Anyway, sometimes he was also a pretty girl named Brittany. Brittany and I used to go to an exotic drag nightclub where the performers,pretty chicks with dicks, got naked to music. We also went shoppingand dancing. We had a lot of fun. Some of us used to teaseDaniel about Brittany, because while most of the TV's that worked withhim wore exotic and sexy clothes when they went out as women, he wore conservativesecretary-style clothes, and always acted like a perfect lady - even atthe strip show. Go figure.
Anyway, one night I drove us to the club and Daniel (Brittany) gotdrunk. This had never happened before when I was with him, and afew of us gently teased him/her that the "perfect lady" was perfectly drunk. She smiled at our hilarity, even though when she wobbled on her high heels,something she NEVER did when sober.
Well, somewhere during the course of the night, someone told Brittanythat she could never pass as a real girl. This was silly, becauseyou really couldn't tell, not even close up. But Brittany had gottenangry and hurt, and the evening had taken a turn. She asked me totake her for a drive.
I drive a convertable, and we eased the top down. I assuredBrittany that I wouldn't go too fast (she was very particular about havingher wig styled just so) and away we went.
A couple minutes of driving and, wouldn't you know it, some guy startshitting on us (sike I said, Brittany can pass). And he's cute in a sleezynightclub way. He came upon us at a light and said to us "Hey, ladies,what are two fine chicks like you doing running around on a night likethis?"
Well, I'm not into cheesy pickup lines, but Brittany starts flirtingwith him! "Oh, not much" she answers. "Just looking for a hotstud like you".
I'm startled. Like I said before, usually Brittany is the perfectlady. I guess that alcohol was talking.
"Want to follow me to my place?" Lance Romance asks us.
And that is how I ended us at a strange man's apartment with an undercoverTV.
