Wherein a crossdresser is used as an ashtray

[15:33 PM] Ashleigh Harker: The music of the club goes untz untz, the pumping bass something you can feel in your chest. It almost threatens to cause arrhythmia. The place smells of lust and smoke. It's an old warehouse, an off-the-grid affair, where you can only get in if you know someone who knows someone. Half naked men and women writhe in cages hanging from the ceiling, dressed as angels and demons. Drugs are passed around. Some people are wearing masks. Some people aren't wearing much else. Everyone is gorgeous and grinding against each other. It's impossible not to get a contact high just from walking through the door.
[15:35 PM] System: Scarlet Esperon changed status to Busy
[15:40 PM] Scarlet Esperon has been in the club for a while now, dancing and grinding up against random strangers. He's ingested his fair share of whatever popular drug has been passed around these days already and the loud thumping of the music is starting to get to him. He thinks about calling it a night but instead decides to step out back to get some fresh air for a while. He heads out the back door and lights up a cigarette, leaning against the wall and just relaxing for a moment.
[15:45 PM] Ashleigh Harker: Before the door closes all the way, a hand catches it, and a woman in a tattered red hoodie and shorts cut too short for even that word slips out, leaning against the wall next to the goth girl. "Can I bum a fag?" she asks with a smirk, "no room for a damned thing in these pockets." And she's right, they're pretty much only there for show.
[15:50 PM] Scarlet Esperon: "Sure thing." he says, pulling the pack out of the small purse he has laying on top of the dumpster next to him. He takes one and holds it out to you, though his hands are still a bit shaky from riding the adrenaline high of the club.
[15:51 PM] Ashleigh Harker smiles, and grabs the boy's wrist instead of the cigarette, pulling him closer just a tad. Then with her other hand she plucks at the fag. "Got a light?" she asks, holding it between her lips, and leaning in.
[15:56 PM] Scarlet Esperon shivvers with arousal as she moves in closer, his eyes fluttering as the chemicals from whatever he ingested in the party flow through his mind. He stutters slightly, "Y-yeah" then holds up a lighter with his free hand, flicking it open and sparking a flame.
[15:59 PM] Ashleigh Harker: The red hooded stranger sucks in the cigarette, and then blows out the smoke. Not right in the boy's face, but close. "I saw you earlier," she says, putting one hand on the brick wall next to the goth. "You're much cuter out here in the light."
[16:03 PM] Scarlet Esperon blushes, glancing away slightly. "Aww, thanks. You really think so?" He seems a tad emberassed, as though he doesn't get compliments often. He places the lighter back in the purse next to him then turning back to look at her.
[16:07 PM] Ashleigh Harker leans in close, cigarette hanging between her smiling lips. She's tall, and good looking, with hints of Asian in her eyes, her blonde hair sticking out from under her hood. She leans in close, and the boy feels a hand on his stomach, moving down the front of his skirt. "Definitely. And... I saw your dick." The woman gropes the crossdresser roughly, squeezing enough to get him on his toes. "You little pervert."
[16:11 PM] Scarlet Esperon lets out an abrupt sharp moan, dropping his own cig in the process. His heartbeat begins to race making his dick pulsate in your hand. He stumbles a bit, having trouble maintaining his balance as you take hold of him.
[16:14 PM] Ashleigh Harker takes her cigarette between her fingers, and blows smoke against the boy's cheek. "Did you drive here, or take a cab?" she asks, pressing her lips to his. "How about we go back to your place, you little tranny?"
[16:14 PM] Ashleigh Harker: "I love boys like you," she teases, nibbling at an ear just a little too much for comfort, hand still squeezing those sensitive little balls. "I love the way they squeal in bed."
[16:19 PM] Scarlet Esperon places a hand on the dumpster next to him for stability as his knees start buckling and it becomes difficult to stand. "I-I w-walked, I live just around t-the street." His voice fluttering as his senses overwhelm him and he feebly points in the direction of his home.
[16:21 PM] Ashleigh Harker chuckles, and tugs on the boy's lip with her teeth. She grabs his wrist from the dumpster and tugs him away, then gives him a smack on the ass. "Lead the way, you little faggot."
[16:26 PM] Scarlet Esperon is already breathing rather heavily, clearly aroused as his cock pokes though his skirt. He leads you through the streets, trying to hide his erection from onlookers. Eventually the two of them reach a small shabby looking house. He seems to have forgotten his purse, however the place is unlocked regardless.
[16:27 PM] Scarlet Esperon: "Here it is. It's not much, but it's mine."
[16:30 PM] Ashleigh Harker pulls the little faggot in and closes the door, shoving him up against it. She's on him like an animal, pressing her lips against his and pushing him back. "Bedroom?" she asks, teeth on the boy's neck. She bites down, pulling at the skin. There will be a bruise there... everyone will know what a little harlot Scarlet is. But then again, does he mind?
