1. My Sexual Odyssey Part VII: Turning Tricks


    Date: 7/29/2017, Categories: Trans, Author: 619328, Source: xHamster

    A continuation of the journey described in part 6: The next day I went to work as usual, but skipped my noon time ‘date’ with Brad. When I got home, I called Cindy and confirmed the party invitation. Then I called Tracy and asked if she could use me at the club. “Of course! Are you k**ding? Anytime!” “Well great, what time should I come by?” “How early can you make it? We open at nine, as you know, but although nothing much happens until close to midnight, there is always a lot of action for the girls.” “Well, I could be there by ten or so; is that okay?” “That’s just fine. I’m sure I will have some clients lined up for you then.” “Great, thanks; I’ll see you then.” “Okay, bye bye.” So. Another night of turning tricks. I seem to have adjusted to this life awfully quickly. It surprised me how quickly I came to accept and enjoy my new life. Things that I never believed possible felt so natural to me. I did things I never imagined I would dare to do. I was exposed to opportunities I could not ignore without risking a lifetime of regrets for not having the guts to live out my dreams. I was as hooked on the excitement as I was on the sex. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on all this for so long. But all that had changed, and fast. There was nothing else to do but get ready. I think a silk mini-dress would be nice, red, slit up the side. Underneath, I wore a red and black corset that accentuated my smallish breasts. I added gold hoop earrings, and I found a pair of cute ...
    boots, sprayed on some perfume, found a pocketbook that went with the outfit, and went out the door. What I was wearing was part of what I had become. I felt both cheap and excited at the same time. As I drove to the club I realized that I had left way too early. Now what? Oh well, I thought, I’d come up with something. I pulled into the parking lot behind the club, then walked to the front. Only eight o’clock. Great. Not even open yet. I walked down the street almost to the end of the block when I was approached by a middle aged man who asked me if I was working the street or just out for a walk. I realized that he took me for a hooker, specifically a street walker. Well, at least the first part of that was right. But then I figured, why not? I was here to do exactly that anyway, so why not try something different. That’s what I’ve been doing lately anyway. Besides, the club wouldn’t be open for an hour, and Trixie wasn’t expecting me for two. The hotel was just a few yards away, and I was becoming excited at the idea. It seemed that a lot of t- girls and CDs were ‘working’ that street, doubtless owing to the proximity to the t-girl friendly club. Anyway, I had time to kill, and I was becoming aroused by the idea of doing this, so I said yes, I was working. “So how much?” “That depends; how long you want?” “Whatever it takes.” “Well, a hundred an hour is my usual.” I realized I was taking a risk saying this, but when you’re horny sometimes you get reckless and will do anything. ...
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