Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 14:22:41 EST
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli 6

My options, and thus my mind, made up, I told agreed to work for Rufus the
next day.  I didn't explain anything to him, he didn't deserve to know, but
when I told him I needed a place to stay I think he understood it all.

He did want to know what it was that I wanted, and when I told him it was
to be a woman he looked at me with an understanding I thought impossible
for the gruff old bear.

"I can get dat fo ya" was his only response.  And one thing I was sure of -
he could.

On his instructions, with no protest, I moved in with Cissy, a tall blonde
from the club.  Her apartment was situated a few blocks from Chilli's and
she worked there as a dancer.  According to Rufus, she could make me `all
whatcha wanna be', and I believed him.

I would come to know Cissy's life history in minute detail over the coming
months we lived together.  She introduced me, over time, to the world of
transvestism, transexualism, and then finally, SRS.  It was an education
college couldn't hold a candle to.  And it was entirely free - almost.

The first thing she introduced me to was a painful female hormone shot.
She was self administering her own now, and shared it with me, with the
understanding that a doctor's examination and guidance were required if I
wanted to continue.  It hurt like hell, but the idea of continuing my
journey made the pain bearable.  I would come to look forward to these as
my passing from male to female became more and more a reality.

I continued to work as a cocktail waitress at the club.  I now wore padded
bras to further enhance my look, even as the hormones took effect.  I was
careful to use a liquid hair remover to keep my entire body smooth and hair
free.  While never a makeup queen, I learned the tricks of the trade, and
began taking extra care to make myself as alluring as possible.  I kept my
hair shoulder length and straight, bleaching streaks through the front and
sides.  With Cissy's help, I perfected my posture, my walk, and my voice
away from the amateur cross dresser I had been to the tranny I was
becoming.  This was actually quite easy for me and the bumbling young boy
in me disappeared, in stages, over the coming weeks and months.

Rufus actually complimented me on the changes.

Cissy had a lot of experience to share with me.  She had come to the city
as a budding transvestite from a small town, progressed thru the hormones
of transexualism, and beyond that into the world of post operative
transexual.  Earning enough money from her work at Chilli's, she had gone
the ultimate route of SRS, in Colorado, and returned to Rufus to repay the
favor as a dancer, turning tricks to make money for the both of them.  She
had made movies, both pre and post operative, and was considered one of the
most successful "girls" to come out of my newly adopted city.  She was, in
essence, a perfect role model for the life I wanted to lead.

I was fascinated by Cissy's transition stories and her body.  Her breasts,
grown feminine by a combination of the hormones and implants, were simply
amazing.  They were size 36D, with a fullness and form that defied gravity.
High and proud.  ` A real set ` as she called them, which she showed off by
hardly ever wearing a bra.

And her pussy!  She had it for over a year now, and talked about it as if
it were sacred.  And I supposed it was, being the real defining line in her
mind between being a transexual and a woman.  It was another work of art to
me, and she let me examine it in minute detail.  Beneath a tightly cropped
`V' of pubic hair, the creation of a combination of the scalpel and plastic
surgery seemed perfect.

And she used it, telling me stories of how she had engaged in sex just a
few months after the surgery and how the orgasms intensified over time.  I
was surprised to hear that she actually had orgasms, my mind absorbing all
of this.  For the first time in my life I imagined sex as a woman, and it
drove me mad with the desire to emulate her success.

The only, slight, telltale sign that Cissy wasn't a genetic girl was her
adams apple.  It wasn't prominent but it was detectable and the doctors had
told her that the hormones would eventually minimize it.  To me that was
but a small detail and something I didn't think mattered, but Cissy was
aware of it and wore a velvet choker when she performed.

The hormones really took care of the problem of body hair.  Other than
trimming her pubic hair occassionaly and shaving her legs and armpits,
Cissy wasn't bothered by hair.  My own experiences led me to believe that
hair wouldn't be a problem for me either.  We were both `natural' blondes
which made life much easier.

