Gender Dysphoria: How it Feels to Live a Lie
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Adult ++
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24
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4,459
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70
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Chapter 2
(From last chapter- “gatekeeper” is any professional who takes care of all medical needs surrounding the given transitioning girl.
I mentioned that Gwen takes a special blend of estrogen with a small dosage of testosterone. It’s been reported that some t-girls have complained about not having enough energy, motivation, stamina, and libido once starting their estrogen. Taking a very small dose of testosterone with the estrogen, helps to maintain a high energy level.)
Admirer: someone who is sexually attracted to transgendered people.
Juice cocktail: slang term for taking hormones
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/the_competition
Chapter II
Saturday morning finally came and I was immediately awakened by a firm slap to my ass and someone yelling, “Wakey, wakey, sleepy-head!”
Groaning, I glanced at my alarm to clock to check the time. “It’s 9:00 in the morning, Savannah.” I murmured, digging myself further into the comforter.
“I know! The sun is shinning bright, the sky is as clear as ocean water, and the early morning air is crisp and fresh! Unpolluted from the smog that forms during the day’s events!” I felt the comforter get snatched from around my body and the sudden feel of unwanted cool air grace my skin. I curled into a ball. “Come on, you. Let’s go have a girl’s day out.”
“Savannahhhhhhh!” I whined. “I’m sleepy.”
Savannah jumped on the bed and straddled me. “You’re always sleepy, Gwendolyn Pillman.” She started shaking my shoulder. “Now get your ass up. We’re getting manicures today and I don’t want to have to be on a waiting list because we got to the salon too late.”
“Okay. Okay! Just stop shaking me.” I looked up and saw my friend grinning widely down at me. Savannah Maverick was my neighbor and closest confidant since moving to Las Vegas. At 22, she’s a T-girl like me. But also like me, you’d never know it. She has long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and these cute little dimples when she smiles. All of which are opposites of my dark, shorter hair, gray eyes, and slender face.
Savannah doesn’t want an SRS. Says she’s perfectly content where she is. “I feel I’ve achieved my goal. I became a woman. I don’t think I need to go all the way. Besides, I’m scared of doctors.” She said to me once when we’d first met.
Savannah hopped off me and walked into my kitchen. “Good. Hurry up and get dressed, sweet-cheeks.”
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Sin City Nails was the place we walked into once we arrived in Las Vegas a short 30 minutes later. It was a large establishment, filled with some of Vegas’ best manicurists. Even a few celebrities had been spotted walking inside the place. Decorated with white walls, large scenic pictures, tall plants placed in the corners, and rows of manicure stations, it carried a rather average looking interior. And Savannah and I went at least once a week.
Dressed in my favorite fitted white with black stripe track suit and a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, I sat at a station next to my friend’s and held out my hands.
“I’ve got us a full day planned out together.” Savannah said as she watched the girl with honey highlights shape her nails with a file.
Watching the young girl with ebony tresses do my own nails, I responded, “Oh really? What, pray tell, do you have planned?”
I saw the blonde smile. “Well, after we’re done here, we’re going shopping. I saw this sleek, sexy black dress in a boutique that you need to have.”
I looked at her skeptically. “And how much was this sleek, sexy black dress? You know I’m broke, Savannah.”
“Oh it’s not that expensive, Gwen. And I wouldn’t be telling you about this dress if I didn’t intend to buy it for you.”
“You’re gonna buy it for me?” Savannah nodded smiling, dimples showing. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Nonsense. I want to. We’re friends, right? Friends do things for each other.” She looked back down at the girl and watched her begin to perform the French manicure. I was getting the same thing, but my nails were going to be short, not long like Savannah likes hers. “So, I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Okay. Okay. You can buy me the dress. So what else do you have planned?”
“After we go shopping, we’ll head back to my place, and watch Lifetime’s Golden Girls marathon that’s supposed to come on today—“
“Ooooo. A marathon?” I said now excited. I LOVE the Golden Girls. Rose and Sophia are my favorite characters……Did I just lose a few ‘cool points’ with you guys?
“Yep. It starts at 2:00, so we have to make sure we’re back in time to catch it. Then, when that’s over, it will be time to head back to Vegas for some ‘live entertainment’.”
“Define ‘live entertainment’.” I asked as I glanced over my finished nails, checking them over, while the girl was buffing my other hand to give them a pretty gloss.
“Cowboys, fireman, policeman, MEN, Gwen. M. E. N. We’re going to see the Chippendales tonight at 8:30.”
