Would you care to join me this evening?" Selina took one look at this picture of male perfection, and replied, "If you would like my services, I woul... be honored to join you, sir. Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go?" "Yes indeed, my dear. I will bring you to my mansion to be wined and dined. Alfred, if you please..." Alfred got out of the driver's seat, walked to the other side of the limo and opened the door for Selina. Placing her satchel on the floor, Selina elegantly slid. "Let me make you a deal," the manager said, giving my body a once over. "I'll let you stay tonight, but I expect you to clean up your own room. There's a dumpster behind the motel for your trash. Around noon, I'll pay you a visit. If you're still there and you want another night's stay, you can pay me with your body. If you aren't there, I'll figure that you've left, and that first night is my gift to you."I shook my head. I might be reduced to a whore, but I'm not going to let the client name. As soon as I draped it over my quivering body, the fix was in and I was hooked. From slips I progressed to panties, bras, hose, girdles, and so forth right up the apparel chain to where I was today, that is, a completely attired and fashionable cross dresser known only to himself and a sympathetic lady who ran a transformation salon in the downtown south of Market Street. Although I wanted to come out of the closet, my fear of exposure kept me in. I fervently hoped it was not a life. Without demand or command one leg moves to invite and encourage the attentions of any or all of the digits caressing my sensitive flesh. Cool air penetrates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the crotch of my panties. Oh how I regret not wearing a pair of fashion panties instead of comfortable cottons. The fingers are now impatient, pressing the taut fabric into my inflated.