Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter One: Panti and Cherri Pops

Panti’s red nailpolished finger lazily circled the glans of Cherri’s erect penis through Cherri’s gauzy nylon pantyhose gusset. Preseminal fluid seeped from Cherri’s palpitating member and darkened the sheer nylon. Cherri’s white satin panties were bunched around her thighs and she bucked and heaved as Panti gripped Cherri’s engorged phallus and stroked it until creamy white semen erupted from the eye of her penis. It formed a warm mellifluous pool that extruded through the nylon gusset and began to soak into her pantyhose. Cherri reached over to the nightstand, took a handful of Kleenex and dabbed at the viscous mess and mopped it up as her erection began to subside.

“That was wonderful Panti,” Cherri sighed.

“My pleasure Cherri; I was only returning the favour,” Panti grinned, taking some of the Kleenex and wiping her sticky fingers.

Panti was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform consisting of a navy blue pleated miniskirt and white satin blouse. She wore tan sheer-to-the waist pantyhose, blue nylon panties and black high heels. Her jet black hair was worn in ringlets and a barette kept her fringe out of her eyes. She was heavily made up with black eyeliner and mascara, colourful eyeshadow and red lipstick; her cheeks rouged. She’d accessorised with silver costume jewellery: earings, necklace, bangles, rings and even an ankle chain.

Cherri wore a black satin and lace French maid’s costume.

Cherri’s real name was Mike Murphy and Panti’s real name was Steve Grayson and they were both twenty two year old crossdressers.

But let’s start at the beginning; which is to say it was a little over a year ago that Panti and Cherri had started crossdressing together…

Steve Grayson had started crossdressing at an early age; he lived with his mother who had given birth to Steven when she was sixteen and had never named the father. Steve’s mother Wendy had struggled to raise her son and worked two jobs whilst taking night classes in business management. At thirty eight she was still a looker and ran a small entertainment management business.

Wendy returned home early one day from her office one day and found her son Steven dressed in her nylons, panties, satin full-slip and a rather rudimentary attempt at makeup. Rather than berating her son she asked him why he found dressing in her lingerie and wearing makeup so appealing. He was eighteen at the time and, besides having very few friends and little interest in sports and manly pursuits, he seemed normal. He excelled at the arts and was already an accomplished guitarist in a semi-professional rock band.

He explained to her how wonderful it felt dressing that way but that he was not gay but was fascinated with women’s clothing and had developed a fetish for crossdressing.

Wendy and Steven had always been honest with each other and were very much pals as well as being mother and son. This did not prevent Wendy from sending Steven to a psychiatrist who informed her that her son was fetishistic crossdresser. That is, he had a fascination with dressing as a woman for both non-sexual reasons but also for sexual gratification but did not exhibit homosexual tendencies.

“So I’m unlikely to find him as a back alley transvestite sucking the cock of some middle aged pervert,” she responded.

“Oh precisely the opposite. He has a mild Oedipus complex. He likes to dress like his mother and has sexual fantasies about having an intimate relationship with someone who presents as yourself,” the psychiatrist explained.

Wendy Grayson was dressed in a tight-fitting business suit, her skirt very short and her satin blouse and jacket very tight. She wore heavy makeup, sheer pantyhose on her shapely legs, black stiletto high heels, her hair coiffured in a shoulder length bob and she walked around in a miasma of perfume. Her jewellery was big and glitzy. It was ‘her look’ as a professional theatrical agent.

“So he doesn’t want to fuck his mother or suck the cock of some transvestite admirer,” she blew out a plume of cigarette smoke.

“On the contrary; he wants to dress in a similar fashion to yourself and his fantasy is to have relations with someone who dresses the same. I would perceive another crossdresser who dressed the same way,” the doctor went on.

“But I would think it would not involve coitus or possibly even fellatio. Steven is looking for affection and his fantasies run more to foreplay and intimacy rather than any form of penetration,” he concluded.

“Ok Doc. So to summarise: he doesn’t want to fuck his mother or have sex with a man; he just wants to dress up like a sexy woman and if he met a crossdresser with the same peccadillos, they would engage in non-penetration mutual satisfaction,” Wendy stubbed out her cigarette.

“That’s just my initial assessment Ms Grayson. I will need longer with Steven to get deeper into his psyche,” the psychiatrist explained.

“Don’t bother Doc; you’ve confirmed what I thought all along,” Wendy slid out of the chair, smoothed her skirt and dropped fifty quid on the psychiatrist’s desk.

“Ms Grayson please! It doesn’t work like this! You can’t…”

His pleas were lost on Wendy Grayson.

She went straight home and confronted her son.

“Come with me Steven,” Wendy said and led him upstairs to her bedroom.

“Sit!” she pointed to the chair in front of her vanity table.

“Ok watch me,” she said.

Wendy rifled through her wardrobe and laid out on her bed a black miniskirt, white satin blouse, a black satin bra and panty set, a packet of sheer-to-the-waist taupe pantyhose, and a pair of black shiny high heels.

“Ok; that should do you; now turn and face the mirror and pay close attention.”

She painstakingly applied cosmetics to Steven’s face until he looked perfect and then had him remove the makeup, then had him do it again and again until he made a fair job of it. Then she showed him how to brush out his curly, black, shoulder-length hair and she cut his fringe straight. She also showed him how to paint his nails with nailpolish.

“You’ll need to practice the eyeliner; that’s the hardest bit to master but you’ll get better with practice,” She said blowing a plume of smoke from her cherry-red lips.

“What’s going on mom?” Steven stammered.

“I’ve seen your psych and he told me about you. Says you will likely always want to dress as a woman. Say’s it’s likely something to do with you being an only child and not having a dad and wanting to dress like me. Like I’m some sort of role model,” she stubbed out her cigarette.

“So if you’re going to do it, you’re going to do it in your own home where you’re safe from the perverts out there who like young men like you.”

“Mom! I told the doctor I’m not a homo!” Steve blurted out.

“Yeah I get it. But anyway I’ll teach you how to dress right and you can do it here. You can use my makeup and those clothes for now but this weekend we are going shopping and I’m buying you your own clothes and makeup,” she lit another menthol cigarette.

“Strip,” she said.

“Mother! I’m not getting naked in front of you!” he squealed.

“Fuck! You even sound like a girl. Don’t you think I haven't seen you naked thousands of times before; now get naked,” she demanded.

Sheepishly Steven disrobed.

“Ok come over to the bed, sit and put out your legs,” Wendy said.

Steven did as he was told and watched fascinated as his mother ripped the cellophane off the packet of sheer pantyhose with her teeth and removed the nylons from the cardboard packaging.

Steven sighed as his mother smoothed one leg of the silky hosiery, then the other up his legs. He loved the feel of the cool nylon on his legs and had been secretly shaving his legs since puberty; not that he was very hirsute anyway. In fact he hardly had any facial or body hair at all.

“Stand!” his mother ordered and he did; the pantyhose bunched around his knees.

Wendy smoothed the nylons up his thighs and pulled the gusset up around his belly. She noticed he was becoming tumescent and ignored it. She tucked his member between his legs and used the gusset of the hosiery to keep it there.

Steven was blushing a deep red at his arousal and blushed further when Wendy smoothed the wrinkles out of the hose, causing him to become nearly erect. His turgid member strained at the pantyhose crotch.

“Now step into these,” she opened the waistband of the black full-cut panties and Steven stepped into them.

The satin panties whispered against the sheer hosiery as she slid the garment up his legs and pulled them snug.

Steven nearly fainted with pleasure and lust at the feel of the delicate garments against his skin and the intimacy of having his mother’s hands smoothing the flimsy lingerie. She was so close to him and he felt her feathery breath on his skin and inhaled her perfume.

“There! Not too bad. Not too much of a bulge even though this thing seems to not want to behave itself,” Wendy laughed.

His mother slid a fingernail along her son’s semi-hard penis trapped between layers of satin and nylon.

Steven shuddered but remained standing.

Wendy fastened the matching bra around her son’s chest having adjusted the straps. She was able to clip it in place at the back but it was tight.

“Lucky you’re a slight build Steve so it looks like most of this will fit but we’ll have to go up a bra size tomorrow. You can stuff a pair of pantyhose into the cups so it looks like you have tits until we come up with something better.”

Steve nodded. He’d tried on a few of his mom’s bras before and he knew they were a tight fit and he had previously stuffed the cups with socks or stockings to give the illusion of breasts.

Wendy helped him button the blouse; he struggled a bit because the buttons were on the opposite side and he wasn’t used to it. She had him step into the black miniskirt and he groaned once more as the garment slid up his legs and his mother adjusted it so the hem sat high on his thighs.

The high heels were a struggle. They were a real tight fit and Wendy said to maybe just leave them but Steven insisted. This was the first time he had dressed up fully as a women and he wanted everything.

“You won’t be walking very far in those,” Wendy laughed.

Her laughter eased the tension.

“Can I see mom?” Steven implored his mother.

“Stay there or you will go arse over tits. I’ll wheel the full-length mirror over so you can see,” Wendy said and did just that.

“Wow!” Steven gasped when he saw the attractive young woman staring back at him from the mirror.

Wendy sidled up to him and once again he drew in her perfume.

“See! You look gorgeous. Now you can see why I want you to only do this here where I can protect you,” she kissed her son on the cheek and she felt him flinch.

“We’ll get you some costume jewellery too so you can accessorise. You can play dressups all you want here and if you find a boy your age who wants to play dressups too that’s ok,” she kissed his cheek again.

“Mom!!!” he whined again.

Wendy gently slid her fingers up Steven’s thigh and stroked him. She felt him shudder. She snaked her fingers across the front of his satin panties and slowly circled her fingers on the front panel.

Steven’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.

Wendy bit her son’s earlobe and then whispered.

“The shrink told me you like to stroke yourself when you’re dressed like me. He said you would like to find another lad who dresses nice and sexy like me too so you can stroke each other,” she hissed.

“Mom I…I…I” Steven whimpered.

“That’s ok baby. He told me about your Oedipus complex. That you fancy me or someone who looks like me,” she freed his erection from between his legs and it sprang forth pushing against the nylon and satin prison of hose and knicker.

“Oh god Mom!” he groaned.

“You’re a good girl; so I’m going to reward you. This reward will only be forthcoming on special occasions and you are never to tell anyone about it. It’s our special secret ok?” Wendy slowly stroked her son’s throbbing member through the gossamer layers.

Steven nodded vigorously. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open a little and he licked his lips, appreciative of the taste of his lipstick and scent of his mother’s perfume. The closeness of her body and the feel of the feminine apparel he was wearing drove him into a paroxysm of passion and desire for his mother that he knew was so very wrong.

Wendy slowly masturbated her son; her fingers becoming sticky with the wetness of the pre-seminal fluid soaking his panties.

“You really like those panties don’t you?” Wendy tightly squeezed her son’s cock.

He felt his mother’s warm breath in his ear and nodded energetically.

“Well you need a girly name so why don’t I call you Panti? That’s Panti with an ‘I’ because it’s cute,” she blew in his ear and squeezed his cock again.

“Is that a yes?” she teased him by dragging her fingernails lightly along his panty-clad phallus.

“Oh god yes!” Panti moaned.

Wendy gave her new girl Panti release and vigorously rubbed Panti’s erection through the silky confinement of her underwear until Panti ejaculated and hot semen flooded her knickers.

Wendy licked Panti’s ear as she orgasmed and pulled her tight so their bodies were touching intimately as she drained the last of Panti’s ejaculate.

When Panti had finally finished her orgasm Wendy kissed Panti’s cheek then let her go but she held Panti’s skirt away from her body so the semen wouldn’t stain it.

“Here honey; hold your skirt away from your messy panties and go down to your bathroom and clean up. Mommy’s going to use the ensuite,” Wendy guided Panti to the bedroom door.

Wendy clattered over to her ensuite on her high heels, slammed the door shut and leaned her back against it. She pulled up her skirt and jammed her hand between her legs. She was surprised at how wet she was; her own knickers and pantyhose were soaked. She jammed a hand down the waistband of her pantyhose and parted her labia and found her clitoris engorged and highly sensitive. It took only a couple of featherlight stokes and she came; her heels clattering on the tiled floor. She slid down the door and sat on the cold tiles with her legs folded under her, shuddering and panting.

Mike Murphy arrived on the scene about a year later when Steve’s band Vixen had advertised for a second lead guitarist when the incumbent decided to go backpacking through Asia and Australia.

Mike was rail thin and had long straight blonde hair that came down to his waist. He wore skin-tight jeans and a ripped T-shirt that clung to his frail fame.

He looked like a rocker and when he lit up his cherry-red Gibson SG, Steve smiled and nodded to the rest of the band who were also smiling. Steve slung his black Les Paul and they jammed through some Stones and Thin Lizzy, joined by the rest of the band; ‘Snoot’ Bizjack on bass, Bob Little on drums and their singer, Phil Benson.

Steve and Mike were comparable in their guitar skills; both good and fast and knew instinctively how to play around each other, taking turns at rhythm and lead and often playing ‘double lead’ like Scott Gorham and Brain Robertson of Thin Lizzy fame. But they were both ‘copycat’ guitarists. They sat down and learned a song note for note and chord for chord but neither had any real skills at writing original music of their own.

Not that it mattered; Vixen was a ‘cover band’ and made good money on the circuit playing the rock classics that their audiences wanted to hear.

Steve invited Mike around to his place often; and as Wendy managed Vixen she was glad to hear the two practicing. As well as being her son; Steve’s band was also a money maker for her, although their audiences were dwindling and revenues declining.

Mike first became suspicious of Steve one afternoon when they were sitting in Steve’s room smoking and listening to records after a practice session. He noticed the footlet of a stocking sticking out of one of Steve’s dresser drawers and when Steve went to use the toilet he opened the draw and found a small pile of lingerie and hosiery, a cosmetic case and box of costume jewellery.

Mike had a nylon and panty fetish and he caressed the silky garments and found himself becoming aroused. He checked the corridor and saw that Steve was still in the bathroom and he quickly opened the draw again and stole a pair of pantyhose and shoved them down the front of his jeans.

Then he opened Steve’s wardrobe and saw that one half of it was full of women’s clothing. All miniskirts, silk and satin blouses and even a woman’s business suit. He knew that Steve lived alone with his mother and at first thought that maybe Wendy kept an overflow of her clothing in Steve’s room; but that made no sense.

When Steve returned from the bathroom Mike said he needed to go and he locked himself in the bathroom and, as he had done many times before, he rummaged through the laundry basket until he found a pair of Wendy’s soiled panties.

He lifted them to his face and inhaled the musty smell of his friend’s mother’s vagina and opened his flies. He pulled out the sheer pantyhose he had stolen from Steve’s room and slid his erect penis into one of the legs and stroked his cock, coming almost immediately.

It was only when he saw the sodden mess in the pantyhose he’d stolen that he realised his dilemma. In the past he had masturbated into Wendy’s panties and thrown them back into the hamper with the understanding they would go into the wash and Wendy and Steve would be non the wiser. But now he’d ejaculated in a pair of pantyhose that were likely to be missed.

He wiped the mess as best he could and considered rinsing them but knew he wouldn’t have time to dry them so he patted the wet semen with a towel and stuffed them in his jeans pocket. He went back to Steve’s room and asked if Steve wouldn’t mind going down and getting them both a beer.

As soon as Steve left, Mike put the pantyhose back into the drawer from where he’d stolen them and tried to arrange things as best he could before he stole the nylons.

Steve found the spunk-stained pantyhose that night when he was dressing as Panti and he knew immediately who had stained them. He finished getting dressed and went down stairs to have dinner with Wendy. When he wasn’t performing, Steve spent every evening at home dressed as Panti.

“Mom look at this,” Panti held up the gauzy nylons with the silvery stain in one of the legs.

“Well I know what that is, so what’s the problem?” she smiled knowingly.

“I’m sure Mike did it,” Panti said concernedly.

“Oh I’m sure he did doll. He’s been wanking in my dirty knickers ever since he started coming around,” Wendy smiled and sipped a glass of wine.

Panti looked gobsmacked at her mother.

“It’s not like we can accuse him of being a pervert. After all you’re a closet transvestite, and when you’re a good girl now and then, I give you hand relief which is actually incest,” Wendy smirked.

Panti continued to look dumbfounded.

“Panti; I think you should introduce yourself to Mike the next time he comes around,” Wendy smiled.

“I think you will be surprised at the outcome.”

“Really?” Panti still wasn’t sure.

“Yes Really; but make sure I’m home when you do it so we can deal with the consequences one way or the other,” Wendy grinned.

“Now let’s have dinner and if you’re a good girl mommy might give you a treat,” Wendy winked.

Mike called around the next day and Wendy answered the door. Wendy was amused as Mike did his usual double-take whenever he met Wendy. She noticed the bulge growing in his tight jeans. Mike was twenty one and Wendy being thirty seven; there really wasn’t that much of age difference.

Wendy was wearing her tightest fitting business suit with the shortest skirt. He large breasts pushed against her cream satin blouse; her heels were so high Mike wondered how she walked in them. And oh god those legs! They went on forever; clad in shimmering hose, shapely, long and well defined. She was surrounded by her usual effluvium of perfume and her makeup was perfect from her glistening cherry-red lips to long red, almost cruel painted fingernails.

“Steve’s upstairs,” she turned sideways in the doorway indicating he should pass her and purposely leaned into him as he passed.

Wendy did this deliberately so that Mike had to brush against her in the tight entry. She ensured her breasts rubbed against his chest and her thighs brushed against his manhood and smiled with amusement when he blushed and stammered something resembling a hello.

Mike vaulted up the stairs and flung open the door to his mate’s bedroom, bumbled his way inside and slammed it behind him. He was shaking a little and overexcited.

“Steve! Your mom; what the fuck is going on there man? I mean…” Mike began to rant then stopped mid-sentence.

Standing before him was an apparition that was identical to Wendy, except a little younger.

“Hi Mike,” Panti said.

Panti was standing with her legs forming a perfect ‘A’, her short skirt tight at the top her thighs. She was wearing the same navy blue business suit and cream satin blouse as her mother. She was barely able to balance on her high heels.

Steve was still speechless and stood staring but the growing bulge in his jeans gave away his intent.

“Mom bought us matching suits. Don’t you like it?” Panti smiled with perfect red lipsticked lips.

“Fuck Steve!” Mike choked.

“My name is Panti with an ‘I’ and you can’t fuck me but you can touch me if you like,” she grinned.

Mike walked over and took a closer inspection of Panti. She was gorgeous; just like her mother. She was even wearing the same perfume.

Mike reached out and tentatively touched Panti’s thigh and marvelled at the feel of the diaphanous nylon.

“I know you have a nylons fetish Mike; I’ve seen the evidence and apparently you like panties too,” Panti tittered.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and gave Mike a peek of her black satin panties and Steve’s fingers went straight to them and caressed the silky knicker fabric.

Both Panti and Mike groaned.

Mike withdrew his hand.

“But how can you? Why do you? Does Wendy know?” Mike stammered.

Panti sat on her bed and patted the coverlet indicating for Mike to sit down beside her which he did but he couldn’t make up his mind whether to stare and Panti’s lovely legs or her beautiful face.

Panti reached down and took two cans of lager out of a cooler and gave them to Mike.

“Open mine please Mike; those ringpull tabs always fuck up my nailpolish,” Panti smiled at her bewildered friend.

Mike opened them both, gave one to Panti and took a long pull on his.

“Okay. Best I begin at the beginning,” Panti said.

Half an hour later Panti had finished her tale only omitting the part that her mother occasionally gave her hand relief.

“Any questions?” she asked.

Mike sat sullen and speechless for a little while then his face broke into a mischievous grin.

“Yeah. Just one. What does it feel like?” Mike slid his fingers along Panti’s thigh.

Panti laughed.

“Dressing like this? It feels fucking sensational,” she chuckled.

“Then can I ask one more?” Mike enquired.

“Sure,” Panti replied.

“Can you dress me?” Mike smirked red faced.

Panti smiled at her friend, fellow muso, and confidant.

“I can’t wait,” she grinned.

“Now shuck off your clothes and jump in that chair,” she squealed.

As Mike began to undress, Panti ran to the landing and called downstairs.

“Mom! Come and help me dress Mike!”

Wendy smiled to herself, stubbed out her cigarette, and began to climb the stairs.

Mike turned out to be easy to crossdress. He was thin but had shapely legs and almost no body or facial hair just like Panti. His long straight blond hair brushed out beautifully. He fit into Panti’s clothes and shoes too.

An hour later they had finished and Mike looked as stunning as Panti.

Wendy got them to stand side by side. They looked like two glammed-up young women and were passable as female unless you looked extremely close.

“Mmm? We need a name that suits you so you’re going to be Cherri. Cherri with an ‘I’ because it’s cute and because Panti and Cherri sound cute together,” Wendy smiled.

“So I’ll leave Panti and Cherri to get acquainted and get back to work,” she smiled at her two proteges.

Wendy made her way down the stairs happy that she accomplished her mission to find her son another crossdresser to play with knowing he was safe. What they decided to do together she concluded would be up to them; they were adults after all, but from what Panti’s psychiatrist had said they were most likely to just experiment with foreplay.

She figured that would happen sooner rather than later as both she and Panti were acutely aware of Cherri’s erection when they helped her with her pantyhose and knickers. Wendy didn’t touch Cherri intimately and neither did Panti when they were dressing her; but she doubted that the girls would leave each other alone for long.

Cherri was dressed in a tight leather skirt, mauve satin blouse, black pantyhose and a white satin bra and panty set. She had difficulty standing in her black high heels and Panti smiled.

“It takes some getting used to but walking in them will come with practice.”

“God this feels so wonderful Panti. I’ve tried on pantyhose and panties before but this full transformation just feels so exhilarating, wonderful, and I have to say sexy,” Cherri beamed.

“I know. I’m pretty much wet the whole time when I’m dressed. Look at this,” Panti said and lifted her skirt to show Cherri her hard cock pressing against the gusset of her hose and panties.

There was a large wet patch in the front of her panties.

Cherri lifted her skirt and showed Panti the same result.

The two beautiful T-girls looked at each other with lust.

“Can I touch it?” Cherri asked.

Panti walked over and stood facing her pretty friend still holding up her skirt.

Cherri reached out and tentatively touched Panti’s hard cock and it quivered inside the silken trap. They both gasped and then Panti reached out and stroked Cherri. Both girls cocks were quivering and their panties were soaked. They inhaled each other’s perfume and then they both took a step forward until their penises were touching each other though layers of satin and nylon.

They threw their arms around each other and rutted.

Panti and Cherri ejaculated simultaneously; their hot spend mingling as their pulsing penises rubbed against each other. They held each other tightly; their heads on each other’s shoulders as they orgasmed. Both of them were quivering and shuddering with excitement and lust. Their knees buckled and they fell on the bed.

“Well that was fun,” Panti beamed at Cherri as she dabbed at her knickers with a towel.

She passed the towel to Cherri who cleaned up but had become sullen and silent.

“What is it Cherri?” Panti placed a reassuring hand on her fellow T-Girl’s shoulder.

“We didn’t do anything gay did we? Ah fuck! I don’t want to be gay?” Cherri whimpered.

“Fuck no Cherri! Didn’t you ever do the circle-jerk thing with other boys when you grew up?” Panti asked.

“Yeah but that was experimentation!” Cherri replied.

“Well that’s what we just did. Experimented! I don’t know about you but I loved it. I don’t want to kiss you or fuck you or suck your dick! I just love being dressed like this and seeing you dressed the same and feeling our cocks rub through our nylons and panties was wonderful,” Panti explained.

“God these clothes, the makeup, the perfume, the jewellery! It just feels so wonderful,” Cherri smiled.

“Then we will have some rules. No kissing, no fucking, no sucking each other’s cocks; just a bit of hand relief and frottage through our knickers. We always keep our knickers on ok?” Panti smiled back.

“And that’s not gay?” Cherri questioned.

“And that’s not gay cause we only ever do it when we are Panti and Cherri. AND…we tell no one! Absolutely no one! The secret remains with you, me, and mom!” Panti grinned.

“Agreed!” Cherri beamed.

They shook hands awkwardly.

“Now show me the rest of your wardrobe and lingerie! Can I buy some and leave it here? Oh and will you teach me makeup? And…” Cherri was rambling.

Panti put a finger to her friend’s lips.

“Settle down and I’ll teach you everything I know,” Panti grinned…

And so it was a year later that Wendy sat downstairs while Panti and Cherri played dressups and found sexual relief with each other, while she worried about the future of her son’s band Vixen.

Wendy managed a few solos performers and another band that was making a decent living and paying her a healthy percentage of their profits but Vixen had not made her a penny for over six months. If her son wasn’t in the band she would have cut them loose ages ago.

It wasn’t that they weren’t good musicians it was just that there were so many ‘hair’ bands doing rock covers on the circuit and there were only so many venues and gigs. Vixen’s popularity was dying and it was only their hard and fast followers or ‘groupies’ who came to their performances and dwindling crowds meant dwindling profits.

All of the members of Vixen except Steve had taken second jobs as the band’s fortunes had waned and her son told her there was talk of breaking up the band.

Wendy was an astute business woman and well regarded in the light entertainment industry. She knew all the band needed was a ‘hook’ to bring in the crowds; their music and live performances were as good as any of the other cover bands, but where was the ‘hook’? The something special? The something unique to Vixen?

Some other bands had changed music styles to heavy metal or even country rock but Vixen really was a good rock and roll band and had no inclination to change. Some bands had done the Kiss thing and wore crazy makeup and costumes but that market was now flooded. There really was an overabundance of lycra-clad, long-haired, rockers. Wendy had been racking her brains trying to find Vixen a hook but couldn’t think of one.

She looked at her watch and noticed it was only one hour until Vixen were due to rehearse and glanced at the stairs. When Panti and Cherri got together they often forgot what time it was as if they disappeared into their own little world. She’d have to go up and tell them to get changed and get ready for rehearsal.

She got halfway to the top of stairs when she heard the rattle and hum of guitars being plugged into amplifiers. They kept a practice amp each in Steve’s room so they could work on riffs and practice playing with and against each other, which was the band’s trademark; two lead guitars. They burst into a rendition ‘Jailbreak’ just as she got to the top of the stairs.

“Fuck, why can’t they wait until they get together with the rest of the fucking band; the neighbours will be complaining again,” she hissed.

Wendy flung open the door to Steve’s bedroom and was about to tell them to shut the fuck up when she suddenly stopped and stood transfixed.

There were two gorgeous and sexy T-Girls dressed in their French maid and schoolgirl costumes, heavy makeup, one blonde and one black haired, long legs apart, high heels wide, standing side by side with their guitars slung low pounding out hard rock. They looked amazing.

“Fuck! I think I’ve found the ‘hook’,” she whispered to herself.

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Two: Transvixen begins

“No fucking way!” Panti and Cherri shrieked in unison.

They were sitting at the kitchen table opposite Wendy.

