Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

"In interviews she comes across as such a lovely person." Alan still seemed to feel the need to make up for nearly putting his foot in his mouth. "She must be a great employer to work for."

"She's a sweetheart!" Jo readily confirmed.

Eboneé was polite and considerate of her staff. Wherever she went she introduced Jo as her stylist—which really wasn't a recommendation. Jo consoled herself with the fact that she was well paid. And thank God really that Eboneé was not a diva. Jo was known to have her diva moments and two divas in the same room would have been asking for trouble.

Shorter than average, Eboneé was not slim or overweight. She was just broad and flat, her waist almost the same size as her narrow hips. Her breasts and behind were both boyishly small. Jo sometimes wondered in amusement if Eboneé realized her stylist had a cock. The woman undressed in front of her without embarrassment and Jo sometimes found herself getting hard as she watched Eboneé's straight little body. She often wondered what the singer would do if she bent the woman over, whipped her cock out and gave her the ass fucking of her young life.

"So you must meet a lot of celebrities then," Alan inquired, bringing Jo's thoughts back to the present.

"Not many. Eboneé's more likely to go to see a play, the ballet or the opera rather than go clubbing on a Saturday night."

"I read somewhere that she'd already been accepted at Cambridge when she was discovered. I wondered if it was just a publicity stunt."

"No, it's true. She was going to study Art History. She's an art connoisseur. I could learn a lot from her, if I liked that sort of thing."

"So what sort of thing do you like?" Alan queried, his grey eyes lighting up behind the lens of his designer glasses as though he expected a naughty answer.

"I like fashion—the glamour, the jewellery, the celebrities, all of it."