Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 14:17:43 EST
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli 5

They came to me slowly in the dream, appearing one at a time from the fog
until there were three of them.  Two sitting on either side of me and one
standing just a few feet in front of us.  They were Adonis, masculine
masterpieces of size and beauty, all blonde.

We were all naked, I don't know how we got that way, but that's the dream.
The two beside me were lightly massaging my shoulders as they wispered in
my ears.  I don't remember what they were saying, but that's the dream.

They spread my legs and began massaging my soft prick as they whispered and
I strained to give them access down there.  My balls were lifted lightly up
and a finger strayed down to my hole, which I offered up by sliding down
farther on the seat.  I reached out in front of me and touched the most
beautiful penis I have ever seen - some 12 inches in length and perfectly
proportioned.  I pulled on it softly and, magically, it came to my open
mouth like it was on a cloud, and just as magically the whole thing fit
without the slightest effort on my part.  It filled me completely, but
there was no discomfort as it seemed to seek my throat on its own.

As the dream drifted in and out, I seem to remember hands lifting me,
carrying me, taking me up into the clouds where I lay for a long time while
soft music and voices surrounded me.  Then my three angels joined me and we
kissed, one after the other, until one lay down with me and we made sweet,
wonderful love on the clouds.  Without a word, I made love to all three.
Lightening seem to part the clouds from time to time, but it was not a
distraction as my lovers and I explored every inch, inside and out, of each
other, and my final dream was being in a pile of bodies, writhing to find
the right parts of each other to inflict the maximum pleasure.

The clouds seemed to part one final time, and the sun shone thru.

I blinked my eyes as the sunlight brought me awake with a start.  Rubbing
the sleep from them, I found myself curled up in a bar booth with a blanket
over me and another blanket rolled up as a pillow.  I had no idea where I
was until I remembered it was Chilli's and Rufus had saved me the night
before.

"Date Rape" drugs are very popular around college towns.  Their effects on
women are well documented - stupor, followed by a general lack of memory-
perfect for the would be romeo.  Their effect on men is not documented, or
at least not reported.  I'll tell you for a fact - they're effective.  I
had no memory of the previous evening after Rufus gave me the whiskey laced
with drug.  Only a vague recollection of some dream.

"Hey suga" the familiar voice cut thru the early morning fog "how's bout
some coffee to clear dem webs?"

I tried to sit up, and cover my nakedness at the same time with the
blanket, accepting the hot liquid and tried to keep from scalding my throat
as I sipped it down. The plastic or leather of the booth was cool on my
back side.  Why was I naked?  I distinctly remembered being dressed, albeit
scantily, at some point the evening, or morning before.

As my eyes adjusted to the new day, I looked around the club to get my
bearings.  A large screen TV over the bar was playing some kind of video,
and my eyes finally focused on it.  There seemed to be some kind of porno
movie playing and as I sat there I watched it.

There were a circle of three men standing nude.  In the middle of the
circle a blonde girl was kneeling, her face hidden from the camera as her
head bobbed back and forth in front of the men, one at a time, and it was
evident she was giving head to all three men.  They were passing her around
the cirlce, their heads thrown back in obvious pleasure as she worked.  And
work she did, picking up tempo until she was literally a sexual dynamo,
devouring their maleness with enthusiasm and obvious need.  Her hands
clutched at the buttocks as she pulled them to her, burying her face at the
base of each of those massive organs and crushing her nose into their pubic
hair.

The scene switched quickly to what appeared to be a pool table.  The three
men were spread out more now, and I could see her laying on the table with
her legs spread in the air.  One man was obviously fucking her while
another had his cock in her mouth, her head hanging backwards off the
table, her long blonde hair hanging down.  She was pulling on the third
guy's dick as she took the other two, one in each end.

The man in her mouth moaned, then screamed in pleasure as the camera cut to
a close up of her face and I saw the white liquid starting to flow out
around her lips as he came.  He came a very lot, and it ran down her face,
into her nose and eyes, and dripped down into her hair.  As he pulled his
massive cock head from her mouth, she strained to keep it, but then another
dick replaced it and after a few deep strokes in her mouth he pulled out
and shot a strong stream of cum in the opening.  Her lips worked around it,
again the cum streaming out and oozing down her face as she blew cum
bubbles around his cock.