“Look! Here’s the fucking bottom line,” Wendy pointed to a bunch of figures on a spreadsheet.

“Vixen is losing money. If I can’t get you decent venues and crowds you might as well break up the band right now,” Wendy explained.

“Before you say definitely no, listen to my plan,” she went on.

“The band needs a hook; something the other bands don’t have, something unique that will get people to come to your shows, even if it’s just out of curiosity to begin with.”

“Girl rock bands are fucking hot. Look at Heart, The Runaways, Joan Jett, and The Bangles. Those bands rock; but being hot chick rockers had a lot to do with their success.”

“Now what if there was a band that had two hot, young, chicky-babe lead guitarists?”

“And we promote the puzzle: are they, or aren’t they real girls? A band with two hot transvestite guitarists blasting out red hot riffs? How fucking awesome!”

“Yeah I see your point mom but won’t everyone know it’s Steve and Mike dressed in skirts,” Panti asked.

“Well babe; we are going to get you hot sexy wardrobes; I’m talking sophisticated stuff not trashy. Similar to what you both have now but coordinated. But no costumes! Nice elegant outfits; but sexy all the same. The band will be have two hot T-Girl guitarists, Panti and Cherri Pops ” Wendy replied.

“Like I said, we want the: ‘are they, or aren’t they real girls factor,’” Wendy continued.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought and I’ve got a plan to relaunch the band. We rename you. We give Snoot, Bob, and Phil make overs. Onstage persona’s if you like.”

“And I market the fuck out of you. Posters, flyers, I’ll give interviews. But we keep you girls away from the public until your first concert.”

“Also we redo your playlists. You still play hard rock covers but we divide the set up into two sessions. One consists of Brit Rock bands that feature great guitar riffs, like Thin Lizzy. The other set will be American bands that feature great guitar riffs, like Guns N’ Roses. You play most of their stuff anyway.”

“We need to feature the lead guitarists Panti and Cherri,” Wendy finished her blurb and let the girls digest it.

She could see them both thinking. They obviously liked the idea of being the focus of the band. They were performers, and all artists liked to be out front. Also the T-Girls had been dressing for so long now that it was likely they would want to be admired by people other than themselves. Being on stage and putting a distance from the audience meant they would be lusted after; but unobtainable.

“Tell us more, and when do we tell Snoot, Bob and Phil?” Cherri said.

Wendy grinned. She had them!

“Ok. You have rehearsal tomorrow at the Boy’s Brigade Hall as usual at 7pm. You’re going to be there early and I’m going to make sure that Panti and Cherri look stunning. You will be on stage and I’ll hold up Snoot, Bob and Phil at the door on some pretext until exactly seven pm and then I want you girls to launch into something hard hitting.”

“I want you two side by side doing the duelling guitar thing, but it will be two hot chicks on stage until we reveal the surprise to the rest of the band,” Wendy grinned.

“Sounds great mom. Let’s give it a go, Vixen is fucked otherwise. If Snoot and the boys don’t dig it we replace them or call it quits,” Panti said.

“That’s my girl. Now get upstairs and practice your moves, lots of strutting, legs wide when you face the audience. And practice pouting; guys love girls who pout,” Wendy said.

Snoot, Bob, and Phil arrived at the rehearsal venue in a beat up VW Combi; the band’s tour bus. Their equipment was already at the hall; it was an indictment that Vixen had gone from filling small stadiums with a capacity of hundreds to local halls with a lot smaller numbers.

Snoot carried his Fender Precision bass in a beat up case. They were all dressed in ripped jeans and t-shirts.

Wendy rolled her eyes. They dressed a little better when performing but they were going to need a real makeover if they wanted to play with the two smart-tart T-Girls.

Wendy held the guys up with the excuse that she needed to discuss finances. The lads rolled their eyes but she forged ahead anyway and told them about how the band was ready to fold as it has ceased making money. The three lads heads drooped but the news came as no surprise. Wendy kept taking surreptitious glances at her watch. Just before seven pm Wendy made a surprising statement.

“I have a plan that can save the band. Gentlemen…meet your two new band members,” she announced.

At precisely seven o’clock an open E chord rattled the walls of the hall followed by the high-pitched wail of a Les Paul Gibson being tortured.

Wendy flung open the door and Snoot, Bob and Phil sauntered into the hall to the reverberating sound of the duelling guitars.

They stared at the stage in amazement.

Two of the hottest chicks they had ever seen were jamming.

One was dressed in a blue sequined, long-sleeved cocktail dress the hem of which rested high on her thighs. Her jet black hair was worn in ringlets, she was heavily made up with black eyeliner and mascara, colourful eyeshadow and red lipstick; her cheeks rouged. She was accessorised with gold costume jewellery: earings, necklace, bangles, rings and an ankle chain.

Her legs were spread wide; her feet perched in black four-inch high heels. Her fingernails were painted red, the ones on her left hand cut short so she could work the fretboard, the ones on her right hand long, almost talons. She worked the black Les Paul Gibson sublimely; it was slung low and it was likely that if it wasn’t there her panties could be seen by anyone who craned their neck.

The second girl was dressed in a black cocktail dress, identical to her friend’s. She too wore heavy makeup but she had lustrous, straight blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. She was accessorised with silver jewellery and she wore cherry-red four inch high heels. She was playing harmony on a cherry-red Gibson SG.

The girls stood side by side; their coltish legs clad in shimmering flesh-toned hose, feet wide apart. Then they turned and faced each other and burst into a lead break; alternatively following the melody of the other.

Snoot, Bob, and Phil stood transfixed and watched the two hot ladies grind out their song. Their eyes lingered on the girl’s legs, then their hot bodies, then their tits, and then their pretty faces. When the girls finished on a sustained open E with just the right amount of feedback, they bent at the waist, acknowledging their audience.

“Fuck me!” the lads sighed in unison.

“Guys; I’d like you to meet Panti Pops and Cherri Pops, your new lead guitarists,” Wendy beamed.

The three men were gobsmacked; lost for words.

“But what about Steve and Mike?” Snoot finally snivelled.

Wendy knew the question would be asked.

“Ladies?” she shouted at the stage.

Panti and Cherri finished their bow and walked over to their microphones.

“Hi boys. What do you think?” Cherri said in a sultry voice.

The penny dropped and when it did so did Snoot. He downright fainted, hitting the hardwood floor like a sack of flour.

Bob and Phil raced to help their bassist and Panti and Cherri put their guitars on their stands and tottered down the stage stairs and over to join the others, their heels clattering on the floor.

They forced their way between Bob and Phil who were very aware of the intimate closeness of the stunning T-Girls, breathing in their sweet perfume. Panti and Cherri bent over Snoot; looks of concern on their face while Bob couldn’t help getting a free panty-peek when the girls bent over.

Snoot opened his eyes and stared up into the sky-blue irises of Cherri Pops. He took in her pretty face framed by the long blonde hair and then looked into the gorgeous face of Panti Pops framed in black ringlets and he grinned.

“Fuck me it is you two! Wouldn’t recognise you from Adam but only you two play guitar like that!”

“I think I’m in love,” he chuckled.

“Well help him up you fuckers! You don’t expect Cherri or I to do it in these high heels do you,” Panti demanded.

Bob and Phil also began to laugh and helped Snoot to his feet.

The three guys stood around bashfully looking at the two stunning T-Girls who until today had just been their mates.

Wendy broke the silence.

“Ok that was dramatic. Now you three stop leering at your new guitarists and all of you follow me out back.”

Behind the stage was a small office and Wendy had earlier bought in beer and sandwiches.

“Ok sit down. Take a beer and sandwich each and shut the fuck up until finish I telling you about my plan to relaunch Vixen into a moneymaking concern with a following that will rival any other cover band. No questions until I finish,” Wendy dictated and lit a cigarette.

“So these make-overs and persona’s; nothing as dramatic as what you did to Steve and Mike?” Bob laughed.

Panti and Cherri glared at him but Wendy interjected first.

“They are called Panti and Cherri you fuckwit. Don’t call them anything else from now on otherwise it won’t work. They are the two T-Girls who will be fronting your band, drawing the crowds, and likely saving it from extinction. I know they’re hot because you keep trying to look up their dresses,” Wendy snapped.

“Sorry Wendy; I was just..” Bob tried to apologise.

“Shut up Bob. Drummers are a dime a dozen; I’ll replace you in a heartbeat if you don’t get with the program.”

Wendy glared at each individual member of Vixen.

“Reservoir Dogs time gentlemen. It’s my way or the highway or I just walk away and the band folds.”

All five members nodded their consent.

“Right! Let’s get on with it,” Wendy continued.

“Bad news Snoot; you’re getting a haircut and shave and you’re wearing a suit. Being the other guitarist you have to be as sophisticated as Cherri and Panti; think sort of Bryan Ferry. I can’t have you next to the girls looking like a fucking scarecrow.”

Snoot was the worst dressed of the band with dirty, scraggly hair down to his shoulders, an unkempt beard and a penchant for ripped jeans and dirty T-shirts. But he knew better than to argue with Wendy. He solemnly nodded.

“You’re coming with me straight after this so I can get you sorted.”

“Bob. No one’s going to see you behind the drums but you’re getting your hair cut, coloured, styled and permed and so are you Phil. I want you guys to extrude rock and roll sexuality. I’ve got some Lycra pants, tops and leather jackets I want you to try. Being out front Phil, the tighter your pants the better,” Wendy said.

“Better stick a cucumber down the front then, so it looks like you got a dick,” Panti joked.

“You should talk! Dressed like a girl,” Phil punched Panti’s shoulder playfully.

“Ok enough bullshit let’s get to work; I want a full dress rehearsal on Friday and in the meantime I’m going to get you a decent venue for your debut. Snoot you’re with me,” Wendy pushed back her chair and was ready to leave.

“Wait Wendy. You said you had a new name for us?” Cherri asked.

“Yeah like I said we need a name that advocates the ‘are they or aren’t they’ concept,” Wendy said walking to the door.

“Which is?” Phil called after her.

“Transvixen,” Wendy said and exited the office followed by snoot.

“Transvixen. I like it,” Panti said and the remaining members nodded.

The next couple of days were busy. Snoot, Bob and Phil got their make overs, supervised by Wendy of course, and even they agreed they looked good. Snoot looked totally different but really exuded refinement in his suit and his sleek new do. Bob and Phil had their long hair style-cut and teased out and tried on their skin-tight Lycra pants, tight shirts, black leather biker jackets and they looked the part. Wendy even got them to wear a little eyeliner and lipgloss.

A publicity photo shoot was arranged for during the dress rehearsal. A few shots with just the girls, and a few with the band together. Wendy’s favourite was Panti and Cherri in matching red mini-dresses, and red heels standing side on, back to back, posing with their guitars, with their pretty faces turned towards the camera. Bob, Snoot and Phil stood beside them, arms folded. That was the shot Wendy decided she would use on the first print of posters and flyers.

Now she just had to find them a venue.

“Chelmsford dance hall,” Wendy announced at the next meeting.

“That fucking dump!” Phil whined.

“That fucking dump holds nearly three hundred punters and I got it for a good price and for a seven night run. We get a percentage of the bar, and you know they charge like cunts there, and we get to sell our own merchandise,” Wendy explained.

“Great deal then Wendy,” Phil changed his tune.

“Only one thing. I had to negotiate with Tony Carlotta,” Wendy screwed up her face.

“Jesus that crook! What did he want from you mom? Blood?” Panti queried.

“Well twenty five percent of the door and let’s just say I could have got it a little cheaper if I’d given him what he asked for; but the idea of that man coming anywhere near me gives me the heebie jeebies,” Wendy shivered.

And so all was set for Transvixen’s big debut and they were all excited. Posters of the band were torn down by randy teenage boys as soon as they were posted and the band’s flyers became collector’s items. There was a real buzz among the rock aficionados and the cover band followers. Who was this new band and who were the two hot chick guitarists? Could they play or was it just a gimmick?

And then it went to shit.

Wendy called the band together for an emergency meeting the day before they were due to open.

“Tony’s pulled the plug,” she stated morosely.

“He saw the fliers and the band’s name and put two and two together. Said he isn’t having any band fronted by a couple of sissy homos playing at one his venues,” she explained.

“I tried to reason with him, but its no go I’m afraid. I’m looking around for another venue now,” she said.

Wendy was almost crying but she was too much of a professional business woman to do so. Panti felt so sorry for her mother. All the effort and work she had gone to, to remake the band and all the posters and flyers were for nothing now. The punters would think them unreliable and unprofessional and would stay away in droves from whatever other venue Wendy found for them.

Something her mother had said kept going around in Panti’s head: ‘Well let’s just say I could have got it a little cheaper if I’d given him what he asked for.’

Panti burst into the ante room of Tony Carlotta’s office suite. She was wearing her navy blue business suit with the micro-mini skirt, cream satin blouse, black patent leather high heels and sheer taupe pantyhose. Her makeup was heavy but perfect; her sliver jewellery twinkled in the lamplight.

“Oi you can’t go in there!” Tony’s secretary screeched.

The secretary was wearing a black leather mini, a tight leopard skin blouse that hardly contained her huge breasts, towering black high heels and black stockings. Her makeup was heavier even than Panti’s. Panti bet that she did a lot more for Tony than take dictation.

“You can tell Mister Carlotta that Panti Pops is here to see him. Tell him I’m from Transvixen,” Panti demanded.

The secretary smacked her gum.

“Oh yeah I seen the flyers. That’s the tranny band ain’t it?” she looked Panti up and down with distain.

Panti looked back at the secretary with equal distain.

“Well I’m sorry Mister Carlotta is busy,” the secretary looked at Panti like she was a dog turd on her shoe.

Panti knew this was a make or break moment and strode across the ante room and flung open the door to Tony Carlotta’s office and strutted inside.

Tony was yelling into the phone when Panti burst through the door.

“What the fuck! Who are you?” Tony growled.

Panti stood just inside the door; hands on hips and Tony took in the resplendent apparition. His eyes were drawn to her long legs clad in shimmering hose and worked up to her slim waist, pert breasts, elegant neck and pretty face framed by her jet-black ringlets.

“I’ll call you back,” he snarled into the phone and slammed it down.

The secretary entered and pushed in front of Panti.

“I’m sorry Tony, this bitch, or whatever it is just burst in. I told her not to and…”

“Shut up Lucy; I’ve told you a hundred times, it’s Mister Carlotta not Tony, unless we are alone. Don’t let the door hit you in your fat arse on the way out,” Tony barked.

Lucy backed out sheepishly and closed the door behind her.

“So what can I do for sweetheart?” Tony continued to examine Panti unashamedly.

“I’m Panti Pops.”

“I bet you are,” Tony leered.

“I’m one of the guitarists in Transvixen. My mom Wendy Grayson had a deal with you for us to play at the Chelmsford dance hall.”

“Well don’t stand there all formal Miss Pops. Take a seat,” Tony gestured to an overstuffed couch against the wall.

Panti was glad to get off her feet; her heels looked great but they hurt like hell if she stood in them for too long.

When she sat, her skirt rose higher, right to the top of her thighs and Tony noticed.

“I told your mom, to whom you have a striking resemblance by the way, that I didn’t want no fag band playing at one of my venues,” Tony’s smile was mirthless.

“But we are not a fag band Mister Carlotta. We’re a rock and roll cover band that has two T-Girls out front on guitar to draw the crowds,” Panti explained.

“Yeah; so your mom says. You like wearing that getup? You wear it too well to be just be a part time performer,” Tony grinned.

Tony got up from behind his desk and sat beside Panti on the couch; his weight made it creak and Panti was uncomfortable with him being this close to her but she had a message she needed to get through.

“Look babe; I run a couple of establishments that cater to men who like girls like you; if you know what I mean? I don’t care; I’m a businessman. I take my percentage; but it’s different having someone like you at one of my legitimate businesses.”

Tony placed a sweaty hand on Panti’s knee and squeezed.

Panti fought back her revulsion and opened her legs slightly; exposing the V of her red satin panties.

Tony didn’t miss the gesticulation.

“Strange name Panti Pops; your mother gave you that?” Tony’s hand was inching its way up Panti’s thigh.

“Well yes Mister Carlotta; because I like nice panties,” Panti blushed.

“Call me Tony,” Tony’s fingers were now playing with the hem of Panti’s skirt.

Panti cleared her throat and continued.

“My mom said something that I’ve been thinking about. She told us that she had made a deal with you for us to play at Chelmsford Dance Hall and then she said: ‘I could have got it a little cheaper if I’d given him what he asked for.’”

Tony just nodded and squeezed her thigh.

“Well I was just wondering…if…you know…if…what if I gave you what you asked mom for?” Panti murmured; her voice dry and her heart in her throat.

“I mean, if I gave you what you asked her for would you reconsider?”

“Did your mom tell you what I asked for?” Tony grinned like a shark.

“No but I guess it was some kind of sexual favour,” Panti choked back her revulsion.

Tony was big and fat but he was lightning quick and he weighed nearly twice as much as Panti.

He stood up quickly and grabbed Panti and flung her towards his big oak desk. She stumbled across the room and grabbed the desk for support, bent over at the waist.

Tony was on her like a flash and used his weight to pin her to the desk. He kicked her feet apart and lifted her skirt.

“Nice red panties there kitten. I see why you’re called Panti Pops. Maybe I’ll pop those panties myself,” Tony chuckled.

Tony pawed at Panti’s red satin panties with his big hands. He squeezed the globes of her firm buttocks; her panties slithered across the silky pantyhose that she was wearing underneath them. Panti squirmed against Tony; bent over and pinned to the desk like she was she could hardly breathe.

“So some young tranny thinks she’s going to come into my office and make a deal? Who do you think I am?” Tony chuckled.

“You know what I offered your mom? Do you!”

Panti shook her head.

“I’ve had the hots for that bitch forever. I told her if she was nice to me I’d only ask for fifteen percent of the take for each concert instead of twenty five. She said no but I did the deal at twenty five anyway. Then I find out she wants to put a couple of trannies on the stage in my joint.”

“Now if I knew the trannies looked like you I might have reconsidered but she’s already hurt my pride. So fuck her! And fuck you, you little tart,” Tony slammed his open hand down on Panti’s buttocks.

Panti squealed when Tony spanked her and wriggled her bottom even more. This made Tony even more aroused and he spanked her couple more times.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Please Tony! I’ll do whatever you want if you give us the gig,” Panti cried.

“Will you now missy?” Tony snickered.

“Well let’s just see shall we?”

Panti heard the ominous sound of Tony undoing his fly. She shivered with revulsion. She had played frottage and had masturbated Cherri but the thought of this big old man molesting her was repulsive but she had to do something to save the band.

She felt the heavy heat of Tony’s hard cock rubbing in the crevice of her buttocks. She heard him groan and then he gripped her hips and began to thrust against her panty-clad buttocks. She could handle this. This wasn’t too different to what she did with Cherri.

Panti thrust back against him.

“Oh yeah that’s the way sweetheart. Tony likes that,” he sighed.

He pushed harder against Panti, leaving little trails of pre-cum on her panties as he humped her rump. Panti pushed back to meet him and wriggled her buttocks in an effort to excite him further.

“Mm that’s really good,” Tony gripped her tighter and thrust harder.

Panti’s thighs were being slammed against the edge of the desk but the pain was tolerable if it meant Tony sticking to the contract.

She forced her mind to go blank and got into rhythm pushing back to meet Tony’s thrusts hoping it would be over soon. It would all be worth it, she thought.

Then things took a turn for the worst.

Panti became aware that Tony had stopped thrusting but she hadn’t felt him orgasm. Maybe that was enough for him?

Tony lifted Panti off the desk and spun her around to face him. He was so big and powerful she was like a puppet in his hands.

Before she could say anything she saw Tony’s big face close on hers and then his lips smashed against hers. She tried to struggle but he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. He forced his fat tongue into her mouth and Panti started to gag.

Tony pulled his face away from Panti’s and slapped her across the face.

“Stop being so stupid you cunt! Did you think giving me a dry hump was all you had to do? Now give me what I want or fuck off and don’t come back!” Tony’s face was red and angry.

Panti knew it was time to put up or shut up.

She steeled her resolve.

She locked her arms around Tony’s fat neck and kissed him. She kissed him softly at first and then she slid her tongue into his mouth.

Tony tasted her sweet breath and inhaled her perfume and he wrapped his arms around her and responded. God this chick was so young, soft and compliant! His cock was pressed against her belly, rubbing on her satin blouse.

“Better,” Tony mumbled through their kisses.

A strange thing happened. Although Panti found Tony physically repulsive she actually found being kissed and caressed by this powerful thug empowering. It made her feel effeminate; as if being desired by a powerful man somehow validated her femininity.

This had nothing to do with the ‘gay’ thing that she had always feared. She felt so feminine, and for all intent and purposes she was a woman. There was no part of Mike inside her; she was only Panti.

She pressed her body against Tony, aware of the heat of his erection pressing into her stomach, and kissed him passionately. Tony snaked his hand down and caressed her thigh and Panti gasped; she was becoming highly aroused.

Tony’s fingers crept up her thigh, his rough fingers snagging her nylons. He found the front of her panties and began to stroke her between her legs. She opened her legs wider to give him access.

Wendy had shown Panti and Cherri how to gaff their penises between their legs using their pantyhose and panties to hold it in place but as Panti became erect this method was exposed for its inadequacies and her phallus sprung from between her legs. Tony teased it though the layers of nylon and satin.

Panti gasped and thrust against Tony and kissed him amorously.

Tony took Panti’s hand guided it to his erection. She found it hard, hot and throbbing and slowly squeezed and then stroked it.

It was Tony’s turn to gasp.

“You’re getting wet bitch,” Tony smiled as he felt the wet patch growing on the front of her panties.

“And you Tony,” Panti smiled back at him using her thumb to tease a globule of pre-seminal fluid from his glans and work it into the sensitive flesh of his penis.

They kissed again, harder and with more intensity as they squeezed and stroked each others cocks.

Panti gasped with pleasure as Tony gripped her throbbing member through her panties and squeezed and caressed it. Her knees began to buckle as she felt her orgasm approaching. She clung to Tony and lunged against him, arching her back.

She flooded her panties with hot semen and she felt Tony grin as he kissed her. He squeezed every drop out of the pretty transvestite. Panti had let go of Tony’s cock so she could embrace him and hold on to him for support as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced rattled her senses.

They continued to kiss and caress until Panti was sated and then she reached for Tony’s organ but Tony gripped her wrist firmly.

“Not that way,” he whispered.

He put his hand on the top of her head and pressed down.

Panti realised what he wanted. She was still highly aroused and feeling so very feminine. She smiled as she fell to her knees before him.

Panti looked up at Tony he looked down at her pretty face.

“God you are gorgeous,” he smiled down at her.

Panti braced as she realised she was about to perform fellatio for the first time. She had been on the receiving end a few times from the odd girlfriend so she opened her mouth and was prepared to do her best.

Panti gagged as Tony’s glans rubbed against her tongue and his shaft slid in and out of her lips. Tony looked into her pretty face and forced Panti’s mouth up and down on his cock. He moaned as she sucked his turgid penis. Glancing down he could see she was fighting the urge to gag. But god she looked pretty with his cock in her mouth.

Panti suckled the hard pulsing member invading her virgin mouth; she didn’t feel defiled. She felt powerful; she was the object of Tony’s desire. She raised a hand to hold the shaft of Tony’s hard cock so she could suckle and lick his glans without gagging. She couldn’t believe she was getting hard again inside her saturated panties.

Tony thrust back and forth and Panti took away her hand so she could accept all of Tony’s cock into her mouth and she sucked and slavered at the girth of his rigid phallus. She could feel it begin to palpitate.

Panti could sense that the Tony was close to climax as he groaned and held her head tight is his hands whilst thrusting his invading manhood in and out of her mouth. She looked up and transfixed him with her eyes as his groin pushed against her face with quicker, shorter thrusts. His penis seemed about to burst in her mouth.

As she sensed Tony’s climax approach she could feel his penis swell, the tautness of his cock was palpable as it trembled, close to ejaculation.

Panti suddenly felt Tony’s penis spasm and his semen ejaculated into her mouth. She controlled her gag reflex as she swallowed the issue erupting from the convulsing organ. His spend tasted warm, salty, bittersweet, and musky. It was not unpleasant.

“Oh my god you’re beautiful!” Tony moaned as he filled Panti’s mouth with his seed.

When Panti sensed he had finished coming she sucked and licked his glans until he was drained and then she got to her feet on shaky legs.

“Thanks babe that was great. Here, clean up,” Tony snatched a handful of Kleenex from a box on his desk and wiped at his penis.

He tossed the box to Panti who dabbed at her underwear but most of her semen had already been absorbed by the fabric of her pantyhose and panties.

Tony went to a small bar and opened the fridge and took out two beers and opened them. He gave one to Panti who was seated herself back on the overstuffed lounge and was rearranging her clothes. Panti took a huge pull on the beer to wash away the taste of Tony’s semen.

This was not lost on Tony as he dropped down beside her.

“Don’t you like the taste of my cum?” he grinned his shark’s grin at her.

Panti blushed.

“Don’t; worry babe; I’m glad you drank the beer, now I can kiss you again.”

And he did. Very passionately and for a while Panti thought she might have to get him off again but he stopped after a couple of minutes.

Tony stood and held out his hand. Panti but down her bottle of beer and reached for the proffered palm. Tony eased Panti up from the lounge and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her on the lips affectionately one last time and then led her to the door.

“Tell your mom ok. Tell her that I want twenty five percent of the take but the deal is back on. It’s up to you whether you tell her how you negotiated the deal, but I won’t say anything,” he smiled.

Tony kissed Panti’s cheek as he opened the door for her and guided her out. As she passed through the doorway he playfully smacked her bum.

Panti stuck her tongue out at the seething secretary seated behind her desk and strode out of Tony’s office suite grinning to herself.

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Three: No Good Deed

Chelmsford Dance Hall was packed. Wendy’s efforts promoting the concert had paid off. That very morning she had appeared on the local FM morning show.

“So Wendy Grayson, manager of Transvixen welcome to the show,” the radio DJ began.

“Thank you John,” Wendy responded.

“So…I’m going to ask you the question that’s on the lips of anyone who has seen the posters and flyers for tonight’s Transvixen debut concert. Are they or aren’t they?” the DJ smiled inanely.

The interview was a put up. Wendy had paid the morning DJs at Chelmsford FM fifty quid to set it up. And why did they insist on calling themselves the Morning Crew? The ‘Crew’ consisted of a couple of overrated, underwhelming, overenthusiastic, dimwitted twats, in the form of a middle aged bloke with ponytail and a dowdy overweight woman, behaving like they were half their age while on air.

“I’m sorry John; if anyone wants to know the answer they will need to come to tonight’s concert,” Wendy had responded.

When the Chelmsford Dance Hall was full and the punters had all purchased their overpriced cans of larger Wendy got the lighting technician to dim the house lights. She sat up in the control booth beside the lighting tech and sound engineer. Wendy didn’t normally attend the shows of her cliental but this one was special and she didn’t want any mistakes.

