Selene and the Shemale

I had been friends with Selene for six years - we had met in our first year at university - at a film society party. I was a science major specialsing in partying. She was a music student. She had a sultry, sexy singing voice that was perfect for jazz and blues and even back then, she was earning a little money singing at parties. That was why we were both at the party that night, and why we ended up being friends with benefits during our college career, though never more than that. We stayed in touch after college but mainly on email as I left to work in Australia while she went to London.

Last month my work required me to spend a few days in London and I thought of visiting Selene. It was easily arranged and on the second night I was in London we had dinner at Tamarind in Mayfair. Tuesday was her night off. She was now a professional jazz lounge singer, working in a few different residencies in west end joints.

It was good to see her again. She looked as sexy as ever and I was reminded of our torrid encounters when in college, a memory that gave me a slight rush of blood to my cock, which felt chubby and congested in the most pleasant way as we chatted over after dinner drinks in the dimly-lit basement restaurant.

The conversation was flirtaceous as if we had been seeing each other every week uninterrupted, rather than after a gap of two years. We knew where it would lead but it was a delicious dance of the seven veils to get there. They say life is about the journey, not the desination, and this is true in sexual conquest too.

I asked Selene if it turned her on that men were ogling her when she was on stage, or if it annoyed her to think they might be there to lust after her more than to hear he voice.

“I know I seem to be in an exploitive industry but I like being looked at; it sends a charge right through me from my brain down to my toes. It charges my body like an electric shock from my ankles to my groin and then keeps going until it reaches my boobs, which always seem to respond by going hard and making my nipples go erect. I don't mind the customers looking at me because that's what they pay for; so I dress to give them a bit of a thrill. Some of them come so close to the stage so they can look up my dress, so I always wear pants or a thong in neutral colours so they don't know whether they are seeing the real me or not.