Kevin was the dark horseof the group. He had a big thing for male to female transsexuals. Anattribute he kept hidden from us. He had not found the hap...iness heobserved in me and that bothered him.During this outpouring of dissension, a tipsy Kevin came up with thestart of a plan. They were watching the television above the bar when atranssexual woman was being interviewed regarding discrimination she hadencountered. The lads all stopped to watch and Kevin said. "Imagine ourSteve in her. I was almost seven months pregnant and very obviously pregnant when Sam Gillardi called me at the office. Sam was one of the customers that I had fucked not long after learning that I was pregnant.Gillardi had a proposal for me. He was responsible for finding a whore for a stag party for one of his amigos.He said there would be about fifty guys and the gig paid a thousand bucks. He said he liked the way I fucked and I could have first crack at the job. He though fucking a pregnant broad would. “This will do fine.” I took a quick shower, washed and dried my hair and crawled into bed. I let my mind wander, doing what it does best...problem solving. Cassiopeia Franklin was the subject of my thoughts. Why did she want to learn how to be a whore? A sex worker? What secrets were hidden behind those gray eyes? I made a mental shopping list of supplies I’d need for my periods of instruction and then closed my eyes and slept. Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in. ’ ‘That’s right. A Christmas gift from my friend Aileen. She said that you’d remember her.’ Gianna continued smiling, ‘I never ever forget a client. We take great pride in our work here. Yes, I remember Aileen. Such a lovely woman. Amazing husband too.’ ‘I’d have to agree.’ ‘Why don’t I give you a tour of our facilities?’ Gianna asked. ‘We can talk and get to know each other better. That way, we can find out exactly what your needs are. Okay?’ The sultry Italian accent in Gianna’s voice had.