“Make it darker!” she hissed at the lighting tech.

The place was now pitch black except for the exit signs and the neon beer signs behind the bar.

The crowd went quiet except for a couple of catcalls from the drunks.

“Where’s the trannies! Show yer knickers! Bet you two strumpets can’t even play!” the usual asinine comments from the stupid drunken unwashed.

“Queue Panti, standby spotlight” Wendy said.

A single brilliant white spotlight fell on Panti who was standing centre stage with her head bent.

Just like at the dress rehearsal she was dressed in her blue sequined, long-sleeved cocktail dress the hem of which rested high on her thighs. Her jet black hair was worn in ringlets, she was heavily made up with black eyeliner and mascara, colourful eyeshadow and red lipstick; her cheeks rouged. She was accessorised with gold costume jewellery: earings, necklace, bangles, rings and an ankle chain.

Her legs were spread wide; her feet perched in black four-inch high heels. Her fingernails were painted red, the ones on her left hand cut short and ones on her right hand excessively long.

She lifted her head and began to play her black Les Paul Gibson.

The introduction to ‘Sweet Child of Mine’ blared from the amplifiers; almost deafening the crowd.

The rest of the stage remained in total darkness and the crowd stood transfixed, staring at the beautiful young woman alone on the stage playing the solo.

The drum beat cut in and built to a crescendo. At the part of the intro where the cymbals crashed and the rhythm and bass joined in, the stage suddenly exploded in a shower of glittering silver and gold sparkles and lighting effects, illuminating the rest of the band. A huge sign above the band in aqua and pink neon read: trAnsVixen.

The capital ‘A’ was the stylised silhouette of a woman in high heels and a tight dress bent at the waist; her spread legs improvising the two sides of the letter A. The capital V was the stylised silhouette of a woman in high heels sitting on her derriere with her legs in the air spread wide; her spread legs improvising the two sides of the letter V. For modesty’s sake, in both cases, the silhouette clearly defined the hem of her skirt clinging to her thighs.

The sign was Wendy’s idea and the crowd roared when it was illuminated.

Panti continued the solo, skipping and strutting along the stage as she played, and every eye in the audience followed her.

“That’s my girl,” Wendy whispered.

Wendy stayed for most of the concert. The biggest cheer went up when Panti and Cherri stood back to back playing the extended lead break of Emerald.

“Ok you fuckers! Now we got a following,” the normally unemotional Wendy pumped a fist in the air.

Wendy decided to go down to the floor and check out the punters. They were rocking along with the band. The two gorgeous chicky-babe guitarists were a pull, but the band was tight and the crowd genuinely appreciated their music.

After watching the band and the audience for a while, Wendy went back of stage where the dressing rooms and offices were located. The venue was non-smoking but she could light up back here without the security guys hassling her and she desperately needed a cigarette.

She opened the door to a small office with the words ‘Stage Manager’ stencilled on the filthy glass window.

As soon as she entered she smelled the cigar smoke.

Tony Carlotta was sitting in a beat up swivel chair with his feet on the cluttered desk. He smiled his shark-smile when Wendy came through the door.

“You looking for a place to smoke too,” he observed.

Wendy mooched around in her bag until she found her cigarettes and lighter and she lit up. She sat in another crappy swivel chair across from Tony and smiled.

“The band is great. The place is packed,” she grinned.

“Sticking those trannies out front was a great marketing ploy Wendy. Bet you wished you’d done the deal at fifteen percent now,” Tony grinned.

Wendy grinned back at him.

“That extra ten precent wasn’t worth my self esteem,” she took a drag of her smoke and blew it his way, smiling back at him.

“Yeah; little Miss Panti Pops said the same thing when she had to settle for me taking twenty five percent of the door. Still you get fifteen percent of the bar profits,” Tony blew on the tip of his cigar.

Wendy frowned. How the fuck did Tony know her son’s femme name was Panti Pops; he wouldn’t have bothered to read the flyers surely? And what did he mean by ‘she had to settle’?

“You look concerned Wendy. Didn’t Panti tell you about her little visit to me?”

Wendy envisioned Tony as a wolf circling a baby. She paled at the thought of Panti getting anywhere near this crook. She stubbed out her cigarette; unable to meet Tony’s eyes.

“She didn’t tell you did she? How do you think the deal got remade? Did you think I just decided to be magnanimous about a couple of drag fags appearing at one of my venues?”

“You may not be as smart as I thought you were,” Tony leered at Wendy.

Wendy had been trying to light another cigarette in an attempt to disguise her anger and she kept flicking the lighter but it wouldn’t light. When Tony made the comment about her not being smart she struck out at him.

Once again Tony’s girth disguised his agility and he caught her wrist. He twisted it and smiled. He reached into his jacket pocket with his other hand and produced his lighter. He lit the lighter and pushed it towards her face, then he held it under her cigarette.

Wendy exhaled a stream of smoke.

“You gonna behave?” he looked at her solemnly.

Wendy nodded and he let her go and she fell back into her chair.

Tony blew a cloud of cigar smoke towards the evening.

“Thought I’d come along myself to see how well it’s going as I have a vested interest,” he continued.

“The trouble for you now is that you are a victim of your own success,” Tony grinned.

“I kind of lied when I told Panti the deal was back on. What I meant to say was that the deal was back on for tonight.”

“But we have contract for seven nights!” Wendy hissed.

“Come on dear; I’m Tony Carlotta. What do you think any contract means to me?” he clicked his fingers.

“But I tell you what. You send that gorgeous little Panti Pops back to see me tonight or tomorrow and you get another night here,” he smirked.

“Fuck!” Wendy cursed.

“Maybe…we haven’t done that yet; but I don’t kiss and tell.”

The very thought of Tony touching her son filled Wendy with revulsion. This was exactly the reason she had set Panti up with Cherri; so that perverts like Tony wouldn’t prey on her.

There was only one thing for it.

“What about if it was me?” Wendy gulped.

Tony beamed.

“Well I did tell your little girl that she had a remarkable resemblance to a younger you, and it was you who I was after originally.”

Wendy was ever the astute business woman. She to figure out a way to make this work in her favour.

In the interim; she had some unpleasant work to do.

She rose out of her chair and smoothed her skirt and blouse ensuring Tony looked at her breasts and legs.

He got out of his chair and came around and stood in front of Wendy. With no by your leave he reached out and began to massage her breasts through her satin blouse.

“My god you’ve got great tits Wendy! I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” Tony gasped.

He stopped long enough to help her off with her jacket and blouse and then he pulled her roughly to him and slid his hands under her bra cups and kissed her passionately.

Wendy hadn’t had a man for quite a while and although Tony was rough with her she responded. When he tweaked her nipples she gasped and pulled his face to hers and slid her tongue into his mouth. She rubbed her body against his, feeling roughness of his suit against her bare bosom.

Tony lowered his face to Wendy’s breasts and sucked on her nipples and Wendy gasped. She held his head while he suckled her breasts for a while and then he returned to kissing her.

He pushed against her and her bottom pressed against the desk and he kissed her again; his hands roaming over her body.

Tony slid his hand under her skirt and massaged her pubis through the layers of panty and pantyhose. He could feel the heat through the silky material. She was wet!

Wendy shuddered as Tony caressed her through her underwear. She couldn't help herself; she was becoming aroused. She hadn't been touched for months and now this gangster was getting her hot! She blushed with shame but she felt her lust intensify.

“You’re liking this aren’t you, you horny bitch?” Tony sniggered.

Wendy blushed but she couldn’t stop herself gasping as Tony massaged her hot wet slit through her panties and hosiery. Tony guided Wendy’s hand down to his groin and she opened his flies and fumbled inside his Y-fronts until she was able to free his member. She undid his belt, and his trousers fell to the floor and she pushed down his underpants.

She looked down and saw that Tony was erect. His cock was long and thick, far bigger than her ex-husband’s was. Not that she saw much of anyone’s penis these days. She felt a little soiled; thinking these lewd thoughts. She justified to herself that she was doing her best to prevent Tony from molesting Panti but in some deep dark place she was ready for a good fucking.

“Ok Wendy here we go,” Tony grunted.

He reached into her panties and tore open the gusset of her pantyhose and kicked her feet further apart and pulled up her skirt admiring the view of her plump thighs encased in the dark nylon of her hosiery; her red satin panties contrasted nicely with the coffee-coloured hose. Whiffs of dark pubic hair were sticking out the gusset of her panties.

Wendy felt Tony’s fingers fondle the back of her knees and then begin a slow and steady crawl up her thighs, stopping occasionally to caress her legs. Wendy gasped and Tony smiled. He stroked the silky material on the front of her panties; the sight of the big red satin V of her full-cut panties was extremely arousing.

He positioned himself between her legs and forced his body against hers to hold her in place and pressed her buttocks into the desk. He roughly pulled the gusset of Wendy’s panties to one side to expose her pubis. He could smell her feminine hygiene product but it couldn’t mask the musky smell of arousal coming from her vagina.

“Are you are hot for it Wendy?” he smiled.

Wendy looked him in the face; and grinned with lust.

Wendy grunted as she felt Tony’s fingers part her outer lips and then explored the inner folds of her labia. Her legs started to shake; her high-heels skittering on the wooden floor. Tony laughed and pushed his finger inside the entrance to her vagina. Wendy moaned as the thick digit slid easily inside her.

Tony explored Wendy’s wet vagina; he was very excited, and a thin stream of clear fluid leaked from the eye of his glans and dribbled onto Wendy’s thigh and was quickly absorbed by her sheer nylons. He extracted his finger and licked it tasting a mixture of her vaginal secretions and perfume.

Wendy was quivering with lust and she was extremely aroused. Tony was working on her clitoris and her juices were flowing freely. She was panting and her hips were moving back and forth in time with Tony’s stroking. God he was getting her hotter than she’d been for years. Tony positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to Wendy’s vagina and parted her labia.

“Take fifteen percent?” Wendy gasped, gripping his cock tightly, preventing it from entering her.

“Take fifteen instead of twenty five and you can fuck me,” she whimpered.

“You blackmailing bitch! Bullshit! You want this as much as I do,” Tony said, his voice thick with lust.

Wendy slammed her legs shut and glared at him.

“Oh my god…ok...ok...ok fifteen percent!” Tony whined.

Wendy smiled and opened her legs.

“Go on then. What are you waiting for,” she moaned.

Tony pushed forward and the head of penis slid easily inside her. Wendy had had one child and her vagina was far from tight but it fit around Tony’s hard thick cock like a satin glove. He groaned.

“Oh my God” Wendy whimpered.

Tony slowly thrust backwards and forwards, his cock pushing at the walls of Wendy’s vagina. Wendy inhaled explosively as she felt Tony’s appendage intrude into her vagina, filling her with pulsing hard cock; it was definitely the biggest she had ever had and despite her predicament it felt good.

Tony kept pushing forward until his shaft was completely buried inside her and his pubis slammed against hers. Wendy exhaled and forced herself to relax the muscles of her vagina. The damage was done now; Tony was fucking her so she might as well relax and enjoy it. Her head was filled with conflicting emotions of disgust and lust. She pushed the thoughts of self-loathing aside and concentrated on the wonderful feelings emanating from her vagina.

Tony’s cock was snug inside Wendy’s wet cunt; it throbbed and pulsed, expanding and contracting the walls of her pussy; he rubbed his body against hers and his hands sought out her sleek nylon-encased thighs. He liked the feel of her silky nylons and panties against his bare skin. He knew that he couldn’t hold back his orgasm for long; he held onto Wendy’s hips and began to slowly fuck her. He leaned forward and began to nuzzle her neck; inhaling her perfume. Then he began to kiss her. Wendy allowed her lips to open and let Tony explore her mouth with his tongue.

Tony began to quicken the pace and Wendy responded by matching his thrusts with her own; pushing her pelvis out to meet his thrusts so that the base of his cock rubbed on her clitoris. Tony pounded his cock in and out of Wendy Grayson’s tight vagina. Her ample buttocks jiggled whenever Tony’s pubis smashed into hers which caused her taut thighs to quiver; her silky nylons glittering in the dim lamp light of the office.

Tony was gripping Wendy’s hips and slamming himself in and out of her and she was gasping and panting as he fucked her; her legs were spread wide and her high-heels scratched at the wooden floor; fighting to maintain her balance. Wendy could feel Tony’s cock expand inside her and she knew what was about to happen. Tony was about to spend himself inside her. Wendy used contraception so she wasn’t afraid that Tony would impregnate her but she did give a fleeting thought to sexually transmitted diseases. It was too late now but she should have made him wear a condom.

Then she felt Tony push himself deep inside her and his crotch slammed against hers and he ground himself against her and emptied his seed deep inside her. She could feel the warm ejaculate splash against the walls of her vagina. Wendy came and a huge orgasm raced through her body.

She couldn’t control herself and she locked her legs around Tony and pulled him to her. He loved the feel of her pantyhosed legs on his bare skin and he bucked and ground against this attractive woman who was now frantically kissing him and raking her nails down his back.

Tony exploded deep inside Wendy’s cunt and he growled with delight as his orgasm washed over him. His hands raked her buttocks and thighs, tearing her pantyhose and leaving little pink scratches on her smooth soft skin.

“Oh yeah baby! Fuck me back! Fuck me back” he howled as he climaxed.

Wendy pulled his lips back to hers and pushed herself harder against him; her tongue explored his mouth as their lips crushed together.

Wendy felt Tony clawing at her buttocks and thighs as his penis quivered and throbbed inside her, depositing stream after stream of hot semen. Her vagina expanded and contracted around the girth of Tony’s member and she felt wave after wave of sexual excitement ripple along the walls of her sex.

Wendy and Tony hammered against each other until they were both sated. Tony, finally spent, eased his cock out of Wendy’s soaking minge and watched a little stream of semen leak from her recently pounded cunt. He leaned down and kissed her one last time but she turned her head away from the kiss, ashamed of her actions now that she was coming down from her orgasm.

“Post coital regret hey Wendy? But at least you’ve got another day and at only fifteen percent,” Tony said as he pulled up his pants.

Wendy wiped herself with her handkerchief and did her best to adjust her knickers over her torn pantyhose gusset.

Tony buckled his belt.

“Well I’m off toots; thanks for the fuck and we’ll talk again tomorrow I’m sure. We need to negotiate for the day after tomorrow. We’ll probably have to take this one day at a time. I’m ambivalent; you can fuck me or send around young Panti again. She gives a great blowjob,” he jeered.

Wendy huffed with disgust and adjusted her bra, buttoned her blouse and tucked it into her skirt as Tony slithered out the door.

“Fuck! What do I do now?” Wendy mourned as she lit a cigarette and dropped into the swivel chair.

What neither she nor Tony had realised during their lustful interlude was that the band had stopped playing quite a while ago and were taking a break.

The male band members had gone down to the bar to get beer and mingle with the fans. Panti had gone for a wee. Cherri Pops had gone looking for somewhere to smoke and had found the stage manager’s office and then realised it was occupied.

She could hear lustful moans and groans and could make out the shapes of Wendy and Tony fucking through the dirty glass window and she smiled to herself and lit up. Good on you Wendy, getting a good fucking while we work hard making you money, Cherri thought.

But she had arrived only after Tony and Wendy began fucking; she didn’t know Wendy was being blackmailed until she overheard the conversation after they finished.

She stamped out her cigarette and moved down the corridor to hide from Tony and was thinking about what she could do to ease Wendy’s predicament. She also pondered Tony’s comment about Panti giving him a blowjob.

Transvixen played their last set, which included two encores, to a wildly enthusiastic audience.

Wendy had arranged an after party for the band at her place. It was fully catered and the band was on a high after their performance and they imbibed heavily of the alcohol provided.

“What a fucking high!” Bob Little exclaimed sucking on a double scotch.

“Brilliant!” Phil Benson beamed draining his fourth or fifth can of larger; he’d lost count.

“Pretty good,” the ever baleful Snoot Bizjack commented.

“Fucking amazing!” Panti Pops was still buzzing after the performance.

“Here’s to Wendy Grayson! The best manager a rock band could ever have!” Bob made a toast.

The tech guys and a few selected friends were also at the party and were all feeling pretty good.

At around two o’clock in the morning Wendy decided it was time to wrap things up. She’d gotten home before anyone else and changed her tattered pantyhose and sodden knickers and despite the success of the band’s performance, she was still feeling down, wondering how she was going to deal with Tony Carlotta.

Wendy eased the revellers out of the door reminding the boys in the band they had to perform again tonight and not to get too wasted.

Wendy, Panti and Cherri finally had the place to themselves and sipped a nightcap and smoked cigarettes.

“Ok girls. I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late,” Wendy was tired, a little drunk, and both elated by the band’s success and trepidicious about what to do about Tony.

Panti and Cherri were finally alone.

“You were fucking magnificent!” Panti complimented her best friend.

“No we were magnificent! That’s the best we’ve ever played together,” Cherri smiled.

“I have to admit I got a real buzz being on stage dressed like this,” Panti grinned.

“Me too,” Cherri smiled back.

They looked at each other and saw lust in each other’s eyes.

Panti wagged a finger at Cherri and she got up and walked over to the couch and dropped into Panti’s lap.

Cherri squirmed in Panti’s lap and smiled down at her.

“I have a confession to make,” Panti said.

“Oh look at you being all serious,” Cherri teased her girlfriend.

“I am serious,” Panti replied.

Cherri put her hands around Panti’s neck and gazed into her eyes.

“What babe?” Cherri asked.

“You know what we said about ‘the rules,’” Panti said.

“You mean no kissing, no fucking, no sucking each other’s cocks; just a bit of hand relief and frottage through our knickers and we always keep our knickers on?” Cherri said.

“That way what we do isn’t gay.”

“Well I want to break them,” Panti said solemnly.

“Oh thank fuck Panti! I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Cherri beamed and lowered her lips to her lover.

The two pretty T-Girls kissed. Hesitantly at first and then their passion built.

The girls luxuriated in the sweet taste of each other’s mouths, the taste of their lipstick as their lips crushed, the scent of their perfume, the soft embrace of their bodies. Cherri was becoming tumescent; the soft satin material of her panties caresses the sensitive flesh of her penis.

Their kisses become more frenzied and Panti pulled Cherri’s body close to hers; the feel of the soft fabric of their slinky dresses as they pressed against each other was electrifying. Panti’s tongue slid into Cherri’s mouth and she gasped as Panti’s fingers slid up her legs; the soft caress of her fingers on Cherri’s sheer nylon-clad thigh was delightfully thrilling.

Cherri responded and lifted the hem of Panti’s dress and stroked her thighs. Panti pulled Cherri closer and their tongues entwined. They fell down onto the couch, Panti on top of Cherri. She kissed Cherri passionately while her hands explored Cherri’s body. Eventually Panti’s hand slid up Cherri’s thigh, until her fingers rested on her panty-clad member.

“Mmm,” Cherri groaned as Panti squeezed it.

Panti broke their kiss briefly and smiled at Cherri.

“I knew you would like it,” Panti sighed.

Cherri reciprocated and slide her hand under Panti’s dress and found her turgid member sheathed in sheer panties. She traced the outline of Panti’s erection with her fingernail and Panti gasped in Cherri’s mouth.

The girls masturbated each other through their satin panties. They felt so feminine as they masturbated each other, slowly stoking each other through the silken fabric of their panties as they kissed and fondled each other.

Then Panti abruptly broke their kiss. She’s was lying on top of Cherri, looking down at her; her hands on Cherri’s shoulders their legs entwined.

“You are beautiful,” she sighed.

“As are you,” Cherri whispered.

Panti’s face fell to Cherri’s stomach and she kissed her there, then she proceeded to work her way down until her lips found the hem of her skirt. Panti was kneeling between Cherri’s legs and her lips found Cherri’s knees and she kissed them. Cherri shuddered with lust.

Panti worked her way back up Cherri’s legs; softly kissing the nylon-clad flesh; her fingers stroked Cherri’s calves, then the backs of her knees and then eventually her thighs. Panti rucked up Cherri’s dress and she lowered her face and her soft lips nuzzled Cherri’s cock through her silky pantyhose and satin panties.

“Oh God!” Cherri groaned as Panti kissed her shaft and tickled the glans of her penis with her tongue.

Panti took Cherri’s penis into her mouth. She suckled it briefly through the satin panty material and then she used her fingers to tear open Cherri’s pantyhose and free Cherri’s member from her panties.

She took Cherri's naked flesh into her hot wet mouth.

“Ohh Panti!” Cherri gasped.

Panti slowly began to fellate Cherri.

Her tongue found Cherri’s fraenulum and teased it as her lips locked around the base of Cherri’s penis. Then, as she lashed Cherri’s glans with her tongue she moved her lips up and down Cherri’s shaft. Her fingers continued to caress Cherri’s silken-clad thighs and she lay back in utter bliss and guided Panti’s mouth up and down her shaft. Cherri was close to coming.

“Ohh!” Cherri moaned and writhed on the couch.

She grasped Panti’s head and pushed it into her groin as she ejaculated.

Panti sucked and slathered Cherri’s member as she unloaded into Panti’s warm moist mouth. Panti’s tongue flickered over Cherri’s throbbing glans while her lips sucked the pulsing shaft and milked the spend from her lover.

Cherri’s feet drummed on the couch, her high-heels clattering and her body twisted and writhing with passion as the orgasm raged through her body. Cherri pushed Panti’s sweet face into her groin as the last of her issue dribbled from her penis. Panti kissed Cherri’s slowly deflating penis and then her firm thighs. She slid Cherri’s lipstick-stained penis back inside her panties and pulled down and straightened her dress.

Panti smiled up at Cherri and Panti rose up and fell on top of Cherri. She kissed Cherri who pulled her close and hugged her.

“Nice?” Panti smiled down at Cherri who nodded her assent.

“Now it’s your turn,” Panti’s smile turned into a mischievous grin.

Cherri can feel Panti’s erection through the layers of her lingerie and dress. It feels long, hard and thick. She reaches down and grasps it through the layers of silk, satin and nylon. It throbs in Cherri’s hand and Panti smiles and pulls Cherri’s face to hers.

Their legs intertwine and their nylons rasp as they come into contact. The feel of the gossamer garments brushing against one and other is magnificently titillating. Cherri pulls Panti close and rolls over so she is on top of her. Panti kisses Cherri and lifts her groin into her lover’s; Cherri feel Panti’s hard cock pressing against her.

Cherri lifts up Panti’s dress and bunches it around her waist. She lowers her body to Panti’s and their panty-clad members touch; Panti’s fully erect, Cherri’s flaccid but still sensitive. Cherri slides her nylon clad legs along her lover’s and grinds her pubis into Panti who sucks on Cherri’s tongue and hisses as she feels their satin-clad flesh rub together and their nyloned legs entwine.

“Oh Cherri; you are so beautiful! I love this! Please don’t stop!” Panti begs.

They caress, fondle and grope each other for what seems like an eternity. Cherri’s fingers finds Panti’s member and it is long, thick, hot and heavy. Her cock is so large that the head is poking above the waistband of her panties. Cherri strokes the satin-sheathed shaft before her fingers explore the pulsing purple head; the eye sticky with pre-seminal fluid.

“Oh you hussy!” Panti moans.

Cherri lowers her face and engulfs Panti’s penis in her mouth; pulling the panties out of the way so that she can get as much as Panti’s phallus as possible into her mouth.

Panti cries out and drums her heels on the couch.

“Oh you bitch! Suck me you bitch!” she wails and grips Cherri’s head and pushes her face down on her hard cock.

The shaft of Panti’s appendage feels firm and silky on Cherri’s lips; whilst the glans feels spongy and malleable. She explores it with her tongue, tickling Panti’s fraenulum whilst her lips slide up and down the shank. Cherri does not feel in any way homophobic; in her psyche she is not a man sucking another man’s cock.

She’s a sexy transvestite fellating her girlfriend. Cherri is comfortable with her sexuality and can enjoy the experience without the shame or disgust that she dreaded she might feel. The ‘rules’ have gone out of the window!

Cherri slows the rhythm and then increases it; she sucks and slathers Panti’s member, teasing her as Panti writhes and moans on the couch. Cherri can sense that Panti wants to climax but she holds her back. Cherri feels empowered; not at all submissive.

“Oh you bitch! Let me come! Make me come Cherri!” Panti begs.

Cherri is eager to taste Panti’s semen. She has no idea what semen tastes like but she imagines it will be exotic and sensuous, judging by how readily Panti gobbled down her issue.

Cherri locks her lips around the long thick shaft of Panti’s penis and slides her tongue around the corona of her glans and begins to suckle her cock as her head rises and falls. Cherri increases the tempo as she feels Panti’s penis begin to pulsate in her mouth.

“Ohh you sexy bitch!” Panti groans, and pushes Cherri’s face down onto her pulsing flesh.

Cherri’s mouth fills with warm musky viscous fluid. Panti is coming in her mouth. She sucks and licks Panti’s quivering phallus, encouraging Panti to empty her seed into her willing mouth. Cherri takes her girlfriend’s offering; swallowing the large quantities of semen.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes Cherri!” Panti moans as her body writhes and quivers.

Cherri carefully gleans the last few droplets of the precious fluid from the eye of Panti’s cock as her lips suckle the slowly deflating member.

Panti lovingly eases Cherri’s face from her groin and kisses her passionately for a long slow beat and can taste her semen on Cherri’s breath. They kiss and fondle each other lovingly for a while and then break for a cigarette and a drink.

“How was it honey?” Panti grins mischievously at Cherri.

“Babe; I don’t feel in any way gay. I just feel sated and exhilarated. I just Love being Cherri and like you, I loved being Cherri in public today; it was such a rush,” Cherri replied.

“I’ve been having these feelings for so long…I’ve really wanted to kiss and caress you…and of course, taste you,” Cherri blushed.

“Well I guess we’ve moved our relationship onto another level. We’re both comfortable with it so no need to psychoanalyse it,” Panti sipped her scotch and drew on her cigarette.

“Not at all baby, I loved it,” Cherri smiled at her lover.

“But just one question. What was it like sucking Tony Carlotta’s cock?”

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Four: Substitute

Cherri woke up on the couch at Wendy’s place and her head hurt. Panti had obviously wondered off to bed sometime during the early morning after their prolonged fellatio session and left her alone to sleep.

Cherri remembered that after they had made oral love they had argued about Panti sucking off Tony Carlotta. Panti claimed she had been blackmailed into it so the band could play at the Chelmsford Music Hall but Cherri claimed she had heard Tony claim that Panti had gone to his office of her own free will. It was a circular argument and had gotten nowhere.

The smell of coffee permeated the small lounge and she made her way through the detritus of beer bottles, overturned ashtrays and half-empty glasses on her stockinged feet to the kitchen where she found Wendy brewing coffee.

“Not very British I know but after a heavy night give me a cup of hot coffee over an insipid cup of tea any time,” Wendy smiled.

