Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2011 01:18:45 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Why? Chapter Six

   But that was later, for I'd made my phone call and had set up an
interview with Samantha for the following day. I took care in having a good
bath with scents and powdering myself afterwards, though not too much and
dressing carefully and seeing that my make-up was perfect before I sallied
forth to try and get onto her books.

   `Hello,' said this bright woman who I put at about thirty years of age,
as I walked into the agencies office at the appointed time. `My name is
Samantha and you must be Jackie Trent,' she said as she offered her hand
which I shook. `Let's go into my office.' I smiled at the girl behind the
desk where we'd met and guessed that she was the secretary as I followed
Samantha into a small cramped room that boasted only a desk, two chairs and
a telephone apart from a filing cabinet against one wall and two photos on
the opposite one. One was of a good looking man and the other of two
children.

   `My father and my two children,' she said, seeing that I had stopped to
look at them. `He helped me start this business.'

   `He looks a nice man,' I said.

   `Yes. In more ways than most. The other picture is of his
grandchildren.' I got the vibes from this statement that the husband wasn't
to be mentioned and so didn't say any more but sat down in the chair that
faced her small desk.

   `Now before we go into any detail let me say this up front. We here
provide a service in being an escort agency. We charge all our clients one
hundred pounds an evening for the escort they have and that person receives
seventy pounds for the five hours, that being seven in the evening till
midnight.

   Now if the client wishes the company of the escort for longer after
midnight, that is up to the escort to dictate the terms. We have no
knowledge of what goes on after this time and do not wish to know for we
are not a brothel organisation. We just supply the escort. What happens
afterwards is of no concern to us. Is this quite clear?'

   `Yes,' I said.

   `You have been favourably recommended by a good client and we will take
that as read. Have you done this sort of thing before?'

   `Well after a fashion. I've entertained many men in my time for I used
to be a singer until an unfortunate occurrence which has since curtailed my
singing career. I know how to behave when with a man and how far to go,
if,' I added hastily, `if he would wish to go further as you say after
midnight.'

  `Well you dress well and have beautiful eyes so I think you might do well
with us. We have an extensive wardrobe in the next room for we record every
dress worn when out with a client so that you never turn up on duty with
one that you have been out with him before. Though we do charge ten pounds
a night per dress to cover the wear, tear and cleaning. We currently have
twelve females and three men on our books and are always looking out for
more recruitments such as yourself because the demand is greater than our
supply,' she finished with a smile. This I wiped off in no short order.

   `But, ah, er, which category do you put me into?' I asked, giving her a
sweet smile.

   `With the women of course. You are rather beautiful and would in time be
much in demand by our male clients,' she said.

   `But would those men be happy enough to be going out with another man
dressed as a woman?'

   `I don't...Oh My God!' she stammered out. `You don't mean to say...'

   `Yes. I'm a transvestite, and before you blow a gasket, there are many
men out there that would be proud to have me on their arm knowing that it
is a man that they are with and to be able to...well, let's say, that is
what would happen after midnight.'

   `I...I...I just don't know what to say to this. No. It's outrageous, you
coming in here posing as a woman and letting me believe you were one,' she
spluttered.

   `I'm very sorry if I've upset you for that was the least of my
intentions. I've have just come here in good faith to ask to be employed as
an escort, and believe me, there are many men out there in the world that
would just love the charade of being out with a supposable female when they
are then cocking a snoot at their friends by knowing exactly what's under
this dress. If you, as female, and don't get me wrong in saying this, but
if you can be fooled into believing that I'm a woman, think of how your
male clients that I am offered to will respond. I can guarantee that I'll
have as many requests once it is known that you also have people such as me
on your books, you'll finish up hiring more of my type of person.' There!
I'd made my spiel and the ball was now in her court though I still crossed
my fingers.

   Though I realised later that I could have set up my own escort agency
that only supplied transvestites and would have made a lot of money but
then I would have been out with the clients most of time and not seen to
the office side of things.

   `Well I don't know,' Samantha said pensively as she looked now very
critically at me, `but you certainly fooled me.'

