She knew, KNEW, that she should not feel so bad. All that had happenedwas that she had met the guy that had used her as a sexual experiment, Itwas his...problem, not hers.Then why am I hiding in my bed hugging a pillow to my chest?Kelly's mind drifted back to the first job she had as a woman. NO NO NONO, she silently screamed at herself. But, her abused brain whirled,trapped in a loop. She could not stop the terrible memory.* * *Kelly defiantly stalked into Wrigley Field Bar and Grill to apply. Mistress Jen thought it was a goodidea too.At first, it was embarrassing to wear women's clothes. But somehow, youget used to them. Maybe it is the female hormones they put me on? Ormaybe, I really have no choice in the matter? Keep in mind that I haveno money or a place to go. I am virtually Jen and Courtney's property. I didn't want it to be this way?but remember that contract I signed.A typical day for me starts at about 7:00 a.m. I no longer have toshave because of the hormones and. We had woken up at my place, after a long night of intense, rough sex. Even though he had called me a bunch of names before he left, I was still glad I had gotten to ride his huge cock one more time the night before. I started working at another strip club across town the following week. The building wasn’t nearly as nice and the area of town wasn’t the best, but the owner hired me, even though he knew my reputation. Lou, the owner of the club, actually set up a private room for me to do all. She turned to see who had spoken in her direction. Her eyes were deep and gorgeous. It was the moment of truth. As soon as she saw me a huge smile washed across her face, and it was like funk and salvation had been shot into my soul seeing her smile at me like that. “Oh my god!” She lunges forward throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me. Her body was pressed against mine and it felt awful nice. “I haven’t seen you in years,” she said as she drew away from me, still with that beautiful.