“Really? I’ve never seen the Chippendales before.”
“Well, you are going to tonight. We’ll put on our sexy dresses and go have some fun. What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
**********
~~
Thank you for being a friend,
travel down the road and back again.
Your heart is true,
you’re a pal and a confidaaaaant…..
And if you threw a party,
invited everyone you knew.
You would see the biggest gift would be from me,
and the card attached would say, Thank you for being a frieeeend…..
~~
“Savannah, hurry up with the ice-cream! The show’s starting!” I sat in her tv room that looked similar to mine, my shoes propped up on her coffee table.
“I’m going as fast as I can! I’d be done a lot faster if you didn’t like so much damn chocolate syrup on yours. I mean really, it’s Bunny Tracks ice-cream. Its’ already got chocolate in it.” She walked around to the couch I was relaxing on and sat next to me, handing me my bowl.
I moaned softly as I gently sucked the chocolate syrup off my spoon. “Not enough. I adore chocolate.”
We sat quietly together and watched the last episode of the Golden Girls marathon. It was 6:30 when Savannah finally got up with our bowls to dump them in the sink. “I’m going to go have a juice cocktail, then I’m going to get changed for tonight.”
I got up and stretched. My muscles were tense and my joints popped like kennel corn. I didn’t realize until then how long we sat watching those reruns. “I’m gonna go too. Need to shower and get changed. I’ll be back over by 7:30 so we can go, alright? So don’t be late.”
Savannah laughed at me. “Look who’s talking. You’re later than I be.”
“Oh shut up.” I laughed as I made my way out her apartment and across the hallway to mine. I was startled for a moment when I saw someone standing by my door. It was Carlos, but he didn’t look too happy. “Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” I kissed him on the cheek before I pulled out the key to my apartment and opened the door.
“I came here to check on you, because I called your place over a thousand times today and didn’t get an answer.”
Carlos followed me inside and I walked into the kitchen to grab a soda from the refrigerator. “I was hanging out at Savannah’s.” I sipped.
“All day?” The way he stood looking at me and the tone of his voice sounded like he didn’t believe a word I had just said.
I put my can back down and looked back at him unfazed. “All day. You think I’m lying, Carlos?”
He was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking. He shouldn’t be thinking about it. There should be no reason why he needs to think twice about that answer. “Do you think I’m cheating on you, or something? Cause I’m not.”
He shrugged. “Your words, not mine.”
“What the fuck does that suppose to mean? ‘Your words, not mine’?”
“It means you are the one who released the idea that there might be cheating going on around here. You put that thought into the air, Gwen--”
“That’s because you think I have!!” I was really pissed at him then. “I’ve told you before, I’ve…..You know what, just get out.”
“What? Why?”
“Out, Carlos. I need to get ready for tonight and I don’t want to be late.” I started to walk away to my bedroom.
“What do you mean ‘get ready for tonight’? Gwen!”
“Goodnight, Carlos!” I shut my bedroom door. Waiting til I heard the sound of the front door open and close, I started to get ready. More eager now for the long night of buff, hot Chippendales.
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER…
I heard the sound of a knock, then someone pushing open my front door. “Gwen?!”
“I’m in my room, Savannah!” We exchanged keys a couple months ago, if you’re wondering how she got in.
My blonde friend stood in the bedroom doorframe wearing a strapless, form-fitting, burgundy-red dress that stopped a considerable number of inches above her knees, chandelier earrings, necklace, and 6 inch stilettos. I have no idea how she can pull off 6 inches. Her balance is better than mine, I guess. “See? Didn’t I tell you? I knew your ass wouldn’t be ready in time.” She smiled.
“I’m almost done.” I sat on the edge of my bed wearing the black halter dress (it was form-fitting on top, but the skirt was loose and pleated, stopping just above my knees) Savannah showed me in Vegas, gold hoop earrings, and gold stilettos with a 4inch pencil heel I was currently sliding my feet into. “Carlos came by and made me late getting ready.”
I watched Savannah grin at me. “Reeeeally? Carlos stopped by to give you some hot, Brazilian, lovin’?”
“No.” I got up to grab my black sequins clutch purse. “He stopped by to give me some hot, Brazilian, grief.”
She frowned. “Dish.”
Together, we left my apartment and made our way to her car. “He couldn’t get in touch with me today, so he automatically thought I was cheating on him.”
“That’s foolish. You were with me all day.”