The only barriers to my transition were money and the medical requirements
for SRS.  Cissy explained the medical and mental process of transition she
had gone thru and the expenses in great detail.  It had taken a series of
interviews and examinations over the course of almost one year before she
was approved for the process, and even then she had spent her life savings,
and more, on it.  But she assured me, and I believed her, that it was worth
every minute and dollar she had spent.  With each day, she became what I
aspired to be.

My sex life during this period had fallen to new depths of poverty.  While
I enjoyed being `en femme' 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, sexual activity
was non existent.  Cut off from Lambda, Trexler, and the street, I went
thru the coming days and weeks in my new found schedule of working at the
club and living with Cissy.  She had boyfriends who took her out, and I
spent most of my time sleeping, getting made up for work, working, and
sleeping.  I masterbated regularly, an artifical form of self relief,
neither satisfying or particularly enjoyable.  Even painful, and Cissy
would explain the effects of the hormones as they gradually built to new
levels in my body.

My work as a cocktail waitress opened my eyes to more and more of what went
on in the club, and the of the first things I really noticed was the level
of sexual activity going on.
  Rufus and the other bouncers were really not aware of what was going on
behind their backs as the girls stole every opportunity to make a wayward
dollar from the clientele.

One of the first things I observed was the simple hand job, given furtively
under the table by most every girl.  Since I was a waitress and not a
bouncer, most girls didn't even try to hide the activity from me, and I
witnessed countless examples of it during my shift.  Apparently they were
going for $10 each, and these johns never questioned the price, given the
state of excitement they were in.

Girls talked openly, among themselves, of the sex that went on during
private dances in the `VIP' rooms and weren't sharing this money with the
club.  Not that it bothered me - I would do the same thing to make money -
and my attitude of live and let live seemed to cement the bonds of
sisterhood between me and the girls.  In short, I was accepted as one of
the girls, although most, if not all of them, were aware of my physical
shortcomings.  I could be trusted.

While I was making good money from a combination of minimum wage and my
share of the tips, it was obvious that some of the girls were making much
more than that, both in and out of the club.  Cissy and the others were
regularly making `dates' to meet customers after hours, or during the day
for sex.  I was awaken from my daytime sleep several times by the sound of
Cissy's love making with a customer in the next room.  It bothered me that
I couldn't share in this enjoyable and lucrative activity, and after a few
weeks I approached Rufus about it.

"Wha chu mean bout dat sex?" he questioned "ain't no sex goin on in
Chilli's, is de?  Who? Where?"

`Careful now' I said to myself.  I knew I couldn't snitch on anyone in
particular.  I had to keep it general or Rufus would come down on the girls
and I would be in trouble with them.

"Rufus, I'm not a snitch, but it is going on.  Not enough for anyone to get
busted, but it is going on".  Then I added fuel to the fire.  "And baby,
you're not getting your share of the profit."

He exploded with rage, but I refused to rat on anyone and he had no
alternative but shut up and listen to me.

"Look, sex outside the club doesn't make you one cent.  You've got to have
it in the club where you can control it and profit from it.  Think of all
those horny customer who would pay almost anything for good, safe release
after a lap dance."

"Sex in da club get my ass busted by da man.  You know dem vice shut me
down fo de find some bitch turnin tricks in da club.  What cho out yo mind
girl?"

"Of course they would, but there are ways to turn safe tricks with out
getting caught".

"Tell me one.  Tell Rufus one and I listen to ya."

"A glory hole" I blurted.  To tell you the truth, it just came in my mind
the instant I said it, saving me from the embarrassment of admitting I
didn't have the slightest idea.  Ala Trexler.

"Shit, a glory hole? A godamned faggot glory hole?  I ain runnin no
godamned faggot club bitch."

"Doesn't have a thing to do with homosexuals" I countered.  The ideas kept
coming fast now as I conjured up the image.  "Men would pay to have their
cocks sucked, and girls could do it thru a glory hole.  Something in the
mens room".

