Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

He would have given her another chance if she had chosen a less popular song to massacre. Eboneé sang 'Chrysalis' on the same show and I had to do her makeup because her stylist got caught in a traffic jam on the M25. She loved the way I made her up and asked me if I wanted to work for her. Her old stylist had never turned up on time for anything and Eboneé is one of those always-early celebrities. When the woman finally got there almost an hour later, Eboneé fired her and hired me."

"I'd love to meet her in person."

From the eagerness in his voice Jo sensed that Alan was one of those people who truly appreciated Eboneé's prestigious talent. She would arrange an introduction, she decided, if Alan proved satisfactory in bed.

"She's in Antigua at the moment writing songs for her next album, staying at some place called Jumby Bay." Jo opened the buttons of his jacket and stroking his chest through his soft, high-quality cotton shirt. "She asked me if I wanted to come out with her for a week or two, all expenses paid. I said yes until she told me that the hotel is some sort of retreat, cut off from the outside world with no phones or TV. Apparently people use it when they are burned out or need to generate fresh ideas. Not my cup of tea, thank you very much!"

"One of our travel reporters spent a week there last year ago!" Alan replied, looking surprised at the coincidence. "She had a great time, she said, but wouldn't have wanted to spend more than a week there or she would have gone quietly insane. She said it gave her too much time to think!"

"I would have gone crazy in less than a day!" Jo said with a theatrical shudder. "I can't stand being idle. Oh, here we are!"

As Fred pulled up to the kerb Jo was pleased to see Alan reach for his wallet. There was nothing she hated more than a tight-fisted man, unless he was using the tight fist to jerk her off. Smiling, she put her hand over his and prevented him opening the wallet. "I'll get it."