The guy fucking her also moaned loudly as the camera closed in to catch his
climax.  He had pulled out, and was cumming into her stretched hole, the
spurts shooting in and oozing back out to run down her cheeks until he
plunged back in the opening and turned everything white with man juice.

As the camera panned across the three sated lovers, and onto the face of
the girl, the sick realization finally hit me.  I was the blonde girl in
the flick!

As if to sense my uneasiness, Rufus spoke up, in a low tone.  "Tol you
Rufus doan go dat homo shit.  But I know boys from da meat rack do any
thang fo twenty dolla, specially wid a looker like you.  Uh huh girl, you
sho knows how use yo stuff."

"Rufus" my voice rising hysterically now "that's illegal, I didn't agree to
that...you drugged me.  I can sue you for this"

"Ho now...doan know what you talkin bout" he continued, and with that he
hit the button of a small tape recorder on the bar.

`Rufus, I'll do anything you want' I heard my voice saying from the tape.
The quality was excellent.  There was no mistaking my voice, and my mind
raced back to last night standing in the parking lot pleading with Rufus to
let me back inside.

"Seem lak to me dat you and dem fairy boys havin funnnnnnn." He continued,
in obvious pleasure at my uneasiness with the situation.  "Rufus got some
copy a dat in da safe.  Seem lak to me yo school....and yo mammy and daddy
might jes be upset de see dat.  Wan me sho it do em?"

"Rufus, that's blackmail" I protested, a little weaker now with the
realization of where he was going with this.  "You can't do this".

"Hey college bitch, doan go tellin Rufus he cant do nothin, I can do any
thang I wan wid dat" and the realization started to sink in that he was
right.  As my eyes went back to the film, I could see them wiping their wet
cocks across my lips as I licked and slurped the last drops of cum from
them.  I was obviously enjoying it, and to the casual observer, a willing
participant.  My eyes were closed and there was no indication that I was
drugged.  I had to admit, I looked the part of a porn queen.

"Lesli girl, dat tape gonna save yo ass from dat street.  Long as I got
dat, you gonna do what I say, and I say I gonna save you dat shit from dat
street.  Gonna save you from yo sef."  I had no idea what he was getting
at, I couldn't figure any of this out.  All I know was that he had damning
evidence.

The plan was simple, according to Rufus.  I would work for him in Chilli's
instead of hooking on the street.  I didn't know it then, but my college
life had ended, so to speak, and my real life had just begun.

He brought me my clothes.  All of them.  "Gina tol us bout dat john and da
boys foun him cruising da strip, had a talk wid him an got yo stuff back"
was the explanation.

"And what about him" I asked, curious.  "Doan worry, I said Rufus take cara
his girls, dat what happen to him".

I let it drop, afraid to hear what happened.  I dressed and Rufus took me
back to Amanda's apartment.  She was in class, so I showered and made it to
my 1pm class, sat thru it in a fog.  I couldn't focus, the answers didn't
come.  Here this guy had saved me, drugged me, made a porn movie that I
assumed he would use to black mail me.  But as upset as I was, I wasn't
upset at him.  Why couldn't I just hate him like Amanda seemed to, he's
certainly done some things that I should be able to hate him for.  But I
couldn't and that was the first big mystery of the day.  The second was,
what did he want from me?  I mean, did he really want me to work for him?
Doing what?  I was a transvestite, by his definition something he wasn't in
to.  Were his customers?

With all these questions running thru my mind, and no answers to satisfy
them, I decided I would not meet Rufus at the bus stop on the strip as he
had instructed me to.  I would stay, safe and sound with Amanda tonight,
and figure out what to do tomorrow.

Amanda was still in class when I skipped my 4 pm class, so I showered and
changed into clean clothes.  I chose jeans and a sweatshirt over black
panties and bra, with no hose, and a pair of white tennis shoes.  I would
not go to the bus stop as he had ordered.  I would stay here and watch TV.
Or would I study?  Which, TV or study.

Locking the door behind me, I left for the bus stop.  See what I mean?  I
couldn't figure anything out about this guy.

Rufus picked me up as soon as I exited the bus and drove me to Chilli's as
he said he would.  He was in a reflective mood , and I took the opportunity
to clear my mind.

"Rufus, just what in the hell do you think you're going to prove doing
this?" I blurted.

"Doin what?' he asked innocently.

