Chapter 36 - Mike visits the club

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men only need a Place." Billy Crystal

The girls at the club had taken to meeting for a nightly gab session after closing. Everyone had really come to love these intimate times of sharing. At first everyone would discuss only girly things like hair, makeup, and fashions. Daisy became a font on information on these topics. If she didn't know an answer, Daisy would consult with her tutors and return the next day with a response. She tried to avoid being 'in charge' but her education and natural leadership skills couldn't be hidden. Everyone looked to her as their leader. All the girls started to imitate Daisy, from her mannerisms to her style of dress. As the girl's admiration for Daisy grew, their makeup became less garish; their outfits went from trashy to classy. Everyone started to like each other-and more importantly they started to like themselves.

Daisy made it a point to never lecture and tried to avoid philosophical issues. Despite her best efforts, today's conversation settled on sexual orientation and how each girl viewed herself on the gender spectrum. One by one, they contributed their opinions and life experience. Paula shocked everyone by claiming, from his earliest memories he always had Daddy issues. "At 16 his mother and siblings were gone off visiting relatives, leave Paula and his stepfather alone for a three day weekend. He put on some lipstick, put his hair in a high ponytail wore his mother's sexiest underwear to seduce his stepfather. The bastard resisted for all of a day before he had me bent over the hood of his car in the garage."

Then Candy's contribution had everyone shaking their heads, "My sex life is really kind of private; sex is nobody's business except the three, four or five people involved."

Georgette contributed that his road to feminization was a bit different from most. He had started here at the club as George, a straight man. To keep his job, he was forced to wear woman's cloths. At first he hated it; but his experiences with his first boyfriend caused his opinions to change. He morphed into a panty loving sissy. If he was pushed to identify himself now he would say he was a first class cock sucker. "I'll bet my next paycheck I'm better at it than anyone here." He bragged.

Everyone laughed at that. A number of the girls were willing to take up the challenge. After some discussion, it was dropped as there was no way to quantify how the winner would be determined. Peer pressure finally forced a response from Daisy.

After pondering the issue for some time, Daisy opened up, "Friends, I don't know how to answer you. I am unable to firmly locate myself on the gender spectrum. Growing up and into adulthood I was happy being a boy and then a man. I never wanted to be a woman, not sure I do now. However, I do admit I love wearing pretty clothes, makeup, and perfume. Most days I view myself as nothing more than a man in a dress. Most mental health professions would probably classify me as transvestite. When I think about all the lovely clothes in my closet and get a warm fuzzy feeling all over, I would have to agree I am a transvestite.

"However, when I'm with my special guy I want to do anything to please him, it's so nice to be held and loved so apparently I'm gay. Then there are days where the gay tag just isn't accurate because I wish I really was a woman and am sure I'm transgender. It is really confusing, days like today I know I am a woman. My true spirit is feminine, Mother Nature just screwed up my plumbing. So you all tell me what I am."

Sophie stood and made an announcement, "That's a great speech Daisy. As you know not all of us want to be woman; we just like visiting from time to time. Personally, when I get off work, I normally go back to boy mode. I don't ever want to give that up. Being a passable bisexual transvestite, I figure I am a member of a privileged class. I have the best of all worlds. I mean, why limit yourself. I have almost an inexhaustible combinations of partners.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get all preachy on you but if we are going to be good friends I wanted to let you all know who I am. 'I is no transsexual, I is just a lovable tranny with tits'. Of course mine aren't as magnificent as Ms. Daisy's." This brought the entire crowd to cheers.

Daisy stood and said, "Hold on girls. I have something to say. I realize we all make a living as entertainers. I know we are waitresses, but think about it. We are here to entertain the perverts that frequent this bar. The more we flirt and expose ourselves, the bigger tips we get. Since I acquired these big accessories my tips have escalated. As a result, I suspect a lot of you have boob envy. Let me tell you having a rack this size isn't all rainbows and unicorns. My back aches all the time. When I wear a support bra the straps dig into my shoulders. Walking or riding in a car the jiggling never stops. It's so embarrassing. Nip slips are a frequent fact of life and happen when I least expect them.