“I know. That’s what I told him. He seems to think that if I’m not out and about with him, then that means I’m at home doing nothing. I’m eighteen, damn it. I’m going to have SOME kind of life, right?”
“Right.”
“And if I want to hang out with my friend all day, I’m gonna do it, right?”
“Absolutely.” We both hopped in Savannah’s silver Honda Accord. “Especially if that friend is me.” She smiled and turned on the ignition.
**********
~~
It’s raining men!
Hallelujah, it’s raining men! Amen!
Tall, blonde, dark, and lean!
Rough, and tough, and strong, and meeeaaan!
It’s raining men!.....
~~
Savannah and I made it to the MGM Grand hotel and found seats midway to the front of the stage. The large, dark room was filled with horny, screaming women, yelling, whistling, and howling to the top of their lungs at the men on stage.
Dressed in black suits, black suspenders, and a black fedora hat, they did a quick group routine, before they gave the ladies what they wanted to see. Removing their jackets and shirts, the Chippendales literally ripped their pants off, revealing shinny spandex hot pants.
Women. Went. Nuts.
So did I. I blew whistles with my fingers, while Savannah stood up yelling, “Shake that ass, baby!” and other things you don’t really need to hear. The hotel had passed around glass after glass of champagne, not bothering to card anybody. I look older than what I am, so no one looked twice at me. Anyway, Savannah and I were drunk as hell.
By the time my wasted friend sat back down, the Chippendales came off the stage and spread out. I saw one muscular red-head with milky white skin pull an older women in her mid forties out her chair, wrapped his arm around her waist, and grinded his groin into her in a provocative dance. Other women around her were rubbing their hands up and down his strong back and gripped his ass, while she ran her fingers through his hair. One woman was sandwiched between two men. The one in front of her was a man with dark skin as smooth Hershey’s chocolate syrup and a bald head, and the other was a sexy Italian with olive tones. That woman was in heaven and you could tell it on her face.
Focusing my attention on them, I didn’t notice two were coming our way. A strong black man with a bit lighter skin, came to me. Gripping the back of my chair on both sides of my face, he leaned his body in close to mine and rolled his hips against me, much like the simulation of sex. I couldn’t help my drunken self. I ran my hands down his sculpted chest, then reached around and grabbed his rock hard ass. He seemed to like that cause I saw him smile down at me. I started to laugh. I was having a blast.
Though it seemed that Savannah was having a bit more fun than all the ladies here. Her raven-haired Adonis was doing much the same to her as mine was doing to me, but there was something extra going on. She bit her lip hungrily as she caressed her hands over his shoulders, down his pecs, to pinch his nipples. Her man’s eyes were past the look of playful and flirtatious, they were filled with desire and lust. I glanced lower and saw the man was getting hard.
“That’s it, baby.” I heard Savannah say to him. “Work those hips for me.” She pulled a little on his nipples and I heard a mild groan come out his mouth. “Make me beg for it.”
“Oh I will. I’ll make you beg long and hard for it.” The man said back to her. “I get off at 10:30. Come see me.” After that both he and my Chippendale moved on to other women.
I stared flabbergasted at Savannah. She noticed my staring and couldn’t help but smile while drinking her champagne. “You hoe.” I was smiling back.
Savannah winked at me. “Come on lets catch the 9:30 Cirque Soleil down the street.”
As we walked the few blocks to The Belasio hotel, the restrain not to mention what happened at the MGM Grand overcame me and I had to ask, “What happened back there?”
Savannah placed a hand over her chest. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Don’t even give me that bullshit. You and that Chippendale were two steps from having public sex with each other.”
“We were, weren’t we?” She asked with a proud smirk on her face. She didn’t say anymore.
“So?!”
“What?”
“Savannah. Are you going to meet up with him?”
Savannah shrugged. “I don’t know. You think I should?”
“I think you’re gonna do what you want. My opinion doesn’t matter.”
Savannah looked up for a moment, thinking. “Hmmm. I think I will.”
I smiled. “Didn’t take you long to think about it.”
“Hell no, it didn’t! Did you see that man’s body?! I’m not passing up on that!”
I laughed at her. But then I thought about something and stopped, stopping her as well. “What if you two get caught up in the moment and head to the bedroom? Are you going to tell him your T?”
“Nope.” She responded simply.
“No? If you two have sex, he may see something he doesn’t think he should be seeing. Not every man is an admirer, you know.”
“So then why haven’t you told Carlos, Gwen?”
