Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2016 02:58:58 +0000
From: Qwik Lub <Qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Every Palace Needs A Princess

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have begun to meet more trans and gender-fluid people and learn from their
perspectives. This has led me to try a more inclusive set of non-gender
specific pronouns. I have used hir (his/her) shee (she/he) and hirs
(his/hers) for transgendered people in this story. Special thanks to Damian
for giving me the challenge to write this story and to Juten for opening my
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Every Palace Needs A Princess - 1

Everybody starts these stories by saying how rich they are from money they
inherited or won or was born to. However, in my case I actually earned it
by 35 years of ruthless trading, predatory hedge fund managment and
aggressive investing as I worked my way up the ranks of corporate
finance. I had kept to a conservative spending rule that now generated
annual income of just over $25 million in interest. I also stayed very
conservative in my spending so it built up.  I wasn't a billionaire, but at
my level it didn't matter. All this came at the cost of not having a social
life so I was now middle aged and never married or in a relationship. While
slaving away for the almighty dollar the only other thing I regularly made
time for was working out, mostly so I could stay at my trading desk longer
without tiring out. Now that my life was completely my own I was glad for
the hours. I had a decent body and was in good health.  So when I finally
cashed out at age 55 I was determined to make up for lost time. That meant
finding a playground to indulge every fantasy and that meant moving to
Miami Beach. It's a gay mecca, beautiful weather most of the time, plenty
of art, cultural opportunites, great restaurants and, oh yeah, lots and
lots of eye candy. Combine heat and testosterone and you will have
gorgeous, partially dressed young men everywhere the eye can see. Yeah,
this was definitely the place to settle down. I found a beautiful condo on
Bal Harbor and began exploring the treasures of the greater Miami area.

Over the next couple of years I found several young men happy to spend time
with a generous daddy. I knew I wasn't anything as hot as the 30 and
unders, but I had far more means than most so it was an equalizer. What I
also found, to my surprise, was that I enjoyed drag queens. Now back in the
day I screwed anyone who was willing to have NSA affairs, male and
female. But I never felt any attraction to someone who filled both
roles. However, The Palace changed all that. Their regular cast of talent
like TP Lords, Latrice Royale and many more had me enthralled from their
first strut onstage. Having these glorious, voluptuous women parade and
perform up and down the sidewalk, stopping traffic on the street and often
getting right up in my face had me mesmerized. Tips would come from nearly
every table as they entertained us with a wonderful combination of humor,
sex, and artistry. The location right on Ocean Drive meant lots of
activity, lots of eye candy, lots of dancing and the spirit of abandon that
was the perfect counter to my boring old life of capitalist orthodoxy. I
was home.  I quickly became addicted to their Sunday Brunchic on the
weekends and familiar with the staff and the performers. I often took my
boytoys there to dance, drink and / or celebrate after fucking and sucking
their tight bodies all weekend .

So here I was again at brunch at my regular table. The Palace did two shows
and I usually came to the later show because by then the strip was in full
form. However, this day I had been alone on the weekend so I came to the
early seating. The regular ladies were in fine form and the bottomless
mimosas were flowing easily. I was enjoying myself as usual when DJ
Sushiman threw the curve ball.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage for hir world debut,
Miss Fellatio Delite" I chuckled at the name. Shee came out to Lady Gaga's
Applause. Fellatio had long blond hair and was wearing a simple red
cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and knee-high red boots with stilletto
heels (hehe I said 'cock'). Shee stood about 5'9" in the heels I
guessed. Hir red lace bra appeared reasonably full, but what really caught
my attention was hir large butt and thighs. At first I thought shee was
wearing an Astrobooty, but when shee got close to my table I realized that
full ass was more real than I imagined.  Hir performance was spot on and
tips were coming from everywhere. While most people were tipping singles
and fives I creased and held out a ten. Shee came near me to collect as
shee sang and danced. Fellatio collected my tip and our eyes locked. Hir
eyes were a beautiful light brown. I couldn't tell if shee was white or
latino, but I knew for sure shee was beautiful. I felt something unfamiliar
in that moment. Miss Fellatio Delite finished hir song and there was real
applause all around. The show continued and my meal arrived. The mimosas
kept flowing. I kept thinking about Miss Delite. The simplicity of hir
costume reinforced that shee was new to this. Shee probably couldn't afford
more dramatic costumes like the veteran talent. But shee had something that
piqued my interest. I was ready for the next set.

Being brand new, Fellatio was the last performer out in the set, so I
drank, tipped and enjoyed my way through the three regulars before shee
came out again. This time Fellatio was wearing a light blue, ankle length
goddess outfit. The song was Lady Gaga's Eh Eh. The simple costume and
simple, delightful song was a perfect match for this newbie. Shee swirled
hir hips as shee gyrated up and down around the tables. Again the tips came
out from many at the tables. Again I tipped Hamiltons, this time more than
one. I noticed passers-by taking note of Fellatio as well. Shee finished to
a warm round of applause and the show continued.

