Sweet Sherri

"The fuck you want," the girl hissed through her teeth.

Well, it's hard to say. For one, this was the one night of the week at the particular club that was tranny night. Unless the lucky woman was either a straight freak or had been exposed to the scene, there weren't too many people walking around with a double dose of X chromosomes. Two, the girl hissed while staring between her legs with hooded eyes knew who she was. She had just finished a set dancing in the night club, showing off her 'surprise'. Of course, Stevie Wonder blindfolded could see the surprise, but the men who frequented this place weren't exactly looking for such unpredictability.

The omniscient Lord, combined with an interesting response to hormones and decent genes, had blessed her with a nice surprise, fitting a club like this. For one, she could hold her own with many a male pornstar, blessed with 10 inches of soda-can thickness between her legs that miraculously had skin as smooth as her honeyed caramel complexion. Her legs were athletic, boosted with some hormones and just a touch of Dow Corning's highest quality petrochemicals. Her boobs looked as realistic as what was between her legs, and were much more a product of the beginning of a two-week Percoset haze in Rio. She lifted the glass with her Mike's Hard lemonade in it, brushing away her long honey-blonde bangs from her eyes and asked "Who are you?"

"Oh, um, hi, I'm a big fan of yours and, um..."

"My dick right?" the girl said as she sat up in her couch, her attentions perked up by her admirer.

"Yeah. You've been doing this for a moment I take, right?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"You know, a lot of the girls around here, ya know, do dates, and I was wondering..."

The girl ignored the fan between her legs, standing up in her 6 inch clear platform heels, and walked towards her dressing room.

"I take that as a no, right?"

The girl stuck her hand out in the general direction of the guy as she walked out, sticking her thumb up and flashing a sarcastic smile.