I was stumped. “I…..I’m just….nervous. This guy may not be as easy to deceive. That’s a big risk. I don’t---”
To shut me up, Savannah wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my cheek. “You’re worrying, Gwen. What have I told you about that? Honestly, I don’t think you’ve been hanging around me enough. Life is all about taking chances. You know that’s true, because look at you. Look at what you are today compared to what you were when you were born. If you don’t take risks, you will miss out on experiencing life. That’s why I don’t care about telling my men what my T is. And if they find out they, find out. Some don’t care, some thought it was sexy, and some said they were through with me. I took a risk, that’s all that matters. Be daring while you’re young, Gwen. So when you get older, you can say you had a full life.”
*sigh* “Okay.” *I just hope being daring and risk-taking doesn’t get neither of us hurt in the end.*
“Good. Now, lets go.”
***********
After spending another hour at the Belasio, Savannah and I walked back to the MGM Grand, where she gave me the keys to her car and met up with the hot Chippendale. I wasn’t so sure at first about leaving her alone with a total stranger, but she reminded me about worrying too much and shoved me into her car. “Ian volunteered to take me home, no need to fret, Gwenie-poo.” She leaned in close to the driver’s seat window and whispered to me. “With my luck, maybe he’ll volunteer to invite himself in the apartment.” With a wink, Savannah walked away, joining arms with Ian.
Come to find out, I wasn’t as smashed as I thought I was. I could follow the lines on the road pretty good, so I thought I was capable of driving. Flipping through the radio stations, I stopped at one song, “This Will Be (Everlasting Love)” by Natalie Cole. Since I was in the car by myself, I decided to sing the lyrics out loud. Normally, I’d be so shy about singing, I wouldn’t even do it alone, but I was feeling somewhat “woosey”, so my confidence level was pretty damn high. I turned the radio all the way up and sang along.
“—Loving you is some kind of wonderful
Because you show me just how much you care
You’ve given me the thrill of a lifetime
And made me believe you’ve got more thrills to spare, oh
This will be an everlasting love, oh yes it will now
You’ve brought a lot of sunshine into my life
You’ve filled me with happiness I never knew
You gave me more joy than I ever dreamed of
And no one, no one can take the place of you, ooh
This will be, you and me, yes-sir-ee, eternally
Hugging and squeezing and kissing and pleasing
Together, forever, through rain or whatever
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, you and me—“
I had pulled up to a red light and there I started to dance in my seat.
“—So long as I’m living, true love I’ll be giving
To you I’ll be serving cuz you’re so deserving
Hey, you’re so deserving, you’re so deserving
Yeh, yeh, yeh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
From now on, from now on, yeh
From now on, from now on, yeh—“
My dancing led me to turn my head towards the side window and I looked through it. I reaaallly shouldn’t have. I young guy driving a very nice red Range Rover, was staring back at me smiling. Could I have embarrassed myself any more than that? I quickly looked forward again, my hands over my mouth mortified. Geez, and he was cute too! I wouldn’t have minded too bad if it was an old man or something.
Curious, I took a small peak over my fingers to see if he was still laughing at me. The guy smiled again brightly and gave me two thumbs up for my drunken performance. Now officially humiliated, I slouched down in my chair. *Turn green. Turn green. Green, you stupid light!* The traffic light finally turned and I sped down the road before he could get a foot on his gas pedal good.
I made it home safely considering my speeding, parking the car in the front of the complex; where Savannah normally parks it.
Walking down the hall to my apartment, all I could think about was getting my tired ass to sleep. But once I was in view of apartment 42C, I noticed a man was sitting on the floor directly in front of it. “Carlos? Why are you sitting outside my door?”
Carlos slowly stood up from off the floor and grabbed my hand in his. “Eu sou pesaroso, bebê. I’m sorry, Gwen. Talk about overreacting. I jumped to conclusions. I know you’d never cheat on me.”
I smiled. “Damn right, I wouldn’t.” I grabbed his other hand and pulled him close to me. “I care about you, Carlos. I don’t like it when we fight.”
“I don’t either. What do you say we kiss and make-up?” As an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him. Not a friendly kiss or an I’ll be right back kiss. This was an ‘I just got out of prison after serving 20 years, and I’m horny as hell’ kiss. Carlos pressed me against my front door, him right alongside me. When we finally pulled away, he ran strong hands along my sides and gazed seductively into my own gray eyes. “You’re looking REAL good tonight, baby. I’m loving the dress.” He whispered in my ear. “How’s about letting me peel it off you?”
