The rest of the week passed in much the same manner and it seemed that Donny was happy with his new recruits. One thing that surprised Jamie was the change in Frankie. He still came to work dressed as a young man and a rather shy one at that, but once he was dressed and made up, the change in him was astounding. He was already wearing six-inch heels, and he flirted outrageously with the patrons, being quite happy to sit on their knees and stroke their hair as they ran their hands up his legs and under his skirt.

One evening the club was crowded and the girls were run off their feet serving the customers. There was a brief lull and Jamie and Frankie were sipping on a glass of mineral water when Jamie suddenly stared across the room in astonishment.

“What's wrong, honey? You've gone pale,” said Frankie.

“You see that man over on table 8? That's my old boss Fred Green the grocer. The rat still owes me five pounds for my last week's work. He kept it back in lieu of notice. I bet Olive, his wife, doesn't know he's here.”

“Really? This could be fun,” said Frankie, and before Jamie could stop him, he was making his way across to the table where Fred Green sat with his friends. Pausing beside Fred, Frankie ruffled his hair saying “Hi, honey, would you like to buy me a drink?”, and sat on Fred's lap. Fred turned red as his friends all laughed.

“She knows a big spender when she sees one, Fred,” laughed one man, obviously referring to the fact that Fred was notoriously tight with his money.

“How about a bottle of champagne? It'll only cost you a tenner,” purred Frankie.

Fred was spluttering: “I've got a beer, that'll do me.”

Frankie leaned over and whispered in his ear. Fred turned from red to purple, but when Frankie got to his feet, Fred pulled out his wallet and reluctantly extracted a ten-pound note. His friends roared with laughter.

“Anyone got a camera? Never seen Fred spend that much before,” laughed one.

Frankie took the note and sashayed over to the bar, returning to the table with the bottle and enough glasses for all the men. It wasn't real champagne of course, but the men had already had plenty to drink and wouldn't notice the difference.

Jamie had watched the whole episode with his mouth open, and when Frankie produced a five pound note and gave it to him, he whispered, “How did you do that?”

“The champagne is only a fiver a bottle but Fred doesn't need to know that. When he was reluctant to buy it I whispered in his ear that I must mention to Olive that I'd seen her husband in the club, the next time I saw her. That convinced him,” Frankie said with a smile. “So now you've got the money he owes you. I'd stay away from his table if I were you. He probably won't recognise you, but it's best not to take chances. I don't think he'll ever come here again!”

Another evening which was particularly busy, Jamie noticed that Frankie wasn't around which seemed strange until he finally saw him coming down the stairs from the bedroom area, with an overweight man in his fifties who was wearing an expensive suit. The man had his arm around Frankie's waist and partway down the stairs they stopped to exchange a kiss. Later, during a break, Jamie asked him about the man and what Frankie had been doing with him.

“Oh just the usual, you know?” said Frankie carelessly. Jamie didn't know but felt it would be prying to ask.

“They all want it and their wives won't give it to them which is why they are willing to pay so well for it,” Frankie added by way of explanation. Then he looked at Jamie: “You don't have a clue what I'm talking about do you?” he asked. Jamie shook his head, and Frankie moved closer to him and whispered in his ear.

Jamie sat back shocked: “And you're happy to do that with them?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Frankie. “Wouldn't you for ten pounds?”

“I'm not sure I could,” said Jamie.

“Well, most women are happy to do it for their man. You should try it, you might enjoy it,” said Frankie.

When it came time to divide up the tips, the takings were up for the week and when Jamie and Frankie received their portions, Donny said quietly to them that he put it down to them being a novelty and looking so sexy.

“Don't tell the other girls I said so, “ he said with a grin. “Some of them can be real bitches, even if they aren't really, if you know what I mean.”

Going home with sixteen pounds each, paid in cash, plus the ten-pound bonus for Frankie, both of the new recruits decided that they had made the right move in going to work at Lewy's.

The following week was much the same as the first one and Jamie was now getting quite used to being a part-time girl, and really enjoying it. Several more times he noticed that Frankie disappeared upstairs with a client, but so far no-one had asked him to do so. Frankie had given him some tuition on how to really give a man his money's worth and inevitably the day came when a slightly overweight businessman in an expensive suit suggested that they go upstairs for a while. Obviously it wasn't his first time, but it would be Jamie's..

