M Is for Mandi

"Hello there, I'm James. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Hi. I'm Mandi. And sure you can. Vodka and tonic, please."

"I have to say, Mandi, you look beautiful. Really, if I hadn't seen you with Jessica I'd never have realised you were a tranny. Even here, close up, it's difficult to believe."

"Thanks James. You're very kind."

I was in heaven!! Within five minutes of entering the club my dream was starting to come true. I had a man! James, my man! I smiled at him and took my VS pack out with my lighter, he held it for me smiling all the while. I did what I'd always, always wanted to do. I shuffled a little on the stool and crossed my legs, just willing my skirt to ride up my thigh a little which it obediently did. I smiled again at my escort.

"So, do you come here often? Sorry, that's not a pick-up line, you said you know Jessica."

"Well, nevertheless Mandi you can consider yourself picked up. If you like, of course."

Our drinks arrived and I sipped on my vodka and posed with my cigarette.

"I like."

"Good" said James, and laid a hand on my leg.

We chatted for a while, James told me he wasn't married - I'd already looked for a ring! - and that he liked T-girls and came in the club about once a month, maybe a little more, and that he liked to give a gurl a good time.

"If someone like you has taken the trouble to make herself up and to look so sexy for a guy like me, Mandi, I think she deserves to be treated well and pampered."

I glowed at his words, he kept on saying 'she' - and his hand was beginning to move slowly up and down my thigh. I wanted to do the same, to feel his own leg, feel his body, maybe he'd be the one to get the chance to closely inspect my sexy lingerie? I took hold of his hand. I was just about to suggest we move to a different location, away from the central area of the bar where everyone could see us. I wasn't sure where - either to the other side of the bar, or to his place.....?