Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 14:04:41 EST
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli 3

With my pinning in Lambda, life in the dorm became more and more difficult.
Not only did the pin I wore cause comments and concerns among my fellow,
male, freshmen but also my own feelings and emotions were now more out the
open.  The combination of these made my stay there miserable.  I had the
shower to myself most of the time now.  No one, it seemed, wanted to be in
there when I was.  I was shunned as "one of those Lambda queers".

I began spending more and more time at Amanda's apartment and all of that
time en femme.  Amanda and Tracy became my best friends and we were
together most of the time now.  They taught me the "ropes" of being a queen
on campus, helping me with makeup, hairstyle, clothes, how to act, how to
carry myself, and even the fine art of voice training.  I had never
developed a deep voice anyway, and with their help I began perfecting the
pitch, intonation, and timbre of the female voice.

My "normal" campus attire consisted of jeans, a tee shirt or sweatshirt or
sweater, and girls sneakers with or without socks.  Underneath this I
always wore a bra and panties.  My hair was kept in a tight pony tail.  My
toenails and fingernails remained polished at all times now.  I wore light
makeup to class occasionally, and every weekend.

I slept at Amanda's on the weekends, and several nights a week, at first.
After a month I effectively moved out of the dorm, leaving a minimum of
things there, returning several times a week to take the odd phone call
from my parents.  My return was always greeted with stares and whispers.

I continued my part time job at the laundry, using some of my salary to
build up my wardrobe.  I still stole the occasional article of clothing
from there, but with Amanda and Tracy's help began more selective shopping
for used clothing at the thrift shops.  My collection of shoes grew to
unbelievable proportions in just a few weeks.  The only new things I bought
were panties and bras, and soon had the seven sets of each required for a
complete weeks dressing.

We made plans for me to move in permanently as soon as my spring freshman
semester was over.  The school required freshmen to live in dorms, but
after that we were free to live off campus.

As I promised myself, I started my diary, from which the rest of this story
is taken, beginning just three weeks after my initiation into Lambda.

Tuesday, October 2nd.

Today was another typical class day, up at 8am for my 9am class - English.
I'm aware of the fact that fellow students are staring at me on campus.  It
must be my "outing" or my Lambda pin, which I'm wearing every day now.

I visited the Trexler Hall men's room again today.  Sat for at least an
hour with no action.  Jerked off, but it was only temporary relief.  I
haven't tasted a cock in 2 days now.  I wonder if I'm having withdrawal
symptoms.  It's all I seem to think about.  I guess I'm what Amanda calls
"boy crazy".  Funny thing is, I feel good about it.

Working at the laundry is mind numbing.  I enjoy meeting people who come in
to drop off or pick up their laundry, but the time in between is spent
studying or daydreaming.  And the salary is not keeping up with my
expenses.  Amanda has not yet asked me for rent, but I'm sure she's
thinking of it.  I make a mental note to look for a better paying job.

Wednesday, October 3rd.

Today is a full day of classes, beginning at 8am and more or less non stop
til 4pm.  I enjoy the mind stimulation of a day like today.  No time to
find trouble to get into.

Jerked off in the shower.  God, I need a boy.

Thursday, October 4th.

Light class day, only one morning class.  I'm in the Trexler men's room by
noon.  It's quiet for about the first half hour I sit there, then someone
comes into the stall next to me.  Peeking thru the glory hole, I see a boy
unzipping and playing with himself.  His soft penis soon becomes erect from
his manipulation and I press my eye to the hole to get a better look.  I
would estimate 6 inches, not at all a bad prize.  As he offers it to me
thru the hole I take it quickly into my mouth and let my lips and tongue
work their magic.  I feel it grow at least another two inches inside my
warm mouth and I'm able to slip my fingers around it with the head in my
mouth.  I jack and suck as I make a mental note that this is my first dick
in almost a week now.  After that, I quit thinking and throw my mind in to
the task at hand.  Something seems to come over me when I'm having sex and
my mind goes to another place with something like auto pilot guiding me.
I'm sure it's some kind of instinctive reaction and later I wonder if I'm
not born to give pleasure.  I sure enjoy it.  He does too, obviously, as he
begins fucking my face thru the glory hole.  Within minutes he seems to
tense and I feel the first warm spurts of sticky boy juice in my mouth.  It
is heavenly as he continues to shoot inside me.  I must be getting better
at this as I don't miss a beat, pausing only to swallow between spurts.  He
has soon emptied himself inside me and allows me to suck his soft cock for
another minute.  He then pulls out and I hear the sound of his zipper,
followed almost immediately by the sound of the stall door opening and his
retreating footsteps.