"Dey git busted sho.  Dem vice bust anybody, and dey sneaky too.  Dey axed
a blow job and da girl say `yeah' and take dey money and dem vice bust em.
Den I's busted too."

My mind searching now, I came up with the basis for a perfectly safe plan.
"Not really, think about it, I learned on the street that a vice cop won't
expose himself, it's against the law.  It's entrapment and they can't do
that."

"Of coose dey don't show, dey just wait fo da girl take da money, den de
bust em."

"The beauty of a glory hole" I continued to weave my proposal "the money
and the cock at the same time.  If she doesn't see the money and the cock,
she doesn't do it."

"She take da cock, she doan get da money, she take da money she get busted.
How you goan get aroun dat?"

"The cock and the money at the same time" I went on, the solution now
simple to me "the john wraps the money around his cock and sticks it thru
the hole.  She takes the money off and does the trick".

"Damn girl, you is smart as you looks" he complimented and patted me on the
shoulder.  "Let ol Rufus think bout dat.  I think you got da makins of a
real money maker.  I spoose you wants to do da tricks yo sef?"

"Hey, it's my idea.  I think I should participate in the profits".

"You gots ta work fo profit girl".

"Fine".  Deal struck.

Two nights later, Rufus stopped me when I came to work and showed me what
he had been working on for the past two days.  Taking me into the mens
room, he opened the door to the last stall, against the wall, and showed me
inside.  Nothing unusual, I thought.  Until he swung the toilet paper
holder out of the way and exposed a newly cut glory hole.  It was at least
6 inches in diameter and situated at waist height from the floor.  Peering
into it, I could see an empty room on the other side.  "Ol storage room jus
off the hall way from da bar to da dressin room" he chuckled " I figure you
sit ova there lookin real sharp, john comes in here, sees ya, likes what he
sees, stick he dick and twenty dolla thru da hole, you take da money, suck
he dick.  He happy, you happy, Rufus happy cuz you gimme ten dolla.
Whatcha think?"

"I think I should get more than half the money" I said, trying to
negotiate.

"Fuck you ho" he laughed "Ten dolla mo dan you get fo yo suga on dat
street".

"Pardon me?" I asked indignant "twenty was the going price, sometimes
thirty".

"Look at it dis way, you ain freezen yo cute ass off out there, no man to
hassle ya an you got no competition."

"Fuck you to" I responded "but I'm glad you like my ass".

"Fuck you, I don tol you I doan go dat faggot shit.  Oughts to wipe yo ass
bitch."

"Love you too Rufus" and I walked away, leaving him cursing me.

I began serving cocktails at 7, and by 8 Rufus stopped me and told me that
the bartender had spread the word among interested customers that sex might
be had in the last stall of the mens room.  He expected there might be one
or two interested johns, and suggested I go back to the storage room and
check it out.  I left my tables to another girl and slipped in to the
storage room.  Rufus had thoughtfully left a bar stool there and after
checking out the glory hole and finding it blocked by the toilet paper
holder, I sat on the stool and waited.  The dim light overhead hardly
provided any light at all, but I suppose that's what Rufus designed it for.

I sat for only a few minutes before I heard the toilet paper holder being
slid back and light from the mens room shone thru.  I wasn't sure what
procedure the bartender had suggested, so I sat still and waited.  Nothing.
Moving off the stool and peering thru the glory hole, I saw a rock hard
dick of about 8 inches starring back at me.  Neither of us moved, not
knowing what to do.

"Pisst" an obvious drunken voice hissed at me "how much for a blow job?"

"Twenty" I replied, throwing caution to the wind.  And with that he fumbled
in his wallet and produced a twenty which he shoved thru the hole.  This
wasn't the way I had described it to Rufus, but since he had exposed
himself to me already, he obviously wasn't vice.  I took the money and his
dick followed immediately thru, with at least 6 inches on my side.  I took
it in my right hand and pulled on it.  My senses reeled as I brought my
mouth down to it, his heavenly man scent filling my nostrils with the aroma
I had come to enjoy.  Flicking out my tongue to caress the underneath side
of his cock head, I tasted the first heady flavor of his precum as I bathed
it in saliva from my tongue.  If this wasn't heaven, it was next to it, and
I slipped my open lips over the head and wet the shaft even more.  It
occurred to me that this was my first dick in weeks, and I promised never
to let myself go that long with out it again.

