WHISPERS OF LUST

my own financially. It wasn't like the money was pouring in, but things had i

w Year's Eve. Old rodent visited briefly. He paid me after

the good work. You'll find a little extra in your pay envelope. A little Christmas bonus courtesy of your un

m profusely and escorted him to his car waiting outside, driver leaning on the front hood taking a smoke. The dr

s a habit for Connie to hang out later with the older transvestites, picking up on their craft. But he was bored with their cool, and enjoyed conversations with Hazel better. They were living together, and to tell by the rosy cheeks and demeanor they both displayed, loving each other at the heart, and lower, too. And their minds too. They sat at the bar on bar stools.

et something off her chest. With Hazel you could tell she was holding something back. It was like she

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play drums and bass and guitar... so I was thinking we could do some performance. You got the stage and everything... and you said you wanted to get some feedback... some thought

ounted out eight fifties, four each from the bonus money to give to them. "I

to mince words. At least not

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on New Year's Eve? No w

the champagne. And Connie gave me a kiss, to which I wasn't as open. We had a three way

t me wrong, Hazel was a beautiful and desirable girl, with curves definitely in all the right places. I often admired as discretely as possible how her ass moved when she walked out into the tables, or how her tits bounced and her nipples occasionally stiffened when she walked back to the bar. But Hazel and I shared a different sort of relationship. Even beyond employer/employee we ha

pposite sex. So I left it more to chance. But being rather medioc

andsome man, and his entourage of beautiful women and leather clad lads, were in the audience as wer

white. Her face, nearly as made up as the neighboring girl/boys, was startlingly beautiful, her deep red lips a cute cupid's bow. I thought at first it was wishful thinking. A man often projects his hopes and lusts on such a beautiful and sexy face, hoping beyond hope that he was th

. I gulped down a thick wad of shyness while leading her to the empty bar. Like her breasts, her ass was soft and full, and she was long legged and her tigh

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don't matter. It's the vibes. It's the clientele. It's whatever you bring to the place. Like a di