I sit in bliss, the taste of his semen strong in my mouth, and wait for the
next opportunity.  Alas, this is to be the only action of the day and after
another unproductive hour I leave.  The rest of the day is forgettable.

Friday October, 5th.

Another heavy class day.  But then it's the weekend!  I'm at Amanda's
apartment by 4:30 and we spend time catching each other up on the events of
the week.  My week is dull compared to all the encounters she has had, and
she promises me that she can liven up my bleak sex life, given time.  We're
both horny, and she sits on the couch and lets me suck her off.  She has
such a nice cock, and I kneel on the floor in front of her enjoying the
experience.  She's also had more practice this week than me, so it takes a
while, which I don't mind.  Slipping her panties off, she offers her ball
sack to me, which I lick and take one of her balls into my mouth.  The
experience of "blowing" someone's balls is a turn on that I still find
unique and exciting today.  As she spreads her legs farther apart, I slip
my mouth down to her anus and find it deliciously warm.  I'm surprised at
the lack of male odor here, as I lick at the tight pink hole.  I don't know
what I expected, but I enjoy this...as does Amanda from the moans I hear
each time my tongue probes inside her.  She is hot and wet now, and she
pulls me to my feet, unbuttoning my jeans, slipping down my panties, and
taking my stiff rod in her mouth.  Within seconds I'm wet from her saliva
and my precum and she pulls her mouth off my dick and lays back down,
pulling me on top of her.  With my hand pushing and hers pulling, my prick
is soon pressing against that wet hole, which slackens quickly and accepts
the head inside.  I'm on fire as I press on inside her, pausing only to
allow her to relax her ass muscles before sliding in farther.  Amanda is
experienced at this and soon her legs are staight up in the air, giving me
better access to her.  I'm in all the way now, and the feeling is
incredible.  It's my first time to fuck anyone, boy or girl, and I can't
last long.  While she is not extremely tight, the result she says of being
fucked so much, the feeling is strong enough that I don't last more than a
minute before I feel my ball sack tighten, then slacken as I empty myself
into her.  Her hand, tight around her prick, does it's magic too, and she
cums all over both of us.  I slid down on my knees again and lick the
remnants of her orgasm into my mouth.

"I can't get enough of that" I sigh as I lick up the last remaining cream
from her leg.

"Of what"? she asks.

"Cum" I reply "I just can't get enough.  It's all I think about anymore,
the taste, the feel.  It's like a reward I get for doing a good job".

"Well, my dear, it's good you like it.  I didn't at first, an aquired taste
I imagine.  Men seem to like a girl who will suck them off and swallow
their cum.  I used to suck them off and spit it out, til one old man
slapped me around for it.  I guess it's a male domination thing or
something."

"I would never spit it out" I said " I like the feel of it in my mouth and
especially my throat as I swallow it.  And I like the taste in my mouth
afterwards.  It's kind of a reminder to me that I can savor all day".

"Well, I know a way you can have that kind of thrill and make some money
too" Amanda replied cryptically.

"What do you mean"? I asked.

"Hooking" she explained "there's a place on the east side of the city where
hookers hang out.  Straight, gay, and even T girls.  They call it "gobblers
alley" if you know what I mean.  I've been there a few times.  The
straights cruise there looking for sex, mostly oral.  The T girls charge
less than the real girls and gays, so it's a bargain basement of sorts.
I've turned tricks there for $25 a go."

"Wow" I exclaimed "is it safe?  I mean, don't the police patrol"?

"Sometimes, but they hardly bust anyone for just standing around, or just
talking to guys.  I've never seen them bust anyone.  Tell you what, we'll
check it out tomorrow night if you're serious about getting more cum than
you're getting now".

"Well, I suppose we could at least check it out" I said, half convinced but
still a bit leary.

Saturday October 6th

Funny thing about the day your life changes.  It seems like any other day
until that life altering event happens.  This was no exception.  I awoke to
sunlight streaming thru the windows in Amanda's bedroom.  She was already
up and puttering around the kitchen when I dragged myself out of bed.
Thoughts of the previous evening ran thru my mind and my prick hardened.
It would be like that all day.