I pushed him away playfulluy.. “Goodnight, Carlos.”
I mentioned that Gwen takes a special blend of estrogen with a small dosage of testosterone. It’s been reported that some t-girls have complained about not having enough energy, motivation, stamina, and libido once starting their estrogen. Taking a very small dose of testosterone with the estrogen, helps to maintain a high energy level.)
Admirer: someone who is sexually attracted to transgendered people.
Juice cocktail: slang term for taking hormones
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/the_competition
Chapter II
Saturday morning finally came and I was immediately awakened by a firm slap to my ass and someone yelling, “Wakey, wakey, sleepy-head!”
Groaning, I glanced at my alarm to clock to check the time. “It’s 9:00 in the morning, Savannah.” I murmured, digging myself further into the comforter.
“I know! The sun is shinning bright, the sky is as clear as ocean water, and the early morning air is crisp and fresh! Unpolluted from the smog that forms during the day’s events!” I felt the comforter get snatched from around my body and the sudden feel of unwanted cool air grace my skin. I curled into a ball. “Come on, you. Let’s go have a girl’s day out.”
“Savannahhhhhhh!” I whined. “I’m sleepy.”
Savannah jumped on the bed and straddled me. “You’re always sleepy, Gwendolyn Pillman.” She started shaking my shoulder. “Now get your ass up. We’re getting manicures today and I don’t want to have to be on a waiting list because we got to the salon too late.”
“Okay. Okay! Just stop shaking me.” I looked up and saw my friend grinning widely down at me. Savannah Maverick was my neighbor and closest confidant since moving to Las Vegas. At 22, she’s a T-girl like me. But also like me, you’d never know it. She has long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and these cute little dimples when she smiles. All of which are opposites of my dark, shorter hair, gray eyes, and slender face.
Savannah doesn’t want an SRS. Says she’s perfectly content where she is. “I feel I’ve achieved my goal. I became a woman. I don’t think I need to go all the way. Besides, I’m scared of doctors.” She said to me once when we’d first met.
Savannah hopped off me and walked into my kitchen. “Good. Hurry up and get dressed, sweet-cheeks.”
************
Sin City Nails was the place we walked into once we arrived in Las Vegas a short 30 minutes later. It was a large establishment, filled with some of Vegas’ best manicurists. Even a few celebrities had been spotted walking inside the place. Decorated with white walls, large scenic pictures, tall plants placed in the corners, and rows of manicure stations, it carried a rather average looking interior. And Savannah and I went at least once a week.
Dressed in my favorite fitted white with black stripe track suit and a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, I sat at a station next to my friend’s and held out my hands.
“I’ve got us a full day planned out together.” Savannah said as she watched the girl with honey highlights shape her nails with a file.
Watching the young girl with ebony tresses do my own nails, I responded, “Oh really? What, pray tell, do you have planned?”
I saw the blonde smile. “Well, after we’re done here, we’re going shopping. I saw this sleek, sexy black dress in a boutique that you need to have.”
I looked at her skeptically. “And how much was this sleek, sexy black dress? You know I’m broke, Savannah.”
“Oh it’s not that expensive, Gwen. And I wouldn’t be telling you about this dress if I didn’t intend to buy it for you.”
“You’re gonna buy it for me?” Savannah nodded smiling, dimples showing. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Nonsense. I want to. We’re friends, right? Friends do things for each other.” She looked back down at the girl and watched her begin to perform the French manicure. I was getting the same thing, but my nails were going to be short, not long like Savannah likes hers. “So, I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Okay. Okay. You can buy me the dress. So what else do you have planned?”
“After we go shopping, we’ll head back to my place, and watch Lifetime’s Golden Girls marathon that’s supposed to come on today—“
“Ooooo. A marathon?” I said now excited. I LOVE the Golden Girls. Rose and Sophia are my favorite characters……Did I just lose a few ‘cool points’ with you guys?
“Yep. It starts at 2:00, so we have to make sure we’re back in time to catch it. Then, when that’s over, it will be time to head back to Vegas for some ‘live entertainment’.”
“Define ‘live entertainment’.” I asked as I glanced over my finished nails, checking them over, while the girl was buffing my other hand to give them a pretty gloss.
“Cowboys, fireman, policeman, MEN, Gwen. M. E. N. We’re going to see the Chippendales tonight at 8:30.”
“Really? I’ve never seen the Chippendales before.”