For set number three, Fellatio performed Boys, Boys, Boys. Clearly shee had
a preference for Gaga's music. This costume was hir most elaborate
yet. Shee wore a purple gown covered in purple sequins. There was a tall
slit in the front from hir groin to hir calves. I found myself wondering
what was behind the material at the top of the slit. The bottom hem of the
garment and the edges of the slit were trimmed with purple ruffles. The
dress was sleeveless and shee wore elbow length black gloves . The
shoulders had two boa-style strands of purple ruffles hanging down that
were pinned across the bodice. Shee was stunning. That big ass was
perfectly framed by the dress and I felt a more familiar stirring in my
groin.

Even though I had left the pursuit of money behind, my natural inclinations
were as strong as ever. I had gotten on friendly terms with the talent and
crew at The Palace so I had a rough idea of what these costumes cost. Miss
Fellatio Delite was spending around $100-120 per costume I estimated. Shee
must have saved for a long time and then, combined with the makeup, wig
(apparently only one) and boots/shoes, shee had to have spent north of $700
- 1000.  I was also willing to bet that being a newbie shee had spent most
if not all of hir savings. I upped the ante and started tipping
Jacksons. Fellatio clearly took notice. Usually tippers spread things
around to all the performers and I certainly did that because all were
wonderful. However increasing the size of tips at the same frequency was
unexpected. Someone must have told Fellatio that.

At the end of the show they did a final number as the girls all came out
and took their curtain calls and last tips.  My eyes locked on Fellatio and
when shee saw my intent gaze I saw hir cheeks blush. It wasn't the
makeup. The talent went back to the dressing room and the patrons began to
settle their bills and leave. The staff began clearing and resetting tables
for the second seating. I walked over to the hostess and tipped her to keep
my table for the next show. It pays to be a regular.  Then I went inside. I
greeted DJ Sushiman and the rest of the staff as I made my way past the bar
area, dance floor, rest rooms and back to the dressing rooms. I greeted,
hugged and kissed the talent and TP whispered in my ear, "You must be here
to greet the new girl. Shee is a perfect delight."  Then Miss Lords winked
at me and pointed to another door. I hadn't known it before, but suddenly
realized in the past two years I had become such a fixture here that
everyone knew my tastes. While I had never dated a drag queen I was clearly
into younger men and somehow Miss Fellatio Delite both fit and extended
that desire.

I went through the door and closed it behind me. Shee was sitting in front
of a mirror framed by lightbulbs and working on hir makeup, wearing only
pantyhose with hir wig on a mannequin head next to hir. I noted shee had
naturally blond hair cut short.  I walked up behind hir and we locked eyes
again through the mirror. Fellatio gasped. "Oh my!" Hir hand flew to hir
heart. Nice youthful chest, well defined but in no way muscular. Shee must
wear breastforms so that was easily another $150 -250 or more. Hir legs
were crossed so I had no view of the bulge.

"Hello beautiful. My name is Dave."

"My name is Damian." Shee had a soft tenor voice. Very boyish. Shee turned
sideways in hir seat. I reached out, took hir hand and kissed it in the old
continental manner.

"Oh my!", shee repeated as hir lashes fluttered.

"I very much enjoyed your performance today. Congratulations on your world
debut. I can't wait to see more."

"Thank you. And thank you so much for your generosity. I never expected
anyone to really like me, and to do so much." Her eyes began to moisten a
bit.

"How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen. But I don't drink here or do anything illegal. I just had to
find a place to be myself so I left home and everyone here has been so nice
to me and everything." Hir words came out in a tumble. How innocent and
adorable and, yeah, desireable too.

"I appreciate talent and beauty. You have both."  I ran the palm of my hand
over hir hair and then the back of my hand down hir cheek. So soft. So
smooth. Shee was clearly a lovely young thing. As I gazed upon Damian, hir
eyes locked onto my crotch. Without my being conciously aware, I was fully
hard in my pants and there was a long ridge tented down my right leg. My
eyes followed hirs down it's length and a smile formed on my face as I
watched hir eyes enlarge. "You like what you see? That's what you do to
me. Go ahead. Touch it if you like." I didn't wait for hir to decide but
boldly pulled hir hand onto my trouser snake. This wasn't the normal
practice at the Palace by any means. However, the room was empty except for
us, I was long accustomed to getting whatever I want, I was in lust and,
like I said before, being a regular has it's privileges. (insert evil grin
emoji, lol)

"Umm, I'm new here. I don't want to do anything wrong or cause anyone
trouble.", shee said looking at the door.