Wendy was dressed in one of her navy blue business suits, white satin blouse, dark stockings and black high heels. Her makeup was perfect and her hair was lustrous.

“I fucking hate you Wendy,” Cherri jibed.

“I feel and look like shit and you look like you stepped off the cover of a magazine.”

“Yeah but I’m suffering inside and you’re younger than me. In a few hours you’ll look stunning and be ready to put in full day and I’ll start to look tired and feel like shit,” Wendy replied.

They both laughed and then pulled up stools to the breakfast bar and sipped their coffee in silence.

“How bad is it?” Cherri broke the silence.

“No babe! You and Transvixen were wonderful! Keep playing and putting on the stage show like you did last night and the money will come rolling in,” Wendy smiled wanly.

“Don’t bullshit me Wendy. You know what I’m talking about, Tony is squeezing us. We have to negotiate the deal for our gig at Chelmsford Dance Hall from day to day; not the original seven day contract that you told us we had.”

“How do you know that!” Wendy snapped.

“Don’t worry. I know what I know,” Cherri replied looking down at her coffee.

She couldn’t bring herself to look Wendy in the eye.

“You let me worry about the business side of things and you concentrate on the music,” Wendy replied.

“Something else Wendy,” Cherri hesitated and then went on.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while a now. I haven’t even told Panti. I’m going full time trans.”

“I don’t think like a man any more; I think like a woman. I love being Cherri Pops and that’s who I am inside as well as outside. Mom will go nuts but I can’t fight it any more and having come out on stage I’m no longer afraid of who I am,” Cherri sighed.

Wendy arose and lifted Cherri from her stool and hugged her.

“I guessed this was coming. It was so obvious to me that you were more comfortable in the skin of Cherri than Steve whenever you came around here. Good on you girl. All the best. You know I love you like a daughter,” Wendy said.

“Yeah, I’ve even picked a name. I can’t grow old with the name ‘Cherri Pops’, so I’m going with Michelle. It’s an obvious choice given I was born Mike but I actually like it and it sounds sophisticated.”

“I’m going out today to buy some more appropriate day to day casual clothes. As much as I love dressing like this; I know its not how girls usually dress unless they are going out glammed up,” Cherri smiled.

“Oh I don’t know Cherri; I can’t tell you the last time I pulled on trousers and a T-shirt,” Wendy grinned.

“That’s because you never stop working. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed in anything but a business suit except for a nightie when your ready for bed,” Cherri replied.

“Yeah well welcome to the ranks of womanhood. I’ll talk to you later about what its going to be like living full time as a woman. It’s not all sex, drugs and rock and roll,” she chuckled.

“I gotta go it’s nearly ten and I’ve got four other acts besides you guys to manage. Kick Panti in the arse when you get back from shopping and get her out of bed ready for this afternoon’s rehearsal please sweetie,” Wendy kissed Cherri on the cheek, picked up her handbag and made her way to the door.

Cherri poured another cup of coffee and drifted into deep thought. That cunt Tony had molested her girlfriend Panti. Admittedly Panti had confessed she quite liked her first time with a man but she was still coerced and Wendy had sacrificed her body for the good of the band. Again Cherri had heard Wendy’s squeals of delight when Tony fucked her but it was still blackmail.

She rummaged around the cupboards and found some aspirin and took four.

Panti was still asleep so she used Wendy’s ensuite bathroom to shower, clean her teeth and fix her hair.

Cherri took a deep breath. She’d been dressing with Panti for over a year now and was adept at makeup, clothes, walking and talking like a woman. She knew should could carry it off and likely pass in public. She’d made her debut on stage last night and now was the real test. Could she pass on the street?

She used Wendy’s makeup; not quire as heavy as stage makeup but still plenty of it, especially eye makeup. She used lots of eyeliner and mascara and picked a ruby-red lipstick. Her nails were still painted from last night. She sprayed herself with perfume.

She’d bought a change of underwear, black panties and matching bra. She slipped into these and brushed out her long blonde hair and then tied it in a ponytail. She rummaged in around in Wendy’s wardrobe and found a pair of slacks and a plain white blouse. Both a little big for her but she cinched the waist of the slacks and left the blouse hanging out and loose.

She dropped her heels and jewellery into a shoulder bag and rummaged around until she found a pair of flats.

She stopped in the kitchen and wrote Panti a note: ‘Gone shopping. See you at rehearsal, xxx Cherri’.

She finished her coffee, now gone cold, took a deep breath and stepped outside.

The day was bright and she put on her sunglasses. She checked out her reflection in the windows of the houses and the shops as she passed them and was delighted to see the reflection of casually dressed young girl out and about reflected back at her.

She turned a few heads, as any pretty young girl was likely to do, but her confidence grew.

Cherri stopped outside Debenhams department store and pushed down her hysteria at being out and about for the first time and stepped inside.

She had no intention of purchasing any day-to-day wear. She was on a mission and needed to be dressed appropriately. The procuring of jeans and T-shirts could wait another day.

She went straight to the lingerie department and browsed. She declined the offer of a young shop assistant to help her, she was happy to browse by herself thank you very much. There was so much to select from but she had an idea what she wanted and she found what she was looking for on a store mannequin.

Red boy-leg lace panties and matching bra. She knew her size and selected the items off the shelf. She selected a bra with B cups; she had no intention of stuffing the cups and although she fully intended to purchase breastforms, today would not be the day. She went to the hosiery section and selected a pair of black fifteen denier stay-up stockings.

Then she went over to ladies clothing and was a little intimidated at the selection. A middle aged shop assistant, plump but very attractive, came over and offered to help.

“I want something sophisticated but sexy,” she said.

The assistant eyed her up and down and smiled.

“You want to be noticed, but not trashy,” she nodded.

“Come this way.”

“If I was twenty years younger this is what I’d wear,” the assistant beamed.

“And I think this is your size.”

She handed Cherri a red skirt and jacket. The pencil skirt was short; very short and the jacket was long. The bottom of the jacket came only an inch above the hem of the skirt.

“You need a blouse. Try this,” she handed Cherri a simple cream satin blouse.

“If you wear the blouse open at the neck it will look great. If you dare to leave the second button open so you can just get peek of that lacy bra it will look magnificent,” she smiled at Cherri.

“I’m Stephanie, the supervisor of ladies apparel at Debenhams and if may be so bold as to say so you look lovely,” she gave genuine smile to Cherri.

“I’m guessing you’re new to this but don’t be afraid. Just be confident, you’re young, you’re beautiful and if I may say so you are very appealing.”

“You clocked me,” Cherri blushed.

“Honey I doubt anyone else would, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I’m happy to be of service to you. It’s refreshing to serve a delightful sophisticated lady like yourself rather than some of the, ahem…shall we say riff raff that come here to buy knickers and stockings that they will undoubtedly ruin in the confines of their bedrooms.”

Cherri laughed and Stephanie laughed politely with her. Stephanie had made Cherri feel comfortable.

“Come lets go to the fitting rooms and see what works and what doesn’t,” Stephanie led the way carrying the clothing.

“I propose you change into that lovely red underwear and those black stockings and try on the blouse, skirt and jacket over the top. Do you have heels or do we need to go to footwear?” Stephanie asked.

Cherri patted her shoulder bag.

There was no impropriety; Stephanie was completely professional. She left Cherri alone to change into her underwear and then she assisted Cherri change into the blouse skirt and jacket and then bought her out into the better light of the store and had Cherri stand in front of a full length mirror.

“If I may say so you look exceptional. Sophisticated but alluring,” Stephanie smiled.

“You mean sexy?” Cherri smiled.

“Decorum and store policy prevent me from saying so but yes,” Stephanie smirked.

“Those black heels are prefect but may I be so bold?” Stephanie undid Cherri’s ponytail and fanned out her hair.

“I’d gobble you up myself if was so inclined,” Stephanie beamed.

“Can I ask a favour?” Cherri grinned at Stephanie.

“Can I wear this out of here?”

“Darling let me snip the tags off everything and I’ll run them through the register. I’ll scan the packet that the stockings came in. If you want to go back in the fitting room and accessorise I’ll have it all done for you in a jiffy,” Stephanie said.

Cherri handed Stephanie her Barclays card.

“Ahem. I’ll pay for the items with this card but would you prefer the receipt in another name?” Stephanie asked.

“Yes. My name is Michelle Murphy,” she said confidently.

Back in the fitting room she put in her gold drop earrings, put a simple gold chain around her neck a gold bangle on each wrist. She slid a couple of rings on her fingers. It was all costume but good quality. She brushed out her hair and fixed her makeup.

“Fuck I look good!” she grinned in the mirror.

Stephanie returned with a receipt and huge Debenhams shopping bag.

“Pop your street clothes in here doll. And here’s a loyalty card in the name of Michelle Murphy,” she handed the card over.

Cherri was excited. The first document in the name of her new identity.

“One final request if I may?” Stephanie handed Cherri a flyer.

There was the picture of Panti and Cherri in matching red mini-dresses, and red heels standing side on, back to back, posing with their guitars, with their pretty faces turned towards the camera. Bob, Snoot and Phil stood beside them, arms folded.

On the top of the flyer was printed ‘Transvixen - Rock and Roll Covers – All Your Hard Rock Favourites’ and under that ‘Chelmsford Dance Hall – Fri to Sat – Concert starts at 7pm’. On the bottom was printed ‘Panti and Cherri Pops – Chicks With Guitars – Are they or aren’t they?’

“I’m Cherry Pops; you clocked me again,” Cherri smiled.

“My son was there yesterday. You will be pleased to know that he thought the concert was, ahem… ‘bitchin’. You may or may not be pleased to know that he wants to shag you both,” Stephanie said.

Cherri burst out laughing and so did Stephanie, they hugged each other briefly and then Stephanie led Cherri to the front of the store and handed her the shopping bag.

“You’re welcome back any time Michelle. And if I may so, you are delightful,” she kissed Cherri on the cheek.

Cherri blushed and sauntered out of the store and this time every head she passed turned in her direction.

She grinned as she strutted confidently down the street.

“Oh for fuck sake not another one!” Lucy screeched when Cherri burst through the door of the ante room to Tony’s office.

“I wanna see Mister Tony Carlotta,” Cherri announced.

“And who it this time? Another tranny from that rock band?” Lucy smacked her gum.

“Tell him Cherri Pops is here to see him.”

“Panti Pops, Cherri Pops…whose next…Lolly Pops?’ Lucy sneers.

“Well you can’t go in. You should have made an appointment; he’s meeting with Theo and Christopher Balzono. It’s very important and he’s not to be disturbed,” Lucy grins.

Cherri walks over to the door to Tony’s office with the intention of bursting in but it’s locked.

“Told ya!” Lucky smacks her gum joyfully.

Cherri turns and is about to give up when the intercom cackles.

“What the fuck Lucy! I told you I’m not to be disturbed,” Tony’s voice comes out of the tinny speaker.

“It’s another one of those trannies from the band. Say’s her name’s Cherri Pops can you believe,” Lucy speaks into the intercom and looks at Cherri like she’s a tramp.

Tony is about to conclude his business with Theo and Christopher Balzono; two thugs who run his prostitution and drug racket. They are sitting in chairs facing his desk.

“Hey. We got a few trans girls working for us?” Tony asks them.

“Yeah a couple. They do good business with a certain kind of clientele. Why Tony?” Chris asks.

“You gotta see this chick. She fronts a rock a band that I got a percentage of. There are two of them and I saw them last night at Chelmsford. The other chick gave me a blow job just so they could play last night. They’re fucking hot. What do you say? You wanna stick around; have some fun?” Tony grinned.

“If she’s as hot as you say why not?” Chris says shrugging his shoulders.

“Hey I got no place to be and I don’t mind fucking a tranny is she’s hot,” Theo added.

“Send in Miss Pops,” Tony barks into the intercom.

He stands and walks over and unlocks and opens the door.

Cherri gives Lucy the finger and prances into Tony’s office but loses all of confidence when she sees the other two men.

She stands just inside the doorway and the three men leer at her. Tony closes and locks the door.

“What can I do for you honey?” the shark grin appears yet again.

“I’d rather it be just you and me Mister Carlotta,” Cherri says softly.

“Nah. These guys are cool. How rude of me Cherri; please meet Theo and Chris, companions of mine.”

Chris and Theo leer at her; lust is evident on their faces.

“Well its kind of personal,” Cherri shuffles her feet.

“Personal like what? Like your girlfriend gave me a blowjob and your manager let me fuck her so you can keep playing my joint in Chelmsford. That kind of personal?” Tony circles the pretty T-Girl.

Cherri has lost her determination. This isn’t how she saw this going down. It was just supposed to be her and Tony.

“You come to bargain with me? You offering something for another night at the Dance Hall?” he grinned.

“Well I tell you what honey. I’ve had just about all the fun I can with you girls and I’m getting bored so I’ll make you a deal.”

“You get a full week at Chelmsford Dance Hall. That’s seven days from tomorrow; Wendy already paid for that, so to speak. So that’s two extra days. I take fifteen percent of the door and Wendy gets fifteen percent of the bar sales. Your tranny band is gonna make a mint…but I want my last bit of fun with you.”

“You be nice to me, Chris, and Theo and it’s a deal,” Tony grinned.

Chris and Theo look the pretty transvestite in the red suit up and down and nod appreciatively. The bulges in their pants give away their intentions.

Cherri had been timidly looking down at her shoes but she isn’t stupid. She knew that Tony could leave the door locked and the three men could do whatever they wanted with her. If she was going to give up her virginity she might as well make it count.

“I want it on paper and I want it now,” Cherri said defiantly.

“Dust off the contract for Chelmsford Dance Hall with Wendy Grayson. Extend it two days and fax copies to Wendy and to the Chelmsford Council offices,” Tony leaned over his desk and said into the intercom.

“And do it now!”

“Yes Mister Carlotta,” Lucy replied.

“Ok?” Tony grinned.

“Ok,” Cherri replied and braced for what was about to happen.

Tony stepped forward and pulled Cherri roughly into his arms. His mouth fell on hers with ravenous hunger; his tongue thrusting into her mouth. He crushed her hard against his thick body and Cherri could feel a huge bulge thickening through the material of his trousers. ‘My God,’ she thought; this is going to be appalling. She relaxed and allowed Tony to kiss and grope her.

Tony pushed Cherri backwards until she felt the couch against the back of her legs but Tony kept pushing her so that she was forced to sit down on the couch. Tony sat down next to Cherri and reached for her again. Cherri didn’t resist as Tony kissed her passionately, snuffling and groaning with lust.

She heard the soft scraping of chairs on the carpeted floor and opened her eyes and saw Theo and Chris setting up their chairs next to the couch so they could watch what Tony was doing to her. They intended to be an audience and witness her being debased at the hands of Tony.

Tony pulled Cherri sideways and she realised what he was trying to do. She allowed him to pull her onto his lap so that she was straddling him with her knees apart on either side of his thighs and her face level with his. He kissed her deeply and his hands slid under her skirt up her silky nyloned thighs and stroked her stocking tops as his breathing quickened.

He pushed against her shoulders forcing her face away from his. Cherri was now kneeling astride him, with her high heels hooked over the edge of the couch and her bottom perched on his knees. Tony held Cherri by her shoulders to keep her balanced; her skirt rode up to reveal the dark welts of her stocking tops.

“Take it out!” Tony growled.

Cherri understood what he wanted and knew that resistance was futile. She reached down and unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt. She struggled with the button at the top of his trousers but eventually popped it open; she rummaged in his underpants until her fingers found his massive hard cock and freed it. It sprang upright between them; the glans glistening in the dull light. It was at least eight inches long, sleek, circumcised; a brutal a weapon.

Cherri prayed silently as Tony let go of one of her shoulders and spat in his hand and coated his member with his spit.

“A little lube will ease the pain for her. I’ve decided to be kind,” Tony sniggered at Chris and Theo.

The graveness of the situation caused Cherri to become numb with shock and she was now just a puppet for these men to do with as they pleased. Her consciousness retreated and she became a compliant toy.

Tony thrust his hand back under Cherri’s skirt and entwined his fingers in the waistband of her boy-leg panties and pulled them down her thighs until they would move no further. He tore at the lacy garment until it fell down around her thigh; the ripped fragment of red satin panty contrasting with her black stockings. He pushed both hands under Cherri’s skirt and dug his fingers into her soft buttocks and lifted her bottom up clear of his thighs and pulled her forward.

Tony slowly lowered Cherri onto his stiff rampant cock until his glans nestled against her sphincter. He moved his hands onto her shoulders and pushed her down thrusting up with his groin at the same time.

Cherri screamed as Tony’s inadequately lubricated cock forced its way past the tight bud of her sphincter. It was the most intense pain she had ever felt. She had not told Panti, but Cherri had pushed dildos and vibrators inside herself before but they were always well lubricated. Tony’s cock felt like a red hot poker as it split her back passage.

Cherri bucked and tried to force the invading member from her rear entrance but Tony held her shoulders in a vice-like grip and pushed her down onto his lap.

“Stop struggling girly!” he hissed, “You know the deal!”

Cherri forced herself to relax and put her hands out and rested them on Tony’s shoulders so that she had more control of her lower body. She wriggled her backside until Tony’s cock was not causing quite as much pain and then she forced herself to slacken her sphincter muscles and slowly lowered herself. Tears of pain streamed down her face but she persevered and instead of fighting against Tony she used her own strength to control the rate at which his invading member entered her.

After a few minutes of suppressed agony and silent screams she was fully impaled on Tony’s shaft; her soft buttocks resting in his groin. Tony sighed as Cherri held herself still as she relaxed her internal muscles and allowed her anus to accommodate Tony’s swollen penis. Another beat passed and she was past the worst of the pain. She felt stuffed and invaded but the pain began to recede until it became a feeling of general uncomfortableness.

“Oh yeah baby; that’s nice and tight,” Tony sighed.

He pushed up with his groin and wriggled his hips swivelling his member around inside Cherri, loosening the tight grip of her anal muscles on his erection. Pre-seminal fluid was leaking the eye of his cock as he became more aroused and further lubricated his shaft and he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of Cherri’s anus. Cherri held on to Tony’s shoulders and controlled the tempo as he began to fuck her.

The long slow strokes and the steady stream of pre-come was lubricating Cherri’s back passage and helped her to relax her internal muscles. Cherri got into the rhythm with Tony and now that the pain had gone she concentrated on getting this ravishment over with as soon as possible and with the least possible pain.

Theo opened his flies and freed his own erection and gently stroked it as he stared with voyeuristic pleasure as Tony fucked Cherri. The sight before him was highly titillating and the anticipation of participating in the sex was getting him extremely aroused.

Cherri was now quite comfortable sitting astride Tony while he slowly fucked her; the pain had subsided and although she still felt shamed and humiliated, in the dark recesses of her mind she realised that a scintilla of pleasure was starting to course through her body. She had adjusted herself so that Tony’s glans massaged her prostate as he thrust slowly in and out. Reflexively she was matching the pace of his thrusts and adjusted her position in his lap to take advantage of the stimulation.

Cherri opened her eyes and saw that Tony was leaning back on the couch; he no longer needed to physically force Cherri to participate in the fucking, so he had moved his hands to her thighs, stroking her stocking tops as she slowly humped up and down in his lap.

Theo stood and made his way over the couch and knelt on the over stuffed armrest. He proffered his erect penis at Cherri. Tony turned Cherri’s head towards Theo’s groin and she took his phallus in her mouth.

Now it was a matter of getting this over with as soon as possible. She trilled her tongue under the sensitive base of the Theo’s glans and she could feel his cock throb in her mouth every time she did. Theo placed his hand on Cherri’s head and eased her face back and forth in time with his thrusts. Theo’s short stubby cock was actually easy for Cherri to accommodate and she had no trouble breathing while she accepted his organ in her mouth and further stimulated it with her tongue.

Cherri was now fully engrossed in the sex and had to concentrate in order to coordinate pleasuring the two cocks simultaneously. She sucked on Theo’s cock and licked and slavered at his glans whilst maintaining a steady rhythm in concert with Tony’s fucking. Her anus had dilated enough so that she was able to lift her bottom up from Tony’s lap so that just his glans remained trapped by her sphincter and then she pushed down until the hilt of his shaft was buried deep inside her anus. The friction of his glans on her prostate and his shaft on her sphincter was now sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could no longer pretend to herself that she was not taking pleasure from the sex. She was still fearful and felt degraded but she couldn’t control the involuntary actions of her body as her excitement mounted.

Tony began to quicken the pace and Cherri matched him thrust for thrust. His crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed against her thighs and buttocks, Cherri fucked him back, timing her thrusts to meet his; Theo’s cock increased its tempo, sliding in and out of her painted mouth faster and faster as she sucked and slavered his erect member.

“Oh fuck I’m coming!” Tony groaned.

“Oh fuck I’m right there with you boss!” Theo moaned in reply.

Cherri felt her back passage flood as Tony jammed his cock deep inside her and pushed her down forcefully in his lap, squeezing her thighs painfully. He pushed up as stream after stream of his hot semen ejaculated inside her. Cherri could feel the viscous fluid filling her as Tony’s cock convulsed inside her. She was ashamed to admit to herself that she was secretly enjoying the fact that she had bought her first man to orgasm inside her.

“Take it you bitch! Take it!” Tony screamed as the last of his seed emptied into Cherri.

Cherri ground her buttocks down into Tony’s crotch, her anal muscles milking him of the last of his emission. Warm semen flooded her back passage and Tony’s glans pressed against her prostate in the final throes of ejaculation.

Cherri felt her own penis becoming erect as Theo began to come in her mouth. Cherri suckled his erect penis and coaxed out his orgasm and her mouth filled with creamy viscous semen.

Theo pulled his cock from her mouth as the last jets of ejaculate spurted from him and splashed Cherri’s face with semen. She gasped in surprise and degradation as Theo’s seed sprayed into her hair and splattered her face. Her eyes stung as the warm secretions mixed with her mascara and ran down her face. A few final spatters splashed on to her blouse and she felt it soaking through the satin material of her blouse onto her skin.

“Get off me you bitch! I don’t want no come covered tranny on top of me!” Tony said, struggling to push Cherri off his lap.

Chris had been sitting there masturbating watching the beautiful young tranny being used and now he wanted to get in on the action. He was very strong and he pulled Cherri to her feet, spun her around and tossed her back on the couch so that she ended up kneeling on the couch facing the wall.

Chris stepped in close behind Cherri and grabbed her ankles and spread her legs; Cherri’s soft white buttocks were fully exposed to him because her skirt was still rucked around her waist. A rivulet of Tony’s semen drizzled from her sphincter.

“At least she’s lubed up,” Chris laughed.

Chris stood between Cherri’s spread ankles and put his hands on her hips and pulled her back hard against him. He pushed forward with his hips and she felt his member nestle in her lubricated anal bud. He grunted and pushed forward with all his bodyweight and his shaft slid slowly and steadily inside Cherri’s tight back passage. His crotch slammed hard against her soft creamy buttocks and he ground his crotch in a circular motion against Cherri’s lovely soft derriere.

Cherri screamed as Chris’s cock forced its way inside her but there was no real pain. She was well lubricated and still dilated from the fucking she had received only minutes earlier. Chris’s member slid slowly but inevitably deeper and deeper inside her until she felt him pull her soft buttocks back hard against him; he gyrated his hips as he worked his turgid member around inside her back passage.

“Oh yeah baby I’m coming!!!!” Chris moaned as his orgasm coursed through his body.

Then Cherri felt the hot gush of semen deep inside her for the second in only minutes, as Chris emptied himself deep inside her.

Chris howled and shuddered as his orgasm peaked; he ground his hips harder against Cherri’s buttocks. Cherri was still semi-erect from her last fucking and as Chris’s glans pulsated and throbbed against her sensitive prostrate, splashing it with his hot seed, exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through her lower regions and her penis stiffened and ejaculated; her own semen dribbled down on to the couch. She couldn't suppress the pleasure she was feeling even though she felt utterly debased.

Chris pushed Cherri forward and pulled away from her and his cock exited her anus with an audible plop. The three thugs watched as trickles of semen seeped out of Cherri’s sphincter and ran down her thighs, soaking into her stocking tops.

“I always come quick when I do ‘em doggy style,” Chris sniggered and spanked Cherri on the buttocks.

“Thanks for the fuck honey!” Tony quipped and slapped her on the bottom.

“Here, you clean up and you two fuck off and get to work,” Tony tossed a box of Kleenex on the couch.

Cherri remained facing the wall while she dabbed at her blouse and wiped her bottom. She wiped her face and bunched up the Kleenex in a ball and dropped them on the couch while she adjusted her clothing. Her new red lacy panties were in tatters and she rummaged in the large carry back and found the black panties she had worn to Debenhams and slipped into them.

She realised how awkward this was for everyone as they adjusted their clothing but she heard Chris and Theo leave and turned her head and saw she was alone with Tony.

“You’re a good kid you know,” he patted her gently on the bottom.

“There’s a little bathroom through that door. Go use it to fix up your face and whatever,” Tony pointed to a door at the back of his office.

Cherri emerged ten minutes later, her makeup fixed, her hair brushed and her clothing rearranged. She’d wiped away as much as the semen as she could off her blouse and it was hardly noticeable on the cream fabric.

Tony had poured a couple of drinks and he was smoking a cigar. He pointed to a chair across from him and he pushed the tumbler of scotch towards Cherri. He lit her cigarette.

“I meant what I said. You are a good kid. Not many would put up with what you did to save their friends livelihood,” Tony raised his glass to her.

“Look I know I’m a fat old man but I really like you babe. I’m not going to stalk or harass you but if you should ever fancy spending some time with a rich old gangster…well you know,” Tony was actually blushing.

“You got the contract and its binding this time. No more fucking around it’s a good deal for all of us; good business. I saw the figures this morning.”

“And I promise, I really do, that I won’t tell Wendy what happened today. On my heart,” he made the sign of the cross.

“Thank you Tony. I’d prefer no one knew,” Cherri smiled at him.

“Ok gorgeous. Fuck off I got work to do and you’re a distraction,” he smiled at her.

Tony led Cherri to the door and bent and kissed her softly.

“I meant what I said about spending some time with me. Dinner, champagne, a show?” he grinned at her.

He politely put his arm around her shoulder as he led her to the ante room and kissed her on the cheek.

“Lucy! Get this young lady a copy of the contract you faxed to Wendy,” he bellowed.

Tony turned about and went back to his office and closed the door.

Lucy begrudgingly handed Cherri a copy of the contract.

“What did that cost you?” Lucy looked at Cherri with disdain.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you join me for lunch in the café across the road and I’ll tell you,” Cherri smiled at Lucy.

“I don’t get off for another forty minutes,” Lucy lamented.

“That’s ok you can meet me there,” Cherri smiled.

“Try not to suck too many cocks when you come through the car park,” Cherri said bitingly and swaggered out of the office.