"Doin what?" I repeated sarcastically, "you've drugged me, had me gang
banged, made a tape, and I guess you'll use that to blackmail me.  For
what?"

"Look Lesli, I ain blackmailin ya, I'm jus tryin save yo ass from dat
street.  You can make mo money workin fo me dan out der.  An you be safe
girl, I take care of ya like I take care my girls.  Hell, ya look better
dan some dem anyways and you be safe.  Doan be goin off on me, I jus be
makin yo life easy."

"Rufus, I don't know what you mean.  You've drugged me, you've made a very
damaging film, and now you're holding it over my head.  What do you expect
me to think, to do, to act like.  I'll tell you, I'm upset"

"I said look" he exclaimed, a bit more threatening now "you been sellin yo
sweet ass and yo suga on da street.  Anybody got twenty dolla get yo suga,
get yo ass.  You wanna end up like Gina, goin down on dem winos to make
enough money to eat, lettin dem street creeps go up his ass for spendin
money?  You wanna end up in a alley wid a knife at yo throat, some dude
slit yo throat cause you bite he dick?  You wan some dem spics be in yo ass
wid dat AIDS shit in dey cum?  Naw baby, you betta dan dat.  You got looks,
you got class, and I hep you use dat and keep yo sef safe."

I didn't argue, I had the distinct feeling that life on the street had lost
some of it's magic with the beating last night.  I was truly afraid to go
out there again so soon.  I sat back and listened as Rufus continued.

"You come here instead dat alley.  You work fo me, hell it be good, no mo
cold street, no mo scratchin fo johns wid dem other drag queens.  You be in
here, warm, safe, and you just do what I say and it be ok".

I contemplated Rufus as he spoke.  What was this man?  I mean, what was he
up to, his motivation?  And, I must admit this ran thru my mind more than
once in the past 12 hours, what could he do for me?  He had after all
expressed a desire to help me.  Was that just some bull shit line designed
to rope me in, to do his bidding?  But if so, what did he expect to get
from me?  If he was so anti "homo", as he put it, what possible benefit
would I be working for him?  All these questions would continue to haunt me
over the next days.

"Teya what, you be a good girl, doan gimme no shit dis week, and come
Friday if I ain tol you da truth, yo free to get yo ass outta here.  I give
ya da damn tape".

I was speachless.  Could he actually mean that?  Could their be a thread of
sincerety in this man?  I decided then (what choice did I have) that I
would go along with him for the week, just to get the tape - and thus my
life - back.

Chilli's was, in the popular term, a tittie bar.  Strippers on two stages,
lap dancers roaming the floor, and girls available to have drinks with the
patrons.  It wasn't a hooker hang out as I had suspected.  The dancers got
tips from the customers, they shared those 50% with the house and split the
remaining between themselves and the bartender and waitress.  The drink
girls got 50% of the profit on the drinks with the house, and again, split
the other 50% with the bartender and servers.

There were signs all over the place warning that touching the dancers was
prohibited.  No sex they said.  It appeared to be like any other reputable
bar, and in fact was.  Almost.  I would learn in the coming nights.  But
all the above was explained to me by Rufus, and I had the distinct feeling
that he ran a tight ship.

Some of the lap dancers did manage to do "private" dances in one of two
"VIP" rooms in the back.  Some sex went on there, but it was dangerous as
the vice cops came in quite a lot and tried to lure an unsuspecting dancer
into a solicitation charge.  Rufus was very adamant about safety, not for
the girl's sake, but because his liquor license - and thus his lively hood
- depended on it.

But how would a transvestite fit into this scene?  Nothing gay about the
place, at least there didn't seem to be.

I would start learning the ropes by working with another girl, and a
bouncer, collecting the cover charges and stamping the customers hands at
the door.  The cover charge was $10 per person, and provided one free
drink.  Thus the stamp.

I was introduced to Darlene, my companion at the door, and told to get
dressed.  I was given a tight sleeveless Chilli's tee shirt, a pair of the
tightest, shortest blue shorts I'd ever seen, and a pair of black 4 inch
heels.  Since we were working the door, where the cold came in with every
customer, we were also give red Chilli's jackets to wear.  I combed out my
pony tail into a straight shoulder length cut, and Darlene helped me with
the curler til the ends tipped up.  She also helped me with my makeup, more
than I was used to applying, and the resulting look was somewhere between
the fresh faced girl I came in as, and the heavy makeup of a hooker.  I
suppose it looked more appealing to the customers, and standing in the
front door, we were the first look into the bar for many of them.  Darlene,
was impressed with the look.