"Then we better make it fast." I opened my pants and unleashed my uncut 8.5
x 6" tool, offered it up to Damian and began rubbing my cockhead against
hir lips. The precum smeared hir lipstick. I hadn't made more than three
passes across hir full lips before shee engulfed my dick. First shee
captured the head and licked it clean under and over the foreskin, then
without ceasing shee smoothly swallowed all my thick inches down hir
throat. I was impressed to say the least. The feel was heavenly. Hir mouth
was like satin, steadily sliding my hard cock in and out, tongue slipping
out to join hir fingers caressing my nuts. Hir throat was a cauldron of
twisting movement around my dick.  No doubt this youth had sucked lots of
dick before and shee was a master. I knew we didn't have much more time and
with hir talent we didn't need it. All this time my fingers had been
running through hir hair. Now I took hir by the ears and started face
fucking hir. Shee had long since moved out of hir chair and now was
squatting in front of me. I enjoyed seeing hir big round butt and thick
thighs in the mirror. I wondered if shee had played soccer. It was so sweet
to feel Damian's mouth and throat milking my rod. Taking full charge I
began thrusting faster into hir.  After minutes or maybe seconds I erupted
with a silent roar.  Damian took every single shot and swallowed like no
one had before. The way shee worked my cock I felt like I was beginning to
turn inside out.  When I finally pulled out hir lipstick was a mess. Yet
hir smile was amazing.  "Thank you, sweetie. I look forward to your next
performance." I winked, pleased at the double entendre. There was that
beautiful blush again.  I put my stuff back together and leaned over to
kiss hir cheek.  "Thanks cutie.", I said and walked back outside to my
table.

I sat down and drained my mimosa which was dutifullly refilled almost
before the glass rested on the table. The place was packed and the hostess
asked if I would accept sharing my table. That was no problem seeing on how
they all were so good to me. This was The Palace, after all. A pair of
blonds joined me. They were from Oklahoma as it happened and brother and
sister. He had recently moved to Miami and was working locally. She had
come to visit him. He looked like a twink Thor and it was fun to watch his
eyes light up as he took in the surroundings. She was like a younger
Jennifer Aniston. I found myself wondering what they would look like
combined into a single person. Wow, these thoughts were really new
territory for me! Then I wondered if I could get them both in my bed,
hehe. We chatted for a while, enjoying our drinks. Then the show began.

I expected this show to be a repeat of the first and that held up until
Fellatio came on stage. She was still using Lady Gaga's music, but this
time the song was Love Game. The costume was a purple sequin butterfly coat
dress with purple stillettos. My eyes were glued to that big butt and
thighs. I forgot the midwest siblings sharing my table as Fellatio
approached. She swirled those big hips around and around. I held up another
tip, but this time it was Benjamin. I saw hir eyes go wide as shee realized
what I was giving hir. Like I said at the start I am an aggressive investor
so now I was primed to make an aggressive move on this chicken
delite. Fellatio finished her song and strutted off to major applause. She
looked back toward the crowd, but her eyes found me.

For the second set she appeared again in the goddess costume, but this time
to the song Paparazzi. I knew the veteran talent needed to talk to her
about trying on different artists for variety. However I was not worried at
the moment as shee was again delightful. Besides, who doesn't love Gaga's
music? That big, muscular ass and thunder thighs had me hypnotized. I
tipped her another hundred. Well two Benjamins actually. I even patted that
big ass to send hir on hir way around the rest of the tables.

Hir third set was Gaga's G.U.Y.  Fellatio was wearing a forest green elf
costume complete with wings. The short skirt was no challenge for the big
butt and thick thighs. The tips were coming fast and furious. Even with
that Fellatio started working closer and closer to my table. Now shee was
giving me so much attention that I felt the rest of the crowd could see
shee favored me. I slipped her another Benjamin and as she bent over to
accept I said, "Go stop traffic."  I know a more experienced drag queen
would have made sure to pay attention to every table, but Fellatio was a
virgin drag queen after all. Some direction was necessary. Shee continued
to dance around and worked hir way up and down collecting mega tips then
strutted right out into Ocean Drive and swirled her full bottom around
until shee rested it on the hood of a BMW trying to crawl past. I swear I
could see an imprint of her ass on the hood of the car, but maybe that was
just my fantasy. Then again, Oklahoma blond had a look on his face I
recognized from kids at Christmas.

Once again the ladies all came out for their curtain call and final tips. I
pulled out one of my cards. They all said, "Call Daddy" and had my phone
number. On the back I wrote, "Princess you are spectacular. I want you to
do a special show for a party I am going to throw. Message me for details."
I wrapped the card in three $100 dollar bills and passed it to Fellatio as
she made her final rounds. I made sure to hold her hand just long enough
for our eyes to meet and say "Thank you" to hir. Oklahoma Thor still had
his mouth open. Maybe it was too early to try and bed a brother and sister
at the same time, but I made my fortune by going for the high risk, high
return investments. I welcomed my tablemates to Miami and bought their
brunch and drinks. They protested of course, but I wasn't hearing of it,
having already made arrangements confidentially with the staff during the
show. Instead, I countered with telling Thor that the next time was on him
and handing him my card. He looked at the card, blushed and looked back at
me.  Yes I am an aggressive D.O.M.  (Dirty Old Man) Having planted that
seed (oh how I wish I had planted seed!) I left them. I didn't know whether
Thor would follow up, but I was far more interested in finding out what
Miss Fellatio would do.  As I texted for my uber back home I felt my cock
as hard as ever. A couple of guys passing by locked eyes on my trouser
snake.  Yes Miami Beach was my kingdom, my home was my castle, and this was
The Palace. The Palace had a new princess, and my castle needed her
presence.