Catching Up

"Yeah, just tonight," he confirmed. "I need to head out tomorrow morning just before noon, so we'll have tonight and tomorrow morning together. It'll be fun."

"I'm sure it will. Do you want to meet at the hotel bar, or at a club?" I asked.

"A club sounds good; there's one just down the road from where I'm staying. If you want we can meet there," Mark said.

"I know where you're staying and I know the place real well. You'll like it there," I told him.

"Is it safe?"

I smiled. "Yes, it's safe and it's open to everyone. I go there often, but thanks for worrying about me. You should know something though... ." I hesitated for a moment, while my mind gathered courage and then I said, "...before you agree to be seen with me."



"What's that, you dressin' like a chick now?"

"Yeah," I answered.

Silence greeted me and I knew in my gut, the catching up was caught up and Mark was back-peddling fast.

"That's fuckin' hot," he whispered into the phone.

My jaw dropped as I sat there stunned.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yes, seriously; you've always been drawn to that side of your life. It's about time you openly expressed it. I'm proud of you, man. Do you go by a different name when you're dressed up?" Mark asked.

I was stunned that Mark was so accepting of this new me – well, the old me for me – the new me for him. "Yeah, I go by Victoria."

"Sexy name --- Victoria."

Mark's voice seemed to purr over the phone and if I was the type to read into things I would have sworn his voice dropped several octaves when he said it. My heart skipped a beat. "I like it," I admitted.

"What do you wear?" he asked me.

My cock twitched. I tried to ignore the flexing muscle. "Skirts, tank tops, a little make-up."

"Stilettos?"

I laughed. "You're really getting into this aren't you?" I asked.