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Five: Panti Pops Her Top

Cherri had no intention of going to lunch. She read the contract on the bus on the way back to Debenhams and did some mental math. If Wendy was right about the band’s success Michelle Murphy could set herself up in her own right. She could move out of home and live full time transgendered until she decided how far she intended to transition. It was early days but she knew she couldn’t keep living a lie.

Mike Murphy was gone. Michelle Murphy had risen from his remains like a phoenix. Cherri Pops was Michelle’s alter ego; her onstage persona if you like. A lot of professionals in the arts had surrogate personas and so would she. Cherri Pops would be the flirty T-Girl rock star while Michelle Murphy lived her life a little less licentiously.

She felt exhilarated having made her decision.

She found Stephanie at her station in the ladies apparel at Debenhams, she was surprised that Cherri had returned so soon.

“I need another pair of those red knickers,” Cherri blushed when Stephanie raised an eyebrow.

“But more importantly I need some everyday clothes. Jeans, slacks, tops, skirts and blouses. Even some sensible shoes,” Cherri extrapolated.

Stephanie and Cherri furthered their budding friendship and Cherri explained how she was going to move out of home and live full time as a trans woman. Stephanie helped her select clothes, shoes and accessories. They even went to the luggage section and got her a suitcase to put her purchases in and to help her move home.

“Can I wear the jeans, top and flats out of the store. I love this red outfit; but it’s not practical for commonplace activities,” Cherri explained.

Stephanie nodded her assent and took the loyalty card and her credit card.

“Certainly Miss Murphy,” she smiled and Cherri smiled back.

Cherri changed into her street wear and put her hair in a ponytail. She gathered her purchases and put them in the suitcase and put the slacks and blouse she had borrowed from Wendy on top, so she remembered to return them.

When Stephanie returned and handed back the cards to Cherri, her fingers touched Cherri’s hand and lingered briefly.

“If you ever need advice on anything; I’m here for you. You’re such a brave and pleasant young girl,” she smiled.

Cherri nodded then looked down at her watch.

“Fuck! I’m going to be late for band practice!” she squealed.

“I’ll get you cab sweetie. Follow me,” Stephanie said.

She directed one of her staff to call a cab and led Cherri to the front of the store. Debenhams had a direct line to a mini-cab company and the cab was waiting at the kerb. Cherri kissed Stephanie on the cheek and climbed in the back seat while the cabby put the suitcase in the boot.

Cherri noticed the cabbie steal a few furtive glimpses at her during the ride. Even in jeans and a plain top the twenty-two year old looked stunning with her perfect makeup, great figure and long blonde hair. Cherri had decided to cease stuffing the cups of her bra while she was out and about as Michelle. Flat-chested models were very de rigeur at the moment anyway. She was happy to wear the breastforms Wendy had bought her when she was on stage as Cherri; but Michelle Murphy would not be getting around with false tits.

While Cherri was out shopping, events were taking place without her knowledge that would shape her short term future.

Tony’s secretary Lucy had not taken Cherri’s snub and insult lightly and when Cherri left her office she sent a fax to Wendy.

‘You have received the updated contract for Transvixen’s use of the Chelmsford Dance Hall and are undoubtedly delighted. I just thought you ought to know one of your T-Girl slags came in here and fucked Tony and the Balzono brothers to seal the deal. Hope the little tramp gets syphilis!’

Lucy left the fax unsigned and grinned to herself with malice.

“That’ll show the cheeky little cunt!” she lit a cigarette and decided she would try and get Tony to fuck her tonight.

Lucy had been neglected her ever since Wendy and two T-Girl sluts came on the scene.

The fax fell out of Wendy’s machine into the paper tray and Wendy didn’t notice it until late in the afternoon. When she read it she was furious. She snatched her car keys and drove off towards Chelmsford.

Cherri heard Transvixen warming up when she got out of the cab and she tipped the driver a quid as he placed her suitcase on the pavement for her. He gaped long and hard at her arse as she mounted the stairs to the Dance Hall.

“I’d give my ferret a run in that,” he chuckled to himself and then got in his cab and drove away.

Cherri burst through the door into the main dance hall and parked her suitcase in the corner. Transvixen stopped playing and they all stared at her.

Panti was already dressed for the night’s performance in her in a blue sequined, long-sleeved cocktail dress, heavy makeup, costume jewellery and high heels.

“Where the fuck have you been and why are you dressed like that?” Panti said into the microphone.

A couple of lads stocking the bar and the sound tech turned to see what the kafuffle was all about.

“It’s a long story. I have an announcement I want to make to you all but let’s do it after practice,” Cherri said mounting the stairs to the stage.

Cherri picked up her guitar and tuned up and the band went thorough their play list. Cherri noticed when she got close to Panti during their solos that she reeked of alcohol.

During a break Panti collared Cherri.

“What the fuck! You were supposed to wake me! I woke up and you and mom were gone,” Panti pouted.

“I left you a note. Anyway; have you been drinking?” Cherri asked.

Panti looked defensive.

“I got here early and decided to change into my stage clothes and I got talking to the bar guys and we had a couple ok? What’s it to you!”

“Well it’s still a while until the show so I hope you aren’t having any more to drink,” Cherri replied.

“So where were you? And what’s with that getup?” Panti snapped back.

“I was shopping for street clothes. I’m going full time trans,” Cherri said a little sheepishly.

“What! You’re going to live full time as a girl? Fuck off Cherri; we’ve just been having a bit of fun,” Panti said with contempt.

“Get a fucking grip you dozy bint.”

“Panti. I’m not going to talk to you while you’re like this! We’ll talk later,” Cherri turned and picked up her guitar.

“Fuck you bitch!” Panti hissed at Cherri’s back.

Cherri put Panti’s anger down to tiredness and alcohol. She was also probably pissed that Cherri hadn’t discussed her going full time trans; they were the closest of friends. But how could she explain to Panti that she didn’t just want to be a part time crossdresser; she wanted to live her life as a woman. Well at least as a trans woman until she decided how far she was going to transition.

Bob, Snoot, and Phil had witnessed the confrontation. Phil came over and whispered to Cherri.

“She going to be alright? She’s had a shitty on since she got here and she’s had a few to drink?”

“She’ll be fine Phil; let’s finish this set and wrap up rehearsals, we can get some coffee in her,” Cherri smiled.

“You know I kind of fancy her. Is there anything wrong with that? I mean I knew her as Steve but when I see her as Panti she’s totally different; I really find her appealing,” Phil blushed.

“Nothing wrong with that at all Phil but it might get really complicated if you were to act on it. I’d leave it alone for now. It’s early days yet.”

Phil nodded and went back to his mike as Bob counted them down into Midnight Rambler.

Transvixen took a break and went backstage to get ready for the concert. The boys went to their dressing room to change into their stage clothes and Cherri began changing into her black sequined cocktail dress, having slipped into sheer pantyhose.

“Zip please Panti?” she asked her friend.

Panti zipped up Cherri’s dress and then put her arms around her. “

I’m sorry for being such a bitch babe,” Panti hugged Cherri and kissed her cheek.

“That’s ok sugar we all have bad days,” Cherri smiled at her friend.

They both sat in front of the mirror fixing their makeup and in Cherri’s case accessorising, brushing out her long blonde hair and slipping into heels.

They stood side by side making final adjustments and preening each other.

Cherri pulled Panti’s face to hers and kissed her tenderly.

“For luck babe. Knock em dead tonight,” she grinned.

That was when the door to their dressing room was flung open and Wendy strode in furious.

“I fucking told you two to leave the business to me and concentrate on your music,” Wendy was livid.

“What the fuck mom?” Panti screeched at her mother.

“What’s the problem Wendy?” Cherri asked sheepishly, but she blushed; her culpability evident.

Wendy saw the guilt on Cherri’s face.

“I’m going full time trans Wendy! I think and feel like a woman Wendy! I’m going shopping Wendy!” Wendy parodied Cherri.

“What the fuck Cherri? You went shopping for a gangbang! You celebrated your freedom by fucking Tony Carlotta and Balzono brothers!”

“What the fuck were you thinking!” Wendy screeched.

“You did what?” Panti gasped.

“Oh don’t you start Panti! You fucking-well sucked off Tony Carlotta yourself!” Cherri rebuked her fellow guitarist.

“Fuck this! This is between you and mom!” Panti stormed out of the dressing room.

“I got the fucking contract Wendy. For fuck sake I got us another seven days from tomorrow, that’s nine days and I only gave Tony fifteen percent of the door!” Cherri wailed.

Cherri bent her head and sobbed; her shoulders were heaving and tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh Fuck!” Wendy pulled Cherri to her and hugged her.

“You silly girl. I’m just trying to protect you. Those guys are real scum Cherri; they’re dangerous,” she patted Cherri’s back.

Wendy lifted Cherri’s face and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips.

“I loved you like a son when you were Mike and love you like a daughter now that you’re Michelle. I mean I really love you honey and I want to protect you ok?”

Cherri nodded and hugged Wendy back.

“Was it horrible?” Wendy whispered in her ear.

“It was awful. At first. Then I liked it,” Cherri whispered.

“Really?” Wendy asked a little incredulously.

“Yeah I liked it Wendy. I was coerced even forced if you like. But I persevered and after a while it felt good,” Cherri murmured.

“Oh ok. But you shouldn’t have to prostitute yourself Cherri,” Wendy scalded her.

“And the alternative was to offer him Panti! Or for you to have to fuck him again!” Panti quipped.

Wendy pushed Cherri away from her and held her at arm’s length.

“What does that mean!”

Cherri just shrugged her shoulders and looked meaningfully at Wendy.

“Oh! Ok! I see,” Wendy returned her gaze.

She pulled Cherri back to her and hugged her.

“I see. I see. I see,” Wendy whispered.

“Well it’s all over now. We’ve got our contract,” Wendy squeezed her tight.

“I think you, I, and Panti have a lot to talk about tonight.”

“Now go and find Panti and the those other layabouts and get ready for the show. We’ve sold six hundred tickets tonight; I’m fucked if I know how we’re gonna squeeze in the extra hundred punters. We had to turn down two hundred more and pre-saled them tickets for tomorrow’s show.”

“Transvixen better turn it on again tonight honey. You’re on a roll and we need to keep the momentum going,” Wendy kissed Cherri on cheek and left the dressing room.

And turn it on they did. They rocked the house and Panti stole the show. She skipped and strutted and pranced across the stage. She flicked her hem high on numerous occasions, flashing her panties and drawing roars from the crowd. During one lead break she deliberately stood on the edge of the stage and spread her legs wide as she smashed her Les Paul so the boys near the front of the stage could see right up her dress.

The other members of the band looked at each other quizzically. She was missing a lot of notes and hitting the occasional wrong chord but Cherri covered for her; playing over the top when she did. At one stage Panti fell into the stack of Marshall amplifiers causing them to rock precariously; the stage hands had to race on stage and steady them.

She was crazy, but she was rock and roll and that’s what the crowd wanted. They cheered her antics and when she smashed out the final lead break of Thin Lizzy’s ‘The Emerald’ they went wild shouting ‘Panti! Panti! Panti!’

Cherri played the accompanying lead but all eyes were on Panti as she pranced across the stage. Some of the drunken yobbos even threw their underpants on stage.

The house lights dimmed as Panti and Cherri hit the last open E chord and stood side by side. Panti dropped to her knees at the front of the stage and Bob and Phil had to drag Panti to her feet and help her backstage where Wendy was waiting.

“What the fuck was that!” Wendy shook Panti by the shoulders.

“You’re fucking drunk!”

Unbeknownst to the others Panti had gone to the bar after she had walked out on Wendy and Cherri before the show and had gone there again during the break. She’d been drinking steadily all day.

“What the fuck do you all care. The crowd loved me,” she boasted.

Panti’s makeup was smeared all over her face, her pantyhose torn and her hair a mess.

“Fuck! You look like Courtney Love on a bad day!” Wendy growled.

“Fucking unprofessional!”

“Oh fuck you all I’m going to the bar!” Panti mewled.

Wendy tried to pull her back but Panti shrugged her off.

“Well that was dramatic,” Snoot Bizjack remarked.

“Fuck it! Let’s have a drink; we kicked arse tonight so let’s celebrate,” Bob Little observed.

“Yeah; lets!” Phil joined in.

“Besides; Cherri said she has an announcement so lets hear it.”

Cherri explained to the band about her decision to live full time trans and move into her own pad.

The band were all drinking and celebrating and Snoot proposed a toast.

“To Michelle Murphy. Good on ya babe and all the best,” he raised his glass.

Snoot, Bob, Wendy, and Phil raised their glasses and smiled.

“So does this mean you’re getting around in jeans and t-shirts again. Only, you know, girls jeans and stuff?” Snoot asked awkwardly.

“Fuck me Snoot, have some decorum. Our girl has made a life changing decision. She’ll dress like most girls do on a day to day basis I expect,” Phil said rather defensively.

“But don’t worry. When she’s on stage as Cherri we can still check out her cute arse, long legs, pretty face and great tits,” the witticism evident.

“Fuck you Phil! Here! Have a perv if that’s what you want!” Cherri lifted her dress and flashed her knickers at him and then poured the remains of her can of lager over Phil’s head.

They all laughed at this; even Wendy.

But Wendy was worried about Panti. Panti had had a lot to drink already and Wendy had no idea where she had gone.

Wendy left the band members to their celebration and went out front to the bar and found Panti surrounded by a small group of young men. Panti was still dressed in her stage clothes but she had at least fixed her makeup and brushed her hair. She still wore the laddered pantyhose and Wendy noted that she was lightly bleeding from a graze on her knee.

“Ok Panti; enough baby, lets go home,” Wendy sidled up to her.

“Who’s this then. She’s a good sort too,” one of the louts grabbed Wendy on her buttocks.

Wendy swung and slapped the buffoon across the face hard enough to knock him off his stool.

“Don’t you touch me you dickhead,” Wendy seethed.

The young man was about to come up swinging but Wendy nodded to one of the security guys who had been carefully watching the proceedings. The bouncer grabbed the roughneck by the arm, twisted it up his back and frogmarched him to the entrance and kicked him outside.

“Anyone else want to touch me or Panti?” Wendy seethed.

The young guys all shook their heads and dissipated.

“How long until the bar closes?” Wendy asked one of the barmen.

“Tony said to leave it open for an hour after the band finishes. That’s when the punters drink the most,” the barman replied.

‘It figures,’ Wendy thought. But she couldn’t really complain she was getting fifteen percent of the bar takings.

“Come on Panti. Let’s get you home,” Wendy tried to stroke Panti’s face.

Panti brushed away her mother’s hand,

“Fuck off mom! This is what you wanted. Me and Cherri performing in drag out front of Transvixen and you got it and we’re a success. We’re making a shitload of money I bet. So why do I have to leave?” Panti said ungraciously.

“You’re drunk and emotional and that’s a bad combination. Come home,” Wendy begged.

“Oh fuck off! I’m twenty two years old and I’ll do what I want!” Panti fumed.

“But you still live in my house. I’ll make you a deal. You stay here until the bar closes and they’re ready to close the dance hall and I’ll take you home. I need to check on the door takings and make up wages for rest of the crew anyway,” Wendy said, trying to invoke a truce between her and Panti.

“Deal mom. Now leave me alone. You’re an old fogey and cramping my style,” Panti pouted drunkenly.

“Ok babe,” Wendy replied and kissed Panti on the cheek.

She went around to the other side of the bar and called the bar manger over.

“You keep an eye on her and don’t let her get into trouble or drink too much more. If she hurts herself I’ll hate myself for leaving her here and this gig will be fucked because she and Cherri are the drawcards,” she dictated.

“I got her back Wendy. I’ll keep an eye on her don’t you worry,” the confident young man grinned.

Wendy strode off heading backstage. The bar manger looked like he’d just left school and didn’t have a clue.

“Where the fuck does Tony get these nimrods!” Wendy lamented to herself.

“Pay peanuts and you get monkeys.”

But of course the confident young bar manger didn’t keep his eye on Panti. A gaggle of female fans drinking on the other side of the bar demanded his attention.

As soon as Panti saw Wendy leave the bar and the manager become preoccupied she grabbed a can of lager out of the ice bucket from behind the bar and sauntered outside.

She wanted to be alone and think things through. She nodded to one of the security guys who recognised her as one of the band and let her out a side door.

There was still quite a crowd gathered around the front of Chelmsford Dance Hall either waiting for taxis home or just chatting in small groups and considering options to see out the night at other late night venues.

Panti found a bench in a dark niche of the gardens that circled the venue. She lit a cigarette and her eyes adjusted to the dark as she sipped her beer. The area was strewn with empty bottles, cans, cigarette butts and the odd condom and Panti smiled wanly.

Sitting amongst the detritus of the band’s fans suited her mood, she was starting to come down off the buzz she felt when she performed out the front of Transvixen and the alcohol had dulled her senses.

She flicked ash off her cigarette and stared at the ground when she heard the crunch of approaching footsteps on the gravelled path that circled the hall and joined up to the little enclave where she was sitting.

She looked up and saw two muscular middle aged men approaching. They were both drinking beers from a can and one of them dangled a six pack from his hand. Panti payed them no mind and finished the beer she was drinking and tossed the empty can aside.

It rattled on the ground and caught the attention of the two men who stopped and stared at her. They conversed quietly; their heads close together, and then approached her.

“You’re that Panti chick; the lead guitarist aren’t you? Fuck you’re good,” one of them said.

Panti nodded, a little befuddled by the alcohol she had consumed.

“You’re fucking incredible. And the stage show was utter horn, if I may say so,” the other man said.

“Can we join you? You can have one of these,” he held up the six pack of lager he was carrying.

“Hey! If you’ve got beer you’re my friend,” Panti smiled up at them.

“You don’t look happy for a chick who has just totally impressed and amazed an audience of over five hundred people,” the first man said.

They sat on the bench one either side of her and she took the can of larger she was offered.

“Thanks guys,” Panti said and started drinking the beer.

The guys were trying to make small talk but Panti wasn’t interested; she was mulling over the day’s events.

“Hey!” one of the men grabbed her chin in his fingers.

“You’re being fucking rude girly! We just complimented you and gave you a beer and now you’re ignoring us!” he turned her face to his.

“I think I deserve a kiss,” he grinned.

“Fuck off!” Panti turned her head away from him and tried to stand.

“Get back here bitch!” the other lout pulled her back down on the bench.

The stranger tried to kiss her but Panti was struggling too much. The other man wrapped his arms around her; trapping Panti’s arms to her side and holding her still. Panti stopped struggling.

“One kiss each ok?” the man grinned and Panti nodded.

The man kept his arms around her while the other one leaned in and began to kiss her. He was actually quite handsome and Panti allowed him to kiss her and even reciprocated when he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

As soon as the man holding her became aware that Panti was compliant he let her go. He began to stroke her thighs and at first Panti tried to push his hand away but she was too drunk and tired to put up much of a fight. Besides she had to admit it felt rather nice. She was flattered that both these handsome, mature men found her alluring.

The man kissing her was very adept and she was enjoying his attention and when the other man slid his hand under dress and stroked her panties. She began to become aroused. She squirmed and wriggled with desire and threw her arms around the stranger who was kissing her.

Panti knew the booze and the high of the performance were affecting her judgement but she just didn’t care. She was angry with her mom and angry with Cherri and being self destructive was a way for her to vent her anger. A petulant and childish ‘I’ll make them pay’ response.

The man was fumbling about in her knickers while the other man was kissing her lustfully. She impatiently broke the kiss.

“For fuck sake!” she slapped the man’s hand away from her groin.

She reached inside her panties and pantyhose ripped away her gaff. Her penis was semi-erect and bulged the front of her panties.

“Well I guess that proves they aren’t,” the one man smirked to the other.

“Fuck I figured she was trans, but regardless, I think that she is just sexy as fuck,” his partner smirked.

Panti fell against the man who had been kissing her and drunkenly dragged his face to hers and reignited their passion. The other trespasser resumed pawing at her legs and groin. He lightly caressed her penis through layers of nylon and satin.

“Mmm,” Panti growled in the back of her throat.

With this encouragement he opened his flies and freed his erection and guided Panti’s hand to it. It was thick, hard, hot, and veiny; so much bigger than Cherri’s. It reminded her of Tony’s cock and Panti loved the feel of the girth of it in her hand.

She began to stroke it while kissing the other man who reached down and undid his own flies and directed Panti’s other hand to his hard-on. Panti gripped it and stroked it as well. She felt like such a slut; wanking the two strangers in the dark park, but she also felt so very lecherous.

This was different to when she had been forced to fellate Tony. She felt like she was in control.

Panti broke the kiss and grinned up at the guy who had been kissing her.

“Wanna blowjob?” she grinned drunkenly.

“Fuck yeah!” the man answered.

“What about you?” she turned her head and leered at the other man.

“Blow him first,” he said rather forcefully.

Panti lowered her face to the man who she had been kissing and licked his cock. He shuddered. But it was awkward with him sitting beside her; she having to bend down and him with his cock poking out of his jeans.

“Here!” the other stranger said.

He was strong; and he lifted Panti bodily and turned her so that she was kneeling on the bench, with her face hanging over one end. Her kissing partner took the cue; dropped his pants and stood before Panti and she pulled him to her and began to suckle his erection.

The other man moved behind her and began to fondle her through her panties and pantyhose and Panti gasped and wriggled appreciatively. She suckled the proffered member and used her tongue on his fraenulum and received an appreciative sigh from the man she was fellating. She was also enjoying the ministrations of the man behind her.

The stranger took Panti’s appreciative wiggles as an invitation and he dropped his pants and climbed on the bench behind her.

He pulled down her pantyhose and panties just enough to expose her buttocks; Panti’s penis and scrotum remained encased in the nylon and satin sheath of her panties and hose and he stroked her growing erection.

Panti sighed. She was enjoying sucking this strange cock; it was naughty and raunchy. It was downright nasty but she was becoming extremely aroused.

When the stranger behind her began to finger her puckered sphincter she was delightfully surprised at how wonderful it felt. She knew Cherri had recently given up her anal virginity and she didn’t seem worse for wear. Panti pushed back as the man slid his spit-wetted finger inside her and massaged that special place.

Panti felt warm ripples of pleasure emanate from her anus and vigorously sucked the cock in her mouth and squirmed her buttocks and pushed back and forth on the invading finger; encouraging the stranger to explore her bottom.

The man pulled his finger from Panti’s anus and positioned his cock in the inviting winking eye of Panti’s sphincter. His glans was lubricated with the copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his penis. He was so excited. He was going to fuck this young pretty transvestite.

He spat on his hand and rubbed the spittle on his shaft a number of times so that it glistened in the gloom. He gripped Panti by the waist and slowly pushed forward.

Panti gasped as the man’s glans penetrated her anus. It was a lot bigger than his finger and although she felt a lot of pressure; it felt nice. It felt wonderful in fact and she pushed back against the man so that he slowly impaled her on his hard throbbing cock.

Panti’s own cock was hard and throbbing in her panties and she was close to orgasm. The man began to thrust back and forth and Panti kept still until she became comfortable with the girth of his penis fully penetrating her .

“Oh my god that feels so good!” Panti gasped.

Panti started to rock back and forward in rhythm with the man as he fucked her.

“Oh yeah baby,” the man groaned.

The man who was being fellated stood watching his friend fuck the pretty transvestite; her skirt rucked up and her knickers pulled down. But now he wanted to be tended to by Panti.

Panti felt such intense pleasure; more than she had ever experienced. She loved being in this submissive position with her skirt hiked up, her knickers down and her arse in the air while the stranger gripped her hips and fucked her with long slow hard stokes. It was such an intense feeling. She opened her eyes and saw the dripping phallus in front of her face and reached for it.

She swallowed the hard cock and sucked on it as she rocked back and forth in time with the man fucking her. She felt like such a slut but she loved it.

They all came together in a cacophony of moans, groans, and sighs. The stranger pulled Panti back hard against him and ejaculated deep in her bowels which triggered Panti's own orgasm and she emptied her seed into her pantyhose and panties. Simultaneously the man at her face spent himself in her mouth which she swallowed eagerly as she lashed at his glans with her tongue to eke out every last drop of semen.

“Fuck that was good,” the man behind her pulled his cock out of Panti’s anus and watched a trickle of his spend dribble out of her sphincter.

“Amazing,” the stranger up front extracted his cock from Panti’s mouth and she obligingly licked it clean.

Panti was exhausted but sated. She felt the most sexually satisfied she had ever felt. She pulled up her semen-soaked knickers and hose and lay on the bench panting; catching her breath.

The two men pulled up their trousers and gave each other a high-five.

“Thanks for the fuck babe,” the stranger chuckled.

“And the headjob. You are the best,” the other smirked.

The man who had fucked her lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips and carefully put an opened can of beer on the ground beside her and another unopened can.

“See ya babe,” he grinned.

The two strangers crunched along the gravel path congratulating themselves on their performances, laughing and guffawing.

They eyed off the attractive well built woman in the business suit as she passed them, but both were too sexually gratified to have any real interest in her.

Panti lay on the park bench gratified and content. She had led Transvixen through another successful concert and had been glorified. Two of her fans had made love to her and she was on an intense high. The buzz of playing in front of the huge audience, the adulation of the fans and the sexual gratification all melded together.

She drew on the cigarette and reached down for the can of lager the lads had left behind; her knickers sticky but somehow comforting.

Wendy found Panti lying and the bench and her immediate response was to race over and tend to her; but Wendy knew this would only start another fight between them.

She realised that inventing Transvixen had its consequences. But not like this. Not for her son Stephen, who after only two concerts seemed self destructive.

Wendy picked up the unopened can of lager; opened it and took a long pull.

“So is this you now? Transvestite slut?” Wendy wished she hadn't said it as soon as she did.

Panti sat up on the bench and met her mother’s gaze.

“Yes and no,” she replied.

“I’m the hottest thing on the music scene at the moment. You heard the crowd scream when I did my thing. That’s going to be me on stage, the transvestite slut, the audience loves me. With Panti out front with her stage antics Transvixen is going places.”

“Tonight was me letting my hair down so to speak; my raunchiness on stage is what will draw the punters.”

“And mommy that’s what you want; a venue full of punters.”

“That’s where the money is; isn’t it mommy!”

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Six: Bliss

Michelle Murphy studied Tony Carlotta carefully as she sipped her Chateau Lafleur 1982. Only the best for Tony.

He was a big man for sure but he carried his weight well distributed on his large frame. In his dark Italian-cut, hand-crafted suit he looked distinguished and projected an aura of wealth and power. To put it crudely; he looked like someone you didn’t fuck with both physically and professionally.

His head was large but proportional to his body and his face was handsome in that dark Mediterranean way; wavy thick black hair, dark eyes, thick sensuous lips and a smile that could set your heart racing or invoke fear, depending on which version of the smile was beamed your way.

This evening Tony had only his most gracious smile for Michelle as she sat across from him at the Bocca di Lupo restaurant.

