My name is April, and I'm a lesbian. A real lesbian, mind you, not an Internet-model lesbian, not a bisexual. I look butch, I drink Tequila straight up, and a wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything but baggy jeans. I've considered getting my lips pierced. I'm thick-boned with a big ass and big tits. I wear my hair short and spike it a little bit. One last time, for clarification: I'm a dyke. I don't fuck men.

This is the story of the time I fucked a man.

I was having coffee at Mama J's, a lesbian cafe downtown. I was there with my girlfriend, Gina, and another couple - Julie and Mary. We were bullshitting over some espressos when he walked in, scoping out the chicks.

"Well, he's in the wrong place to find a date," Mary joked. We all laughed, and he noticed. Oddly, he seemed amused too, and walked straigt up to us.

"You girls look lonely. Mind if I sit down?"

I was about to tell him to fuck off, when Gina invited him to sit, pulling a chair from another table for him. He smiled, looked Gina up and down sleazily, and took the seat.

"So, you're all lesbians, huh? I've never actually done a lesbian before."

We stared, surprised and annoyed. No one spoke.

He looked me square in the eye. "So, are you all single, or couples, or do you just have group orgies?"

"Look, we're trying to have coffee here privately, so why don't you just fuck off?"

He smiled. "Just answer the question. Who at this table do you fuck?"

I swallowed, looked at him in disbelief, and surprised myself by answering. "Gina here is my girlfriend, but Julie and I had sex once a few years ago. Julie and Mary are going out still."

He looked them all over, then turned back to me, "And what's your name again?"

My teeth clenched, "April."

"April, you're definitely the ugliest girl, but your girlfriend is hot." He turned and smiled to her, "So tell me, Gina, what does April mean when she says you have sex? Obviously not real sex, so what? Do you use a strap on? Eat each other out? Bump clams? What? How can you get satisfaction without a cock involved?"

She shifted and giggled. I couldn't believe it. Gina may look femme, with her huge man of curly blonde hair and her lanky model's body, but she has an attitude. She doesn't take shit from anyone.

He smiled, more sleazy then charming, and asked a little loudly, "Is there a men's room?"

Some people looked up, surprised and annoyed and maybe a little amused. But Gina nodded, "Yes, but it isn't used much."

"Show it to me. Lead me there."

She got up. I grabbed her wrist. "Gina? What are you doing? Sit down." I glared at him. "Fuck off already. The bathroom's over there. Find it yourself, you dumb motherfucker."

Gina looked at me in shock and pulled her wrist free. "Hey! Let go of me. I'll be right back."

They walked away. I watched them, surprised at myself, but was incredibly angry when she walked into the bathroom with him. I wanted to get up and find out what was going on, but I couldn't. I wanted to get up and leave, but I couldn't. I just sat there, confused and angry and silent. Mary and Julie did the same for a little bit, then excused themselves and went home. I just sat, and stewed.

After ten minutes, a regular thumping began from the bathroom, increasing in volume and speed. No one seemed to notice, not even when a loud male moan rose and climaxed in a very obvious orgasm. I still sat there.

Five minutes later, he walked out of the men's room, smiled at me, and walked into the women's room. I couldn't take it any more. I stormed into the men's room to confront Gina.

She was lying on her back in the middle of the floor, naked. Her hair and makeup were messed up, and she was sporting a tremendous grin until she noticed me. Then she looked terrified and guilty.

"April, please! I couldn't control it. I had to do what he said!" She began crying. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe her. Honestly, I don't think I cared. I just wanted to get back at him. I wanted to cut his balls off.

Gina started masturbating, eyes closed. I was too baffled to deal with it. I stormed out, confusion changing to rage, and walked fistfirst into the lady's bathroom...

...and dropped to my knees, my body suddenly beyond my control. He smirked down at me as I unbuttoned my shirt. I unhooked and removed my bra, and arched my back, putting my hands behind my neck to stick my breasts out further. He nodded and watched with interest.

Internally, I screamed in rage and terror. My body did nothing but pose. I jiggled my breasts a little bit for him. He nodded in judgement, leaned down and tweaked my nipple.