“Well, you are going to tonight. We’ll put on our sexy dresses and go have some fun. What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
**********
~~
Thank you for being a friend,
travel down the road and back again.
Your heart is true,
you’re a pal and a confidaaaaant…..
And if you threw a party,
invited everyone you knew.
You would see the biggest gift would be from me,
and the card attached would say, Thank you for being a frieeeend…..
~~
“Savannah, hurry up with the ice-cream! The show’s starting!” I sat in her tv room that looked similar to mine, my shoes propped up on her coffee table.
“I’m going as fast as I can! I’d be done a lot faster if you didn’t like so much damn chocolate syrup on yours. I mean really, it’s Bunny Tracks ice-cream. Its’ already got chocolate in it.” She walked around to the couch I was relaxing on and sat next to me, handing me my bowl.
I moaned softly as I gently sucked the chocolate syrup off my spoon. “Not enough. I adore chocolate.”
We sat quietly together and watched the last episode of the Golden Girls marathon. It was 6:30 when Savannah finally got up with our bowls to dump them in the sink. “I’m going to go have a juice cocktail, then I’m going to get changed for tonight.”
I got up and stretched. My muscles were tense and my joints popped like kennel corn. I didn’t realize until then how long we sat watching those reruns. “I’m gonna go too. Need to shower and get changed. I’ll be back over by 7:30 so we can go, alright? So don’t be late.”
Savannah laughed at me. “Look who’s talking. You’re later than I be.”
“Oh shut up.” I laughed as I made my way out her apartment and across the hallway to mine. I was startled for a moment when I saw someone standing by my door. It was Carlos, but he didn’t look too happy. “Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” I kissed him on the cheek before I pulled out the key to my apartment and opened the door.
“I came here to check on you, because I called your place over a thousand times today and didn’t get an answer.”
Carlos followed me inside and I walked into the kitchen to grab a soda from the refrigerator. “I was hanging out at Savannah’s.” I sipped.
“All day?” The way he stood looking at me and the tone of his voice sounded like he didn’t believe a word I had just said.
I put my can back down and looked back at him unfazed. “All day. You think I’m lying, Carlos?”
He was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking. He shouldn’t be thinking about it. There should be no reason why he needs to think twice about that answer. “Do you think I’m cheating on you, or something? Cause I’m not.”
He shrugged. “Your words, not mine.”
“What the fuck does that suppose to mean? ‘Your words, not mine’?”
“It means you are the one who released the idea that there might be cheating going on around here. You put that thought into the air, Gwen--”
“That’s because you think I have!!” I was really pissed at him then. “I’ve told you before, I’ve…..You know what, just get out.”
“What? Why?”
“Out, Carlos. I need to get ready for tonight and I don’t want to be late.” I started to walk away to my bedroom.
“What do you mean ‘get ready for tonight’? Gwen!”
“Goodnight, Carlos!” I shut my bedroom door. Waiting til I heard the sound of the front door open and close, I started to get ready. More eager now for the long night of buff, hot Chippendales.
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER…
I heard the sound of a knock, then someone pushing open my front door. “Gwen?!”
“I’m in my room, Savannah!” We exchanged keys a couple months ago, if you’re wondering how she got in.
My blonde friend stood in the bedroom doorframe wearing a strapless, form-fitting, burgundy-red dress that stopped a considerable number of inches above her knees, chandelier earrings, necklace, and 6 inch stilettos. I have no idea how she can pull off 6 inches. Her balance is better than mine, I guess. “See? Didn’t I tell you? I knew your ass wouldn’t be ready in time.” She smiled.
“I’m almost done.” I sat on the edge of my bed wearing the black halter dress (it was form-fitting on top, but the skirt was loose and pleated, stopping just above my knees) Savannah showed me in Vegas, gold hoop earrings, and gold stilettos with a 4inch pencil heel I was currently sliding my feet into. “Carlos came by and made me late getting ready.”
I watched Savannah grin at me. “Reeeeally? Carlos stopped by to give you some hot, Brazilian, lovin’?”
“No.” I got up to grab my black sequins clutch purse. “He stopped by to give me some hot, Brazilian, grief.”
She frowned. “Dish.”
Together, we left my apartment and made our way to her car. “He couldn’t get in touch with me today, so he automatically thought I was cheating on him.”
“That’s foolish. You were with me all day.”
“I know. That’s what I told him. He seems to think that if I’m not out and about with him, then that means I’m at home doing nothing. I’m eighteen, damn it. I’m going to have SOME kind of life, right?”
