1. Bobbi


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

    and producers. This is also a place to wind out your career when you find out that stardom is harder to achieve than you thought, and get a job as a dance teacher for a new crop of hopefuls, or a receptionist for a producer where you can usher those same hopefuls toward that casting couch that is still warm from your own turn on it. I took a few minutes to stop into the Coffee Shop near the department store for a soda, and pop into their Ladies Room to put on my make-up, bra, and jewelry as I did each evening on my way home from work. I got a big smile and a little wave from the Puerto Rican boy behind the counter when I walked in. I smiled back at him, and parked my canvas bag on the counter with him while I used the Ladies Room. His smile was even broader when I emerged all made-up. &#034You early tonight, si?&#034 he said with a heavy accent. &#034Yes,&#034 I answered. &#034I'm going to dancing class.&#034 He added a nod to the smile as he brought my soda, but said no more as he went back to his station at the end of the counter. His boss did not like him to talk to the customers. I finished the soda, and gave him a smile of my own as I left. I walked up 5th Avenue to 42nd Street then crosstown to Times Square. I looked over all the theater marquees as I turned again uptown through Times Square on Broadway. I was daydreaming of what it would be like to have my name up there as the leading lady in a musical. It was a pleasant thought, but a goal that was a long way off, and ...
    rather unrealistic. I would settle for a job as a chorus girl, but I wanted that job as a woman instead of just being one of the TV's in the &#034G.G.Girls&#034 chorus line. I made up my mind then to set that as a goal. I got to the &#034Stage Door Dance Academy&#034 about twenty-five minutes early. There was nothing at all fancy about the place. The little outer office was plain with just a few chairs, and a small desk behind which sat a small middle aged woman. &#034May I help you?&#034 she asked as I came in. I told her my name, and she said, &#034Oh yes, you're just starting tonight. We have a few forms to fill out, and then Toni wants to see you before class.&#034 She handed me a clipboard with some papers on it, and I sat down to fill them out. They were standard name and address, contract, and insurance forms, and I was done with them quickly. I handed them back to her, and she said, &#034Okay, come with me, and I'll take you back to meet Toni.&#034 My dancing career was about to begin. A door in the reception area led back to the dance floor. It was just a big room with a wooden floor about thirty feet square. One wall was all windows looking onto 48th Street, and another was all mirrors. A dancer's bar ran around most of the walls except for the one with the windows. An odd assortment of crude props cluttered one corner, and an upright piano filled another next to which was a bookcase full of tapes and records with a small hi-fi set on top. Over on one wall near the ...
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