Part 2.
Once inside we had a good chat and a glass of wine each. We sat next to each other on the sofa and Jenny made herself comfy, kicking off her shoes and putting her legs up on the sofa. We had a good chat, but we did not get ‘close’ at all. I had done the usual male thing in my mind, thinking that she would definitely ‘get it!’
Although not overtly nosey, Jenny was very intrigued as to where I had got the money from to live in such a nice house and drive such a car. She new I was a teacher and knew although decent money that the sums just didn’t compute.
I told her I did a bit of ‘acting’ a bit of ‘theatre’. This just made her worse! I was backing myself into a corner, and I wasn’t really comfortable. The more I said ‘lets just leave it’ the more she pried.
She went upstairs to use the loo, and when she returned, she said said that there was definitely a female living in my house with me, as the upstairs of my house was just totally feminine. I dismissed her revelations by saying my mum had been down and stayed a few weeks previous and put her mark on the bathroom!
She asked for a tour of the house, but I just had to decline, knowing what the rooms were like upstairs.
That evening concluded with a nice french kiss on the sofa, and I did manage a feel of her lovely boobs as we did so.
Jenny made it quite clear that she did fancy me, and she was very turned on by the kissing and groping. She explained that in good time she thought we would go further, but her head was still mixed up, and I should remain patient, if I could.
I respected her wishes, and again she left, this time in a taxi.
We went out a few other times, but never coming back to my house. We always went back to hers. This was my decision to avoid the awkwardness of my house situation.
We started to have regular sex, and although it was OK, it was nothing really special, and when I tried to push her very limited boundaries, she was very reluctant to explore, or move on.
I decided one night that I was going to tell her everything about me, and more importantly, about Tina. We had been seeing each other now for some 4 or 5 months, and it was now or never.
I drove up the gravel drive to my place and we walked hand in hand up the paved way to my front door.
My heart was pounding as I knew what i was going to do, what I was going to show her and say to her, and wondered what her reaction was going to be.
She plonked herself on the sofa and I poured the wine.
“Jenny, do you think there is anything odd about me when we are in bed?” I put it bluntly.
“Only that you are a deviant!” she laughed, “I know you are obviously very experienced - is that it?”
“Do you not think I am a bit obsessed with anal?”
“yes, but I’m getting used to the idea now!”
‘Oh fuck it!’I thought.
I explained to Jenny about the theatre. I told her I was a cross dresser, and that I made money from my cross dressing.
“A drag act?” she asked. She was serious, and not joking about like I thought she may.
I produced a photo album out of the cupboard. It was a an album I used with new clients - like a menu.
It showed pictures of me dressed up, each page was a different ‘persona’. Secretary, busty barmaid, nurse, dominant PVC slut, and even some schoolgirl pictures.
The first few photos were just of my face, showing different types and methods of make up, then the rest were different outfits, and finally there were 20 or so photos from my web site, showing me parting in sex with men, females and other TVs.
I would give the album to new punters at the meet and greet stage, where they would decide what they wanted me to wear for the meet. It was a good way of breaking the ice, and had always worked well for me. Some guys were so turned on by the time I came back down in the desired outfit, that they were almost ready to burst!
“I’d like you to meet Tina!” I gave her the album.
On the front cover in big letters the album says ‘Never mind the bollocks - here’s Tina Sparx. In the same theme and lettering as the Sex Pistols ‘Never Mind the Bollocks’ music album from the 1970’s.
Very warily she opened the front cover of the folder.
“MY GOD! IS THAT YOU?” she exclaimed.
It was a good photo I had done professionally at a studio in London. It was just a picture of my head, but the make up was very well done, and my hair and jewellery was class. Yes - It was a good picture.
“Indeed it is Jenny” that is Tina.
She was amazed at the photographs, totally amazed. She could not get over the size of my boobs, and conversely, how did I manage to ‘hide’ them during the day when I was in male mode.
I explained all, but here is not the place for talking about it (that’s another story!), and she continued to flick through the photos.
She said how happy I looked in all the photo’s and I obviously loved dressing and being Tina.
I told her it was a complete and utter alter ego, and that is where the ‘theatre’ theme came from. It is like make believe.
“So, you get paid just for modelling like this?” she naively asked.
“Not exactly Jenny” I replied.
I took the album off her, as I knew she about to reach the XXX section, and I didn’t think she was ready for the shock!
I poured her more wine.
“I’m bisexual Jenny”. I just let it out.
“Ah! That’s why the anal thing?”
“Yes”.
“And you have sex with men when dressed like this?”
“Yes. For money”.
The room went silent, you could hear a pin drop.
“How totally wonderful! - getting paid for doing something you love” she looked me in the eye and was obviously pleased for me. “I just want to say this - I do not judge anyone, and I think it’s great you have told me, and I don’t think any different of you, not one bit”
What a relief! We had a nice long kiss and I told her I was pleased that she approved.
I took hold of the album and flicked to a page that showed me with a man. The page I purposely picked showed me with a young good looking guy, with me sat next to him on the very sofa we were sat at now! It showed me dressed in black PVC with thigh boots, my legs were crossed, I was smoking as we were chatting, and he had his hand on my thigh.
“I knew there was something about the way you smoke!” Jenny laughed. “I always thought you smoked like a woman! - and I don’t know any men that smoke Superkings, only women!”
I knew I had really let my guard down by this, and she wasn’t the only person to comment on it.
Looking close at the photo she said how nice looking he was. “Why would he pay to go with you?”
“Because they will Jenny, it’s a bit of a niche market. He’s married with a small child”.
She flicked over the page and the next photo showed me with his gorgeous hard cock in my mouth.
“That is just incredible!” was her reply.
I told her to carry on going through the book.
She looked closely at every page, taking in every detail. She saw everything. All my personas with all types of people, all having full sex.
I told her they were all stills from my web site, and all the films were available for people to view at a small cost.
“Excellent! She said, no wonder you are rich!”
I told her that hardly any escorts are rich, but it ticks over.
She seemed quite happy looking at the photos when I was with nice looking, young, fit chaps, but quite the opposite when the pictures showed me pleasuring old, fat and ugly men.
“All in days work Jenny” I laughed. “in this business you don’t want to be turning people away, as they may be your last. You are only as good as your last trick.”
We got ourselves comfy again, and sat back to chat more.
Jenny explained to me that she had had lots of lesbian thoughts and although she had never touched another female, the pictures she had just witnessed had got her mind racing. She said that one day she would love to meet Tina. |
Keep up the hard work 