Jamie told the man it was twenty pounds which he willingly handed over to the barman, who told him the number of the room to use. With that they both walked up the stairs, the man putting his arm around Jamie's waist. Jamie's heart was beating fast. Could he go through with what he was expected to do?

The room was lit only with a single bedside lamp with a red shade. As soon as they entered the room, the man grabbed Jamie, and pulling him close began to kiss him, pushing his tongue down Jamie's throat. Jamie could taste the alcohol on his tongue and feel the man getting aroused, so he reached down and stroked him through his trousers and then, sinking to his knees, he unzipped the man, extracting his thick hard manhood which was already oozing pre-seminal fluid. It quivered as he began to stroke it and take it in his mouth just as Frankie had instructed him, licking and flicking his tongue beneath the swollen head. The man groaned with pleasure.

Jamie actually found it surprisingly pleasant and when the man finally orgasmed, he had no trouble in swallowing everything the man produced and licking him clean of all traces of semen. As the client became limp, Jamie stood up and helped the man zip up his trousers. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wallet and gave Jamie ten pounds, saying “That was just what I needed doll, here's a bonus just for you.” Then they left the room and went downstairs. Frankie saw them coming and gave Jamie a big grin as if to say 'That wasn't so bad was it?'

Going to the bar, Jamie handed over his ten-pound bonus.

Later, during their break, Frankie couldn't wait to ask Jamie about his encounter.

“How did you find it?” he asked, and when Jamie hesitated, he said
“You little tart, you loved it didn't you”

Jamie decided to come clean: “OK, yes I did. I never felt so much like a woman as when I was on my knees in front of him. It's what they must feel like when they give themselves to a man, total submission but still being in control. It felt very erotic.”

“And you can't wait to do it again, can you?”

“Well the money is good,” admitted Jamie.

“Speaking of which, there's something I want to talk to you about. You must have seen how much I change when I'm dressed like this. The thing is I'd like to dress like a girl all the time, just like Cheryl and Tina do. You do know they live together don't you?” Frankie said, referring to two of the girls in the show.

“So why don't you?” said Jamie.

“I can't, not while I'm living at home. All my parents know is that I work as a waiter at a restaurant that stays open late, but they have no idea that I do it dressed like this, and as for going upstairs...well they'd probably faint if they knew. I'd like to rent my own place but I can't really afford it, so what I'm wondering is, would you be interested in sharing a flat with me? You don't have to dress as a girl all the time if you don't want to, the choice is yours.”

Jamie's heart began to pound. The thought of being a girl twenty-four seven was certainly appealing. He'd have to buy some clothes of course, but he was now earning a lot more money than at his first job delivering groceries.

“Let me sleep on it,” he said. “I'll let you know tomorrow.”

Of course, there was really no doubt in Jamie's mind, the chance of dressing as a girl any time he wanted was too tempting and when he saw Frankie the next day he agreed that they should look for a two-bedroom flat in the Soho area, preferably within walking distance of the club.

They used their time off to call at the local estate agents and look for flats. The agents probably thought two young men with unusually long hair wanting to take a flat together were gay, but it didn't bother them. It was probably an advantage, since they had found from experience that gay men were a lot more houseproud than straight men, and would keep the flat clean and in good condition.

It only took a few weeks until they found a furnished flat with two smallish bedrooms, a kitchenette, lounge/dining area, bathroom and toilet, and a tiny laundry which already included a washing machine. Frankie had been right, individually they could never have afforded it, but sharing the rent and running expenses was no problem. A bonus was that it was only ten minutes' walk from the nightclub so that was ideal. A bonus was that they would each save a lot of money and time on train travel.

Jamie had already bought some women's clothes for daywear which he kept in his bedroom at his mother's home. She was quite comfortable with the fact that her only son now made his living dressed as a woman, and wasn't surprised to learn that he sometimes chose to wear women's clothing when not at work, although she'd never actually seen him dressed that way. When he broke the news that he and Frankie were going to share a flat in Soho, she was a little sad but realised that it was far more practical than living at home with the long trip to and from work every day. Jamie promised that he would come to see her on a regular basis.

