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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