"Guess what? I can make you do, think or feel anything I want. I'll give a little demonstration, so you'll understand I'm serious when we talk."

Suddenly, he was gone. I stood up, suddenly feeling much better, and dressed myself. I walked back out to Mama J's, and was suddenly shocked - the place was devoted to perversity! Why, looking at the people, I could tell by sight that they were the sort of people who practiced promiscuity, self-abuse, and perhaps even worse! Many of them were even looking upon other women with lust! Though moments before I had accepted all this as a welcome haven for free expression, suddenly I could no longer tolerate such libertine behavior. I stormed to the cashier and demanded an explanation for such a pit of iniquity.

"What are you talking about, April? Don't tell me you've gone Christian on me. Shit."

I stared at her, fuming, my lip twisted up in anger as I contemplated a dignified yet venomous response. Suddenly, I lost control of my bodily functions - I voided my bowels and bladder inside my pants. I couldn't stop. I remained frozen, in confusion and shame, as I soiled my clothing. The cashier watched with annoyance and curiosity, then leaned away, waving at her nose from the smell. Horrified and ashamed, I fled to the ladies' room to clean myself up...

...to find him watching me, amused. I felt a sharp dizziness as my mind returned to its normal state, and then a deep sense of dread and helplessness, as I realized what had been done to me. I whispered, too frightened to breathe properly, "What do you want?"

"I think I'm going to take Gina back with me. She'll dance like a puppet for a while, serve my whims, and then I'll turn her into a mindless slut, and either kill her or give her away to a friend. Mostly I'm interested in breaking her will slowly; once she stops fighting uselessly against my powers, she's basically just a fuckhole, and I already have prettier fuckholes. Tighter ones, too. You sure she was always a dyke? Her pussy's awfully loose."

I couldn't take it. I knew I'd regret it, but I lept at him fists flying, teeth bared. Of course, my blows didn't connect, and I wound up only slamming my body against a wall.

"You realize I'm going to beat the crap out of you for that, April, don't you? I'd rape you instead, but you're just too ugly."

I kicked backwards at him, and felt my boot connect with his thigh with a lot of force. He fell to the ground, but I was suddenly paralyzed with pain. He started laughing.

"Wow. You got the jump on me. Nice work. I'll probably come back and lobotomize you for that later, but for now, I'm impressed. You must really love that little cunt, huh?"

I remained silent.

"Well, I'll make you a deal. I'm going to leave now, and take her with me. I figure I'll grow tired of her body and her sex skills within a week, and bored with the mental torture in another week. By then, she'll be a degraded whore with no self-image, and she'll probably be shaven and pierced and restyled to fit my whim, but if you want, I'll return her to you when I'm done. Maybe she'll recover in a few years of therapy. Sound good?"

I remained silent, but inside my head I forlornly realized that I would eventually accept his offer. I just didn't want to voice it right now - I couldn't let him win.

"Good. You accept. But, there's one condition. Two weeks from today, I'm coming here. If you want to see Gina again, then you'll behave as though you're very interested in me. We'll chat and you'll laugh and give a quirky smile and, eventually, invite me back to your place. There, we'll fuck. You'll propose anything you suspect might please me, no matter how degrading. You'll fake wild, screaming, intense orgasms expertly, and you'll tell me I'm the best you ever had. You'll give me your number, tell me your secrets, and confess you're in love with me. We'll kiss goodbye in the morning and I'll leave. If I'm satisfied with the sex, and if, the whole night, I can't for a moment tell that you are anything less than sincere in your heartfelt love and desire for me, then, the next day you'll have Gina. If you try any tricks, or try to cause me any trouble, or let anyone pick up even a vague hint of what's really going on, I'll warp your mind past recgonizability and you'll live your life an insane, twisted, psychotic freak. If you want Gina back, I'll see you there. If not, it was nice knowing you. Hell, I'm sure you could find another girlfriend - Mary and Julie just broke up, and they'll both be aggressively trying to seduce you. Too bad about them, huh? They seemed so happy together. I wonder what happened. Anyway, bye. Eight o'clock. Wear black lace underwear."