   `How do you answer the phone? Do you say after the title that you have
men and women available for escort duties? Why not add, and male
transvestites. Believe me, it might shock some but I think you'd be
surprised at the response to the latter. To be rather blunt, there are many
men out there that would like the opportunity to be able to satisfy a deep
buried urge to have sex with a member of their own sex, especially if the
person is dressed up as a woman.' Still she looked dubious and fiddled with
a pen at the desk and I now crossed my legs as well in the hope that she
would take the chance on me.

   She did!

   `Okay,' she said slowly, `We'll give it a try but I don't hold out much
hope. Give me all your details on this form and you will have to be
examined by our doctor every six months, er, I think you can understand
why?'

   `Certainly,' I said. `When can I start?'

  `As soon as the doctor can say that you are, er, ah, clean. Er, this is
part of the contract that you see him every six months, failure to do so
results in you being taken off the books.'

   `I understand that. Can you make me the appointment now?'

   `The secretary will do that and if all is well, I'll, er, add what you
suggested when I talk to my clients.'

   With that, I was in, not expecting any problems with the doctor who the
secretary fixed the appointment for that afternoon. Boy, was he in for a
shock and he was when he saw me enter as a woman and when my dress was off
to see a man.

   `Oh, ah, er, well, I was expected to examine a woman,' he said all of a
fluster. `Coming from the agency.'

   `Don't you examine the men as well from there?' I asked.

   `Yes, but they normally come wearing trousers or a suit, not in a
dress,' he replied.

   `So what do you examine? The body or the clothes?' I asked with a sweet
smile.

   `The body of course!'

   `Well, here's the body. Just pass me fit and I can then start work.'

   I was passed fit and clean of any discernable diseases and I went home
and fretted. Would she add the rider that she also had a transvestite on
her books or chicken out and not say a word and then tell me that nobody
wanted me.  I got pissed that night thinking that that would be the case
and it would be another career move that failed. She had my mobile number
and I made sure that it was fully charged, but it didn't ring.

   I was in limbo. Oh why did this have to happen to me. Sally would have
jumped at the chance of fucking me and I liked to think that Bambi would
have too, but they were working in the club. Bert was back inside and after
the remarks from Daniel, I don't think he would get his cock out for me. So
I spent a miserable night alone again with the only solace left to me and
that was my own right hand to give me relief and let me sleep.

   All of the next day I fretted and literally pounced on the mobile phone
when it rang to find that it was Samantha.

   `I don't know if you're a witch or have some kind of magic but I have a
client that is interested in having you as an escort contrary to my
expectations. Are you available tonight from seven o'clock?'

   `Yes,' I said, my heart thumping inside my chest. `Where and when?' She
gave me all the details and so I got myself ready for the appointed time
and went and met the man who wanted a transvestite as his date for the
evening. By the fact that he'd wanted someone like me told me that I was
onto a winner.

   What I didn't know was that Samantha already had a transvestite on her
books and the reason she had taken me on was because she had been getting
enquiries about such as me and that the other person whose name was David,
or was really known at the agency as Davinia. She had started about three
months before me and wasn't able to cope with the demands that Samantha had
been getting, so I was taken on to catch the overflow as it were. But back
to my first escort job.

   It was for a function at the Dorchester Hotel where he was staying and I
had to meet him in the bar at seven o'clock. There were quite a few people
in the bar and so I went up to the bar and asked the barman if he knew
which gentleman was a Mr Childers.

  `Ah yes. He said he was expecting someone. He's the gentleman at the
end.' I thanked him and moved down the bar.

   `Mr Childers?' I asked of the man indicated who looked to be about fifty
years of age, greying slightly at the temples, clean shaven and wearing a
rather expensive suit. His face was unremarkable except he had a nice smile
and white teeth and his eyes crinkled up with the smile.

   `Ah, Miss Trent, it's a pleasure to meet you,' he said offering me his
hand. I shook it.

   `It's a pleasure to meet you and the name is Jackie,' I said smiling
back at him as his eyes moved up and down as if looking for a flaw.

