Biker Boys Replacement

Last week I met my old friend Mike for a farewell drink at our favourite bar. Mike's decided to jump on his trusty hog and head to Europe for a year long tour. After quite a few beers Mike told me about a hot cross-dressing mistress he'd met through an advertisement he'd placed in a contact mag. He told me all about the incredible afternoon they'd spent together and how it had changed his life.

I was shocked by this revelation. In all the time we had known each other Mike had never given the slightest hint he was anything other than a red blooded heterosexual man and I had lost count of the number of nights we'd been out hitting the bars and chatting up women.

By the end of the night Mike was only just able to stand but as he left he pressed a piece of paper into my hand. He said that I should go see Mistress Gloria, explain that I'm his parting gift to her but that he would be back to serve her again in a year. I laughed at the suggestion but none the less tucked the piece of paper into my wallet.

It's been a week since we went out and I haven't been able to stop thinking about my conversation with Mike. I've pulled the piece of paper out of my wallet numerous times over the last few days but haven't been able to work up the courage to call. This evening however, having had a few drinks after work I finally pluck up the courage and dial the number. After a few rings a voice answers.

"Can I speak with Mistress Gloria please?" I ask in a slightly hoarse tone.

There's a pause and I quickly stutter,

"Mike gave me your number and asked me to call and tell you that I'm his parting gift to you."

My heart is pounding like a drum as I wait for a reply or the click of the receiver indicating the phone has been put down.

"Mike you say, how considerate of him to leave me a gift" came the reply. "And when will I get to unwrap you?"

I can hear the uncertainly in her voice similar to the uncertainty in my own.

"I'm visiting your home town this Friday on business and will be staying over at the Hilton" I say. "Maybe we could get together after my meeting at around 4pm?"