1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    through the crowd to the back bar where Emma was holding court, and introduced her. &#034If you're a friend of Bobbi's, you get the first drink free,&#034 said Emma. &#034I'm more than Bobbi's friend,&#034 replied Edith. &#034I'm her mother.&#034 In all the time I had known Emma, I had never seen her be surprised by anything, but that seemed to shake her. &#034You're her mother?&#034 Emma asked. &#034Yes,&#034 Edith answered, &#034and I'm very proud of my daughter. I came to see her dance tonight.&#034 I had to get backstage, so I asked Emma to make sure that Edith got seated at Jerry's table. I left them talking to each other like old friends. I had to get on the job for the last time here. Most of the girls were already in the dressing room by the time I got there, but Patty was conspicuous by her absence. I hoped she was just late, and not taking the night off. I was friendly with all of the girls in a sort of general way, but Patty was the only one I actually thought of as a friend in the real sense of the word. I did not want my last show as one of the G.G.Girls Chorus Line to go by without seeing her. I changed quietly in my part of the room with only a few remarks to the others. It was now almost nine o'clock, and still no Patty. Then a commotion broke out in the hall. Hardly a night went by here without some sort of shouting match, so that was not an unusual thing to happen. With all the Pre-Op and Post-Op Transsexuals around in various levels of hormone therapy, ...
    things were bound to get a little crazy as body chemistry fluctuated all over the place, swinging moods on an emotional t****ze. We all just stopped to listen, so we could tell if it was someone we knew, if a fight was breaking out, if someone had pulled a knife, or if someone was about to pull a gun. Arguments were daily, fights were weekly, knives were drawn about once a month, and the bar was good for about one gun incident a year. I do not recall anyone ever getting seriously hurt in the bar. That sort of mayhem was reserved for the street outside. The Gilded G**** was our protection from it all. Outside, the world was bent on mutual destruction, but in here, we had a relative degree of safety. The weapons might be brandished, but never used. It was a strange state of affair. The voices in the hall soon resolved into Tina's and a much deeper male voice that sounded familiar, but I could not quite place. I could not make out the first parts of the argument, but as the voices got closer, I heard Tina say angrily, &#034You fucking better not be this fucking late ever again, or I'll kick your fucking skinny whore ass off the stage!&#034 The deeper voice retorted, &#034All right! Let up on it! I told you it wouldn't happen again, so let me get ready.&#034 The door opened, and in stepped Patty with Tina right behind her. &#034Get ready, bitch!&#034 Tina shouted. &#034We'll finish this later!&#034 Tina left, slamming the door behind her, and Patty came over to our area to change. ...
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