“Right.”
“And if I want to hang out with my friend all day, I’m gonna do it, right?”
“Absolutely.” We both hopped in Savannah’s silver Honda Accord. “Especially if that friend is me.” She smiled and turned on the ignition.
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It’s raining men!
Hallelujah, it’s raining men! Amen!
Tall, blonde, dark, and lean!
Rough, and tough, and strong, and meeeaaan!
It’s raining men!.....
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Savannah and I made it to the MGM Grand hotel and found seats midway to the front of the stage. The large, dark room was filled with horny, screaming women, yelling, whistling, and howling to the top of their lungs at the men on stage.
Dressed in black suits, black suspenders, and a black fedora hat, they did a quick group routine, before they gave the ladies what they wanted to see. Removing their jackets and shirts, the Chippendales literally ripped their pants off, revealing shinny spandex hot pants.
Women. Went. Nuts.
So did I. I blew whistles with my fingers, while Savannah stood up yelling, “Shake that ass, baby!” and other things you don’t really need to hear. The hotel had passed around glass after glass of champagne, not bothering to card anybody. I look older than what I am, so no one looked twice at me. Anyway, Savannah and I were drunk as hell.
By the time my wasted friend sat back down, the Chippendales came off the stage and spread out. I saw one muscular red-head with milky white skin pull an older women in her mid forties out her chair, wrapped his arm around her waist, and grinded his groin into her in a provocative dance. Other women around her were rubbing their hands up and down his strong back and gripped his ass, while she ran her fingers through his hair. One woman was sandwiched between two men. The one in front of her was a man with dark skin as smooth Hershey’s chocolate syrup and a bald head, and the other was a sexy Italian with olive tones. That woman was in heaven and you could tell it on her face.
Focusing my attention on them, I didn’t notice two were coming our way. A strong black man with a bit lighter skin, came to me. Gripping the back of my chair on both sides of my face, he leaned his body in close to mine and rolled his hips against me, much like the simulation of sex. I couldn’t help my drunken self. I ran my hands down his sculpted chest, then reached around and grabbed his rock hard ass. He seemed to like that cause I saw him smile down at me. I started to laugh. I was having a blast.
Though it seemed that Savannah was having a bit more fun than all the ladies here. Her raven-haired Adonis was doing much the same to her as mine was doing to me, but there was something extra going on. She bit her lip hungrily as she caressed her hands over his shoulders, down his pecs, to pinch his nipples. Her man’s eyes were past the look of playful and flirtatious, they were filled with desire and lust. I glanced lower and saw the man was getting hard.
“That’s it, baby.” I heard Savannah say to him. “Work those hips for me.” She pulled a little on his nipples and I heard a mild groan come out his mouth. “Make me beg for it.”
“Oh I will. I’ll make you beg long and hard for it.” The man said back to her. “I get off at 10:30. Come see me.” After that both he and my Chippendale moved on to other women.
I stared flabbergasted at Savannah. She noticed my staring and couldn’t help but smile while drinking her champagne. “You hoe.” I was smiling back.
Savannah winked at me. “Come on lets catch the 9:30 Cirque Soleil down the street.”
As we walked the few blocks to The Belasio hotel, the restrain not to mention what happened at the MGM Grand overcame me and I had to ask, “What happened back there?”
Savannah placed a hand over her chest. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Don’t even give me that bullshit. You and that Chippendale were two steps from having public sex with each other.”
“We were, weren’t we?” She asked with a proud smirk on her face. She didn’t say anymore.
“So?!”
“What?”
“Savannah. Are you going to meet up with him?”
Savannah shrugged. “I don’t know. You think I should?”
“I think you’re gonna do what you want. My opinion doesn’t matter.”
Savannah looked up for a moment, thinking. “Hmmm. I think I will.”
I smiled. “Didn’t take you long to think about it.”
“Hell no, it didn’t! Did you see that man’s body?! I’m not passing up on that!”
I laughed at her. But then I thought about something and stopped, stopping her as well. “What if you two get caught up in the moment and head to the bedroom? Are you going to tell him your T?”
“Nope.” She responded simply.
“No? If you two have sex, he may see something he doesn’t think he should be seeing. Not every man is an admirer, you know.”
“So then why haven’t you told Carlos, Gwen?”
