enjoy sucking and fucking you. Oh well, plenty of other fish in the sea!” I walked into my bedroom, locked the door behind me, and hopped into the shower.
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