"It is impossible to have a simple conversation with anybody. I can't maintain eye contact with anyone guy or gal. Forget about walking on the street, even little kids stare and point. Even hugging someone has become tricky, the girls get there before my arms do. Hell even knock, knock jokes take on a whole new meaning."

As the group broke up Paula mumbled, "Maybe we should get Daisy some cheese to go with her whine."

Sophie stared daggers at her co-worker as she maneuvered Daisy to the side for an individual hug and kiss on the cheek. As they were about to separate, Sophie grabbed Daisy by the shoulders and pulled her face in close and kissed her full on the lips, a very chaste kiss but one that spoke volumes about friendships and acceptance.

Grinning at the surprised Daisy, Sophie said, "I warned you, I swing both ways. Later maybe we can get to 'know' each other a lot better, if you know what I mean?"

"Thanks Sophie I'll take your offer under advisement. I'll have my secretary get in touch with yours," Daisy replied with a somewhat dazed smile.

At that moment, to Daisy's utter amazement, Linda walked into the club. It took Linda only a few moments to pick Daisy out of the group and she pulled Daisy to one side to keep their conversation secret before she said, "Come with me. Steve needs to talk to you. Now."

"Steve? As in government agent man Steve?"

"Yep that's the one. Come with me, he's waiting for you in the alley out back by the loading dock." She pulled Daisy along by the arm and Daisy had no choice but to stumble along.

Linda led the way to the back service entry. Opening the door, she motioned for Daisy to go through.

A concerned Daisy turned to Linda, "Aren't you coming?"

Linda shook her head. "No. He was very clear he wanted to talk to you alone."

Daisy cautiously stepped out and Linda pulled it closed, trapping Daisy in the alley. Once the door had closed it became as black as the grave. There was not a single light visible, the overcast skies completely blocking the moon and stars. It also appeared someone had broken the street light. Daisy stood still perfectly afraid to move, waiting for his night vision to kick in. Then off to the left, from deep in a doorway the glow of a cigarette shown like a beacon.

"Over her Daisy", came a deep, gravely smokers voice reminiscent of Bea Arthur.

Daisy walked cautiously careful not to stumble in her 5 inch heels over the trash littering the alley. Eventually reaching the dark alcove.

Jack spoke using his well-practiced Daisy voice, "Is that you Steve? It's so spooky out here, I can't see anything. Can't we go someplace else?"

"No I picked this place specifically for its privacy. If you can't see me from three feet away and I can't see you, then no one else will be able to identify us either. I needed to talk to you in private."

Then Steve thought to himself, 'Besides I don't want to get too heavy a dose of his perfume.'

"You're scaring me, what's going on?"

Steve took a deep breath and said, "What I'm about to tell you must stay here. No one else is to know what we discussed."

"Surely I can tell Linda, she is going to want to know."

Steve pulled a scarf tightly about his neck as a cool ocean breeze whipped up the canyon of the alley.

"Listen up Jack, NSA has intercepted an email sent to Ivan. The essence of the message was a warning that a government agent had penetrated his inner circle of contacts. We have no idea who Ivan's mole is. So we can't take any chances. This whole affair is classified top secret and on a strictly need to know basis.

"We know for a fact that he is having you checked out again. You were checked when he first met you and they are doing it again. He sent people to your old company, under the pretense of being FBI agents conducting a security update. They were asking about you and your relationship with Rose. They also have interviewed your neighbors, and even talked to people at the club where you were outed."

"Oh my God get me out of here!"

Jack's heart was pounding and thumping in his ears that he almost did not hear Steve tell him, "Relax. So far your cover is intact. I, Fred, Linda and my boss are the only ones who know your true identity. None of us can be the mole because the email did not identify you or your position. No one else has been read into the operation. It must be someone on the periphery of the case. We are running background checks on everyone, I'm almost positive we'll find him or her before it is too late.

"We even kept you in the dark about most of what we did to you during your preparation time for this mission. That way you couldn't accidently let information slip out. That also ensured your reactions would be genuine. Rose fought us on a lot of the things we demanded of her, arguing we were being too tough on you. "

"Really she did that. Why didn’t she tell me?"

