I am living a dream that haslurked beneath my consciousness for all of the months that I have beenremolding my flesh into the contour of a lithe young...woman. I am a whore.I will be paid for my beauty and my sexual prowess. And I am glad. I flashmy eyes and waggle my mini-skirted butt into the glare of the traffic. Joselurks in the shadows.The cars drive by in a choppy river of light and noise. I stare into theheadlights and their glare makes my eyes halo and water. I try not to squintor. Friends from before college were not friends with her now.And there was an undercurrent of distrust of men in general, I assumed because so many times it was only her body they were after. But keeping her guard up against boys with bad intentions made her an often lonely girl.The exception to the pattern was the guy she'd called a 'summer romance, ' who I'd learned lived in Atlanta. I could tell by how she blushed when talking about him that they had been lovers. But more than that, it was. “JJ and I are bisexual,” Jenny announced, much to our surprise. “We’d never make anyone do anything they were uncomfortable with, but we wanted to be honest.”“Me too,” Megan said through an excited smile, before looking to me.Suddenly all eyes were on me and I felt a lump of nervousness in my throat.“Look, I’m a pretty open and transparent guy,” I said clearly. “Let’s see where this goes.”“That’s completely fair,” JJ said reassuringly. “All we want is everyone to have an amazing time.”With. "Oh I'm ready! Get your sweet ass out here" he yelled back.The song that came on was the old tune "You Sexy Thing" by the band HotChocolate.I strutted out into the living room in time with the music to find Devsitting back naked on the couch, his gorgeous semi erect black cock snakedacross his thigh. I saw it twitch as I made my first little dance moves."Oh yeah, girl!" He encouraged me. "Bring it baby, bring it!"It's almost impossible to describe how I felt as I danced for him. It waslike I.