Cherri, who now only used that name when she was performing with Transvixen, had moved into a modest little apartment in the middle of Chelmsford. She had donated all of her male clothes to charity prior to moving in, determined to live full time as a trans woman. She had no intention of rubbing her trans-sexuality in peoples faces and in the main she passed as female but on the rare occasion she was asked, she made no secret that she was trans.

She had had a heart-wrenching scene with her mother. Michelle’s mother knew that her son was crossdressing as Cherri Pops to play with Transvixen and she knew he’d been crossdressing with that other tranny, Panti, long before they fronted the band. She’d found panties and nylons in Mike’s room since he’d entered puberty and put it down to a fetish. But when he started coming home smelling of perfume, with little crescents of nailpolish on his nails, and the remains of eyeliner on his eyelids she strongly suspected he’d been crossdressing.

But this! This was just beyond her reason! Her son Michael stood before her dressed as a woman; a very well-dressed, feminine and attractive woman she had to admit, but a woman all the same. And announced he was going to live his life as a full time transvestite or transsexual or whatever the word was; she couldn’t comprehend it.

They agreed to give it time and see how things worked out but Michelle’s mother made it quite clear that Michelle would not be welcomed home.

“If you want to visit me in my house you will dress like a man and act like a man should,” she’d said.

“And if you want to visit me you’re more than welcome,” Michelle smiled.

She reached for her mother to kiss her cheek but her mother pulled back and closed the door in her face.

“Ah well. Let’s just see what happens,” Michelle smiled wanly.

She’d expected nothing more from her mother but at least Wendy was supportive. Panti was still angry with Michelle for not bringing her in on her decision to go full time trans. And Panti? Well…

Panti had become an enigma. She spent all of her time dressed as Panti Pops whether she was performing or not. Wendy wasn’t sure if she also was considering living full time as a trans or was just revelling in the fame and exhilaration of Panti’s persona.

She was still behaving wild on stage almost to the point of lewdness but the crowd loved it. As Panti had predicted she had become the face of Transvixen.

But most disturbingly for Wendy was that Panti had become promiscuous. She was staying out late and catting around. Panti and Cherri’s sexual relationship was over; that was obvious. Now that Cherri was full time trans as Michelle, an afternoon of frottage and fellatio with Panti was no longer appealing.

Wendy almost wished that Panti would go full-time trans like Michelle but cease being the immoral, spoilt cow she had become.

Of course Wendy blamed herself. She had forced Panti and Cherri to front Transvixen and now she felt responsible for the consequences.

Which brings us back to why Michelle Murphy was sipping Chateau Lafleur 1982 in one of London’s fanciest restaurants with one of London’s biggest racketeers.

Transvixen had sold out the Chelmsford Dance Hall for seven nights in succession and had only two more nights left to play there. Tony had explained to Wendy that he was already in contract with another act and couldn’t extend Transvixen’s contract on the venue any further.

Michelle knew all this because she had started taking an interest in the band’s management and had made a deal with Wendy that she could work with her in the mornings before rehearsing with Transvixen in the afternoon and performing at night. Michelle knew that rock bands came and went and she was thinking of what she might do for employment if and when the band folded.

“So what are we doing about finding another venue for Transvixen?” Michelle asked.

“The problem is finding a suitable venue around this area. Transvixen is huge around the greater Chelmsford area and is getting well known in London but finding a venue we can afford is difficult,” Wendy explained.

“You’re too big now to play in local halls and nightclubs but not big enough for stadiums, if you know what I mean. And the overheads at the bigger venues would kill us. We need venues that hold about five hundred punters where we can get you a fortnight’s run.”

“And there aren’t any?” Michelle asked.

“Well there are and they’ve all shown interest initially but then they’ve gone cold,” Wendy frowned.

“And I can guess why,” Michelle grimaced.

“Fucking Tony!”

“Yep babe. Tony realises Transvixen’s potential and for that reason I’ve only approached venues he doesn’t own or control. But the fucker’s got his sticky fingers into everything; and anyone who shows an interest quickly bows out so I presume he’s pressuring them,” Wendy sighed.

“How about our popularity Wendy. That must count for something all the publicity we’ve done,” Michelle asked.

Wendy had teed up a radio appearance for Panti and Cherri with the morning DJs at Chelmsford FM. They both turned up in their performance attire, mini-dresses, high-heels, sheer nylons, lots of makeup and their hair coiffured.

“Well Chelmsford we have the most raunchiest, outrageous rock chicks ever to come out of our little burg; Panti and Cherri Pops,” the middle aged bloke with the ponytail spruiked into the microphone.

“I have to tell you listeners these chicks are hot, hot, hot! But their secret of course is well out of the bag now. The lead up to your opening night was: are they or aren’t they?”

“How did it feel being on stage that first night knowing that most of the punters had only turned up to see if you were really trannies?” the twat asked inanely.

“Well we would like to think they also came to listen to one of the greatest cover bands in the UK,” Cherri replied.

She and Panti had been groomed by Wendy to use the ‘star sentence’ ‘the greatest cover band in the UK’ as often as possible.

Of course Panti was still half in the tank from the previous night and leapt right in.

“I’m also the hottest trannie in Chelmsford so I’m sure they came especially to see me too. To see how fucking spunky I really am,” Panti grinned.

The girls knew that the broadcast had a time delay so the sound engineer could beep out any obscenities and the Morning Crew quite liked it when that occurred. They thought it gave their show an ‘edge’.

The dowdy overweight woman who comprised the second half of the ‘Crew’ was obviously jealous of the two gorgeous young transvestites and leapt in with what she hoped was a ‘zinger’.

“And now isn’t that a trademark of Transvixen? Your antics on stage, being, shall we say suggestive, and your proclivity to display your underwear?” she took a dig at Panti.

“Well I guess that’s true to some extent. But if you looked as hot and sexy as I do; with my pretty face, great figure, long legs and cute derriere why wouldn’t you want to show off to the audience,” Panti replied.

“Of course that’s not ‘you’ personally. I suspect your granny knickers and thunder thighs would turn the punters away in droves,” Panti sniped back.

“I mean when you’ve got ‘this’ why not show it off!” Panti stood up and lifted her skirt to show off her thighs and pirouetted.

“Punters I’m glad this is radio and not TV because what our girl Panti has just shown us would undoubtedly be censored,” the male DJ grinned.

This was exactly what he wanted; controversy. His fellow DJ’s jealousy was the perfect fuel for the fire.

“Now Cherri, I believe you live full time as a trans woman is that right?” he asked.

“Yes I do but I’m not giving out any more details than that because I value my privacy,” Cherri answered.

“And what about you Panti? Are you full time trans?” he asked hoping for some more conflict.

“Well, yeah pretty much full time you know. Always when I’m with the band anyway,” Panti answered evasively.

“So your not a transsexual then? You’re a crossdresser. A man who likes to dress like a woman,” the female host had another dig.

“Well like I said; I dress like this pretty much all of the time. I like to look feminine, attractive and sexy. You should try it yourself instead of looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backward you fat cow!” Panti retorted.

And that was it. The interview turned into a brawl between the female DJ and Panti. A lurking reporter for the Chelmsford Gazette managed to get his camera up and snap a picture taken through studio’s glass window of Panti climbing across the studio deck taking a swing at the fat female DJ. Panti’s dress was up around her cute little bottom and her little pink satin panties were on display for the world to see. It was a ‘News Of The World classic shot’.

It made the afternoon edition of the Chelmsford Gazette with the headline ‘Panti Pops the Morning Crew!’

The reality is there no such thing as bad publicity; especially if you’re a rock and roll band. But Wendy was still worried about Panti’s antics both on and off stage.

“Yes honey the publicity is great but that doesn’t guarantee a venue,” Wendy sighed.

“I have to tell you something Wendy, and I don’t want you to get mad,” Michelle looked solemnly at Wendy.

“No! That’s not fair Michelle. You can’t make me promise not to get mad if there is something to be genuinely mad about,” Wendy replied.

“Ok, well ever since I moved into my flat Tony has been sending me flowers every day.”

Wendy’s anger surfaced and Michelle held up her hand to stop her interjecting.

“The first bunch was a nice selection of garden flowers with a note explaining they were a house warming gift.”

“But the last three nights in succession I have received a single red rose with a card inviting me to dinner,” Michelle concluded.

“That fucking snake!” Wendy hissed.

“Wendy lets not bullshit each other. Panti, you, and I have all had sex with Tony to further the band’s success,” Michelle stated.

“Yes but we were all blackmailed, coerced, forced!”

“Before you run out of adjectives lets be a little more honest; we all kinda liked it to a varying degree,” Michelle countered and Wendy blushed.

“That doesn’t make it right!” Wendy slammed her fist on the table.

“Well anyway I’m going to dinner with him tonight after the concert,” Michelle said.

“You bloody-well are not!” Wendy shrilled.

“Don’t get angry with me. I’m a grown woman and I have to tell you that I find Tony somewhat attractive in a handsome, boofheaded, thug sort of way,” Michelle giggled like a girl.

“Besides he’s taking me to Bocca di Lupo in London and sending a limo to pick me up,” Michelle grinned wickedly.

“Shut the front door!” Wendy exclaimed and punched Michelle playfully in the shoulder.

“I’d pop him and leave him my knickers as a souvenir just to have dinner there!” Wendy laughed.

“But seriously pet; I want you to be careful. I don’t want you to prostitute yourself just to get us a venue; that’s my job.”

Wendy stood and held out her arms and Michelle fell into them and hugged her. She felt so safe and secure snuggled up to Wendy. Wendy was so attractive and her full breasts pressed against Michelle; she breathed in Wendy’s perfume and sighed.

Michelle looked into Wendy’s eyes and softly kissed her. Wendy kissed her back; chastely, just lips on lips.

Wendy stroked Michelle’s forehead, flicking her fringe out of her eyes.

“I’ve told you before that I love you Michelle but I’ll say it again,” Wendy cuddled Michelle.

“I love you too Wendy. I’ve loved you since the day you made me brush past you the first time I went up to Panti’s room,” Michelle sighed.

They kissed for a long minute and at some stage they both realised that if the kiss continued it would no longer be a chaste, friendly kiss. They both felt their hunger stirring. Just before the point of no return, Michelle broke the kiss.

She looked searchingly into Wendy’s eyes and saw the same questioning gaze. Michelle was about to ease out of Wendy’s embrace when she saw a spark; a glimmer of desire.

What followed was inevitable.

Michelle lowered her face to Wendy’s and kissed her passionately; sliding her tongue into Wendy’s willing mouth. She tasted like lipstick, lollypops and cigarettes and Michelle wanted to taste it all.

Wendy had a scintilla of guilt; there was sixteen years between them but Michelle was going on a date with Tony who had to be at least forty. Besides it was too late. Her affection and desire for Michelle overcame any self doubt.

Wendy had had a couple of lesbian encounters in her formative years but this was going to be different. This time her girlfriend had a cock and she could feel it pressing against her so the girl obviously intended to use it.

Michelle’s tender soft lips were so different to the men she had kissed. Michelle’s kisses were soft and sensual; the need restrained. Here was no necessity to rush and they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues and caressed each other, taking their time.

Wendy was dressed in her usual business suit but she had taken off her jacket and her mauve silk blouse pressed against Michelle’s white satin blouse which she wore with a simple navy blue pencil skirt.

Michelle bought her hand up to Wendy’s bosom and stroked her breasts though the silky material. Wendy gasped in her mouth and Michelle felt Wendy’s nipples harden through her blouses and bra. She undid a button and snaked her hand inside Wendy’s blouse and found her ample breasts cupped in a lace bra, warm, soft and inviting.

Wendy reciprocated and slid her hand inside Michelle’s blouse and found her meagre bosom encased in a satin and lace brassiere; the cups were small, A or B size but Wendy was not concerned with heft. Michelle’s small breasts were smooth and her nipples hard.

They kissed and caressed each other, slowly unbuttoning each other’s blouses and then discarding the garments so that they were both left dressed only in their skirts and bras. Their warm flesh pressed against each other and they both gasped with lust.

Next to go were their brassieres; dropped on the floor. Wendy’s ample bosom pressed against Michelle’s meagre breasts and they pulled each other close and opened their mouths wider as they kissed and flicked their tongues together. This was so gentle. So feminine; so far removed than the frantic almost violent lovemaking they had both recently experienced.

Wendy led Michelle over to the leather sofa and instinctively Wendy lay down with Michelle astride her. She raised her head and suckled Michelle’s small breast and Michelle gasped with pleasure. Michelle held Wendy’s face to her breast and then lowered her face to Wendy and lifted her from her breast so she could kiss her.

They kissed for a long time; Michelle pushing her groin into Wendy’s and Wendy pushed back. Michelle engulfed Wendy’s aureole, flicking her tongue across the bulbous hard nipples. Wendy held her there and gasped.

They tenderly attended to each other’s breasts and alternatively and passionately kissed each other. They were in no hurry although their sexual arousal was building.

Wendy slid her hand under Michelle’s skirt and was not surprised to find that she was wearing pantyhose to help hold her penis in place. She played with Michelle’s thighs until her groans goaded her to seek what she had kept in her panties.

Wendy thrust her hand inside the waistband of Michelle’s pantyhose, Michelle was wearing her full-cut satin panties over the top of her nylons and Wendy struggled for a little until she found Michelle’s penis tucked between her legs. She gently freed it and Michelle’s erect penis fell into her palm.

She squeezed the turgid organ; already erect and leaking.

Michelle gasped and slid her hand under Wendy’s skirt and found that she was wearing thigh-high holdup sheer stockings. She played with the welts of Wendy’s stockings, teasing her and making her mew with lust. She gently scraped her fingernails across the tender flesh of Wendy’s thighs above her stocking tops and then grazed the front of her nylon panties and felt Wendy shudder.

Wendy’s knickers were soaked and Michelle put a finger inside Wendy’s panties and explored her labia and found her clitoral hood. Wendy wailed with delight and her heels rattled on the leather couch.

“Oh you bitch!” Wendy sobbed with wantonness.

Wendy squeezed Michelle’s penis through the layers of panty and pantyhose but she wanted to feel the hard flesh in her hand again. She released Michelle’s tumescent member from the silken trap and softly grasped it.

Michelle lay between Wendy’s legs and kissed and fondled her as Wendy reciprocated.

Intuitively Michelle knew it was time and she eased the gusset of Wendy’s panties aside and slid her engorged member into Wendy’s slick channel. They took their time tenderly kissing and caressing each other as they slowly fucked. Wendy rising to meet Michelle’s thrusts and Michelle grinding her pubis into Wendy’s crotch to ensure she stimulated her clitoris.

When they orgasmed it wasn’t frantic. There was no frenetic thrusting of penis in vagina. Instead, as they sensed their orgasms approaching, Michelle pushed herself deep inside Wendy and ground against her, ensuring clitoral stimulation. Wendy raised her legs and pulled Michelle’s body hard against hers and rose up and scoured her sopping sex against Michelle; her vaginal sheath pulsed, milking Michelle of her ejaculate.

The two gorgeous creatures caressed, kissed, fondled, and canoodled; exacting every scintilla of pleasure from their union.

Michelle lay still with her head on Wendy’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck and Wendy cradled her head. In the afterglow of their lovemaking they both fell asleep.

Michelle awoke to Wendy’s soft kisses on her cheek. She smiled and kissed Wendy on the lips.

“We gotta get up babe. You have rehearsal and I still have work to do,” Wendy said.

They extracted themselves from each other and dressed. They both sat through a minute of awkward silence.

“Well my knickers are saturated and sticky but lucky for me I have a change of clothes here in the office,” Wendy broke their reticence.

“Fuck I’m going to be late,” Michelle lamented.

“Take my car. But first use my ensuite and fix yourself up,” Wendy said.

Michelle made to get up and Wendy pulled her back down on the lounge and kissed her tenderly.

“Our secret babe. We need to talk about what we just did, but not now,” Wendy pointed to her little ensuite bathroom.

Michelle fixed herself up as best she could and then came out.

“Come here!” Wendy wiggled a finger at her.

Wendy put her hands on Michelle’s shoulders and looked solemnly into her eyes.

“You be careful. I told you that man is dangerous and I know you’re no fool but please, for my sake, be careful,” she kissed Michelle gently on lips and then rubbed away the smudged lipstick.

“Now get your arse to band practise Cherri. I don’t pay you to fuck around,” she chuckled and tossed Michelle her keys.

As it turned out Michelle arrived the Chelmsford Dance Hall to find it quiet except for the stage hands, sound technicians, and the bar staff setting the place up.

Ron Vogle the sound tech came over.

“Hey Michelle. You didn’t get the message? The band decided not to rehearse today; they reckon they’ve got the show down pat,” he said.

“I tend to agree but it would have been nice to know. I’m going to get a coffee and I’ll back in about two hours to change into Cherri,” Michelle sighed.

Ron looked around guiltily.

“Ahem… Phil and Panti are already here. They went out back to practice their vocals,” he looked down at his shoes sheepishly.

“And how long has this been going on?” Michelle asked.

“Well they’ve both been getting here early for at least the last four days,” Ron answered.

“Ok Ron. Can you turn down my reverb during my Emerald solo and crank up the sustain; it sounds better,” Michelle replied.

“Sure Cherri sorry I mean Michelle,” he shook his head looking confused.

“That’s ok Ron. I’m going to wander out back and practice on my own.”

Michelle had no intention of practising; she wanted to see what Panti Pops and Phil Benson were up to.

Phil had already told her that he had a ‘thing’ for Panti and Michelle was eager to see what they had going on.

The groans and gasps coming from Panti and Cherri’s dressing room gave away what was going on before Michelle even cracked the door.

Panti and Cherri Pops had their own dressing room, more for a sense of decorum than anything else and they both liked it because they could hang up their clothes and do their makeup in front of the big mirror with the vanity lights.

Michelle opened the door carefully, only just a crack, so she could peek inside their dressing room.

Panti was perched on the edge of the vanity table with her legs over Phil Benson’s shoulders; her head thrown back in rapture as Phil stood between her legs, holding her thighs as he fucked her.

Panti leaned forward and kissed him and he kissed her back, dropping her legs so that her heels crossed behind his back.

Michelle felt guilty but continued to watch until they came; their ecstasy evident as they orgasmed. They clung to each other kissing and caressing each other.

After they had came and adjusted their clothing Panti sat in Phil’s lap and they kissed and caressed each other. They were tender with each other like lovers, not just a couple engaged in a casual encounter.

“So you going full throttle tonight again babe?” Phil nuzzled Panti’s ear.

“Yep. I’ll drink a gin and tonic before I go on and then throw one or two over me so I reek of it. You know it’s just part of the act,” Panti kissed him affectionately.

“Yeah I know. Drunk rock and roll trannie guitarist goes apeshit on stage! I know the crowd loves it but I still get jealous when you show off your knickers and flash the punters,” Phil whined.

“Babe; the best thing that ever happened to me was when you forced me to see what I was becoming and told me how you felt about me. I know Wendy loves me like a mother should and Cherri or Michelle or whoever the fuck she is now cares for me. But when you accepted me for what I am and said that you loved me, even if I was determined to be some sort of rock and roll slut; well that just blew my mind,” Panti replied.

She hooked her arms around Phil’s neck and drew his face to hers.

“I know it’s only been five days but I really dig you babe. I love that you love me and I’m falling for you but I’ve got so much to work through,” Panti sighed.

“I’m here for you Panti. Whenever and whatever you need,” Phil kissed her on the nose affectionately.

“Anyway let’s work on that part of Cat Scratch Fever where you play over my vocals and see if we can get it tighter,” Phil picked up his mike and Panti picked up her guitar and flicked on the practice amp and the PA.

Michelle quietly closed the door.

“Well fuck me! Who would have thunk that!” she beamed with delight.

“I know Phil told me he fancied her but who would have thought he could fall in love with her in seven days.”

“Anyway if the whole drunken tranny slut thing is just an act then Wendy is going to be so relieved,” she smiled.

As Michelle had Wendy’s car at her disposal and no need to rehearse she drove home to select an appropriate gown for her dinner with Tony after the show.

Michelle played close attention to her fellow lead guitarist during the evening’s performance.

Panti skipped along the stage, her skirt flicking around her thighs as she played the opening aria of Paradise City and of course the crowd was captivated. But Michelle watched Phil Benson, the lead singer of Transvixen, it was obvious that he was not only captivated by Panti but devoted to her. Michelle smiled to herself and then hit the hard chords of the intro.

It was also during their Americana set whilst playing Welcome To The Jungle that Michelle noticed Phil wink at Panti as he sang “And you're a very special girl who’s very hard to please. You can taste the bright lights but you won't get them for free.”

To a casual observer it looked like Panti was up to her usual on stage drunken highjinks but Michelle realised now that it was an act. Her moves were actually carefully choreographed and she never missed a note. Was Panti finally becoming professional?

Michelle and Tony deliberately did not discuss business over dinner.

Michelle wore an ankle-length red satin gown worn low on her shoulders, with long sleeves; split to her thigh and a red satin strapless bra that pushed up her small breasts; and matching red panties. She had slipped into black stockings; thigh-high holdups because the fabric of dress clung to her body and she didn’t want a suspender belt to ruin the sleek lines. She accessorised with red kitten-heels, silver jewellery and her long blonde hair was combed out straight and worn down to her waist. It glistened in the subdued lighting of the restaurant. Her makeup was dark and striking; her lipstick bright red.

When she arrived at Bocca di Lupo in Tony’s limousine he was waiting for her at the curb and opened the door for her. She smiled when she alighted from the limo and her dress split open to reveal her long legs all the way up to her thigh. Tony couldn’t help but stare.

“Miss Murphy, delighted you could join me,” Tony offered Michelle his hand as she stepped out of limo.

He kissed her fingers and handed her a red rose.

“So many roses Tony,” Michelle smiled and crooked her arm through his.

As they entered the restaurant all the heads turned.

“They're all looking at you because you are so beautiful,” Tony said graciously.

“Or because you are so handsome,” Michelle squeezed his hand.

“Or because they all owe you money and they are worried you might take to them with a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild ,” she scoffed.

“You are a very audacious young lady. But you should know that if I ever subjugate a debtor in a restaurant I use a bottle of cheap Australian Shiraz,” he chuckled.

Michelle was impressed with the splendour of the place but was determined to remain unaffected.

Tony pulled back her seat and pushed it in behind her when she sat. He dismissed the drinks waiter with an order and gallantly flicked her napkin and placed in her lap.

“How did you know what I wanted to drink?” Michelle engaged him mischievously.

“We are having the best dry martini you have ever had,” he replied.

“Well it better be; as I have never had one before,” Michelle blushed.

“It’s simple really. One part Noilly Prat original dry vermouth to two parts Bombay Sapphire gin with a dash of orange bitters. Stir for twenty seconds, strain into a classic cocktail glass. The zest of a lemon twisted and wafted over the glass. And a single olive,” Tony grinned.

“I hate olives,” Michelle smirked.

“Being of Italian heritage, I beg you to try the olive,” Tony reached across the table and gently took her hand.

The drinks arrived and Michelle was delighted with it once she took a sip. She couldn’t help but tease Tony and she licked the olive seductively on the cocktail skewer and then crushed it between her teeth.

Tony gulped and waved to the waiter and ordered dinner for them both and the accompanying wines.

Over the entrée Tony started to engage Michele in serious conversation.

“So you are now living full time as a woman. I approve. You are an elegant, beautiful and vivacious young lady,” he said, swallowing a morsel of prawn.

“I don’t need your approval Tony. I’m doing it for me and for no one else,” Michelle countered.

“I apologise; I just meant that you are a beautiful woman and your magnificence should not be wasted,” Tony countered.

“Is the what you told Theo and Christopher Balzono when you shared me with them,” Michelle took a long draught of her wine.

“I apologise again and lay myself at your feet. I didn’t realise what a beautiful creature you were at the time. The Balzono’s have been told that if they even hint at what happened that day they will be sorry they were born,” Tony lowered his head and gesticulated.

“Can we please talk of other things?” Tony gestured for the waiters to clear the table.

And they did. Tony turned out to be a man of the world and quite the philanthropist, despite the fact that he was an organised crime kingpin.

Towards the end of the evening as they sipped port and coffee Tony became serious.

“I understand that you are ‘travestito’, and I know that I treated you with disrespect when you came to my office.”

“But ever since then I can’t help thinking about you. You are so beautiful, feminine, and delectable. I’m so sorry I disgraced you.”

Tony’s hand was resting on her knee and he lazily stoked her gossamer-clad thigh. He made no effort to slide his hand any higher up her leg and Michelle found it comforting

“I see you are sitting here in front of me so graciously; and I thank you so much for coming for dinner, I am enraptured by you,” Tony took Michelle’s hand and kissed it.

“Thank you Tony but I really must go. I have to be at Wendy’s office at nine and it must be nearly one o’clock in the morning now,” Michelle smiled back at him.

“Ah! Wendy and yourself have been unsuccessful trying to find a venue for Transvixen’s next concert,” Tony raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“I’m not here to talk business Tony,” Michelle countered.

“Yes and neither am I but I’m goin to. Just briefly,” Tony continued.

“You can have Wolford Hall,” Tony said.

“What do you mean?” Michelle replied perplexed.

“Transvixen can play at Wolford Hall as soon as you finish up at the Chelmsford Dance Hall. It holds seven hundred people, has better acoustics and a bigger bar.”

“Same terms for the concert tickets and bar sales,” Tony grinned.

“I am not here to prostitute myself for a venue for Transvixen!” Michelle looked insulted.

“I am offended that you look upon my offer that way!”

“This is business because I know you are working for Wendy in that capacity. My offer should be held only in that context. I thought it might help you with your internship with her,” Tony looked upset and apologetic.

“I will call my car for you,” Tony clapped his hands and the Maitre'D and a bevy of waiters arrived to clear the table and acquit the bill.

Tony tended to Michelle’s chair as she arose.

Michelle turned to Tony.

“On behalf of Wendy Grayson, I accept your offer for Wolford Hall. Please have your delightful secretary fax the contract over tomorrow,” Michelle offered her hand for Tony to shake.

Tony turned her hand and lifted it to his face and kissed it gently.

“That particular secretary no longer works for me. In fact I now have a man; a nephew of mine; less distracting and no bad temper to pander to,” Tony smiled and made a causal hand gesture.

“But if I have offended you I am mortified. I so wanted us to have a pleasant evening and be friends,” Tony bowed his head.

He led Michelle outside to the kerb where his limousine waited.

The chauffeur held the door open ready for Michelle to alight.

Tony held Michelle at arms distance and kissed her gently on the cheek. Michelle leaned into him and he inhaled her perfume.

She did not resit when Tony pulled her to him and held her tightly and kissed her passionately. They kissed and caressed for a long time and eventually they broke their embrace and Tony held Michelle at arms length.

“You are the most beautiful creature. Te amo mi amor Mon chéri,” he whispered and opened the door to the limo.

“Good night good lady. I will call you again; but not too soon. I sense that I have inadvertently made a fool of my personage and dishonoured myself,” Tony looked genuinely sad.