I was stumped. “I…..I’m just….nervous. This guy may not be as easy to deceive. That’s a big risk. I don’t---”
To shut me up, Savannah wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my cheek. “You’re worrying, Gwen. What have I told you about that? Honestly, I don’t think you’ve been hanging around me enough. Life is all about taking chances. You know that’s true, because look at you. Look at what you are today compared to what you were when you were born. If you don’t take risks, you will miss out on experiencing life. That’s why I don’t care about telling my men what my T is. And if they find out they, find out. Some don’t care, some thought it was sexy, and some said they were through with me. I took a risk, that’s all that matters. Be daring while you’re young, Gwen. So when you get older, you can say you had a full life.”
*sigh* “Okay.” *I just hope being daring and risk-taking doesn’t get neither of us hurt in the end.*
“Good. Now, lets go.”
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After spending another hour at the Belasio, Savannah and I walked back to the MGM Grand, where she gave me the keys to her car and met up with the hot Chippendale. I wasn’t so sure at first about leaving her alone with a total stranger, but she reminded me about worrying too much and shoved me into her car. “Ian volunteered to take me home, no need to fret, Gwenie-poo.” She leaned in close to the driver’s seat window and whispered to me. “With my luck, maybe he’ll volunteer to invite himself in the apartment.” With a wink, Savannah walked away, joining arms with Ian.
Come to find out, I wasn’t as smashed as I thought I was. I could follow the lines on the road pretty good, so I thought I was capable of driving. Flipping through the radio stations, I stopped at one song, “This Will Be (Everlasting Love)” by Natalie Cole. Since I was in the car by myself, I decided to sing the lyrics out loud. Normally, I’d be so shy about singing, I wouldn’t even do it alone, but I was feeling somewhat “woosey”, so my confidence level was pretty damn high. I turned the radio all the way up and sang along.
“—Loving you is some kind of wonderful
Because you show me just how much you care
You’ve given me the thrill of a lifetime
And made me believe you’ve got more thrills to spare, oh
This will be an everlasting love, oh yes it will now
You’ve brought a lot of sunshine into my life
You’ve filled me with happiness I never knew
You gave me more joy than I ever dreamed of
And no one, no one can take the place of you, ooh
This will be, you and me, yes-sir-ee, eternally
Hugging and squeezing and kissing and pleasing
Together, forever, through rain or whatever
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, you and me—“
I had pulled up to a red light and there I started to dance in my seat.
“—So long as I’m living, true love I’ll be giving
To you I’ll be serving cuz you’re so deserving
Hey, you’re so deserving, you’re so deserving
Yeh, yeh, yeh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
From now on, from now on, yeh
From now on, from now on, yeh—“
My dancing led me to turn my head towards the side window and I looked through it. I reaaallly shouldn’t have. I young guy driving a very nice red Range Rover, was staring back at me smiling. Could I have embarrassed myself any more than that? I quickly looked forward again, my hands over my mouth mortified. Geez, and he was cute too! I wouldn’t have minded too bad if it was an old man or something.
Curious, I took a small peak over my fingers to see if he was still laughing at me. The guy smiled again brightly and gave me two thumbs up for my drunken performance. Now officially humiliated, I slouched down in my chair. *Turn green. Turn green. Green, you stupid light!* The traffic light finally turned and I sped down the road before he could get a foot on his gas pedal good.
I made it home safely considering my speeding, parking the car in the front of the complex; where Savannah normally parks it.
Walking down the hall to my apartment, all I could think about was getting my tired ass to sleep. But once I was in view of apartment 42C, I noticed a man was sitting on the floor directly in front of it. “Carlos? Why are you sitting outside my door?”
Carlos slowly stood up from off the floor and grabbed my hand in his. “Eu sou pesaroso, bebê. I’m sorry, Gwen. Talk about overreacting. I jumped to conclusions. I know you’d never cheat on me.”
I smiled. “Damn right, I wouldn’t.” I grabbed his other hand and pulled him close to me. “I care about you, Carlos. I don’t like it when we fight.”
“I don’t either. What do you say we kiss and make-up?” As an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him. Not a friendly kiss or an I’ll be right back kiss. This was an ‘I just got out of prison after serving 20 years, and I’m horny as hell’ kiss. Carlos pressed me against my front door, him right alongside me. When we finally pulled away, he ran strong hands along my sides and gazed seductively into my own gray eyes. “You’re looking REAL good tonight, baby. I’m loving the dress.” He whispered in my ear. “How’s about letting me peel it off you?”
I pushed him away playfulluy.. “Goodnight, Carlos.”