"We wouldn’t let her. It seems we were correct, as everyone has backed up your cover story."

A nervous Jack chewed on his lower lip, "You don't understand. I know Ivan, if he has everyone checked out and can't find the rat, he will keep digging until he finds it. He'll figure out that it's me." Jack was working himself up into a panic attack.

Jack couldn't see him nod in acknowledgment, so Steve tried to make his voice as calming as he could. "That is exactly what we thought too. So we are going to give him a patsy to take any focus away from you. We've been watching his main guy, Anatoly, who has a girlfriend that is a strung out junkie. Our plan is to quietly scoop her up, send her to rehab, and then the witness protection program. She'll be spending her future in Montana. Once she is out of the picture we will send a uniformed agent to their apartment looking for her while claiming to be her brother. It is subtle; but hopefully will give Ivan a scape goat."

"What do I do now?" The plan was only slightly reassuring, but he had enough experience now to know that he had no choice but to hope that it would work.

"Relax and continue to do what you've been doing. Your reports about who Ivan has been in contact with has helped us build a list of all his confederates. Keep up the good work. As a word of caution, don't ask too many questions, if it seems you are prying it might raise suspicions. Just keep your eye and ears open."

Steve reached into his purse and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he asked Daisy if he wanted a smoke. It was one of the few times in his life that Jack said he would take one. It was apparent that Steve could see better than Jack because Steve's hand touched his own with the cigarette.

Daisy put one in his mouth as Steve struck a match. Like a good gentleman he lit Daisy’s smoke and then his own. The flare of the match partially blinded Jack, so he only got a very brief glimpse of Steve. From what he saw, he never would have recognized the person standing before him. He was not sure he would recognize Steve again if they ran into each other.

Steve quietly disappeared at some point, but Daisy never heard him leave. Daisy took the time to quietly breathe in the tobacco smoke and try to get control of his jangled nerves.

After finishing his smoke, Daisy rejoined the other waitresses. The Friday night rush had started. Several hours in, Paula asked for help, her section was crazy. She had two large parties and everyone was drunk and being rowdy. Daisy broke away from her section and headed over to help.

Jack almost had another anxiety attack when recognized the most boisterous drunk was Mike his old boss. Jack quickly went through his options, run and hide or stay and help out his friends with the rowdy group. Thinking on his feet, he quickly came up with a game plan he prayed would work. He would draw attention away from the face, by flaunting his spectacular curves he hoped to prevent discovery. He undid two buttons on his blouse, trying to focus everyone's attention on his massive décolletage. He reached into his bra and readjusted his girls into 'a cup runneth over' look.

Jack helped out all he could and tried to remain in the background as much as possible. While carrying a fully load tray of drinks, the guys grabbed them off his try rather than wait to be served. Jack noticed Mike was wearing a wedding ring. With his interest peaked, Daisy stood behind Mike, close enough to eavesdrop on the group's conversation. Daisy overheard the other guys giving Mike a hard time about his wife. "We are surprised the old ball and chain let you join us Mike. How the hell did the old confirmed bachelor and perpetual playboy, end up married?"

Mike testily responded, "Get off my case guys. I had been fucking this gal from work for a long time. She was married to one of my employees so I figured I was safe. Then the bitch threw her husband out. Naturally she turned to me for consolation. The bitch stopped taking the pill. Her husband had been trying for years to give her a baby. Well mister stud here only took about two tries to put a bun in her oven. Anyway, after she told me she was KNOCKED UP with my kid I was kind of forced to do the right thing. I married that redheaded hot tempered bitch.

Everyone laughed, "Yeah, the way we heard it, you either married her or she was going to cut your balls off."

After another round of laughter at Mike's expense, Mike tried to restore his macho credibility as he responded, "We may be married but that hasn't slowed me down any. I go out drinking and fucking every weekend. I'm here now aren't I?"