[16:34 PM] Scarlet Esperon moans once again, louder this time with a slight tinge of pain as she bites down on him. He seems to simply melt at her touch, his body intoxicated with arousal. He raises a hand, pointing behind her, letting out a whimper as he responds "Upstairs".
[16:39 PM] Ashleigh Harker: The little Scarlet harlot is broken out of his arousal as the girl grabs him by the waist, pushes him up the door by his hips, and slings him over her shoulders. She carries him like that up the creaking stairs, one hand holding his ankle, another up under his skirt and groping his ass, digging her fingers into his cheeks. She asks which door is the bedroom, then throws it open. The red hooded girl kicks dirty clothes out of the way, and then tosses Scarlet like a sack of flour, letting her land on her ass on the bed.
[16:42 PM] Ashleigh Harker is already throwing off her low cut hoodie to reveal a naked torso. She gives a little show, unzipping it half way, looking down at the girly faggot with a smirk, cigarette half finished hanging on her lips. Then she shirks it off,and does the same with her barely-there cutoffs, undoing the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. "You ever eaten pussy, you little fag?" she asks, stalking over to the bed.
[16:49 PM] Scarlet Esperon seems a bit caught off guard as the girl throws him over her shoulder. His frame is small and he is fairly light, making him easy to carry. He squirms a bit when she digs her nails into him though. He bounces once or twice from being dropped on the bed and his outfit flies upwards revealing that he is wearing lacey white panties.

He lays there a moment, a tad dizzy from all the moving around before turning to the girl and watching her undress. He smiles at her words, seemingly enjoying the way she speaks to him. "A few times." he replies.
[16:57 PM] Ashleigh Harker: "Good," she smirks, kicking the jeans off into his face, revealing nothing underneath but a light thatch of blonde hair and a ruddy, swollen cunt already slick from the abuse she's given. She pushes the boy down with a foot on his chest, then climbs into bed with him, one knee on either side of his cheeks. "Get to it," she orders, lowering herself to his face. She looks down on him, from above those pert breasts, and that taut stomach, and that lovely thatch of gold. The cigarette still hangs in her smirk, and she runs a hand over her breasts and stomach, and then grabs the little whore by the hair, jerking his face into her crotch.
[17:03 PM] Scarlet Esperon wastes no time getting to work. He plunges his tongue between those slick lips, rolling his tongue up and down, side to side and in little circles. He looks up at her, his eyes hazy and glazed over, doing his best to read her reactions as he licks her inner walls, searching for the spot that drives her wild.
[17:09 PM] Ashleigh Harker: The woman doesn't take much, and soon she's leaning over, clutching the headboard with one hand, and Scarlet's hair with the other. "Oooh, bet you wish you had one of these..." she says with a chuckle, thighs twitching. The stranger leans back, and runs her hands along her own body, pressing against the flesh and biting her lip around that cigarette. She arches her back, and reaches behind her, groping around and freeing the little whore's cock, feeling it slick and rubbing the precum around. She grabs it, tight, and pulls up. "Ooh, speak up, you little sissy. Tell me what you want. Beg me."
[17:17 PM] Scarlet Esperon swallows the fluids trickling out of the girls moist opening with an audible gulp before breaking away. "Ahh!~" His body twitches as she grabs him, his lip quivering as he speaks "Please, I want to be inside of you." His breathing has become heavy as he writhes beneath you completely at your mercy.
[17:23 PM] Ashleigh Harker laughs, caressing those lovely lace panties... and then tugs at them, one, two, three times, tearing them until they break away. Then she jerks off the skirt as well, roughly lifting the lower half of the harlot's body, head still held down between the stranger's thighs. She tosses it to the side, and after grinding against the boys face a bit, moaning in lust, she crawls back on her knees, until she's over top of his hips. "Yes, that's a good little slut." And without ceremony, she plunges down, shivering in delight as crossdresser cock slips passed her vulva. "Oh, delicious~" she moans, fondling her own breasts.
[17:29 PM] Scarlet Esperon moans wildly, tossing and turning beneath the girls body. His heart races as he is overcome with lust, his cock swelling up inside of her, pulsing and throbbing against her inner walls. He grips the sheets, digging his nails into them as he cries out in ecstasy, his mind drowning in the sheer pleasure of the moment.
[17:36 PM] Ashleigh Harker rocks her hips to an unheard rhythm, channeling the dance of the club. She reaches down, and puts both hands on the boy's chest, pressing down. Her fingers slip inside of his blouse, and with the same lack of warning as before sends buttons flying across the room. The woman winces as one of them smacks her in the lip, but she seems to enjoy it, looking down at the little writhing body beneath her. She pushes her hands into his chest, and tightens her fingers, panting and doing her best to keep that cigarette from falling from her lips. It's almost gone out, and there are ashes all over the sheets. Her smirk widens, and she slowly reaches up to her lips, taking the butt between two fingers... and then she grinds out the burning stump into the boy's ribs. "Scream for me, you little faggot!" she growls.
