I worked from home, doing translation work, website layout, and taking on side gigs as an IT tech. I was going through a turbulent time. I shared an apartment with a friend, but he was on his way out—moving to another city. I needed to scrape together some quick cash, so I ramped up the side hustles.
On a Friday night, I got a call from a buddy of mine. I went to meet him at a bar, where he was hanging out with a coworker. He said he’d gotten a service call from a client but wasn’t really in the mood to take it. He offered the job to me, and I accepted right away.
Gustavo, his coworker, chimed in. "Man, Marcelo, you’re really gonna send the guy over there? That’s messed up," he said with a little chuckle.
"Why? What’s the issue?"
"Tell him, Marcelo."
Marcelo waved his right hand dismissively. "It’s nothing, he’s just fucking with you. Cut that shit out, Gustavo, you're gonna make the guy back out."
Gustavo just shrugged.
Marcelo gave me the address. Before heading out, I asked him again, "What was Gustavo talking about?"
"Nothing at all, he’s just trying to mess with your head. There’s zero problem over there. You’re good to go."
I arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. It was an apartment building on one of the side streets parallel to Ocean Drive. Not super luxurious, but definitely far from a dump. It was a first-floor unit.
I knocked on the door, and the person who answered was a trans woman—over six feet tall, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and bright blue eyes. She was barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.
"Hey handsome, you the tech guy?"
"Yeah, that’s me," I said, once the initial surprise wore off.
"Come on in, make yourself at home," she said, and I stepped inside.
The apartment was huge, taking up the entire floor, and the front door opened into a good-sized living room. There was a couch near the window and a table with four chairs. An archway led to what looked like the dining room, which then ended in a long hallway.
"Gabi!" the trans woman shouted. "GABI!" she yelled again, this time so loud it actually startled me.
A door near the end of the hallway opened, and a head popped out.
"What?"
"The computer guy is here. Come show him what's wrong."
"You show him."
"I’m wrapped in a towel, come on!" she barked in an authoritative voice.
"Fine, fine... I'm coming."
She turned back to me.
"She’ll show you. I gotta take a shower now. The computer is over there," she said, pointing to the far wall of the room.
I sat down at the desk and turned the machine on.
Moments later, Gabi joined me, and I realized she was also a trans woman. She was shorter than the first one—around five-foot-seven—and had a strikingly pretty face.
"Hey," she said, her voice softly feminine.
She pulled up a stool and sat right beside me, explaining what had been happening with the computer. After a quick scan, I saw the machine was crawling with unwanted programs—a full alphabet soup of viruses and malware. Basic stuff, but cleaning it up was going to take a bit of time. Gabi stayed by my side, resting her chin on her hands as she watched the screen.
"What’s your name?" she asked.
"Rafael."
"I’m Gabi."
I heard the front door open, and soon two more people walked into the room. They were—as you might have guessed—two more trans women. One was tall with dark skin and dark hair, and the other was fair-skinned, shorter, with brown hair.
"New boyfriend, Gabi?" one of them teased with a laugh. I gave a polite, awkward smile, keeping my eyes glued to the screen.
"No, he’s fixing the computer."
"Hallelujah!" the other exclaimed, heading down the hallway with her friend right behind her.
"Do you want something to drink?" Gabi offered.
"No, thank you."
Gabi and I kept chatting, gradually breaking the ice. She mentioned she was studying for college entrance exams. Once I felt comfortable enough, I asked the question that had been burning inside my curiosity.
"How many... of you... live here?"
"Seven," she replied.
"So it’s like a dorm or a group house?"
"Well, something like that," she laughed.
A little later, she said she was going to her room to grab her phone. I was almost finished. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught someone walking into the room and turned, expecting Gabi. It was one of the two women who had arrived together. She was completely naked. I stared for a split second in disbelief before quickly snapping my eyes back to the monitor. She strolled into the living room area and lit a cigarette. Gabi returned shortly after.
