So I guess I’ll keep to that storyline and hope for the best. I have to hurry anyway. My shift starts in forty minutes, and it’s almost that long...a drive to get there. My shift. Fuck. It’s been six weeks since my last session as a recording engineer. Or, if you’d rather, since my brief turn as a producer. In that time I’ve looked for other gigs without a lot of success. It’s a tough town to be an unemployed engineer in, and I’d bet your sexual organs that Bennie is giving me less than. Her hips bounce on the chair, sliding over the hard wooden surface as her juices smear beneath her. A puddle is forming in the well of the chair.I glance up. Her head is thrown back, her nipples are rock hard, pointing towards the sky as she lies back in the chair. Her hand gripping my hair as she pulls me deeper into her, her thighs clamped around my head. As her clit throbs in my mouth and my fingers move in and out of her, I can feel it coming.I can feel the muscles rippling, sucking my. ‘I don’t want any trouble’ I said ‘no trouble, just wanted to chat and get to know you’‘I’m fine, really, thanks anyway’ I said‘I must say you look quite hot and I have a thing for trannies’‘Trannies’ I huffed, almost indignantly, Great, I thought and the ‘thing he had for trannies’ appeared to be growing too…..judging by the bulge in his jeans.‘Jess likes you too it seems’ he added, which was true as his dog was sat at my feet, looking up, looking cute. Ok, I thought, what harm …………….Although’. But beyond some mild flirting and a few kisses now and then, that was as far as it went. But things changed at the New Year party we went to. It was a two-tier affair – dinner for a dozen or so and then open-house afterwards. By ten o’clock the party was in full swing. Another thirty or so guests had arrived, the disco was getting louder with every song and there was a constantly changing crowd around the bar. Sarah had drifted off somewhere leaving me to chat to friends and keep an eye on what.