A Night to Remember

About six years ago just before Christmas I went to a transvestite bar in the centre Manchester after I had finished my act at a private party on the outskirts of the city. I was dressed in my sexiest outfit mini dress, suspenders, sheer stockings and 4-inch Fuck me hard stilettos, and my favourite long brown wig. I was fully made up with long false eyelashes and blue shadow, red painted finger nails, and dark red lipstick, pearl necklace and large chunky earrings. I looked quite stunning . I have a very good figure and long shapely legs. I need to, in my line of work, as a part-time tranny escort and erotic dancer

I knew as I walked across the dance floor that I was drawing admiring glances from all the gay men, but there was only one that I had eyes for. Garbie, a friend from Germany, she had called me saying she was coming over on business and would I like to meet up when she was over, of coarse I said yes, She was a full-time high class escort and every time we got together something unforgettable happened, this night was going to be no different.

Suddenly I saw her coming out of the toilets, She had on a skimpy tank-top made of some glittery material, that strained against her perfect tits, a very short and tight fitting, frilly red miniskirt with a bare midriff showing her pierced navel. Her long legs were sheathed in beautiful seamed stockings, tops of which, were visible beneath the outrageously short skirt. She wore gold stiletto shoes, which made her walk in the most provocative way, showing off her finely shaped arse.
Her hair was long, curly and auburn tinted, and she was heavily made up, but in an incredibly convincing way. I swear you would not have known that she had a full nine inches of manhood in her crotch.

I waved to her and beckoned her over to the bar for drinks, we got talking about what had happened since we had last seen each other, She said, she was visiting England ‘on business’ and to-night was the only time she had free and was staying at a nearby hotel.