I was lost in passion as I bobbed back and forth on his man meat, taking
more and more of it into my mouth until finally my nose and lips pressed
against the sides of the glory hole.  I made a mental note to have Rufus
enlarge the hole so I could get all of a dick in my mouth and get at the
balls as well.  But that would have to wait, as I continued to enjoy giving
my first blow job in weeks.  I was out of my head with lust and passion as
I gobbled, sucked, slurped, and ate his maness with abandon.  I managed to
get my fingers around the shaft, and jacked him as I sucked.

One thing about men who had worked themselves up watching the strippers and
lap dancers - they were ready, and I could sense his urgency as he humped
my mouth thru the hole.  Men give themselves away in many ways, moaning,
screaming, a tightening of the ballsack at the last second before
climaxing.  He did neither, but I could tell from the swelling blood
vessels in his shaft that he was close.  I redoubled my efforts and was
rewarded by a gushing of warm, strong tasting cum in my mouth as he slowed
his thrusts and let me suck his love juice into my mouth.  It was my
reward, I had earned every drop of it, and I savored it as one would a fine
wine, swirling it on my tongue before swallowing it down.  His cock head
never left my mouth as I swallowed, and I continued sucking and licking his
cum hole to get every last drop.  It had been a long time since I had eaten
a man off, and I was prepared to keep it up until he pulled out.  I was
delighted to find that he had no intention of quitting, and he let me suck
him til he was hard again.  We went thru the same routine, him fucking my
willing mouth as my tongue worked on the sensitive underneath.  He kept it
up longer this time before finally giving me another cum treat, which I
swallowed immediately.

I was nearly swooning now, the strong taste of cum in my mouth, and sank to
the floor in front of the glory hole, trying - not too hard - to cool off.
The ten dollar bill he thrust thru the hole floated down on my shoulders as
I continued to be lost in the throws of after sex bliss.

"Thanks doll" he said as he zipped up, and I heard the sound of the stall
door open and close.  It was lost on me as I lay, spent, replaying the
fantastic cock I had enjoyed.

My brief respite was brought to an end by the sound of the door being
latched again.  I rose to my knees to peer thru the hole and was greeted by
an eye peering back.  It was quickly replaced by a twenty dollar bill
wrapped cock thrust thru the hole.  I quickly unwrapped what appeared to be
twelve inches of hard black meat which I quickly pulled into my waiting
mouth.  This was a cock to die for, I thought, as my mouth stretched to the
breaking point over the head of it.  There was no way I would be able to
take all this, so I concentrated on the head, my tongue greadily lapping
the sensitive underneath.  I pulled on it as I bobbed up and down on the
head, trying to get as much as I could into my mouth.  Spittle drooled from
my lips as I tried, unsuccessfully, to get any more down me.  Pulling back,
I could sense him jacking off on his side of the hole as I jacked and
sucked on my side.  Within no time, the combination brought him off, and my
mouth was once again filled with the sweet warm reward I had come to crave.
It felt gooey and slimy as it first shot, then oozed in my mouth.  I
hesitated swallowing as I continued to bob back and forth, the heavenly
feeling of cum in my mouth and on my lips sending me into another deep
swoon.

He let me suck him for another minute or two before withdrawing and leaving
the stall.  Still on my knees, I was in heaven as the door opened and shut
once again, an eye peered thru, followed by yet another twenty dollar
wrapped dick.  I had him in my mouth, and off, in less than a minute.

And so it went for the rest of the night, I stayed at the hole, on my
knees, sucking dick after dick, until I lost count.

