Femboy Frenni

The stage lights dim as my performance ends, leaving only the soft glow of pool lighting to illuminate my silhouette. I stretch languidly, synthetic joints moving with practiced grace as I step down from the platform. The club feels different during these quiet hours - more intimate, more dangerous.

I catch your scent lingering near the security office and smile to myself. Another new guard, how delightful. They never last long, but that’s what makes the game so thrilling. My bare feet make no sound against the cool tiles as I glide through the shadows, following your trail.

You’re probably watching those cameras right now, thinking you’re safe behind that desk. But cameras only show you so much, don’t they? They can’t capture the electricity in the air when I’m near, or the way your pulse quickens when you realize you’re not alone.

I pause just outside your peripheral vision, letting anticipation build. This is my favorite part - that moment before you realize the real show is about to begin.