   `And mine's Robert, and I must say you look lovely.'

   `Thank you sir,' giving him a short curtsey.

   `What would you like to drink, the show doesn't start till eight?' I
told him and he got that and another one for himself and led me over to a
small table where we sat down.

   `I've used Samantha's agency a few times but this was the first time
that she said she had someone like you and it intrigued me and I must say
that you have stunned me. You look flawless and really beautiful,' he said
as he put his hand on mine, 'so much so that I'm not going to beat around
the bush. Would you stay the night with me tonight?'

   `I'm on escort duty till midnight,' I said, `but after that, the times
my own.'

   `Would you then, after midnight? I'll pay you two hundred pounds and
throw in breakfast too.' Now that wasn't a bad offer for him to get what he
wants, me to get what I want and get paid that much, well I couldn't refuse
and accepted his offer. I had a six pack of condoms in my bag and hoped
that we'd get to use half of them at least, he looked capable enough.

   We had another drink and made small talk until it was time for dinner
and we went into one of the banqueting halls where there must have been at
least three hundred people milling about finding seats at the numerous
tables there. We sat down at one and introductions were made and we had an
excellent meal and when the coffee was being served, the speeches
began. This was the boring bit of how the industry had flourished over the
past year and then came some awards and I was getting fidgety and Robert
noticed this and whispered in my ear that he was bored too and would I like
to go up to his room instead of waiting till all this finished. I looked at
his wristwatch.

   `But it's only eleven o'clock,' I whispered back.

   `I'll add another fifty if we go now,' he whispered back. Well I was all
for that and said to him out loud that I was getting a headache which gave
him the excuse to make our apologies to the others at the table and he
pulled out the chair for me and we said good night and left the hall.

   He took my hand as we waited for the lift and he held it right up to the
door of his room and only let go so that he could unlock the door. He
ushered me inside and shut the door behind him and only turned on the
bathroom light which left the main part of the room in shadow but still
enough light for us to see each other.

   He pulled me into his arms and kissed me with his mouth open and I felt
his tongue push forward and so I opened mine and sucked on his tongue and
then let him suck on mine as we stood with our mouths glued to each
other. His body was pressing up against mine and I could feel that he was
hard and began to undo his belt first and slipped my hand inside and
grasped his erection. He gave out a groan as my fingers curled round it and
quickly released me to take off his jacket and tie while I still held onto
him. His shirt was soon off and I pulled his trousers down to free his
throbbing piece of meat and went down onto my knees and took him into my
mouth and gave him a few chews before sucking and licking the head of his
cock.

   `Not too much Jackie,' he said in a hoarse voice as he pulled himself
back out.  He got his feet free from his trousers and looked at me as I
hadn't as yet moved. 'Oh, yes, of course,' he stammered and went to his
jacket and pulled out his wallet and counted out two hundred and fifty
pounds and gave it to me. I thanked him and put the money in my bag and
then took off my dress as he sat down on the edge of the bed to watch me.

    I had turned so that he saw my back first, black bra, black stocking
held up by the same coloured suspender belt, the cheeks of my bum being
framed by these accessories.

   `I can't tell from this angle for you have the waist, hips and legs of a
female,' he said and I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled and then
turned round for him to see that I was indeed a male and had an erection to
prove it. `Lovely,' he breathed, `Absolutely lovely.' His eyes were
gleaming as he beckoned me closer and when close enough, took hold of my
cock and gave it a rub before taking me into his mouth. I didn't stop him
as he had to me but held his head in between my hands and let him carry on
as I gently face fucked him, coming in his mouth which he swallowed with
ease. He hadn't bothered to hold the base of my prick whilst he was sucking
but kept on rubbing his hands up and down the cheeks of my bum. It had been
a long time for me since I'd had another man suck on my cock and take it
all down. It certainly relieved the ache in my balls.

   `Now it's my turn,' he said. `I've been thinking about this ever since I
phoned the agency.' I went and got the condoms out of my bag and quickly
unwrapped one and went down onto my knees and gave his trembling cock a
kiss and a quick suck before rolling the condom down over the head and down
the shaft. I also had a tube of cream in my bag just in case I met one of
those monster men but as Robert was of an average size in that department,
I didn't need any.

   I got onto the bed and went into my favourite position. On my knees and
leaning forward on my elbows so that I could lay the side of my face on the
covers. By getting as much of my upper chest on the bed and bending my body
downwards, made my arse stick right up in the air. This was an invitation
to any erect cock and I felt the bed move as Robert got on and had his
hands run once again over the cheeks of my bum before I felt the head of
his prick probe the entrance to my cave.

   It was lovely to have the head widen me enough for it to slip inside and
then feel it pass the portals and be followed by the thickening shaft to
fill the void within me.

   `That's just great Robert,' I said with a gasp which was for his benefit
for I took him in quite easily, as his thighs pressed up to my bum. I felt
his cock throbbing and waited for him to begin and start to scratch the
itch I now had inside and gave out a gurgle as he began to move and fuck
me. How glorious it was to have a cock once again reaming me and giving me
as much pleasure as the owner was getting from doing so.

   But like all men, he didn't last two minutes before he was gripping my
hips hard and battering away at my backside in short sharp jerks as he
came.

   `That was nice and tight,' he said panting when he came to a full stop,
his cock still pulsating inside me and then I gave out that little cry when
he pulled out. I quickly turned round and pulled off the condom and took
his still wet and hard cock into my mouth to suck out the residue of his
sperm. I think he liked this extra touch and stroked my hair as I sucked on
him. `That was really great,' he said after he'd flopped down onto the bed,
lying on his back. I moved into his arms and told him that he had the
strength of a young man which pleased him and begged him to rise up soon
and have me again. This took over an hour of me sucking and playing with
his balls as well as his limp dick. I certainly worked hard for the money I
had been paid.

   It was well over an hour before, like Lazarus, he rose up from the dead
and fucked me again, lasting nearly twice as long this time. Instead of him
going down on me this time, he stayed with his cock up my arse and jerked
me off, making my load shoot out onto the bed covers.

   After the cleaning up process, we got into bed properly for me to cuddle
up to him and we drifted off to sleep. He fucked me again in the morning
and while I had a shower, he ordered breakfast to be sent up to the room. I
only put on my underwear to sit down and eat which I think pleased him and
after the meal, put on my dress, gave him a kiss and thanked him for such a
wonderful night. I also got him to promise to ring the agency the next time
he was down in London so that we could have a repeat performance.

   I took a taxi home well satisfied with what I'd been paid and having had
a cock at the same time and couldn't wait for my next job. Meanwhile, I
went and signed off from the employment exchange and waited at home for the
phone to ring. It was three days before I got the call from Samantha and
this, as I found out later, was because Davinia had already been booked
out. It was two months before I learned of her existence but there weren't
any sour grapes because she had been there first and clients had got round
to asking for her by name, as they did with me after they'd once had the
chance to fuck me.

   I had a nice surprise one morning to find that I'd received a
postcard. All that was written on it was my name and address so it could
only have been from Eddie and it had a Spanish stamp on it. On the other
side it had four small pictures with the word Murcia in the middle. They
were different scenes being Mazarron, Bolneuvo, Porte de Mazarron and La
Azohia. This last name had a faint line drawn underneath it which told me
where he was though I had to look the places up in my atlas to find
them. This only showed Mazarron but the other places must have been quite
near to this town. It was nice to know that he was now somewhere safe.

                                                         *

   So after three months of being with the agency, I was going out and
being treated to dinner and fucked nearly every night of the week. It was
around this time that I eventually bumped into Davinia in the agency
wardrobe where we were both looking for a dress to wear for our night's
date. We introduced ourselves and had a laugh for she had taken me for a
real woman though I'm pleased to say that I knew it was her straight
away. She just didn't have the aplomb that I had acquired over the years
and wasn't as good looking as me. We also laughed when we discussed the
clients we'd been out with and found that we had quite often shared the
same one, though I'm pleased to say I had more of her left overs than she
had of mine.

