The tickets lie on the table in front of us, almost seeking new owners. Somebody to appreciate them more than us. We seemed rather entertained already... I wanted to get you dressed up. I know it seems odd, but a woman who preened and manicured to present herself for a date is more beautiful for the effort. The skater dress was nice touch. I saw it online and sent it to you knowing you would think, sure, whatever, I'll wear it if he wants me to. But the lines looked great, and hugged you. I was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts with a sexy black thong panty underneath. And I felt very sexy being near such a big, strong hunk. He had a way of looking at me like he could see through my nature and tell I was really a feminine dollboy who liked men with big cocks to please and enjoyed spending days at a time in drag for a man. Whatever it was, I felt some kind of attraction from him that can only be compared to magnets.While he vacuumed the bottom of the pool, he talked to me and we. As a number of us squirmed around playing pocket pool, the clerk decided to say if we were there for the arcade we could just go on in. That saved me $8—a good start.I wandered around the booths a bit and noticed some promising possibilities. My usual come-on trick is to go into one of the larger booths while leaving the door open. I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed the movie.Having. I didn’t quite have a six pack, but Lissa did. Not the gross bodybuilder kind, but the kind that was so flat and firm that you could see her muscles ripple beneath her skin. I knew from playing racquetball that she was graceful, but as a nude model in front of our class, she was like a panther stalking and then freezing with her muscles quivering, ready to pounce.Yeah, I acted all professional and everything, but as soon as class was over and she stepped behind the curtain, I looked at what I’d.