With that pronouncement he grabbed the nearest waitress by the arm and pulled her towards him. Daisy had the misfortune to be with arm's reach when it happened. He struggled to pull away; but Mike said "Come here bitch let's have a look atcha. Don't I know you? You sure look familiar."

Daisy was petrified at being recognized so he turned his back to the drunk and said, "No sir. I'm sure I would remember a stud like you."

The pause was just enough for Jack to get his arm loose while Steve slurred, "You're probably right, I would never forget a dame with headlights like yours. But you do remind me of someone I just can't put my finger on it. Give me time I'll remember."

Daisy kept her back toward Mike as he gathered a couple of glasses from the table. Mike took that as an invitation and pulled Daisy onto his lap. In his mind, every girl was ready and willing. Daisy struggled and tried to stand but was no match for the ex-football player. Mike grabbed Daisy and forced a kiss on her, trying to pry her mouth open with his tongue. The shocked and intimidated barmaid meekly sat on his lap, not wanting to draw additional attention for fear of recognition. Breaking the kiss, Mike made a shocking proposal, "Say bitch, I could use another notch in my belt, how about you and I go to a backroom and I fuck your sweet pussy."

This brought another boisterous round of laughter while an intoxicated Mike tried to stand. His buddies cruelly pointed out to him the type of bar they were in. They raucously announced that if he explored his date's panties he wound find an "outie" and not an "innie"!

In an attempt to regain his pride and reputation, Mike grabbed Daisy by the shoulders spun her so they were face to face. He reached up and roughly groped for one of Daisy's breasts. In the process he ripped her dress exposing a breast. Daisy shrieked.

"Relax bitch, it's just a wardrobe malfunction. I'm just making sure they are real."

Then he rephrased his initial proposition, "All right you sissy cock tease how about you and I go to a back room and you can suck my dick?"

An indignant Daisy stood and covered her exposed mammary with one hand and replied, "No way! I only give blow jobs to real men. You, you needle-dicked homophobe, certainly don't qualify by that standard!"

At that the bar, erupted in choirs of cheers. Mike's entire face flushed red in anger at the putdown and tempers flared all around. As ludicrous as it seemed, Daisy stood his ground, one breast flapping in the breeze and his fists clenched. Jack was fully prepared to get his ass kicked. At least, he hoped it only got kicked. But no matter what happened Jack had decided Daisy was going down fighting.

Mike faced Daisy and laughed arrogantly and said, "Just how in the hell is a 100 pound Tinkerbelle like you going to take on a 250 pound Paul Bunyan, like me?"

It was now that two burly bouncers arrived as well as a half dozen of the other girls. Daisy suddenly found himself standing at the front of a small army of friends who were prepared to fight alongside of him.

Looking at the forces arrayed against them, Mike and his friends decided that discretion was the better part of valor and beat a hasty retreat. As a parting gesture, Mike turned, took out his cell phone and snapped several pictures of Daisy and made a threat, "Bitch, I will remember you and will be back, count on it!"

Daisy's only response was a theatrical wink thrown at Mike, which only served to infuriate him further. Daisy conducted a tactical withdrawal to the ladies room, Sophia, Donna, and Candy found Daisy sitting on a stool crying her eyes out. Daisy's friends keep trying to console her, but to no avail. Finally, Daisy stood and announced, "That's it, I quit."

The shocked waitresses pleaded with Daisy to reconsider and stay at the club.

Daisy responded, "You don't understand, I quit this whole façade. I am tired of living a lie. I am going to end it all!"

Word of Daisy's threatening suicide spread like a wildfire throughout the club. Every waitress in the club, plus a few woman patrons, all crowded into the bathroom. The tension was palpable. Everyone was trying to talk at once; the tower of babble couldn't have been this bad. The crush of flesh had Jack backed into a stall, which he was now sharing with 4 hysterical women.

Finally Jack realized what the commotion was all about. Standing on the toilet seat, with one exposed knocker, he shouted, "LADIES, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

With one hand over his exposed breasts he went on, "I have something to say. When I said that I am tired of living a lie and that I am going to end it all, I meant that I was going to become a real woman and schedule SRS, not kill myself."