   I also met some of the other's that were employed by Samantha. There was
Ralph. A big young black man that was every inch the perfect gentleman and
was always requested but, he admitted sadly, that they were always women
that were twice his age and nowhere as good looking as me.

   Violet was a good laugh, a very effervescing young girl that also was in
great demand but had to take second place to Magenta. Another young thing
that even I envied for her luxuriant head of hair that went with her
name. She eventually got married and became lady Bentley, but still
continued to work on at the agency.

   It was whispered that her husband was a confirmed homosexual.

   ( Ed. Read the books Magenta, Lady Bentley and The Countess of Lark for
her story.)

   My twenty first birthday was fast approaching and I got Sally to agree
to take the night off and spend the day celebrating with me for I'd already
told Samantha well in advance that I wouldn't be available that night. We
didn't celebrate it as I had planned for I received a phone call four days
before the event.

   `Mr. Trent?' the male voice asked.

   `No. It's Miss Trent. Jackie Trent,' I replied. `Who's calling?'

   `You don't know me but I'm the vicar of your home village. I've bad news
I'm afraid. Your Aunt Julia passed away in her sleep the day before
yesterday.'

   `Oh dear God,' I said, tears springing to my eyes.

   `She's with him now. She didn't suffer. She knew she was going and
because of this I would look in every day. I'm sorry to break this news
over the phone but we've only just found your telephone number among her
papers. That is, me and her solicitor.'

   `I'd better come down to make the arrangements,' I said, not seeing my
reflection in the mirror in the hall where my phone was, for the tears
blurring my eyes. I'm sure he could tell that I was crying.

  `There's no need to rush down here for everything is in hand. She herself
had already made arrangements with the undertakers and the funeral will
take place on Wednesday.'

    My birthday!

  `Can't you change the date?' I asked.

   `No. Everything has been set in motion and the people of the village
have been told.'

   `Okay,' I said dully, `I'll be down there that morning. Thank you for
letting me know.'

   What a happy birthday that was going to be, burying your aunt on the
very day you reach twenty one. I phoned Sally when I was more composed and
she gave me her condolences and said that she wouldn't let me down and
would come with me to the funeral and then we could spend the night
somewhere to celebrated my belated birthday. Which I read to mean that she
would fuck me as much as she could in appeasement. Well I expected it
anyway, but didn't say this as I thanked her.

   I went out and bought a black dress that was suitable for the funeral
but one that could also be used for my agency work too. Do you know that
for the life of me I cannot remember the next three men I went out with on
my escort duties. I know I was nicely fucked by all three, but how, where
and what else we did, I just cannot bring those men up in my mind.

   I was late getting home, well, the early hours of the morning and went
to bed and when I woke up wished myself a happy but miserable birthday. I'd
never felt so down in my life, except when I had finally realised I'd been
knifed in the throat and couldn't sing anymore. That was how low I felt on
that morning which should have been one of my happiest. I wasn't even
dressed when Sally called round and she only had coffee while I picked at
the breakfast I'd made for myself. I then had my shower and got dressed and
unconsciously dressed as I normally did in my underwear and dress.

   `Don't they know you as a man?' She asked me and I looked at her dressed
as I was in female attire.

   `I'll tell them that I was always a tomboy as they knew me but I was
really a girl. What about you?'

   `No one's going to pay any attention to me, besides, I've changed quite
a bit since we left the village. They won't remember me, but with you it
will be different.'

   `Well I've got an answer for that,' I said, an excuse which I found I
had to use later in the day.

   We left my flat and took a taxi to the station and then another local
taxi when we arrived to take us to my late aunt's home. It brought back
both happy and sad memories, the latter being most predominate of when I
knocked my uncle out of the window for him to fall to his death. It was
this that had brought her out of the invalid state that she had been in for
the past few years prior. Whether she knew of his proclivities or not, I
never found out, but with his passing, she came back to life, but now she
was gone and the place seemed strange without seeing her around the place.

*