Had to be! She could even smell the liquor now!"I-I'll never forgive you for this, Kevin! I swear it!" she sobbed back at him, trying to twist her hea...d to see what he was going to do. But that was hardly necessary; she felt him instead."Oh fuck, shut up, Laura!" he lewdly spat down at her in anger, flecks of spittle spraying her naked buttocks and the tapered curve of her sun-tinted back. "We've already passed that goddamned milestone. Now we're going to try for the brass ring!" he added,. They were simple cross dressers like Gigi and I. Then came Billie Jean and Jilly Girl. These two were genuine hormone taking she males with very real and very becoming lady breasts. The pair were singers whoput on quite a show at one of the areas better gay bars.After some brief chit chat the six of us made our way to the back room where everything was set up. There were a group of old easy chairs surrounding a mechanic's stool. While I positioned myself on the stool the grrls pulled out. Nice job on the begging too, idiot.Moving to the kitchen, I snapped up a bottle of beer. Fuck it, I thought, twisting off the cap. I was going to do what I wanted to do. I was going to get drunk, head on down to one of the little dance clubs on Alvarado Street, and channel some emotion into dancing. I took another swig of the beer, moving to the closet.I had no "club wear". No problem. I grinned, grabbing up my "History Professor". It was a brown tweed suit, complete with bow tie. I hadn't worn. I reach up and put my fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down. As your panties come down, I can see your juices in the crotch. I tell you to step out of them and you place a hand on my shoulder as you step out of your panties and then resume your position, with your legs spread and your hands on your head. I tell you to ask me for your spanking. "Please spank me Sir." you say in almost a whisper. "Louder." I tell you. In a louder, but ragged voice, you say,” Please.