Virgin in Shemale Club

I have made a lot of mistakes while drunk in the past.
I fucked what I thought was a hot MILF but ended up being a much older grandma and not even remotely hot.
I fucked a very obese woman who nearly crushed me to death when she rode me.
I fucked my girlfriend’s mother while my girlfriend was sleeping downstairs.
Just to name three.
But that paled in comparison to what just happened last night.
I was bar hopping in San Francisco and had already been to a drag bar where I was luckily still sober enough to recognize an Adam’s apple on an otherwise feminine looking person who was hitting on me pretty hard, when reached a club called Deception, a club I recalled my colleague Fran, one of the few who had so far resisted my charm, had said I had to visit if I was in San Francisco.
I asked, “Why?”
“It’s a bar where you are guaranteed to get fucked like you have never been fucked before,” she said, always talking like she was a guy.
“I can’t imagine how that is possible.” I smiled, flirting back.
“Trust me, it will change your life,” she said.
“I’d change your life if you’d let me,” I flirted.
“Trust me, you couldn’t handle me,” she countered.
“Challenge accepted,” I joked.
“Once you get back from Deception we will talk,” she said.
I thought the name was odd, but I just wanted another drink and hopefully a hot chick to take back to my hotel as I hadn’t been laid in a week, which was a pretty long time for me… and I recalled Fran’s words.
In retrospect, a sober me would have likely caught many of the warning signs.
There was a twenty buck cover, which was a bit steep, but if the women inside were half as hot as the woman taking my...