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…