And so I began my first night at Chilli's.  The front door was not in the
action and the work was simple.  Other than the interesting looks I got
from the customers, which was good for the ego, but not much else, I didn't
find it very satisfying.  Darlene, the bouncer, and I made small talk and
goofed around - which was fun - but the evening went slow.  I wanted
inside, and I was delighted when Darlene suggested I take a break and check
it out.

The bar bore little resemblance to what I remembered from this morning.
Flashing, strobing lights gave the entire bar an altogether different
appearance.  People were everywhere, at tables, at the two bars, crowding
the stages, and the result was a real shock to my senses.  Music blared
from speakers above my head, pounding, reverberating.  On the stages, girls
danced bare breasted, swaying and humping to the music.  There were two
girls on one stage, and one on the other.  Men stood 2 and three deep in
front of them, admiring the dancers and ocassionaly showing their
appreciation in tangible form (other than the obvious hardon) by reaching
up with dollar bills and sticking them under their g strings.  The girls
would then do an appreciative bump, or squat to press the givers face into
their crotch.  It seemed an easy way to make money, til I realized that the
dancer was only getting 25 cents of each of those dollars.

Girls who weren't dancing were prowling the crowded tables selling lap
dances.  The action here was sensuos and in my mind, even more fun looking
than dancing.  The girls basically had license to bring the customer to
climax, all with out touching him.  I noticed several girls using their
bare breasts to massage crotches, but the men seemed to remain perfectly
still thruout the ordeal.  The secret to this, I found out later, was
strict enforcement of the "no touch" rule by the bouncer staff, led by
Rufus himself.  All the bouncers were big, and I mean that in physical body
size, and mean looking.  They stood around the perimeter, or walked thru
the crowd making sure no customer broke the rules.

Several girls were sitting in booths with customers.  They were "taking a
break" and having drinks bought for them by the customers.  They were clad
in bikinis and heels.  No bare breasts or bottoms like the dancers.  Lot's
of laughing and talking, some snuggling, but no apparent sex.  Apparent.  I
would find out later just how un apparent it was.

Rufus called me over and told me that one of the waitresses was out tonight
and he wanted me to fill in.  I had never done anything like this before,
but I figured it beat standing at the front door, taking money and stamping
hands, so I went with him to the bar to get my training.

The drink waitresses circulated thru the bar, taking orders and delivering
drinks.  It was a hectic job I found out, having to keep up with the
orders, the bills, the tips.  But it was interesting and the evening fairly
flew by and before I knew it, it was 2 am and closing time.  And in those
few hours I had learned how the bar really worked.  There was plenty of sex
going on behind Rufus' back.  Or was it?  The one thing I had learned was
that I had no idea what was going on because of Rufus, or despite him.  And
so when he quizzed me on the ride back to Amanda's I was honestly stupid
about what went on.

But one thing I was sure of - I had fun that night.  I had enjoyed being
there, flirting with men who had no idea that I wasn't what I appeared - a
funloving, sexy girl.  At least if they knew my true identity they didn't
let on.  And I was turned on by the attention, by the illusion, by the
whole scene.

The only problem was that I hadn't been satisfied, and the sexual tension
that had built up inside me needed relief.  I hadn't, and wouldn't find
that relief tonight, and that was frustrating.

Amanda was irrationally upset.

"You stupid little nigger loving whore" she screamed when I returned "you
little cocksucking bitch.  Don't you know what that nigger pimp wants from
you, from me?  I can't believe you would go with him, I can't believe you
won't listen to me."

"Look Amanda, we're both cocksuckers.  What's your point" I countered.  Or
at least thought I countered.

She didn't listen to me, and with both of us crying, she threw me out.  Out
of her apartment.  Out of her life.

I made my way back to the dorm.  In drag.  I had no other choice.  It was
late and no one noticed as I sneaked into the dorm, undressed, and fell,
utterly exhausted into bed.

The stares, whispered insults, and general ostrication came in the morning.
I left the dorm - never to return again - the way I had arrived - in drag.
I was alone in the world of a crowded college campus.  My life as a campus
queen had ended, and none to soon for me.

I was a transvestite prosititute, and learning to live with the ups - and
downs - of it.

To be continued

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