Michelle slid into the car and Tony closed the door and looked at her wistfully as the limo drove away.

Michelle’s head was spinning. Tony had behaved like such a gentleman all night and had given her a business opportunity, knowing that she wanted to progress a career in entertainment management.

Admittedly he had treated her harshly when they first met in his office; but had he redeemed himself tonight?

This was all playing in Michelle’s head, not helped by two martinis, copious amounts of wine and an aperitif with coffee.

She lit a cigarette and pondered her predicament.

“Fuck!”

“Chauffeur; do you know where Tony Carlotta lives?” Michelle leaned over the front seat.

“Of course ma’am,” he replied.

“Take me there,” Michele commanded.

To be continued…

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Seven: Panti Love - Michelle Lust

‘So how did Panti and Phil Benson get together?’ Michele pondered as she sat in the back of the limo being driven to the Bocca di Lupo restaurant for her date with Tony Carlotta.

Well it came about as follows…

After the second concert Panti lay on the park bench gratified and sated having had sex with two strangers. Wendy found her there and berated her for being a slattern, calling her a “transvestite slut”.

Unbeknown to them both, Phil Benson watched the argument from behind a grove of willows. He’d ducked outside for a smoke and heard the volatile exchange. He hadn’t seen Panti have sex with the two fans but he had heard Panti and Wendy arguing about it.

He bowed his head and clenched his fists at the thought of Panti with the two strangers.

It had been only today that he had told Cherri that he had feelings for Panti.

He watched Wendy walk away and then he swallowed deeply and came out of the shadows and sat down next to Panti.

Phil took away her can of lager and lit them both a cigarette.

“You’re not a transvestite slut,” he said.

“Well I think I just proved I am,” Panti replied, her head bowed.

“You were caught up in the moment. You were brilliant tonight Panti. You’re going to be the face of Transvixen. The stage act tonight was phenomenal,” Phil replied.

“But please tell me it’s just going to be an act. This isn’t going to be you; shagging fans in the dark after the concert?”

“Why Phil? You worried about the band’s reputation? We’re a hard rock cover band for fuck sake!” Panti snatched back her beer and swallowed.

“No. Because I care about you,” Phil stammered.

“I have feelings for you,” he continued.

“You want me to bend over for you Phil? You can stick it in my arse if you like,” Panti replied.

Phil slapped Panti across the face.

“Don’t belittle yourself Panti! I’m trying to tell you that even though I’ve only known you as Panti for a few days I’m attracted to you. Not a quick shag on a park bench attracted; I really feel something for you.”

“More like…fuck this is hard…more like, I really want to have a relationship with you and see where that goes, attracted.”

“Ah fuck! I’m not saying this right,” Phil looked sorrowful and made to get up from the bench.

Panti put a hand on Phil’s forearm and gestured for him to stay.

“Tell me!” she said.

“From the moment you walked into rehearsals as Panti; the day Snoot fainted, I’ve been infatuated with you,” Phil whispered.

“And it’s not just a sex thing; although you turn me on like crazy.”

“You’re everything I want in a woman. You rock. You like to drink. You’re forthright. And I know that underneath that lipstick and power you’re Steve Grayson; but you’re not.”

“You’re Panti Pops and I’m going to be honest. You can tell me to fuck off, but I think I’m falling in love with you,” Phil stood and looked down at Panti.

Panti tossed the empty can of lager on the ground and held out her hand.

Phil took her hand and eased her up from the bench and they stood awkwardly close to each other, neither saying a word.

“What about if I did this?” Panti whispered.

She leaned forward and pecked Phil on the lips.

“What about if I did this?” Phil responded.

He took Panti in his arms and tenderly but passionately kissed her.

Panti melted in Phil’s arms. It had been a huge night and she was exhausted.

“What about if I take you to my place. No hanky panky I promise. You need to rest,” Phil murmured in her ear.

“You know what Phil? That’s probably the best offer I’ve had all night.”

Phil walked Panti to where the band’s beat up VW Combi was parked and put her in the passenger seat. She fell asleep straight away and Phil drove her home to his one bedroom flat, carried her to the bedroom and tucked her into his bed.

He felt uncomfortable about undressing her so he lay her down fully clothed on his bed and pulled the blankets up around her.

He kissed Panti on the forehead but he couldn’t help himself and kissed her tenderly on the lips as she slept.

Phil lay down on the cold hard floor beside the bed with just a blanket and pillow. He could smell her perfume and still feel her lips on his, and he fell asleep contented.

When he awoke Panti was gone and he found a note on the kitchen table.

‘Phil, I’m not sure exactly what happened last night but I can remember enough of it. If you are serious about what you said come to my place around 1pm, Wendy will be at work and we can talk it through. Panti Pops.’

At 1pm Phil went to knock on the door of Wendy’s house but he noticed the door was a jar so he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“Wendy? Panti? It’s Phil,” he called out into the gloom.

“Up here!”

Phil heard Panti calling from upstairs. He cautiously took the stairs, aware of how silent the house was and the creaking sounds he made on the steps as he ascended.

He peeked into Panti’s bedroom and saw her sitting in an easy chair strumming her Les Paul. Unplugged it made hardly a sound.

“I’m working on a couple riffs Phil,” Panti looked up at him and his heart skipped a beat.

Panti was dressed in a simple denim skirt, white cotton blouse, tan hosiery and black heels. Her curly black, shoulder-length hair glistened in the light streaming through the window. Her makeup was subdued but still perfect; a little mascara, rouge and pink lipstick.

“Come in. Sit,” Panti said.

There was nowhere else to sit except Panti’s huge bed which was covered with a pink ruffled bedspread. The room smelled of perfume, powder and cosmetics. There was nothing masculine in the room. It looked like a girl’s room.

Phil sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his feet.

“How much do you remember from last night?” Phil mumbled.

“Enough,” Panti said emotionlessly.

Phil shrugged; he looked a little dejected.

“I’m sorry I said those things Panti. You were drunk and emotional after arguing with Wendy. I should have just shut up,” he sighed.

Panti had noiselessly put the guitar in its stand and made her way over to the bed. She stood before him. She reached out and gently lifted his face; a long painted fingernail caressed his cheek.

“Why? Didn’t you mean them?” Panti gazed into Phil’s eyes.

“Yes but…”

Phil didn’t get a chance to finish his answer. Panti leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

They kissed tenderly at first and then Panti pushed Phil onto the bed and fell on top of him. She looked him in the eyes again.

“Are you serious about this? It’s only been a short time that you’ve known me as Panti and I don’t…”

This time Phil shut down Panti by pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately.

Phil explored Panti’s mouth with his tongue and she bent down and stroked his face while he kissed her. She could feel him becoming erect against her groin as she straddled him. She smiled around his frenetic kisses and started to slowly gyrate her hips.

Phil gasped as he felt Panti push against his erection and grind her mound on him. He desperately wanted to free his cock from his tight jeans but Panti remained firmly pressed against him and he could feel her smiling as she kissed him.

He eased her face away from his and looked her in the eyes.

“Tease!”

“Bullshit Phil, you love it,” Panti smiled and lowered her face to his again and kissed him.

When Phil was gasping and begging her for release, Panti eased her body away from his.

“Sorry what do you want babe?” she taunted him.

She lay beside him and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Is it this?” she slowly unzipped Phil’s fly and unbuckled his belt.

Phil groaned with lust.

“Or this?” Panti pulled down his jeans far enough to expose the long thick cock tenting his briefs.

“Oh my god!” Phil hissed and Panti’s fingers traced the outline of his erection through his underpants.

“Oh!” Panti slid her fingers inside his underpants and began to stroke him.

She cut off his gasp by closing her mouth on his and kissing him.

Phil was shaking with desire as Panti slowly stroked his hard throbbing penis. It was leaking copious amounts of preseminal fluid and she wanted it.

Phil was disappointed when she stopped kissing him but when Panti lowered her face to his groin and took his member into her sweet, wet, warm mouth he cried out with desire.

Panti’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked Phil’s engorged phallus, she worked her tongue on his glans enjoying the moans and groans he uttered as she fellated him. Phil bucked and writhed with pleasure and he felt his orgasm building but he didn’t want to come yet; it was too soon.

Panti sensed it too and she stopped sucking and turned her head to look up at Phil who stared at her with contentment and lust in his eyes. He reached for her and pulled her to him so that she lay on top of him so he could kiss and cuddle her again. Phil’s cock slid under her skirt and rubbed on her thigh.

He opened Panti’s blouse and unsnapped her brassiere. He found her tiny breasts but they felt wonderful in his hands and he tweaked her nipples until she gasped. Phil lifted Panti away from him so he could take her nipples into his mouth; he suckled on them and she cradled his head while he did.

Panti straddled Phil again and reached under her skirt and poked a finger in the gusset of her pantyhose, ripping them slightly. She guided Phil’s fingers inside her panties and directed them to the hole she had torn.

Panti knew that this was where Phil was likely to falter. That Phil would realise that he was making love to a transvestite not a woman and that Panti had a penis.

But Phil didn’t hesitate. He ripped open Panti’s pantyhose and tore away her gaff, freeing her semi-hard penis which sprang forward and pushed against the front of her panties. Phil stroked Panti’s cock through the silky panty material and felt the preseminal fluid begin to soak the into the satin.

Panti fell forward and kissed her new beau; she slid her tongue into his mouth and groaned as he stroked and squeezed her thickening cock. She squirmed and wriggled until she had Phil’s glans positioned between her buttocks, pushing against her anal bud.

Panti pushed down on Phil’s cock, using his preseminal fluid to lubricate it as it slowly pushed past her sphincter and buried itself deep inside her. Phil moaned and Panti lifted herself up and down and slowly rode him; she gyrated her hips and ground down on him. Phil gripped her waist and fucked her, thrusting in and out of her tight anus.

Panti threw back her head and squealed with pleasure. Phil put a hand back under Panti’s skirt and stroked her cock. He caressed it through her diaphanous panties and then freed it and gripped the sleek flesh of her turgid member. Phil stroked Panti’s erection as she rode his hard cock. She was moaning, almost crying with pleasure. She could feel Phil’s cock beginning to throb as his release approached and she could feel her own impeding orgasm.

She pushed down and ground her hips, driving Phil’s glans into her prostate. She orgasmed and her scalding semen splashed onto Phil’s belly as he frantically masturbated her. Her orgasm triggered his own climax and he thrust as hard as he could into Panti as his spend erupted from his pulsating cock.

Panti squealed and pressed down harder, milking Phil of his seed as her own semen squirted from her throbbing phallus.

She fell forward as her orgasm began to subside and kissed Phil contentedly as he held her to him and kissed her back. Panti slowly eased herself off Phil and lay down beside him; kissing and caressing him.

Phil embraced Panti and returned her kisses. They disentangled briefly and Phil shucked out of his clothes while Panti stripped down to her knickers, pantyhose and bra. They slid under the covers and continued to kiss and caress each other until their desire swelled to the degree where it needed sating again.

Panti spread her legs and lifted her buttocks so that Phil could ease aside her panties and slide right into her. His time they made love slowly; gradually building to a crescendo until they climaxed together.

Phil lay on top of Panti kissing her.

He finally spoke.

“Yes I’m definitely falling in love with you,” he looked down on her and smiled.

“Don’t say that Phil! You can’t say that!” Panti sobbed.

“Panti; I know what I feel and you can’t tell me otherwise,” Phil wiped a tear away from her cheek.

“Ok Phil. Let’s just see how it goes. Let’s take it slowly,” Panti sighed.

They kissed and caressed again for a while, when suddenly Panti punched Phil in the shoulder.

“Fuck now you’ve done it!” she grumbled.

“What?” Phil looked dumbfounded.

“Now I’ll have to emulate Cherri and she’ll fucking rub it in I bet,” Panti moaned.

“I’m still confused Panti?” Phil stared at her quizzically.

“I’ll have to go full time!” Panti squealed.

“What?” Phil still didn’t get it.

“If I’m going to have a steady boyfriend I’ll have be Panti full time…goodbye Steve forever,” she smiled.

“So I’m your steady boyfriend?” Phil beamed.

“Yeah boofhead; you are,” Panti playfully slapped him.

“But you and I have to keep this secret. The whole drunken tranny slut thing is working for us. I have to have the appearance of being available,” Panti explained.

“Of course honey; I get it. It will be our secret until you say it’s not,” Phil replied.

“That could be a while babe,” Panti nuzzled up to Phil.

Phil kissed Panti and before long they were making love again.

And so it came to pass that Panti and Cherri Pops had become full time transvestites. Neither had decided how far they intended to transition but Cherri was now living on her own as Michelle Murphy and had recently been dated by Tony Carlotta. Panti was still living at home and was secretly carrying on a torrid affair with the lead singer of Transvixen. She had not told Wendy or any of the other band members and the only reason Cherri knew was because she had discovered Panti and Phil in flagrante delicto in the girls dressing room.

The day after Michelle’s date with Tony Carlotta she turned up to work at Wendy’s offices. Wendy sat behind her desk smoking and drinking coffee. She held a fax flimsy and had a bemused look on her face when Michelle entered the office.

“I take it the date went off with a bang?” Wendy smirked over her coffee cup.

Michelle blushed and stared at the fax Wendy was perusing.

“You got the fax about Wolford Hall I take it?” Michelle nodded at the document in Wendy’s hand.

“Yeah. Two weeks appearance with the same terms and conditions we currently have with Tony,” Wendy smirked.

“What did it cost you? Did you leave his place with your knickers in your purse?” Wendy sniped.

“Fuck you Wendy! I negotiated that deal on my own! I thought you would be proud of me?” Michelle pouted.

Wendy arose and held Michelle in a comforting embrace.

“I’m teasing darling. I am very proud of you. Was it nice? Did Tony behave? Come and sit on the couch while I get us both a coffee and you have to tell me all about it,” Wendy pecked Michelle chastely on the side of the mouth.

The two women sat side by side on the couch and Michelle told Wendy all about her night out with Tony.

“So??? After the driver told you that he knew where Tony lived, did he drop you off there?” Wendy asked when Michelle came to that part of her story.

Michelle nodded and blushed.

“And???”

“Well I went inside and Tony and I had a drink and watched telly until four am and then I went home” Michelle grinned.

Wendy mischievously slapped Michelle’s thigh.

“Come on! Don’t make me drag it out of you!” Wendy implored.

“Well what do you think happened. We made love. Yes that’s it, we made love; it was nothing like the last time,” Michelle blushed.

“I’m not sure how I feel about him though. I know you don’t approve of him and I know he’s dangerous. I’m still very confused at the moment, working though my gender identity and my sexuality which are not necessarily aligned I suppose,” Michelle sighed.

“What do you mean?” Wendy was genuinely concerned.

“Well I definitely identify as female and I like having sex with Tony but I also adore having sex with you,” Michelle smiled.

“Well don’t think too hard about it honey; just see how things progress and you know I’m always here for you. Not just as your manager or your lover but as a true friend who loves you almost like a daughter,” Wendy replied.

“Fuck it really is complicated isn’t it?” Wendy chuckled.

“What’s complicated?” Panti entered Wendy’s office and closed the door behind her.

She was wearing tight jeans and a blouse but her hair and makeup were perfect. She was also wearing black high heels; she always wore heels, but this was the most dressed down Wendy and Michelle had ever seen her.

They both looked a little bemused.

“Well I was explaining to your mother that living full time trans has its complications but I still feel that I’ve done the right thing. I don’t feel in any way male anymore,” Michelle explained.

“Oh? Well I guess this is the right time for me to tell you both that I too am going full time trans. Since coming out as trans I too don’t have a skerrick of male identity left in me,” Panti announced.

Wendy strode over and hugged Panti.

“Are you sure honey? It’s a huge decision but I support you wholeheartedly if that’s what you want,” Wendy smiled at her new daughter.

“I’m sure…well as sure as I can be. Also there’s something else,” Panti continued, smiling guiltily.

“I don’t think I can keep it a secret much longer. Phil Benson and I are a thing,” she looked down at her shoes a little embarrassed.

Michelle smiled to herself but Wendy looked shocked.

“A thing? What’s a thing?” Wendy’s shock had morphed to confusion.

“Well, we are lovers. But more than that; he loves me and I think I love him,” Panti smirked.

“Jesus I never would have guessed. I thought you were getting drunk every night and catting around,” Wendy said.

“Nah. That’s just what I want everyone to think; that I’m some rock and roll transvestite tart party girl. It’s just an image I’m projecting,” Panti explained.

“After the show I trollop around the punters letting them cop a feel and putting on a act like I’m a loose drunken bint but I actually don’t drink hardly anything before or during the show and not that much after. And I always go home with Phil,” she smiled coyly.

“Well I never!” Wendy was gobsmacked.

Panti looked at Michelle and saw something in her gaze.

“You knew didn’t you?” Panti asked.

“Yes Panti. And I’ve been so happy for you ever since I found out,” Michelle hugged Panti and then Wendy joined in and they all three hugged each other.

“Well we have news too,” Wendy grinned.

“Michelle got a contract for a two week gig at Wolford Hall for Transvixen.”

“That’s fucking great,” Panti kissed Michelle on the cheek.

“So you’re making a go of this performer management thing then. Or did you have to fuck him?” Panti teased.

“No. But I promised him that you would!” Michelle taunted her friend.

The three of them began to natter about the details of their various announcements.

Panti informed Michelle and Wendy that unlike Michelle she intended to use her stage name as her femme name and would stay living at home with Wendy which made Wendy very happy. She wanted to see how stable Panti would be living full time as a trans woman.

Wendy had the precise details of the Wolford Hall deal to finalise before she signed Tony’s contact and she still had other performers and artists to manage so she gave Michelle the afternoon off. Michelle took off with Panti back to Wendy’s place. There was no rehearsal again that afternoon as Transvixen had their act down pat.

Back at Wendy’s Michelle and Panti decided that a drink and natter session would be in order so they poured gin and tonics and retired to Panti’s room.

“So you knew about Phil and I?” Panti sipped her drink.

“Yeah babe; you really gotta lock that door to our dressing room if you are going to fuck in there,” she smiled.

“And you’re going full time too? Are you sure?” Michelle asked.

“Well as sure as I can be. I don’t feel there is any Steve Grayson left in me. I feel like a woman, well a trans woman, all the time. I think like Panti and I dream like Panti. I guess I just don’t feel like a man any more. Do you?” Panti replied.

“Nope. I feel the same way,” Michelle took a long pull on her drink.

“So how was it being with Tony. You know; being with him willingly. I mean its weird, mom, you and I have all had sex with him,” Panti looked over the rim of her glass at Michelle.

“Well at dinner he was such a gentleman and I can see he has a genuine affection for me,” Michelle replied.

“So… what happened?” Panti had that mischievous look on her face that Michelle recognised.

“Well a girl shouldn’t kiss and tell but ok; I’ll tell you but it’s just between us special girls ok?”

Panti nodded vigorously; she really wanted to know.

“Well I wore an ankle-length red satin gown split to my thighs, a red satin strapless bra with matching red panties, black holdup stockings, red kitten-heels, silver jewellery, dark makeup and bright red lipstick. With my long blonde hair brushed out I looked gorgeous...fuckable, you know?” Michelle laughed.

“I dressed that way because I wanted to look beautiful; I wanted to look feminine but also I did want Tony to desire me I suppose,” she went on.

“I told you about how the evening at the restaurant went and how I kissed Tony goodnight and how, in the limo going home, I suddenly wanted to spend more time with Tony.

“We arrived at his London flat. It didn’t look much from the outside, just a redbrick walk-up. But inside it was really nice,”…

Michelle told Panti what happened that night; but didn’t go into great detail. What actually happened was Michelle rang the doorbell to Tony’s apartment; she was nervous and her heart was hammering in her chest.

Tony flung open the door to greet her; he obviously had a security camera and knew that the gorgeous creature he had just had dinner with was standing outside. His huge grin gave away his excitement.

“My Michelle. Te amo mi amor Mon chéri, you came back to me,” Tony expansively waved his hand inviting her in.

Michelle squeezed past him in the confines of the hallway; he had divested himself of his suit and was wearing a silk bathrobe and matching slippers.

She never made it past the hallstand before Tony wrapped her in his arms like a bear and kissed her. Michelle opened her mouth to accept his tongue and immediately felt his erection pressing against her belly. He was obviously sans underwear under the robe.

Michelle was just as aroused as Tony was but also practical; the last thing she wanted his preseminal secretions staining her satin dress. So she reached down and gripped his eight-inch, sleek, circumcised phallus and held it away from her body and stroked it.

Tony groaned in her mouth and she felt more globules of clear precum drip from his glans. Wasting no time she dropped to her knees and licked his erect penis from base to tip; cupping his scrotum and gently squeezing his large testes.

“My darling you don’t have to do that,” Tony whimpered, looking down at her pretty face.

“Shut up Tony. For once I’m in charge,” Michelle smiled wickedly and swallowed his cock.

Tony fell against the hallstand he was so aroused. He gently stroked Michelle’s face as she slowly fellated him, working her tongue around the edges of his glans, causing his cock to pulse and quiver. She knew that he was close to climax but she used all of her skills to keep him from coming.

Tony gazed down at the pretty young transvestite on her knees fellating him and honestly felt he was the luckiest man alive. He tried to fuck her face but Michelle wouldn’t let him; she stayed in control, ensuring he didn’t orgasm but keeping him on the brink.

She reached inside her spilt dress and her fingers slid inside her panties tearing away her gaff and freeing her thickening penis. She eased it from her panties and improved her own erection as she suckled Tony’s cock. She wasn’t sure if she was going to have sex with Tony when she left home, in fact she was almost determined not to, but just in case she changed her mind she had pre-lubricated herself internally.

Michelle leapt to her feet and kissed Tony passionately.

“Fuck me Tony! Fuck me right here and right now!” her voice muffled around her kisses.

She broke the kiss and spun around and leant against the hallstand; heels apart and derriere raised; presenting herself to Tony.

Tony opened the split in her dress and tugged at her panties but Michelle was impatient. She reached around and took his hard phallus and guided it inside her panties so that it nuzzled at her anal bud.

Michelle pushed back just as Tony gripped her hips and thrust. The result was that all eight inches of Tony’s cock plunged inside Michelle’s anus, impaling her.

There was no pain. Michelle was fully aroused and dilated. Tony’s cock felt wonderful as it filled her and she clenched her sphincter to grip it tighter and then began to fuck him. Tony held her hips and stood till as Michelle rocked back and forth on her heels moaning and whimpering.

She reached behind her and took Tony’s hand and guided it inside her dress and onto her own dripping hard cock. Tony squeezed her and she shuddered.

Michelle pushed back hard against Tony and wriggled her buttocks; forcing Tony’s glans to push on her prostrate. She didn’t cry…she screamed as she orgasmed.

Torrents of semen erupted from Michelle’s cock as Tony filled her with his own hot seed.

Tony cried out too as he milked Michelle of her spend; grinding himself against her so that his cock felt every spasm of her anal muscles as they pulsed and contracted and drained him of his sperm.

Tony remained inside Michelle as their orgasms subsided. He bent over her and hugged her as she panted, finding her breath.

When she was breathing normally he slid his semi-erect penis out of her anus and pulled her panties back into place but he could feel his issue soaking into them as it dribbled from her sphincter.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he whispered in her ear.

“I’ll buy you many new pairs,” he chuckled.

“You better,” Michelle turned her head and smiled.

Tony kissed her and then he lifted her off her feet so that he was carrying her cradled in his arms.

He was so strong she was like lifting a leaf on the wind.

Michelle placed her arms around his neck and nuzzled him.

“Where are you taking me?” Michelle nibbled his ear playfully.

“I’m taking you to bed so that I can make love to you all night,” Tony smiled at her and kissed her.

“…And he did,” Michelle finished telling Panti her story.

“Wow Michelle! You romantic you!” Panti giggled and drained her drink.

“Well shagging him in the hallway wasn’t that romantic. It was more that I really, really, really, wanted a fuck right there and then,” Michelle laughed.

Panti and Cherri Pops. The two gorgeous tranny rock guitarists nattered away the afternoon just like they used to. It was just like old times but then again not. They were both full-time trans now and both exploring their sexuality to the full extent.

Meanwhile on the other side of London from Tony’s flat Theo and Christopher Balzono were having heated discussions.

“So Big Tony swears us to secrecy about gang-banging the travisto putta! How dare he! She’s just a tranny whore; why should he care who knows that we fucked her?” Chris ranted.

“Don’t worry about it brother. I happen to know the travisto rock and roll band is going to be playing at Wolford Hall for two weeks and you know whose territory that is?” Theo grinned.

“We sell all the drugs in Wolford,” Chris replied.

“That’s right brother. We’ll be seeing those two tranny cocksuckers and their cocksucking bitch manager very soon,” Theo’s face grimaced with evil intent.

To be continued…

TransVixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Eight: Wolford Hall Horror

Transvixen finished their last concert at Chelmsford dance hall. The series of concerts had made Wendy and the band a considerable profit from ticket and bar sales. They also sold a line of Transvixen band merchandise.

Everybody wanted to buy the T-shirts with pictures of Panti and Cherri dressed sexy in micro-minis with their guitars slung low enough to just cover their crotches. There were also posters, beer mugs and other paraphernalia that Wendy had a local manufacturer produce.

They moved on to Wolford Hall which was a considerably bigger venue. They spent some money on better equipment and added a guitar tech to their entourage which also included a lighting and sound tech; the techs also doubled as roadies.

Wendy called a meeting with Transvixen at Wolford Hall the morning of their first concert while the techs did their thing getting their equipment set up ready for a sound check and a full dress rehearsal that afternoon.

‘Snoot’ Bizjack, the bassist was his usual laconic self. He eyed off Panti and Cherri; it was obvious he had a crush on both of them, but he was harmless.

Bob Little, the drummer was his usual overconfident self and turned up dressed like a rock star in a purple zoot suit with a couple of groupies on his arm, to whom Wendy gave short thrift to at the door, much to his chagrin.

“You turn up with any more band sluts to a business meeting again Bob and you’ll be drumming for the local Boy Scout spit and dribble band,” Wendy clipped him around the ear.

He dragged up a chair and sat on it backwards, with that stupid grin on his face. He was handsome and a reasonable drummer but his opinion of himself outweighed his abilities.

Transvixen’s singer Phil Benson deliberately sat well away from Panti; it had been decided that their relationship would remain a secret for as long as possible. Michelle and Wendy confided in each other that it showed just how dumb Snoot and Bob were that they hadn’t figured out the bleeding obvious.

Even the techs suspected that Phil and Panti were getting it on but kept schtum.

“Ok Transvixen. This joint holds seven hundred people, has great acoustics and a huge bar, which all adds up to more money for us but you gotta keep the drive and energy going,” Wendy said.

“Presale tickets for the first three shows are sold out. Panti and Michelle you have a follow up interview with the Morning Crew at Chelmsford FM tomorrow,” Wendy announced.

