Desiree and Big John

Perfection ran through my mind as I gazed at the reflection of one hot cock sucking whore in the full length mirror. As I turned my head and body in admiration, my tits giggled and blonde locks swayed with the motions.

The clicking of my heels on the hardwood floors along with the fragrance of womanly sexuality announced a woman was in the house. I fixed a tall cold tequila sunrise and sat down in the living room and perused the local gay newspaper for events tonight. Just now 9 pm, I had plenty of time to calm my nerves for opening show time at Illusions, the best female impersonator bar in Midtown.

Putting on my favorite song, "I feel like a woman", I fished out some old copies of FMI from my porn stash. Rereading the stories I'd submitted long ago about my trips to bookstores, I succumbed to the fond memories. If only I'd recorded every adventure Desiree had in adult bookstores, lordly, I'd have a book and a half. Along with the rest stops, truckers on lonely highways, I'd seen and sucked many a man to completion in my day. I was hoping tonight would be as fruitful as I finished my third drink of the evening.

I was just making sure my purse had all the necessaries of a woman in need, lipstick, lip gloss, keys, money, license, perfume, extra nails, extra pantyhose, brush, it was all there. Taking one last glance of pure sexuality in the mirror, I fluffed my blonde locks to their fullest, painted my lips with glossy pink wetness, refreshed my perfume and was headed to the door when the phone rang.

I let it ring off the hook as I tried to let my heart calm for the opening of the front door. There were always neighbors to worry about, no one in the apartment complex knew of my alternate personality, or at least that I knew. As I turned to close the door, the phone rang again and I heard my neighbors door latch turn and I hurried back inside my apartment. I succumbed to the untimely call and answered the damn phone. Much to my surprise, it was Suzie. She was obviously drunk as she could barely spew out her troubles when a man came on the phone and told me she had a flat tire and was too drunk to drive. He gave me the location and I told her I would come down and get her.