"Did you figure out what was causing all those problems?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was this file right here," I said, pointing to the screen.
She leaned in close to look.
"Ugh! That’s all Márcia's fault, that bitch."
The naked woman—who I assumed was Márcia—came running over the second she heard her name.
"What about me, girl?"
"That trashy program you installed. That’s why this damn thing was acting up!"
Márcia stopped right next to me. I was sitting on the wooden stool—which I had gentlemanly swapped with Gabi so she could take the office chair. That placed my face right at crotch level with Márcia, who was standing barely eight inches from my nose. I started leaning as far back as I could to the other side, nearly falling off the stool. Gabi caught onto my predicament immediately.
"Márcia, move back! You're practically shoving your dick in his face!"
"So what? What if he likes it..." she replied with a sly little laugh.
Just then, the tall blonde who had greeted me at the door walked into the room, drying her hair. The second she saw Márcia standing there naked, she tossed her towel over her shoulder and marched right over.
"Márcia, for fuck's sake!" she said, grabbing her by the arm. "He’s a guest here." She shoved her out of the room, then turned back to me, apologizing for her roommate's behavior.
"No problem at all," I said. "And I'm all done here. The computer is completely clean now. I went ahead and installed a solid antivirus for you guys too."
"Well look at that—not only handsome, but helpful too," she said. I must have turned red faster than a tourist at South Beach, because she immediately broke into a dirty little grin.
After paying me (with a generous tip for the extra work and to make up for Márcia's stunt), she took down my phone number.
"With the way these crazy girls treat this computer, we’re gonna be needing you a lot," she purred as we said goodbye.
Long story short, what the trans woman (whose name was Cláudia) said turned out to be completely true. At first, I was over there every other week. Originally it was to fix the desktop and their laptops, but as we grew closer, I started stopping by just to hang out and watch movies. We became genuine friends, and I got to know each of them a little better.
Besides Cláudia (who was the older "house mother" of the group), Gabi (the youngest, who had passed her entrance exams and was now in law school), and Márcia (who loved to tease and push buttons, but was a sweetheart at heart), there were four others: Amanda, a Black woman just a bit older than Gabi who worked at a beauty salon; Nicole, a tall brunette who worked at the same salon; Joyce, who lived alone in the bedroom at the end of the hall—a privilege Cláudia said she earned by paying the biggest share of the rent, since her parents were, shall we say, very well-off—spending her days studying for civil service exams; and Valquíria, who was a professional dominatrix. A few of them did sex work on the side to supplement their income, but Cláudia enforced a strict set of house rules: no clients allowed in the apartment (nor men in general, unless they were official boyfriends), mandatory monthly blood tests for anyone seeing clients, zero drugs, and absolute mutual respect at all times.
About five months after my first visit, I hit a rough patch and suddenly found myself with nowhere to live. The girls immediately offered me a spot at their place for as long as I needed. I was genuinely moved by the gesture. In return, I became a handyman of sorts around the apartment. I’d run to the bank, handle odd maintenance jobs, kill roaches... I even tried my hand in the kitchen from time to time, though my culinary skills were pretty limited.
I had been living with them for about two good months when it happened for the first time.
One night, I was getting ready for bed when my phone rang. It was Cláudia, and I could tell right away that she was drunk. She said she’d lost her keys. The other girls were already fast asleep, so I headed downstairs to let her in. Cláudia was wearing tiny denim shorts, a white crop top, and high heels that made her loom over my 6'0" frame. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail.
The moment I unlocked the main building door, she threw her arms around me.
"What would I ever do without you?" she slurred with a laugh.
I guided her inside and shut the door behind us. In the elevator, I caught myself staring down at her cleavage. She noticed and let out a soft, amused giggle, rolling her shoulders forward to make the view even more tantalizing. She was usually serious and stressed, so I rarely saw her smile—which was a shame, really. Her face was one of the most masculine among the girls, yet it possessed a strikingly unique beauty.