The group broke into spontaneous applause. At that precise instant, Daisy's high heels slipped and she ended up standing shin deep in the toilet bowl. The applause turned to laughter. After a round of hugs and little air kisses Jack was left alone to empty the water out of his shoe, repair his dress with a safety pin and redo his makeup.

Seeing Mike and his wedding ring had brought a crushing sense of defeat to Daisy. With the unsolicited and unconditional support of all his friends, Daisy now felt a sense of elation. Jack never had friends like these. His life had definitely taken a strange turn. The term SRS had simply slipped out. It was meant only as a means of appeasing the crowd, not in seriousness.

'But perhaps that is really my destiny,' thought Jack. What was said out of desperation maybe would become his true path. The only thing Jack knew for sure was that he has never been happier than he was right now. Jack realized that getting a vagina is not about sex, it is more about feeling like a complete woman, rather than an interloper.

It had been a long and emotionally charged day. All the girls had changed and left for the night, so Daisy was the last to leave, even Phil had left. As she closed and locked the front door, she heard a muffled scream. As she turned, she caught just a glimpse of Bubbles being dragged into an alley. Without a thought for her personal safety, Daisy took off running toward the same dark alley she had been in recently with Steve. He found running in stilettos on an uneven sidewalk to be an adventure. A panting Daisy entered the alley just as two men reached the back with Bubbles. One held her up against the wall and the other was in the process of ripping her blouse off.

As Daisy ran down the alley, he yelled "STOP, leave her alone!"

Two bemused men turned toward Daisy and stared in disbelief. They grabbed Daisy before she could put some distance back between them and forced her to stand next to Bubbles. Then the two thugs started arguing over who was to get which girl while Bubbles cried hysterically.

Daisy boldly took a small step forward them and made the two men a proposition. "Listen you worthless dirt bags, let's make a deal. You can see my friend is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Let her go and I will stay. Not only will I let you do whatever you want to me but I will do so as a willing participant. I promise no problems, I will really ring your bell. Just let my friend go unharmed."

After a brief whispered discussion between the two muggers, they agreed. "Lady with jugs like yours we would be idiots to turn down an offer like that."

Once released, a hysterical and sobbing Bubbles ran out of the alley. The two thugs had Daisy trapped between them. Daisy was forced onto his knees the first man took a knife and cut open Daisy's blouse, then roughly yanked down his bra, displaying his tits. Suddenly, a primal scream could be heard from the street. "RAPE, RAPE, PLEASE somebody HELP!"

The thug put his knife to Daisy's throat. You said you wouldn't cause any trouble."

"Hey, my dimwitted friend, I made no promises on behalf of my friend." Daisy could not believe that things were working out this way. These guys had to be idiots.

At that instant, flashing lights illuminated the alley and a police car blocked the only access. In a moment of confusion and fright, Daisy was rescued by Miami's finest. From somewhere, one officer provided a blanket to cover her nakedness.

Two hours later, Linda was escorting Daisy home to their apartment. Daisy relived her night in great detail, telling Linda everything except Steve's revelation.

Linda, in an attempt to lighten things up, asked, "Well Daisy, aside from the fight and attempted rape, how did you enjoy your day?"

Daisy tried to fight it but couldn't but help but smile. "Linda, to be honest this day was a total waste of makeup!"

Daisy had bathed and climbed in bed and slid between the inviting sheets hugging his favorite teddy bear. Linda cuddled up to Daisy and handed her a large glass of vodka. "Daisy that was quite a magnanimous gesture and a very heroic act. Why would you sacrifice yourself for a person you barely know, and don't even like?"

"Linda I have no idea. I didn't think, I just reacted. It seemed like the thing to do at the time."

"Daisy I understand that thug had his schwanz out and was about to demand a blowjob. Would you have done that?"

"Oh, heavens no, he may have killed me; but if he had put that disgusting thing in my mouth I would have bitten it off."

Daisy began to get the shakes as the ramifications of her actions hit home. Our poor superheroine crime fighter spent the night in the fetal position sucking on her thumb.

Some days, this isn't a job. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting!