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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
arms. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You have lovely skin," replied Helen. "I'd very much like to touch more of it." Helen looked me in the eyes with a look that I had up to then only seen in the eyes of men intent upon seducing me. Before I could speak, she said, "You don't belong out on the street. You could make a lot more money, and live a lot easier working with me. I have two other girls, and I act as a sort of 'agent' for them. I take the calls, set up the dates, and you get ninety percent of the fee plus any extras the client might give you. Think about it. I'll give you my card in the morning when I get my purse back. You can call me, and we'll have lunch to talk it over. That way maybe we can get to know each other a lot better too." Helen was a Lesbian! She had all but just flat out propositioned me. I had to say something. "I think you've got the wrong idea about me," I said. "Oh?" Helen replied. "Can I trust you with a secret?" I asked. Helen nodded. "I think I'm in the wrong cell," I said. "I was arrested for prostitution, but despite the dress and lingerie... I'm really a boy!" Helen looked at me in surprised disbelief. She stood close in front of me, pulled my dress to the floor, and reached back into my crotch gripping my little penis gently between her fingers. Her eyes grew even wider in surprise as she did. "I don't believe it," she said calmly. "You even had me fooled. ... It's no wonder the cops didn't catch on." "Do you still want me working for you?" I asked picking up my dress, and hanging it on the hook next to Helen's. She gave me a sly smile, and said, "Yes! Yes I do. I know a few clients who just might appreciate your special talents. We'll talk over lunch." Helen helped me into the top bunk, and gave my ass a playful squeeze in doing so. "I prefer women as lovers," she said, "but I might just make an exception with you!" Then she kissed me quickly on the lips, and slid into her bunk. I lay back to think. Was I now to be a call-girl too? It took me only a minute to fall asl**p. It had been a long day. = = * = = The lights came on, and a loud bell jarred us all out of our fitful sl**p. "Six o'clock, ladies!" shouted a voice on the public address system. "Rise and shine! Breakfast starts in thirty minutes!" I stretched under the cover of a single, rough, woolen blanket. It took me a minute to remember where I was. I looked around to see the others dragging themselves out of the bunks. I slid my legs over the edge of the bunk, and sat there for a minute to adjust my bra. For obvious reasons, I had not taken it off last night, and it had twisted to let my falsies show a bit. Luckily the others could not see it under my full slip. While I was doing it, I felt dainty fingers run their nails gently up the back of the calf of my right leg. I looked down, and saw Helen getting out of the bunk ...