“Fuck no!” Panti and Michelle chimed in unison.

“Fuck yes! We need the publicity. Michelle, get yourself glammed up for it; I want you there as Cherri Pops not Michelle Murphy. And Phil; they want you too,” Wendy decreed.

“What about us?” Snoot asked nodding at Bob.

“Sorry babe but it’s a small studio and well…the bassist and drummer?” Wendy smiled wanly.

“However I want you two outside giving autographs cause there will be a huge crowd there I guarantee,” Wendy said in a conciliatory tone.

Bob grinned and nudged Snoot in the ribs.

“Groupies dude!” he sniggered.

“Keep your cock in your pants. Both of you,” Wendy sniggered.

“What about her? She created a fucking riot last time she was there,” Bob pointed at Panti.

Panti winced.

“Bollocks! The radio station loves it; they love the controversy. It’s good for ratings, that’s why they want you back,” Wendy grinned.

“If that fat cunt starts on me again I’m going to kick her arse up!” Panti brooded.

“That’s the spirit; just don’t break any of your fingers; you’re a guitarist,” Wendy teased her.

“Ok follow me out back and I’ll show to you the dressing rooms, performers lounge and my office,” Wendy grinned at their looks of awe.

“Performers lounge?” Snoot looked amazed.

“Somewhere for a drink and a snack after the show,” Wendy smiled.

“Can we bring groupies back there?” Bob joked and the others all groaned and punched him impishly.

The rehearsal went well and the concert was a blast. Panti did her thing showing the crowd lots of leg and arse and plenty of knicker flashes and even Cherri got wild during their lead breaks.

For the extended guitar solo of Midnight Rambler they were on their haunches side by side at the very front of the stage, their knees wide apart, skirts high on their thighs. The crowd could see right up their skirts. The lighting tech had been briefed to spotlight them and the crotches of Panti and Cherri’s knickers was a tantalising sight that drove the crowd wild.

The band all laughed about it in the performers lounge after the show. They all drank heavily and then went out and mingled with the punters so that they would stay longer put more money over the bar. They autographed posters and had their pictures taken with their fans.

Panti went home with Wendy that night, much to Phil’s disappointment and Michelle took a call behind the bar from Tony and politely turned down an invitation to a very late supper claiming she needed her head together for the interview at Chelmsford FM.

The trans twin guitarists decided to really ham it up this time for their interview with The Morning Crew. Panti was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform consisting of a navy blue pleated miniskirt and white satin blouse. Cherri wore a black satin and lace French maid’s costume. Both wore tan sheer-to-the waist pantyhose, black nylon panties and black high heels. Panti’s jet black hair was worn in ringlets and a barette kept her fringe out of her eyes and Cherri wore her long straight blonde hair bunched high on her head with a fringe at the front. Both girls were heavily made up with black eyeliner and mascara, colourful eyeshadow and red lipstick; their cheeks rouged. They accessorised with silver costume jewellery: earings, necklace, bangles and rings.

As Wendy predicted there was a huge crowd outside the studio consisting mainly of young men. They all wolf-whistled and cheered when the girls alighted from the back seat of the mini-cab.

The radio station had promised them transport to and from the studio and they were both expecting a limo and were disappointed when the small Ford Fiesta mini-cab turned up.

The crowd started chanting.

“Panti! Cherri! Panti! Cherri! Panti! Cherri!” and a security guard had to guide them through the mob.

“Show us!” one of the likely lads shouted.

Panti obliged and lifted her skirt and flashed the crowd just as she got to the door of the radio station and the crowd went wild. Cherri laughed and lifted her skirt too and the crowd went wilder.

In the Studio lobby, Phil was already waiting, signing autographs for a few of the staff who then rushed over to Panti and Cherri to get their signatures too.

Wendy arrived just as the girls went inside. She dropped off Snoot and Bob who began to sign autographs outside on the pavement.

“Well Chelmsford the raunchiest, most outrageous rock chicks ever to come out of our little burg; Panti and Cherri Pops are with us again and this time we also have the lead singer of Transvixen Phil Benson,” the ponytailed DJ gushed into the microphone.

“And I have to tell you Chelmsford that once again these chicks are hot, hot, hot! If only you could see them dressed in their schoolgirl and French maid outfits; they have to be the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen. What say you Beth?”

Beth was the overweight dowdy woman who comprised one half of the ‘Morning Crew’.

“Well let me tell you Robbie; there is no doubt to anyone who sees these floozies dressed like that… ‘they are’…as in they are definitely trannies,” Beth grinned maliciously at Cherri and Panti.

Robbie Roberts (yes that was his real name) was the other half of the ‘Morning Crew’. He was hoping to get Panti and Beth into another cat fight.

“Meow! Panti and Cherri are you girls gonna take that?” Robbie grinned.

“Well Robbie I guess that’s a compliment coming from someone who looks like a Bull dyke extra from Cell Block H,” Cherri got in before Panti unloaded.

“But changing the subject; don’t you want to hear about how one of the greatest cover bands in the UK rocked Wolford Hall last night?” Cherri went on.

“Well we heard it was a great show and that you girls indeed rocked,” Robbie became a little conciliatory.

“Well I heard you rocked your knickers off, flashing your arses and crotches at the audience to make up for your lousy guitar playing,” Beth sniped.

Panti was red faced and about to explode so Phil interjected.

“Beth and Robbie, I can tell you that Panti and Cherri Pops are the best rock guitarists I have worked with and their music knocked the crowd at Wolford Hall right off their feet last night,” Phil leaned into the microphone.

“Phil Benson listeners; lead vocalist of Transvixen,” Robbie grinned stupidly.

“As if it could be anybody else…stupid twat,” Panti hissed to Cherri but the studio microphone picked it up.

“So…speaking of stupid twats Panti, even though you don’t have one of course, are the rumours true that you like to shag punters on a park bench behind your venues?” Beth looked Panti the eyes and smirked viciously.

“No more than the rumours that your last girlfriend complained that she couldn’t find your cunt through the rolls of fat hanging down from your belly,” Panti shot back.

Robbie gave a thumbs up to the sound engineer who had beeped out the obscenities but ensured the outburst was still broadcast. The audience would fill in the blasphemy for themselves.

“So listeners; the rivalry between Beth and Panti continues,” Robbie grinned stupidly.

“Well at least I have a girlfriend Panti; I hear your number appears on more toilet walls in Chelmsford than bog rolls and that your picture now graces the Oxford Dictionary under the word trollop,” Beth opined.

Panti had risen out of her seat and was about to provide the Chelmsford Gazette photographer with another ‘News of the World’ shot of her attacking the large, dowdy Radio DJ when Phil spread his arms apart in the small studio to keep Panti and Beth apart.

“Well if you must know; none of that is true because Panti is my girlfriend and I’m the only man in her life at the moment,” Phil announced.

Wendy was watching the interview from outside of the broadcast booth and she lowered her head and shook it balefully. There went Panti and Phil’s secret relationship and also the image they had created that Panti was a rock and roll play girl.

“Wow listeners! Another scoop for the Morning Crew! You heard it first here on Chelmsford FM that Panti Pops and Phil Benson of the band Transvixen are lovers,” Robbie smirked joyfully.

“So that raises another question Phil. I wonder if Phil gives Panti a reach-around when he’s shagging her?” Beth bellowed into the mike.

This time the newspaper photographer got an even better shot as both Panti and Cherri leapt across the studio deck to attack the fat lesbian DJ as Phil tried to break them apart.

Page three of the Chelmsford Gazette that afternoon featured a picture of the two sexy trannies leaping across the desk, all legs and knickers as they tried to strangle Beth; Phil Benson’s arms were wrapped around Panti’s waist trying to pull her back into her seat.

The headline read: ‘Panti Pops her panties in transphobic lesbian brawl!’

That evening at Wolford Hall Wendy sat in her office chair with her stocking feet up on the desk crossed at the ankles; the bass beat of Transvixen vibrated through the floor creating concentric waves in her gin and tonic. She was reading the article in the Chelmsford Gazette.

“Well I suppose there is no such thing as bad publicity,” she smiled to herself and took a sip of her drink.

The light on her desk phone flashed and then it rang.

Wendy picked it up and listened for a minute then she frowned and spoke into the mouthpiece.

“I’m on my way,” she barked, slipping on her heels.

Wendy wound her way through the dark corridors backstage and entered the concert hall through a door marked ‘Staff Only’. The band were belting out a number to an enthusiastic audience who appeared to be in stop motion due to the strobe lighting effects. She made her way over to the bar and met with Wayne, the bar manager in the far corner.

The music was not quite as loud in the bar but they still had to shout over the music.

“Over there. The guy in the white T-shirt and black jeans,” Wayne pointed with his chin.

Wendy pretended to be sipping a drink while she watched the man Wayne had pointed out. He was repeatedly approached by teenage boys and girl who handed him cash in exchange for little baggies which he made little effort to hide. He was brazenly dealing drugs.

“Fuck!” Wendy’s eyes sought out her security guys but there were none nearby.

Wendy hated drugs and drug dealers and the last thing she needed was for her venue to be busted.

She looked Christopher Balzono up and down. He was lean, almost skinny with ropy muscles; heavily tattooed. He had black slicked back hair and a gold earring in one ear. He looked greasy.

“Fuck it! I can take on this Gipsy motherfucker myself,” she hissed under her breath.

Wendy made her way over to him and beckoned him into the passageway behind the bar where it was quieter.

Christopher Balzono made no attempt to hide his brazen appraisal of the mature businesswoman. She was attractive, with dark eyes and ruby-red lips, her brunette hair coiffured in a shoulder length bob. She wore her usual tight-fitting business suit, her skirt very short and her satin blouse and jacket very tight. Her shapely legs were clad in sheer hosiery and she wore black stiletto high heels, her gold jewellery was big and glitzy and glittered in the dim light.

“Nice tits,” Chris licked his lips lasciviously and grinned at her with confident affront.

Wendy ignored his arrogance. She had dealt with his kind of scum before on many occasions.

“Do you know who’s backing this venue?” she barked at him.

Chris shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.

“Sure. Tony Carlotta. So what?” he smirked.

Wendy was taken aback. Was this guy working for Tony or did he have Tony’s permission to deal here? Or was this guy really not scared of Tony Carlotta?

“And you are?” Wendy showed no fear.

“I’m Christopher Balzono,” he grinned.

Wendy paled. She knew the Balzono brothers were in league with Tony but she thought that was over with ever since Michelle and Tony had taken up together.

“Well why don’t I just call him and see what he has to say about you dealing drugs at one of his venues?” Wendy spun on her heels intending to go back to her office and call Tony.

Chris reached out and grabbed Wendy by the arm and pulled her close. Quick as lighting he produced a flick-knife and pressed it to her ribs.

“Why don’t we go and make that phone call together,” he hissed into her ear.

The corridor was suddenly very quiet as the band stopped playing and Wendy could hear her harsh breathing as Chris frogmarched her towards her office with his knife pushed firmly against her ribs. She winced as the tip pressed into her soft bosom.

“You got nice titties for a fat old lady,” Chris sniggered.

“Hey! I’m thirty eight; not old! And I’m not fat; I just have big breasts and a nice firm arse,” Wendy decided that being brazen and showing no fear would be the best way to handle this thug.

“Tony told my brother and I that you fucked him just to take five percent off his cut of the Chelmsford Dance Hall,” Chris dropped the knife to Wendy’s behind and pressed the flat of the blade against her buttock.

Wendy blushed with embarrassment and gasped as the cold steel slid across her skirt.

“Oh yeah Miss Grayson we know all about you and your travisto puttas. The one you call your daughter gave him a blowjob and the blonde one…well me and my brother Theo already fucked her up the arse and made her suck our dicks.”

Wendy sobbed a little.

They came to the door of her small office and Chris opened it and pushed her inside. She was propelled forward, nearly tripping and had to hang on to her desk for support.

Then she saw the other greasy-looking man sitting in her chair behind her desk with his feet on the table grinning at her lecherously. He had to be Theo, the brother.

“Ah! Ms Wendy Grayson I presume,” Theo kicked a folding metal chair across the floor.

“Sit!” he ordered.

“What the fuck is this all about?” Wendy asked, smoothing her skirt under her as she sat.

She was aware that her short skirt showed off too much thigh and that the two Italian males were ogling her legs. She crossed her ankles and put her hands in her lap.

“Well ever since your putta tranny Michelle or Cherri or whatever the fuck she calls herself started dating Tony Carlotta we seem to have fallen out with him. He insists that we never discuss what happened in his office not so long ago when he was more than happy to share her around,” Theo opened his hands expressively.

“And he no longer wants to do business with us. So you see, we can’t afford to lose face and as Wolford is our patch, we have no choice but to exercise our right to do as we please here in Wolford. This includes your travisto rock and roll concerts,” Chris expanded.

“So you want me to let you sell drugs at my concerts?” Wendy looked Theo in the eye.

“Oh we are going to do that anyway. Normally Chris and I don’t get our hands dirty, we have underlings to sell our product, but tonight we thought we might just come and mark our territory if you know what I mean.” Theo replied.

Wendy looked at him quizzically.

“When a wolf claims his territory he marks it by pissing in various locations to warn other wolves. We are here pissing on Wolford Hall and letting you know it’s our territory,” Theo grinned through blackened teeth.

“Well I guess you made your point,” Wendy conceded.

She would wait for them to leave and then get Tony to deal with the Balzono brothers.

“Also. They get to mate with all the bitches,” Chris smirked and ominously locked the door.

“Wait a minute,” Wendy exclaimed but was silenced when Chris waved his knife in front of her face.

“Shut the fuck up and take off your clothes bitch or you’re gonna get cut!” he hissed.

Theo came around from behind the desk and put out his hand and lowered his brother’s knife hand.

“No need to be like that Christopher. I’m sure Ms Grayson is going to entertain us appropriately. If she chooses not to of course I might let you use that knife to take a souvenir. A nice finger or an ear,” he smirked.

Wendy realised that she had no choice. With trembling fingers she took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Chris parted her blouse with the tip of the knife exposing her large breasts cupped in her lacy black satin bra.

“Keep going,” he swallowed audibly, his voice thick with lust.

Wendy slipped out of her blouse and shivered with dread. She unzipped the zipper on the side of her navy blue skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Jesus!” Chris hissed.

Wendy was wearing fully fashioned black stockings held up by a red and black satin and lace garter belt. Her full-cut black nylon panties were so diaphanous that were nearly see-through and the thugs could make out wisps of her pubic hair.

Wendy had been planning to meet with James Dolan, one of the other entertainers she managed, for a quiet dinner and she was hoping the evening would end up with them in bed. She bitterly wished she was not wearing such provocative lingerie now.

“Nice,” Theo commented.

He moved into Wendy who froze and braced for the assault.

“Don’t worry babe; I’ll be gentle,” Theo whispered.

He lifted Wendy’s face and kissed her ruby red lips. She didn’t respond but he put his arms around her and pulled her to him anyway.

He slavered at her mouth as he pressed himself against her and she could feel his erection through his trousers as he jammed it against her soft belly.

His hands found her breasts and kneaded them through the satin brassiere cups. Her nipples hardened involuntary to his touch and he smiled. He kissed her harder and his fingers slid inside Wendy’s bra and tweaked her engorged nipples; he freed her breasts from the cups and lowered his face to her milky white globes and licked them and then suckled her nipples.

If he had been rough or violent as Wendy had expected she probably wouldn’t have reacted as she did but regardless of her revulsion, her body responded to the stimuli.

She couldn’t help but sigh as Theo gently manipulated her bosom and sucked and licked her tender nipples.

“I think she likes it Bro,” Chris chuckled.

He was getting hard watching his brother paw at the beautiful businesswoman but he was patient and knew his turn would come next.

Meanwhile in the band’s performers lounge, Transvixen were celebrating another successful concert.

“You were fucking great again darling,” Phil Benson kissed Panti on the lips and squeezed her bum.

Now that he had pronounced their relationship on Chelmsford FM there was no need for them to hide their affection.

“Where’s Wendy? Why isn’t she here to celebrate?” Michelle asked.

“I’ll go get her. She’ll be fucking late for her own funeral,” Panti said exasperated.

She slipped out of Phil’s embrace and almost skipped down the dark corridor; she was still on a high from the concert.

She got to Wendy’s office and rattled the doorknob but it wouldn’t turn.

“That’s strange,” she said to herself when suddenly the door opened and she was yanked inside.

Wendy was quite promiscuous and although she wasn’t delighted to be forced into having sex she was definitely not a ‘Lay back and think of England’ kind of girl. Theo was quite accomplished and when he kissed her she reciprocated. His ministrations to her breasts had aroused her and his hard cock pressing against her belly felt quite erotic.

As soon as Wendy responded to his kisses Theo lowered a hand between her legs which she obligingly opened for him and he found her whispy nylon panties already moist. He rubbed the diaphanous nylon against her mound and Wendy pushed down; she wanted his fingers to explore deeper.

Theo obliged and pushed a finger inside her outer lips and rubbed the gossamer fabric against her labia and then found her clitoris in its hooded shroud. Wendy moaned into his mouth and ground herself against his hand.

Chris had pulled Panti into the office and had his hand firmly clasped across her mouth to keep her quite. She was about to scream when she saw Theo molesting her mother and her eyes widened with terror.

“Watch,” Chris whispered in her ear as he held her close to him.

Panti was mesmerised by the wanton display of her mother. It was obvious that Wendy was being held against her will but she was giving herself freely to the greasy Thug who held her in his grasp.

Theo broke the kiss briefly and Wendy moaned.

“Oh god! You fucker! You made me so hot!”

She scrambled at the waistband of jeans and with Theo’s assistance they fell to his feet. He was not wearing underwear and his huge phallus stood erect and angry.

Wendy reached down and stroked it and kissed him again and rubbed her minge against his fingers.

Panti couldn’t believe her mother could be such a slut but incredibly she too was becoming aroused. Chris sensed her breathing quicken and he smiled. He pressed his own erection into her buttocks and Panti pressed back against him.

Panti still had her stage outfit on; a blue sequined sheath dress that barely covered her crotch, sheer pantyhose, and blue satin panties to match her dress and black high heels. Her dress had ridden up as Chris pulled her back against him and she could feel Chris' penis pushing into her buttocks.

Theo pushed Wendy down on the desk so that she was bent over, heels apart. He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and plunged his large cock deep inside her cunt in one thrust.

“Oh god yes! Fuck me!” Wendy cried.

She wriggled her buttocks and Theo grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with long hard strokes; his crotch banged against her buttocks making a thwok, thwok, thwok, sound as he pounded himself in and out of her.

Chris and Panti were behind her and Theo and Wendy had no idea her daughter was watching her. She was too engrossed in being fucked at the moment to care about anything else.

Chris waved his knife under Panti’s chin then pointed to Wendy and Theo and then put the knife back under her chin. Panti understood and nodded consent. She could hardly do anything else.

Chris took his hand away from Panti’s mouth and spun her around and kissed her. At first Panti resisted but she was already aroused herself and soon capitulated. Chris was close to coming watching his brother fuck the attractive business woman in the sexy lingerie and was in a rush to consummate his desire.

He guided Panti’s hand down to his flies and made her unzip him and free his erection. She squeezed it felt his precum drip from the glans and she used it to masturbate him. She was hoping she could make him come that way but no such luck.

Chris led her over to the small couch in the corner, away from Wendy and Theo but they could still see Theo fucking Wendy, bent over the table; her big white arse quivering as he hammered that huge cock in and out of her.

Wendy had a hand between her legs and was stroking her own clitty as Theo fucked her. Theo had reached around and was squeezing and tweaking her nipples and Wendy was frantic with lust.

Chris threw Panti onto the couch head first so that her buttocks were up in the air. He used the knife to cut open the crotch of her knickers and then tore open her pantyhose and plunged his aching cock deep in her anus.

Lucky for Panti she had pre-lubricated in anticipation of having sex with Phil later that evening and the lubricant combined with Chris’ precum allowed him to enter her tight sphincter and slide deep inside her without any discomfort.

In fact Panti yelped with pleasure as Chris’ glans found that special place inside her. Her own penis was so hard it was pushing against her gaff and it hurt. She reached inside her pantyhose and ripped away her gaff and freed her penis.

As Chris began to fuck her she stroked herself in time with his strokes. She too was close to coming.

Michelle had followed Panti down the passageway at a distance and when she saw Panti snatched inside the office she abruptly stopped and then crept up to the door. The glass panel in the door had a fitted venetian blind that was closed but a couple of the slats were bent so she could just peek inside.

She saw Theo and recognised him. He was molesting Wendy while Chris held Panti with his hand covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming; making her watch her mother.

Michelle raced back to the performers lounge and snatched up the phone and called Tony. Tony was expecting her call because they were going on a date after the show.

“Fucking what!” Tony screamed into the phone when Michelle told him what was happening.

“You and those mook musicians stay where you are. I’m on my way with help,” Tony ordered.

He was sitting in the back seat of his limo which was one of the few cars in Chelmsford to be fitted with a mobile phone at that time. Tony started punching numbers into the phone and snarled at his driver.

“Fast as you can Mikey; we got trouble to take care of.”

Theo slowed down his strokes; he was close to coming and he was enjoying the feeling of this bitch’s tight wet twat around his cock. Wendy sensed it and she slowed down too but ground and wriggled her buttocks against him to increase their pleasure.

Chris was watching them while fucking Panti. He had her held down on the couch but her head was turned side on so she too could watch Wendy and Theo fuck. They were both close to coming so Chris too slowed down his thrusting and Panti obliged him by wriggling her buttocks. She wanted that part of him pressed against her prostate when he plunged into her.

The Balzono brothers tried to hold back their orgasms but the intensity of the pleasure was just too much.

Theo felt his orgasm approaching and he gripped Wendy’s hips and fucked her viciously.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she screamed and orgasmed.

Theo actually felt her cunt quiver and grip his cock as it pulsed and ejaculted deep inside her. Wendy pushed back and ground her buttocks and Theo pulled her close and jammed his cock in her as far as it would go.

Chris and Panti emulated Theo and Wendy and he gripped Panti’s buttocks and exploded inside her; his hot semen scalding her anus. Panti loved the feel of his spend deep inside her and the girth of his cock expanding to full tumescence as he came. She pushed back hard so his glans pressed on that special place as it secreted his seed and she furiously wanked her own cock and spent her issue on the couch.

Wendy and Panti were so overcome with lust and ecstasy that neither of them heard the door burst open. Chris and Theo were enjoying their last ever orgasms when the door exploded inwards.

Both of them just had time to turn their heads and then their lights went out forever.

Wendy and Panti heard a Phut! Phut! sound and their rapists fell away from them.

Wendy and Panti both screamed as they both suddenly found themselves with blankets thrown over their heads, being led out of the office.

Once outside they struggled and eventually pulled the blankets away from their faces and were amazed to see Michelle and Tony. They tried to look back in the office but the door was closed. They could just make out the shapes of men working behind the blinds.

“Oh my god Panti what are you doing here!” Wendy cried.

“I came to get you…and well…I got pulled inside. The same thing that man was doing to you, the other man was trying to do to me,” Panti sobbed.

They both blushed with embarrassment and shame. They gave each other a look that said ‘I won’t say anything if you won’t’.

“I saw what was happening and called Tony,” Michelle wheezed excitedly.

“You saw!” Wendy exclaimed.

“Yes I saw that man was forcing himself on you,” Michelle replied.

“Yes he was! He was forcing me to have sex with him!” Wendy blushed.

“And the other one tried to do the same to me!” Panti squealed.

Wendy and Panti quickly realised that no one could disprove their version of events.

“And the…well the…Phut sound. That was…that was…” Wendy stammered.

“That was nothing you saw, nor need to worry about. That’s why my boys covered your faces. What you never saw; you can never testify to,” Tony said staring both Wendy and Panti in the eye with solemnity.

“So the Balzono brothers?” Wendy raised an eyebrow.

“Will never bother you again. Here is your skirt and blouse, my boys got them for you. Cover yourself up. And you. Pull down your dress,” Tony indicted Panti’s dishevelled state.

They adjusted their clothing as best they could in the dark corridor.

“Ok. My limo will take you both home so you can clean up. I’ll have it come back later for Mister Benson, Panti. I presume you want him to join you?” Tony asked and Panti nodded.

“I’ll go with them but I’ll just duck up the corridor first and tell Phil and the others we got called away for a family emergency,” Michelle said.

Tony looked disappointed.

“Don’t worry darling. As soon as Wendy and Panti are safe home and I’m happy that they are ok I’ll call you. We are still going on that date,” Michelle kissed him on the lips.

Later that evening Tony lay on his back on his huge bed while Michelle rode him; his hard cock was buried deep inside her and he gently held her hips and eased her up and down, impaled on his thick phallus.

Later they lay side by side smoking cigarettes.

“I’m sorry my love but this will be our last night together,” Tony sighed.

Michelle blew smoke at the ceiling and nodded.

She was a little disappointed but also relieved. She knew that a gangster like Tony couldn’t maintain a relation with a trans woman and keep his reputation.

Being with Tony had been delightful but she was also more than a little scared of him. Their tryst was over and they both knew it.

Wendy and Panti never told anyone about what had happened in her office at Wolford Hall that evening; they made a pact never to speak of it and Michelle knew better than to ever raise the incident again.

The Balzono brothers weren’t missed by anyone on either side of the law and were soon forgotten.

Transvixen continued to play sold out concerts at Wolford Hall and then they really got lucky when news of their rise to fame crossed the Atlantic and they were invited to play at a huge outdoor gay and lesbian music festival in San Francisco.

But their time was up.

When they returned to the UK the novelty of a rock and roll band being fronted by two gorgeous transvestite guitarists had worn off and the crows dwindled.

They were still really only ever a cover band and they didn’t have the acumen to write and perform their own music.

Transvixen broke up after twelve months of notoriety and fame.

Panti surprised everyone. She developed a cult following after the San Francisco gig and was invited back to America where she broke into mainstream television as a novelty performer. Her beauty, acid tongue, and overt transsexuality got her appearances on several talk shows and cameo appearances in sitcoms. She even appeared in a couple of movies and ended up hosting her own late night talk show.

She had gender reassignment surgery and was able to marry Phil Benson in a civil ceremony. They settled down, obtained citizenship, and even adopted a couple of kids.

Snoot Bizjack became a session musician and makes a tidy income backing several famous artists. After a few pints down the pub he likes to tell stories of his rock and roll heyday with Transvixen.

Bob Little works as a manger at Tesco.

And Michelle Murphy…

Well Michelle had breast augmentation surgery and is happy to live her life as a full-time trans woman but has no interest in gender reassignment. She is now co-partner in Wendy’s theatrical management agency. She’s had a steady boyfriend for a while but she prefers the single life. She and Wendy still occasionally lock the door to the office and become amorous with each other.

Once a year she meets Tony Carlotta at the Bocca di Lupo restaurant just for old times sake.

The End.