The room was enveloped in the sounds of flesh slapping and proceeding grunt that she made with each thrust.I think that was the result that she wanted... because she loosened her bite on my finger and began sucking on it.I pulled my hand away.Suddenly, I grabbed her in a chin-lock from behind and pulled her body upright. I spoke in her ear in an aggressive tone, “If you want to play rough, I can play rough.”I was still hammering her pussy as hard as I could. I stopped every minute or so and would. ”Back down at the side of the stage, the stage crew were making the last minute adjustments to the Dyvinyls setup; they were waiting there in the wings.“Get out there and kill them!” I said to Chrissy and Mark. “But not too good, I don’t want you to make our job too tough following you!”“Hah! No chance of that,” Mark said. “You always slay the crowd. If anyone should be worried, it’s the guys in Chisel!”“Catch you after your set, Will,” Chrissy said, kissing my on the cheeks.I snuck a quick. It came down my thighs just barely enough to cover my ass and pussy and clung to my body. The lower half was made of satin while the top was mostly sheer fishnet with a little less sheer lace over my nipples leaving little to the imagination about my cleavage. It was held up over my breasts by a small stretchable strap that went around my neck and left a good amount of my back exposed. I wore a pair of brown boots with it that had a small hidden pocket in it for my ID, Debit Card, house key,. " Thank you, Stanley."Steven was acting like a mother sending her daughter off to the prom,insisting on taking pictures of us. He made sure I had my purse, gave meone last inspection, and sent us on our way. Stanley offered me his arm,and we walked outside.And with that, I walked out of Steven's familiar little salon and intothe world, dressed head to toe as a female. My hair was long, curled andunmistakably feminine. With each step, my dress swished about my nylonedthighs. Glossy red.