The weather had turned cooler this week, and we both opted for jeans and
light sweaters to go out that evening.  Amanda wore black bikini panties
and a matching black fasten in the front bra.  I chose a pair of red thong
panties and a matching red low cut bra.  I pulled it tight around my chest
creating the illusion of cleavage.  We both wore black 3 inch heels.  We
made each other up heavily, with rouge and dark eye shadow, I retouched my
nails, and we were ready.  It was the first time I had been out in public
dressed completely as a girl.  The heels were a bit uncomfortable to walk
in at first, but by the time we got to the bus stop I was doing fine.  I
was a bit apprehensive about going out dressed, but no one seemed to notice
anything unusual about us and my worry was unfounded.

The bus ride to the east side of the city took one half hour, and Amanda
used the time to clue me on the ins and outs of hooking in the city.

"Don't ever go there alone" she began "too much chance to get abused.  And
remember, these girls are in it for the money.  Don't let them know you're
giving it away free.  I usually take what the guy offers me, sometimes it's
$20 or $25. "

We got off the bus at a street I didn't know and walked 2 blocks south into
what appeared to be a decaying warehouse district.  We walked along a wide
street that Amanda told me was called "the strip" and I could see several
women either walking or standing on the street.  A slow parade of cars and
trucks inched down the strip, several stopping to talk with the girls thru
rolled down windows.
  Sometimes the girl would get in and the vehicle drive off, sometimes the
girl just went back to her waiting.
  I guess the deals were made thru the windows.

3 blocks down the strip, we turned to the right and walked along a much
narrower side street.  Same parade of cars and trucks, but the hookers here
were all male.  Amanda said this was called the "meat rack" and was gay.
Several of the hookers looked young, very young, maybe 16 at the oldest,
and I wondered how they got away with that.

2 blocks down the meat rack and we took another right, then a short block
and then a left into what seemed to be a dead end alley.  "Gobblers Alley"
announced Amanda, and I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness.  It was a
short alley, a dead end, and very narrow.  Much too narrow for a car to
enter.  I could make out another girl standing about 6 feet back in the
alley and as we approached Amanda spoke to her.

"Hi Gina" she said, apparently Amanda had done this before.  I was shocked,
but not too much, knowing the wild thing Amanda was.

"Hi Mandy" the other girl spoke in a deeper voice.  "Who's your friend".

"Gina, meet Lesli" she said "her first time here".

"Hi Lesli, wow, you're a real looker".

"How's business" Amanda asked the other girl.  I could just begin to make
out her features, she was rather large, maybe 6 feet tall, perched
unsteadily on spiked heels and dressed in a short mini, black sweater, and
what I took to be a cheap wig.

"Nothin but the regulars" she replied "and Rufus talkin his shit".

Amanda explained that Rufus was a black pimp who had several prosititutes
working for him on the strip and liked to come back to the alley to check
on compeitition.  Apparently he was satisfied that the transvestites
weren't stealing too much of his income, although the prices here were
$15-20 cheaper.

I would come to learn later that most of the customers back here were
straight, mostly seeking a quick, safe, blowjob.  They would never stop at
the meat rack, that was too gay.  The illusion they got from the
transvestite cocksuckers was enough to overcome any guilt, and the price
discount was even better.  "When they close they're eyes, they can't tell
no difference" as Gina so aptly put it!

Gina, Amanda, and I stood just inside the alley way, out of view of the
street, making small talk.  Every now and then a cars lights would
illuminate the street in front of us and Gina or Amanda would step out of
the shadows and check it out.  They were checked out too, that was obvious,
as I could see the drivers peering thru rolled up windows at us.  I was
still too shy, but was working my courage up.  By the time the third car
came by I was standing on the sidewalk with them, in full view of the
driver.  I felt a rush of excitement and arousal as he slowly drove by, his
eyes taking all three of us in.

Soon, very soon, a car that had cruised by two times came to a halt in
front of the alley entrance.  Gina and Amanda walked over to the open
passenger's side window and leaned in.  I couldn't hear what was going on,
but within a matter of seconds, Amanda opened the door, slid in the
passenger's seat, and the car quickly drove off.  Gina explained to me that
Amanda had been with this "john" several times before and they were going
to a quiet parking spot about 3 blocks away, where Amanda would suck him
off for $20.

"Just wait here honey" she said "your turn will come.  You a good lukin
girl."  I couldn't honestly say the same about Gina, but then again, she
did seem to be a nice person I'm sure I could learn a lot from her.

