"Not exactly," I hadn't heard this one. "Trust me, you're not the only one man I've ever worked on. I've seenthem all, crossdresser, drag queens, tran...sexuals and guys like you whoneed to pay up or are buying things for their sister or mom. My name isElena or you can call me Miss Elaine." Monica had already headed over tothe wig section, eyeing several styles. Rhonda and Miss Elaine wereheading me over to a small sectioned off room, off the main room. Miss Elaine had me take off my shirt and. I went back into the house through the back door and into the bathroom, spooling toilet paper to wipe away any obvious signs of my recent pounding. I looked at myself in the mirror. I forgot my purse back at the couch so I couldn't fix my makeup. My eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged, my hair was a mess after the fucking I took. I did the best I could, wiping the black eyeliner and eye shadow away with my fingers and running my fingers through my hair to make it presentable. It was no use. I. She asked me how I was feeling. I said ” Geeta u were right, your massage is amazing!! but won’t your husband get angry if he finds out that you are massaging other guys?” Hearing this she suddenly looked sad and told me that her husband had left her 6 years ago, and she had to work to take care of her kids all by herself. I felt bad for her and said sorry. She said ” Surya, please don’t say sorry. I’m glad I work at your place, your family has helped me so much and I’m grateful for it!” Saying. I love ya.” “Love you too.”With that, she walks out and I head back into the bar. A seat’s still open next to that cute girl with the short hair. I walk over. “Is someone sitting here?” I ask. She turns to me and her face lights up in surprise. “Kai?” she asks with a familiar voice. “Yeah… Do I know you?” She looks familiar, but I definitely would remember meeting a girl like her. “Well, it’s a little complicated… But you look good… Really good,” she says as her eyes travel up and down my body..