This night I noticed this stunning clerk at the store, red hair, over 6ft tall..curvy, and sexy..I could also tell she was a transsexual, but I didn't...care, I put my items down and said hello..."hi Sweety" she said in a soft feminine voice..I was so turned on, and then my meat head friends started joking about her calling me sweety and mocking her and calling her "faggot"..I was so pissed and embarrassed, but didn't speak up on her behalf, I just left with my stuff, after we left the store, I. This time Steve did better, and she swallowed it all. It was more than a sip. Even more than a shot.“Ok, that’s...” Another drink. She pushed the bottle away, “I’m good!”She hadn’t even noticed that Tim had pulled over. She was too busy trying to deal with the two sets of hands now patting her down, the pretext of drying her off.“Let us help you with that.”The blouse was soaked in tequila and probably trashed but there was still hope for the jacket, so she allowed them to remove it. At this. In appreciation she then got up to give him a friendly little kiss on the cheek but was shocked when he turned his face suddenly and ended up with his lips attached to hers. He slipped his arm around her waist and it lingered on for a full minute.She didn’t get angry with him because it felt rather nice, and she was beginning to get a warm feeling all over. Unlike the jocks she been out with who tried to display their masculinity by crushing her lips so hard it loosened her teeth, George was. " "Well, I'm glad you like. I see you had the same idea. Might I say yummy?" I had forgotten how I was dressed. "Yeah. Well, I figured that you worked so hard on stage to please me that I should repay the curtsey." "Okay. You first," she said to me. I knew it was going to be embarrassing, but didn't care. I went over to the boom box she had and found her newest CD setting next to it. I put it in, and pressed play. "I'm a Slave 4 You" started, and with it, I started to do my best belly dancer.