Sure enough, my turn did come.  A car slowly cruised down the street,
stopping just in front of us.  Gina walked over but the driver motioned to
me.  I was a little unsure of myself, but I summoned up enough courage to
walk the few steps to the passenger window, which was down, and bent down
to look inside.

"Hop in honey" a voice from the darkened interior called to me "let's go
for a little ride". And with, the passenger door opened.  Not knowing
anything, I looked to Gina who gave me the ok sign with her thumb and
forefinger.  I slid into the passenger seat as ladylike as I knew how and
closed the door behind me.

"We're not going far" he said, turning to look me over "just to the usual
spot where no one will bother us.  Damn you're looking good."

I had a chance to look him over now too.  He was not young, perhaps in his
30s, a little overweight from the looks of it, but he had a nice face and
he seemed pleasant enough.  He chatted away as we turned first to the right
then to the left, and then I lost track of where he was going.

Within maybe a minute we pulled into a very narrow space against what
looked like a big warehouse.  He parked the car between two trash
dumpsters.  I suppose it was hidden from casual view here.

"How bout slidin over here and givin me some head honey" It wasn't a
request, but he wasn't unpleasant either.  As I slid across the seat I
noticed that his pants were unfastened and I brought my hand to his crotch,
cupping his balls.  He let out a sigh and pushed his pants down more so I
could get at the head of his dick.  It wasn't big, and it wasn't cut, but I
wasn't going to complain.  I pulled his shorts down past his ass and
wrapped my hand around his soft prick.  I jacked him slowly til I felt it
harden ever so slightly, then I brought my face down into his lap and began
licking the head thru his foreskin.  That brought on more moans and had the
effect of bringing his member to strict attention.  As it hardened in my
mouth, I estimated the length at 6 inches.

This was my first sex in a car, and I wasn't familiar with the ins and
outs.
  Thank heavens it was a bench seat, at least I could half lie on the seat
with my legs and feet in the floor.  I bobbed up and down, impaling my self
on the juicy cock, bringing the head to my lips and then deepthroating it
in one fluid movement.  I was in my element, on my knees, my head between
his legs, and I felt nothing but pure lust as I serviced him.  I think I
was made for this, I mean I think I lived to pleasure men.  I derived an
extreme amount of pleasure and excitement from doing this, and I couldn't
imagine a thing I would rather do.

"Ooooooooh...yesssss.suck it honey, suck it all down" he yelled.  As if I
needed any more encouragement.  I was lost in my passion, lost pleasing
him, lost pleasing me, lost in my role of suck slut.

"Aaaah, I'm going to cum" he exclaimed, as if to warn me.  But he didn't
relax the pressure on the back of my head, so I'm sure he wasn't trying to
warn me as much as prepare me.  Within seconds I was aware of the warm
feeling in my mouth, not of my saliva, but of his orgasm, as he filled me
slowly with the precious fluid I had come to crave.  I continued to bob up
and down on his shaft, slower now so not as to lose any of my reward. I
held it all in my mouth until he was soft and dry.  Then I took a swallow
and let it all rush down my throat, mixed with my own excited saliva,
towards my stomach.  I took a few more easy strokes on the shaft to make
sure I had captured it all, then let the head plop from my mouth before
giving it a loving kiss.

"You're really an expert cock sucker" he complimented as he rearranged his
clothing "I'm going to look you up again real soon".

I was lost in a haze of passion as he drove me back to the alley.  I made
small talk, but all I could think of was the sex that had just taken place,
the hard cock, the wonderful cum that I had coaxed from his balls and
deposited in my stomach.  I was, in short, in heaven at the moment.

So dazed that he had to remind me to take the money, a twenty and a ten,
before I left the car.  I had completely forgotten to ask for money!  Some
prostitute I would make.  Amanda had returned by this time and she and Gina
greeted me as I stepped from the car.  Amanda wanted to know all about my
first time, and I told her.  Then she told me of her experience.  I really
wasn't interested.  I was focused on the next opportunity, which was coming
down the street at that moment.

"Please, let me have the next one" I pleaded "I just have to have another
one, I'm so hot".

"Well, new girl" Gina said with surprise "you just go get it honey".  And
with that I made my way across the street as sexily as I could, and leaned
in the drivers window as he stopped.

"Hey honey, want to go for a ride" I blurted, not caring at all.  I was
hot.
  He was hot.  He was number two that night.  There would be 4 more after
him.  4 delicious cocks, needing my attention, my talent, to satisfy them.
And I needed those 6 cocks, in the worse way.

