It's a pilsner, with a semi-cloudy tea color that's reminiscent of a British beer; it's flowery and full bodied at the same time, almost juicy. After ...he hot walk into town, cold piss would have been welcome, but that beer was heaven captured in a bottle.The bar we were in was very narrow and long, and hot. Air conditioning was not widespread in those days. I can't remember the bar's name, but it's not there anymore anyway. We were there in the 90's and it's long gone. The bar consisted of a. "Ugh... Shit..." You groan to no one, holding your throbbing head. Your vision is blurry, and you can hear your own rapid heartbeat. You try looking around, and can make out the fact that you're still inside your car. As your vision clears up, you see a lot of broken glass inside the car, and on you. You also see a little bit of blood on your black leather jacket and grey jeans. You look through your busted window in front of you, and nothing but smoke from the engine and a telephone pole meets. I did as I was told and, indeed, the purchase went without a hitch. Ifelt an excessive pride in my little achievement!We continued practicing my feminine skills for another few hours untilit was time to set off for the club. This time we went by bus and,perversely, Annie insisted that I travel en-femme although she knew fullwell that once at the club I would have to change back into male mode. Iwasn't yet ready to perform as a woman.My second night as a performer went, if anything, even better. He repositions me and begins to lick my feet and toes I squeal as he rubs my feet. Putting more oil on his hands, he strokes my legs. Up and down with long, slow strokes until he nudges my legs further apart. His fingers dance along my inner thighs and touch barely my bald pussy.My breathing is heavy as his fingers play with my clit. I raise my head, nod and smile to let him know that he must not stop. I lower my head and close my eyes, his hand grabs one breast and begins to twist my nipple. I.