Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 1

Jo plumped the cushion and carefully positioned it until it was precisely at the right angle. Nothing less than perfection would do. Ricki, her friend of twelve years was coming to stay overnight and she would notice if the tiniest thing was out of place.

An impatient knock on the door signalled her friend's arrival. Jo had a last look around the flat on the way to let her in.

"What took you so long," the blonde diva demanded as she dropped her overnight bag and rushed by Jo into the flat. "I'm bursting!"

"Nice to see you, too!" Jo laughed as she picked up the bag and locked the door.

Ricki hadn't bothered to lock the toilet door and Jo shook her head sadly as she watched her. Norman, Ricki's macho shithead of a lover insisted that Ricki sat down to pee and sometimes without thought she did it even when the man wasn't around.

"You need to leave that creep," Jo said angrily as Ricki looked up and found her in the doorway.

"I am leaving him."

"What?" Jo couldn't have heard her right. Ricki's biggest fear was that Norman would pay someone to kill her if she ever tried to escape his clutches. And though Jo was pleased to hear that Ricki was finally mustering the balls to leave the prick, she had always been as secretly scared for Ricki's life as Ricki herself.

"You heard me." Ricki stood up and shook her penis before slipping it inside her French knickers and pulling her short skirt down. Pressing the pump for a dollop of Jo's Molton Brown creamy rosé hand wash, she washed her hands and dried them on the nearby towel.

"I'm going to Barbados."

"Ricki, you don't know anyone in Barbados!"

"Actually, this is goodbye. A final fuck and I'm off!"

"Are you drunk?"

"You know that I haven't touched alcohol in years." Ricki was suddenly serious and Jo wished she hadn't brought the subject up. Ricki had developed an alcohol dependency within months of moving in with Norman and being literally turned into a nervous wreck of her former self.