And so it went on my first night.  I counted over $150 in my jeans pocket
before Amanda was able to drag me back to the bus stop around 4 am in the
morning.  But the money wasn't on my mind as the bus chugged along the city
streets - it was the sex, the glorious sex - the fact that men found me
attractive, sexy even - that they wanted me - and that I had the skills to
please them.  My life had entered a new phase that evening.  I had found a
new role, one for which I seemed suited.  Call me a hooker - a prosititute
- I loved the terms - call me what you like, but I realized the truth.  I
was a sex object to be used for whatever men wanted, and I was excited at
the possibilities.

Amanda was tired when we returned to her apartment, but I was still wired
and wanted to talk.  She humored me and we had a long discussion, going
over the details of our evening, and then analyzing my thoughts and
feelings about what had transpired.  It was obvious to me that she had done
this many times before and she quite enjoyed it as well.  It was how she
could afford the apartment, the clothes, and everything else nice she had.
She had been reluctant to suggest it to me, but after she saw how I warmed
to it that evening, she was glad she had introduced me to the experience.

Then she told me more.  She had first discovered the scene almost a year
ago.  She went there at least twice, sometimes three and four, nights a
week.  There were about five other TV hookers who worked the alley, mostly
plain Janes as she called them, not pretty, not overly convincing.  Low on
self esteem, I would later term them. Amanda, with her long legs and sexy
body, had been popular with the customers from the first.  She was in
demand, as she said, and attracted a regular clientele.  Sex was mostly in
cars, but sometimes in cheap motels, or occasionally in the alley itself.
Prices varied from $15 to $50, depending on the act and the customer, and
she brought home at least $200 a week.  If she really worked it, she had
made as high as $500 a week.

She had also attracted the attention of Rufus, the black pimp, who ran a
group of prostitutes on the strip and also owned a club, Chilli's, non far
from there.  Amanda thought him crude and overbearing and had resisted his
advances and the idea he would take money from her.  He had threatened her
but nothing had come of it.  Still, she warned me to stay away from him.
"I think the idea of having a cute college girl work for him turns his ego
on" she had explained.

Amanda intended to use part of her money to begin female hormone
treatments, and eventually sexual reassignment surgery.  Both terms were
new to me, but I realized that I would have to think about that too, and
the stirrings of my desire to be a real woman were born that night.

I was wired, but I supressed the need for sex, knowing that passion would
drive me to be on the street in the evening.

Sunday October 7th.

I slept til past 3pm that afternoon.  The day was overcast, but the
temperature was much warmer, and I talked Amanda into going out again that
evening.  It really didn't take much persuasion, I think she enjoyed it as
much as me.

Tonight would be different, though.  We dressed in jeans and sweaters over
our panties and bras, but we added hose to our outfits.  And, we packed
mini skirts and 4 inch spiked heels in a shopping bag with the idea that we
would change into them in the alley.  We both took extra time with our
makeup and hair, and by 7pm were ready to go out.

The bus ride seemed shorter now, and I was wet with sexual desire by the
time we got off on the strip and began the short walk to gobblers alley.  I
did take time to notice the girls on the strip this time, mostly young, not
too pretty, and tired and disinterested looking.  I made a mental note that
Amanda and I looked much better than them.

There was no one in the alley when we arrived, and we changed into our
skirts and heels in the back, stowing our shopping bag behind a dumpster.
Standing on the corner, we made a nice looking pair of sluts on the lookout
for opportunity.

It wasn't long in coming as first one, then two cars stopped across the
street.  Amanda was leaning into the passenger side of one, while I took
the other.  My "opportunity" turned out to be a young hunk who, after the
briefest negotiating session, drove me to "Paradise Point" a local makeout
spot overlooking the river.  There were other cars in the lot, but I
couldn't make out what was going on inside them.  I could imagine.  He was
quick, too quick, and I was on my knees in the floor just beginning to
deepthroat him when he spurted off in my mouth.  I wasn't nearly satisfied,
but I would come to realize that didn't matter to him, and the $20 he gave
me would be my only memory of him.  We drove back to the alley in silence,
I think he was a bit uneasy after blowing his load, he dropped me off, and
sped away.  Standing there, the sexual need built to unbearable proportions
and I looked forward to anything else that came my way.

