Sweet Cheeks (Futa on Male)

By Jordan Bailey

A day in the life of a young man who takes exotic dancing to an all new extreme. Nothing is off limits thanks to the local club in town, Transcendence, that caters to a very specific clientele with a very specific kind of stripper. The hottest dancer has an even hotter evening as night falls. So why not join in?
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Contained elements of Futa on Male

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Bailey
• Release date: Jul 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215352670

Jordan Bailey

Jordan Bailey is a transwoman originally from England who now lives quietly in the United States. Her hobbies include writing, movies and playing with her dogs. Lover of anime, manga and animals, she primarily writes about Futanari, or 'Dickgirl' women and crossdressing. She also enjoys weaving tales about effeminate young men, a.k.a. 'femboys', transwomen and other transgender themes!To get updates, send feedback, or anything else, follow her on Reddit @ BaileyJordanOfficial

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Sweet Cheeks

by Jordan Bailey

This ebook is for 18+ adults ONLY. It contains explicit, graphic details of sexual acts and language that may be considered offensive by some readers.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are consenting, non-related adults over the age of 18.

Copyright © 2023 author Jordan Bailey. All rights reserved.

You ready? My boss, Laura asked.

Ugh, yeah. Tuesday crowds are the worst though. I pouted. Too shy to feel me up and too poor to make it rain.

You know you have a thing for the shy types, Laura said, smiling.

We both laughed, but our voices were drowned out a split-second later by the start of a new song on the stage. I pulled back the curtain and saw dozens of customers from every walk of life reclined in satin chairs. The patrons of this club were shrouded in darkness, but were almost exclusively men. Most wore expensive suits, but the occasional frat boy in jeans, or a scruffy trucker in overalls dotted the crowd. The chairs they sat in were centered around several raised islands and each table had a stainless steel pole jutting out from it that connected the island to the ceiling.

On these poles were boys. Not men, boys: all just barely eighteen and hairless below the neck. They wore whatever they felt best exaggerated their favorite qualities. Clad mostly in g-strings or jockstraps of various sizes and colors. All the boys had phenomenal asses, which is most of