When we reached our floor, I offered her my shoulder, and we staggered down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Nicole and Valquíria.
"I’m gonna take a shower before going to bed. Can you help me?" she asked.
We walked into the bathroom. I closed the door, and the second I turned around, she threw herself onto me and kissed me. Caught up in the sudden heat of the moment, I kissed her back without even thinking. She spun me around, pressing me back against the door. Pressing her body tight against mine, she began kissing my neck, her hands gripping my ass before tugging my shorts down. I felt her hard dick rubbing against me, and I froze in place.
"Let me fuck you, handsome, come on..." she whispered, pressing herself against me in a tantalizing rhythm.
I tried to respond, but all that came out of my mouth were incoherent mumbles. Seeing my hesitation, she pulled my shorts back up and turned me around to face her.
"I’m sorry," she said, looking embarrassed.
"It's... it's okay," I managed to say.
She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower stall—her sizable dick still rock hard. I told her to call me when she was done and stepped outside. Waiting for her, my mind raced over what had almost happened. It had been strangely, intensely exciting.
I helped her into bed. She apologized again, and I reassured her it was fine. I didn't manage to fall asleep until after I masturbated.
Two days later, in the middle of the afternoon, Cláudia and I were the only ones left in the apartment. She was in her room reading a book. I was trying to fix a window latch in Joyce's room, working hard not to dwell on what happened two nights prior. Finally, I built up the courage and walked over to Cláudia's room.
"Can I come in?" I asked, knocking lightly on the half-open door.
"Of course, sweetie."
I walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.
"Do you... remember what happened in the bathroom that night?" I asked.
"I do. I'm sorry, I promise I won't do that again."
"I... well... I actually got really turned on."
I saw a sudden spark ignite in her eyes.
"Did you, now?" she murmured.
She placed her book on the nightstand and slipped one hand beneath the sheet.
"Yeah," I said, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.
"So?" she asked, her hand moving rhythmically under the covers.
"So what?"
"What do you want?" she asked with a wicked little smile.
"I want to pick up where we left off," I whispered softly.
She let out a soft groan and pulled me close to her, locking her lips onto mine. She tossed the sheet aside, revealing her dick—already exposed, fully erect, and ready for action.
"How do you want it?"
"Like we were doing before," I said.
We stood up, and I faced the wall, placing my hands against it. I heard Cláudia step up behind me and caught the faint scent of a latex condom. The moment I felt the cool touch of lube against my ass, I knew there was no turning back.
"Is this your first time?" Cláudia asked softly.
"Yeah," I answered.
"I’ll be gentle... at first," she giggled.
I felt the head of her dick press against me and focused on relaxing. Slowly, she slid inside me, and a low groan escaped my throat.
"Take it easy, handsome. You're gonna love this," she whispered softly into my ear before gently biting the lobe. She pushed in a little further, until her body was pressed flush against mine.
"See? You took all of it," she whispered.
She started a slow, steady rhythm, and before I even knew what was happening, I came hard—without even touching my own dick. Cláudia paused, genuinely surprised.
"Look at you, you naughty boy! Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" I practically yelled. "Keep going, I want you to come too."
She picked up the pace, driving deeper and faster. I felt a sudden flash of discomfort—a sharp sting of pain—but the pleasure quickly rushed back and washed over me. Right then and there, I came a second time.
Seeing that blew Cláudia’s mind. She grabbed my shoulders, her thrusts turning hard and desperate, and it didn't take long before she hit her own climax. We stood there for a few breathless seconds, completely dazed, before she turned me around to face her.
"What did you think?" she asked, catching her breath.
"It hurt a little more than I expected, but it was amazing."
She laughed. We showered together and spent the rest of the afternoon talking. Bringing up what had just happened, she gently made it clear that she saw it as a favor between good friends—adding with a wink that whenever I needed it again, all I had to do was ask.
To be continued...
