Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

"You look like a celebrity yourself," Alan complimented. "And I've never seen such gorgeous legs on anyone before."

"Alan, have you ever slept with another man?" Jo asked bluntly. She knew that she passed as a woman to the untrained eye. Alan seemed a little naïve, he might have thought that he had stumbled across a real woman in a gay bar. Jo was horny, she had come to pick up someone for the night and if Alan wasn't a possible candidate she didn't want to waste too much time on him.

And the thought of turning him out was making her even hornier.

"I've been curious for a long time," Alan admitted, flushing with embarrassment. "I came here tonight just to hang out and get the vibe of the place, but once I saw you...."

"You've hung out, now let's get a taxi to my place and I'll show you my vibe," Jo promised with a suggestive wink.

Alan quickly downed his drink and let her lead him by the hand out of the club.

They were in luck. Fred, one of the taxi drivers who worked exclusively for the club, was parked in front of the club waiting. He was a father figure to the younger guys, getting them home safely when they had drunk too much or didn't have the fare home. A gay basher had killed his youngest son at the age of twenty and the welfare of young gay men had become Fred's number one concern since he'd retired two years ago. He stepped out of the taxi and scrutinized Alan from head to toe.

"Son, do you know this man well enough to be going anywhere with him?"

Jo laughed, even wearing a micro mini and five-inch heels, Fred called her 'son'. Lucky she hadn't lied to Alan or Fred would have given the game away.

"Fred, meet Alan, my new friend."

Fred shook Alan's hand. Jo smiled secretly as she saw Alan wince—Fred acted as though all strangers who slept with gay men were potential killers and gave them the third degree and a silent, 'I've got my beady eye on you' warning. If Alan had planned anything shady he would be rethinking it right about now.