Amanda had not returned, so all the opportunity was mine, and I swayed
across to the next car that stopped across the street.  Leaning in the
passenger window I was greeted by the sexiest, gaudiest black male I had
ever seen.  He was large, although it was difficult to determine exactly
how large as he sat on his side of the car, and had more gold on his body
than I had ever seen before.  Chains, rings, earrings, it literally dripped
off him.  I slid into the passenger seat and we drove slowly away, stopping
in a back alley.

"Damn sugah, you lookin gooood" he purred in a low tone "I'm Rufus"

The dreaded Rufus?  Funny, he didn't meet the mental image I had from
Amanda.  "Hi Rufus, I'm Lesli" I replied.

"Yeah, I know" he continued "I heard all about you last night from my boys.
They say you a looker and you know how to use whatcha got.  I don't go into
this homo shit ma self, but I got $500 says I could get you hooked up with
some real cash, know what I mean?"  I didn't, but I let him go on.

"Life out here ain't like yo college" he emphasised, "you can get hurt all
kindsa ways.  You can get busted by vice, you can get hurt by the johns,
you can freeze your pretty ass off in the winter.  Ol Rufus here can take
care of you.  Shit, I can put you on the strip where you can make some real
cash, I can put you in Chilli's where it's safe and warm.  Yeah, Rufus can
make you a star baby."

"Well" I started "life doesn't seem so bad here, I kinda like it on the
street..."

"Look, don't you listen to that shit Mandy spouts" he interupted "she can
get hurt too.  Anybody don't work for Rufus can get bad hurt.  Think about
that reeeaal hard.  It'd be a real crime to see you get that pretty face
all cut up".  And with that he reached across me and opened the door,
forcing me out of the car, and speeding away.  I walked the three blocks
back to gobblers alley, getting lost once before finding my way.

Amanda was furious when I told her of my encounter with Rufus.

"That godamned nigger motherfucker" she yelled "the fucking nerve of that
pervert to suggest working for him.  I've told him, in no uncertain terms,
that I would rather eat shit than work for him and those goons he calls his
boys.  Godamn, godamn him."

I was silent, and the silence bothered Amanda.  I think she could tell from
the look I gave her that I had not shared her misgivings about Rufus.

"Lesli, if you even think about cooperating with that motherfucking son of
a bitch you're crazy or stupid, or both" she admonished.  I let it drop,
but I could tell that she wouldn't.  We worked the night away, I turned 4
more tricks before midnight, ending up at Paradise Point two more times,
and "double dating" with Amanda and two teenage tricks just at the stroke
of midnight.  We drove to a deserted latenight parking garage, Mandy in the
front seat and me in the back, where we had the longest encounter of the
night.  We blew them once before trading places and doing it all over
again, trading back and sucking them off for the third time.  They were
young, hot, and hung, and I forgot all about collecting the money when we
were finished.  It was Amanda, the business person, who made sure they paid
for the sex.  I was seriously considering partying all night with them for
free, but Amanda cooled them off by demanding $100 for an all nighter.  I
was disappointed but convinced that it would do no good to argue with her.
She really seemed to be into the money more than me.  I made a mental note
to come here by myself at the first chance I got.

It was just before 2:00am when Rufus came back.  We had been joined by
another girl named Shawna earlier in the evening and now the three of us
were standing, talking and looking for customers when Rufus drove slowly
past us.  Amanda began cursing as soon as she recognized him and by the
time he was directly across from us she had worked herself into a regular
frenzy.

"You stupid motherfucking nigger" she was yelling at the top of her lungs
"get the fuck outa here, you dumbshit bastard".  Rufus heard her, I know,
because his window was rolled down and it would be impossible not to hear
her.  "Yo ass is gone" he yelled back and then sped away into the night.

There was no more business that night.  I guess it was a combination of the
late hour, Sunday night, and the fact that Rufus had upset Amanda, but we
called it quits after that.  Retreiving our jeans and changing in the back
of the alley, we walked the short distance to the bus stop and caught the
next bus back to Amanda's.  We were silent during the ride back, and my
mind again was filled with the things I had experienced tonight.  I was
sure that I liked it, I couldn't seem to think of anything else but the
rush I experienced standing on the corner, men looking at me and wanting
me.  To be the object of their desire seemed to be what I really got off
on.  The sex was a lot of fun, if I had to complain about anything- and I
wasn't complaining - it would be that sex with straight boys and men meant
sucking them, and I missed the excitement of getting screwed.  Little did I
know that would change soon.

To be continued

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