Matt was already holding my hand. As I poured the professor some wine I reached over the coffee table. I leant far forward of where I needed, arching ...the small of my back inward, so the professor could see the curve of my back, and, as I knew he would, feast his eyes on the cleavage inside my skirt. I could feel his longing. I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt. I whispered to him, "You can," took his hand and placed it against the back of my panty.I quickly looked round at Matt. He. I was fully made up with long false eyelashes and blue shadow, red painted finger nails, and dark red lipstick, pearl necklace and large chunky earrings. I looked quite stunning . I have a very good figure and long shapely legs. I need to, in my line of work, as a part-time tranny escort and erotic dancer I knew as I walked across the dance floor that I was drawing admiring glances from all the gay men, but there was only one that I had eyes for. Garbie, a friend from Germany, she had called. “So, how many fine examples of the male gender have you managed to amass?” Her scorn was sharper that a samurai sword and cut him down just as effectively.“Ten confirmed and another five possible.”“And, are you one of the fabulous ten?”“Um... well... yes, but Dave is going to be first, his condition of using his shop.” The poor man really didn’t stand a chance against her withering scorn.“And when are these intrepid explorers going to perform the heroics of Hercules?”“Um, next Thursday, if. Let's have a word with him." Hello, George!" said the Priest, "What's wrong with that annoying group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"George the green-keeper replied, "Oh, yes ... That's a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free, anytime they want to."The group fell into an embarrassed silence for a moment.Then the Priest said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them.