[17:44 PM] Scarlet Esperon seems disappointed as his clothing is torn apart, though he puts it out of his mind for the time being. He is simply enjoying himself too much to care at all right now. He doesn't notice as she moves the burning embers towards him though once it contacts his soft skin his expression changes from one of pleasure to pain. "Aah~-AHH! FUCK!" he screams and thrashes about beneath you, clearly confused and panicked. He bucks his hips wildly, as if trying to throw you off of him.
[17:50 PM] Ashleigh Harker: The woman just laughs at the crossdresser's pain, cunt tightening as she grinds against him, hips kissing hips. Warm liquid seeps from inside of her and she lets out the kind of pleased sigh that normal people make when they're happy. She came while the little faggot thrashed beneath her. "Oooh, yes~!" she cries out, voice lilting madly, "that's what I came here for!" She leans down, still not finished, and kisses the boy, holding down his arms. "Come on, you little tranny. Fu~uck me! I can feel how hard you are." She lets go of his hands, and moves her fingers down to his chest, her thumb digging into the still-warm burn. "You love this, haha, maybe even more than I do, you fucking pervert."
[17:57 PM] Scarlet Esperon continues to thrash about, trying to get away. However his body is weak and frail and there is not much he can do against the girl. His heart races faster and faster due to his panic which causes his cock to pulse with greater intensity within her. He screams out in pain as she presses her thumb against the burn and tears begin to stream down his cheeks.
[18:02 PM] Ashleigh Harker: More laughter from those lovely lips. She raises up, nearly pulling out of the boy, and then roughly slams her hips down, "Don't slack off, you little faggot!" she cries out, thumb digging into that fresh wound enough to cause a trickle of blood. "You begged for this, remember? Use that little cock you hate so much." She's not even fucking him, her hips rocking against his painfully stiff priapism. She's using him. Riding him like a toy that has the added benefit of crying. "Oh, you're so pretty with tears in your eyes, pussy boy~" she teases.
[18:08 PM] Scarlet Esperon doesn't even seem to be registering her words anymore. He continues to buck his hips against her though in a feeble attempt to get away and escape. His eyes have gone wide with fear and his body tenses up as she digs her thumb into him again. He continues to cry out in pain, sobbing simultaniously as his voice fails him.
[18:14 PM] Ashleigh Harker: One hand reaches up and wraps, gently at first, around the boy's throat. She shushes him like a mother might shush her child, still rocking her hips, and smacking her crotch roughly against the boys, their skin kissing with a wet slap. "Someone might hear you," she teases, tightening that grip. The other hand moves away from the burn, now dripping blood as the cauterized skin was peeled away. She draws patterns with that blood, teasing those hard little nipples. The violent woman leans down, and bites the boy's flat chest, tugging at the skin and trying to draw blood. "Ooh, I bet you want me to keep going..." she whispers, breath hot on his chest, thumb digging in right beneath the hyoid, into the trachae. "Is it getting dark?" she wonders, moaning as she fucks herself, "can you see the little stars?"
[18:15 PM] Ashleigh Harker lets out a dark little laugh, "that's hypoxia. Those dancing little stars are your brain... haha, begging for oxygen. Beautiful little constellations that all mean one thing..." She slams her hips down, biting her lip, "Oooh, it means you're dying."
[18:23 PM] Scarlet Esperon stops thrashing around as the girl's hand clasps around his neck. Instinctively he grabs her arm, trying to pull it away. Try as he might though his arms are frail and do him no good. His heart is racing a mile a minute as he desperately tries to breathe. His voice falls silent as her grasp tightens around his neck and his eyes begin to roll back into his head. The boy's body betrays him, reaching an orgasm and cumming inside of her, painting her insides white as the light starts to fade from his eyes.
[18:32 PM] Ashleigh Harker loosens up her grip for a moment, hips trembling as she feels the cum filling her up, panting in some sick fetishistic pride. But then she redoubles, now using both hands, knuckles going white. She still doesn't let up her hips, fucking wildly now, spearing herself like an animal in heat, voice rising up in a laugh as she looks down at the lolling tongue and bulging eyes. "Th-the best part... haha, is that asphyxiation... Mmm, gives the best orgasms...! Haha, it's like the body knows... what's coming, and..." she stops mid sentence, thigh convulsing. She leans forward and more of her own juices leak out down her victim's thighs. She pants, finally stopping her ministrations, and taking her hands away. She keeps talking, even though Scarlet can't hear her anymore. "hah... the body knows what's coming, and wants one last cum..." She leans down and kisses the still boy, and presses two fingers to his neck, looking over at the VCR clock.
[18:34 PM] Ashleigh Harker smiles, pulling herself off the boy with a lovely moan, and wipes his crotch, and her dripping cum up with his discarded skirt. When he wakes up in a few hours, there's a glass of water on the bedside table, collecting condensation, and a note written on the back of some junk mail suggesting he wear a scarf. The note is signed with a number, and the name Ashleigh.
[18:39 PM] Ashleigh Harker: Because what slut doesn't want rough sex that might kill him every now and then?