When the traffic finally slowed, signalling the closing of the bar, I took
stock of all the money laying on the floor.  $325 lay there, representing
16 blow jobs, 17 counting the one I did first.  And the $5 `tip'.  I
couldn't believe it.  Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would
attract such a crowd.  I had eaten off 16 men..16 had blown their load in
my mouth...16 delicious orgasms..and not one had known they were being
sucked off by a transexual.  16 men had imagined their cum was taken by a
girl.  It was fabulous.  Money and sex thru a glory hole.  Who would have
believed it.

Certainly not Rufus.  I was honest with him and split the $320 right down
the middle.  The $5 was mine, I had earned it fair and square.

"Damn girl" he exclaimed as I gave him the money "that's 16 johns done shot
they gig in yo mouff.  Damn, yo suga must be sweet."

"I didn't hear any complaints" I joked.

"I'd say not, matta fact, I'd say you got mo trade here dan on dat street,
huh?"

"I'll have to admit it's easier than hooking" I said, honestly.  I wasn't
sure if I liked it as much though, the men couldn't see me, I couldn't see
them, and the low position of the glory hole had me on my knees all night.
I felt the tightness in my calves.  "Rufus, I think the hole could be
enlarged though, I could do a better job, you know?"

"You got it suga, whats eva you say.  Damn, 16 tricks, I gotta's get mo
ho's".

"Yes" I sighed "if this keeps up, I could use some help".

"Shit girl, lookin at that glow on yo face I'd say you get all you can get,
huh?"

"I'll let you know if I get tired" I joked.

"Doan seem me you eva get tired dat.  Whooo wweeee, you some kinda cock
sukker.  Damn, 16.  Come on, I buy you a drink girl".  And with that, he
ushered me in to the club where he announced to Hank the bartender "Drink
fo de ho.  She done made me $160 wid dat sweet mouff hers."

"And some mighty satisfied customers" Hank replied as he poured me
champagne "gotta lotta compliments on your `technique' Lesli."

"Nice to hear Hank.  By the way, make sure you tell them that the money
comes with the cock, or no blow.  Several asked me the price, and one guy
stuck his cock thru before the money.  Too be completely safe, the money's
around the cock or I'll leave them hanging there".

"Damn girl, you catchin on".

"And Rufus, I need a pillow in there to kneel on.  My knees are rare from
the carpet."

"Sheeeit.  Hank you hear dis ho?  She getting uppity".  Rufus laughed.

"And, I'm making us money" I joked back.

"You keep on dem homones and I get you dancin girl.  Den you make some
money and yo knees doan hurt."

"Deal" I relpied.  And with that I drained the champagne and changed for
home.  Rufus left Hank to clean up and drove me to Cissy's apartment.

"You like it?" he questioned as we rode along.  "You like Chilli's?"

"Honestly Rufus, I didn't know if I would or not, but now I really enjoy
the atmosphere."

"And I think you like dem men looks at you.  Dem men doan know you a boy,
dey think you a girl and dey wants you.  And I see dat in yo eyes, you like
dem lookin and wantin you.  I think you like dat mo dan you like dey
dicks".

"I don't know if that's entirely true" I said, but he was on the mark about
liking them wanting me.

"Some ho's diffent, some ho's doan likes men, but I know you do, I can tell
you do.  Some ho's jus doin it fo da money, doan care bout dem johns.  You
do.  Damn shame you ain no real girl.  You be sompin you a real girl'.

"If I can make the money, I will be" I replied.  I really felt it was
possible now.

"No, you neva be a real girl.  I mean you get yo dick and balls cut off,
get a pussy, like Cissy, be different, but you still one dem `T's'".

"Rufus, I'll take it" I replied, curtly "I'll take that life and make the
most of it.  You just let me make the money I need, and I'll come back and
dance like Cissy and make us both a lot of money."

"Deal" he said, and pulled up in front of Cissy's apartment.  "Deal".

I fairly floated up the steps to the apartment, tired, worn out in fact,
but feeling the elation of all the sexual activity of the night.

I was asleep in no time.


To be continued

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