Until they rented the flat, Frankie had only a few items of lingerie of his own, but now that he had somewhere to keep his clothes, he went on a spending spree and soon the wardrobe in his room was almost full with the wide variety of skirts, dresses and shoes. His dressing table drawers were also filling up with satin and lace lingerie in a variety of colours.

In the next few days, two more men invited Jamie to join them in one of the bedrooms for the same purpose as before. Jamie was really enjoying this extra activity, plus the bonus money. Then one day something different happened. A tall slim man of about twenty-five with long fair hair came to the club and after sneaking glances for a while, he asked if Jamie would go with him to a bedroom. When they were alone, and the door bolted to make sure there were no accidental interruptions, Jamie was about to get on his knees when the young man stopped him.

“Do you mind if I give you head instead?” he asked.

Jamie said 'You're paying for my time. Within reason, anything you want to do is up to you.' It would actually be the first time Jamie had received rather than given, so the thought excited him.

“So you're ok with it?” said the young man.

“Sure,” Jamie said. “Be my guest.”

“My name's Michaela,” said the young man as he started to remove his coat and tie. With an effort, Jamie stopped himself from raising his eyebrows. He fully expected Michaela to strip naked but he had a surprise as all was revealed. As Michaela removed his shirt, he revealed that he was wearing a black lace camisole. Removal of his trousers revealed black panties, suspender belt, and sheer black nylons. Reaching into a bag he had been carrying, he produced a pair of black pumps with three-inch heels and slipped them on.

Jamie had an idea. “Would you like some lipstick?” he asked.

“May I? That would be wonderful,” said Michaela. Jaimie led him to the dressing table and after he sat down in front of the mirror, Jamie sat beside him and applied lipstick to his lips. With his long blonde wavy hair, he looked quite feminine.

“Do you ever kiss clients?” Michaela asked. On all previous occasions men had wanted Jamie to use his lips for something else entirely, and the ones who did kiss him on the lips didn't do it in a sensuous manner, but he suspected this young man would be different.

“Sure,” Jamie replied. He leaned forward and they started to kiss. At first, it was gentle, but it gradually intensified as their mouths opened, tongues began to circling and teeth grinding. Standing up, and with their arms around each other and bodies pressed tightly together, it was obvious to themselves and each other that they were both becoming very aroused.

“I need to do this,” groaned Michaela as she sank to her knees in front of Jamie who by now had removed her gaff and was totally erect. Michaela reached up under Jamie's skirt to pull her panties down and started to suck her. Jamie could feel herself quivering at the sensations that Michaela's lips and tongue were generating. For the first time, she realised the effect she had on men.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” she gasped. Michaela's mouth was too full to answer, but she nodded vigorously. Jamie enjoyed the delicious sensation of holding back as long as she could, but finally, there came a point where she could wait no longer, and she released jets of pent-up semen into Michaela's mouth. She half expected Michaela to spit it out, but instead, it was obvious that she was greedily swallowing every last drop.

As Jamie's tumescence gradually subsided, Michaela reluctantly let her slip out of his mouth.

“That was awesome,” he said, still panting. “For me too,” replied Jamie. He had another idea.

Waiting until they were descending the stairs, he said quietly: “I couldn't ask you in the room as there's a camera and microphone there for the girls' security, but would you like to meet up again outside the club? Frankie and I have a flat nearby.”

“Could I?” said Michaela. “That would be amazing.”

“I'll slip you my phone number when I bring you a drink after we go downstairs. Don't let anyone see it or I may lose my job,” replied Jamie, realising that he was taking a risk.

As he and Michaela shared a final kiss and walked down the stairs, they passed Frankie and a customer going up. Frankie winked at Jamie. As promised, Jamie slipped Michaela his phone number as he delivered him a drink

“Leave me a message if I'm not home and we can arrange to meet up again,” he whispered.

To be continued

Next time – Jamie finds it's not all smooth sailing at the club.