The Audition

It took me a few minute sto comcentrate on my playing. Randi really
looked more fantastically beautiful than ever. We were hired to play for
the for cocktail hour at a very posh dinner dance in Fifth Avenue
mansion. I met Randi at the site. She was unreal!! A white Empire dress
was something out of "Dr Zhivago" or the Brando film "Desiree." A three
strand pearl choker highlighted her swnlike neck. ( More functionally,
it probably covered her Adam's apple albeit a very small, non-prominent
one.) Long kidskin gloves both concealed and drew attention to her arms
and the expressive movement of her fingers. A gold watch was worn over
the glove. I had to keep reminding myself that Randi was not a gg and
that we were here to work. There was always the possibility we wuld be
asked to leave before we started. After all the hired help (Randi)
shouldn't make the guests and hosts look tacky by comparison.
We were very well received and I figured this would lead to more gigs
especially if we became an in thing w/ the crowd. ("Trendy" wasn't in
use yet.)
WHen Randi was being paid she asked if we could stay for one dance set.
The hostess agreed. No idea that Randi was a guy en femme and I was her
lover!
I put my arm around Randi's waist and felt the elastic and boning of her
foundation garment. SHe leaned her head against my chest as we started to
dance; the scent of her hair was exhilirating. We danced ever so closley
yet with pressing hard against eachother. The curve of her lower abdomen
brushed lightly against my groin. It was incredibly arousing yet being
in Randi's arms was so peaceful. The rest fo the world didn't exist. We
moved in time to the music secure in the peace that our love affair was
generating. Nothing existed but the electricity that flowed between us.
Rndi put her finger tips to her lipsd and kissed them before putting them
to my lips. It wa a maddeningly sexy and arousing yet ladylike gesture.