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Angle on stage

It was three o'clock on Friday morning and Angel Jones was tired, especially her feet. She had just gotten back to her flat after six hours of working as a hostess at Madame Josephine's, and being on her feet in high heels for so much of that time had taken a heavy toll. Even worse, she would need to be at her daytime job at the bank in six hours. That was the one that basically paid her bills. Working at the club didn't pay all that well, although the tips were good, but Angel had hopes of parlaying it into a career as an entertainer, which was what she really wanted.

For many years, Madame Josephine had run a nightclub featuring female impersonators on stage and waiting on tables, but that had become passé. She replaced the servers with beautiful T-girls and Angel, almost six feet tall with long hair that framed her delicate features, was the most beautiful of the group. With her blonde good looks and her background in singing and dancing, she hoped to go from waiting tables to entertaining on the stage at the club, and she hoped it would be no more than a month before she got the chance.

For the time being, Michelle, a rather pudgy, over-the-hill drag queen was the featured performer, and one month was how long he had to go on his contract. If she could last through another thirty days of holding down two jobs, Angel had hopes of replacing him, and of seeing her dream come true. Until then, she would do her job and serve the people who came into the club. Angel and her co-workers did more than wait on tables in their sexy costumes. They greeted customers and sat and chatted with them, doing whatever it took to keep them spending money and coming back later to spend some more.

Angel rather liked the costume she wore there, because it put her best features on display. Tight black hot pants showed off her long, shapely legs and curvaceous bum. The pants were tight in the rear, but in front they included padding that simulated an erection. Although she and her lovers always thought of it as her clit, biologically, Angel had a penis, and it was perfectly capable of becoming fully erect when she was sexually aroused, even ejaculating from being stroked by her sex partner or partners. However, there was nothing very erotic to her about the work she was doing, so a genuine erection would be unlikely, but the club management didn't want people to realize that.

The top was a bustier that laced up the back. Angel's luscious breasts spilled out over the bodice, and she wore the garment fairly loosely because she had no need for any kind of uplift. She would always be grateful that she had resisted the suggestions that she get implants, preferring to let her breasts grow naturally, in reaction to the female hormones that have been a part of her sex-change regimen for the last six years. The women in her f****y were all very bosomy and Angel, after admitting her essential femaleness, was benefiting from her ancestors' genes as well.

Besides her breasts, the hormones had shaped her other bodily contours, giving her curves that were the envy of almost any woman who saw her. Being blonde and very fair-skinned, Angel had never developed body hair when she was a boy, except for under her arms and a fluffy patch around her genitals, or any facial hair where it wasn't wanted. The skin on her face and all over her body was soft and smooth, with a complexion that varied from creamy to shades of pink in those places where pink was desirable. Regular applications of creams and lotions and the occasional use of an electric razor helped her keep that skin beautiful and alluring. .

After putting in a day's work at the bank, Angel's normal routine was to return to her flat, eat a quick supper and sl**p for an hour. Following her nap, she put on her hostess attire and drove to work. Her car was necessary to get her to and from the nightclub district. For one thing, public transportation was hard to find at the late hour she got off work. For another, there were some weird people around, some of them customers of the club, who were liable to follow her and proposition her or much worse. The small car she drove was a big expense, but Angel regarded it as being worth it, all things considered.

"Hi, Angel. Jo wants to see you," was the greeting she received from Bambi, a slender brunette fellow T-girl and coworker.

Madame Josephine -- Jo to her employees and her many friends -- had a small office backstage. The door was ajar so Angel pushed it open and looked inside. "Hi, Jo. Did you want to see me?"

"Ah, Angel. Come in. Sit down. Shut the door." After doing all three, Angel waited to hear what Jo had to say. The wait was a very short one.

"My dear, as you may have noticed, we aren't exactly packing in the customers lately."

Angel had noticed, of course. Even on weekends, they had only about one third of their tables occupied. "Well, yeah, it could be better."

"It could be a lot better, and it has to be, if we're going to stay in business." Angel didn't have any disagreement with that so she said nothing.

Jo continued. "When you started here, you said you had done some singing and dancing, and that you were interested in being an entertainer. How would you feel about going on the stage here? Tomorrow night?"

"What about Michelle?"

"Michael? I'm going to fire him. I'll have to buy out his contract but it's worth it. Nobody comes here to see him or hear him anyhow. Every time I look, everybody in the house is ogling you and the other T-girls. Especially you."

"What would you want me to do?"

"Sing. Dance. And strip. Mostly strip. When I started here, my drag queens were a big hit, but that was a long time ago, and they've become old hat. What people want now is bare skin, and lots of it."

"How much skin? I mean, how far would you want me to go? How much would you want me to take off?"

"Well, topless at least. I wouldn't ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable but the more you take off, the better. In some of the clubs, the boys or girls strip naked, but you might want to take a while to build up to that."

Angel didn't know that she would ever go that far, but she would be willing to dance nude above the waist. For one thing, she knew that what she would be showing off was strictly first class. It wasn't a matter of vanity; it was a matter of being aware of the appreciative looks she got from men, in the bank and everywhere else. In addition, she had long ago, concluded that her looks were her greatest asset and that if she expected to succeed as an entertainer, she would have to show them off.

"Topless I can handle. I can't guarantee that I can ever go any further than that, though."

"That's good enough for me. And, let's face it. You topless would be sexier than most women completely nude."

Angel blushed slightly. People had been complimenting her on her beauty ever since she had seen the need to give in to her true nature and become a T-girl. Even so, she had never quite gotten used to it.

Jo went on. "We'll need to take some photos. The costume I have in mind will be like the one you're wearing now, with some modifications, so we can make some posters of you the way you look right now. Can you start tomorrow night?"

"Yes. But, does that give you enough time to get everything set up?"

"Yeah, it should. I thought you'd say 'yes', so I had a photographer standing by. They'll give me a rush job and I can have the posters in time for tomorrow night."

The photographer took several pictures of the budding young star in dancing poses and wearing her full hostess costume. Jo would select what she wanted to put on the wall in front of the club. He took longer, obviously enjoying his work, when Angel removed her bustier and openly displayed her charms for the posters that would be put up inside the club, beside the ticket counter.

Because of the delays, she was late in getting started on the tables that been assigned to her, but this was not a problem. Not that many customers had arrived yet, and Bambi and Heidi, the other T-girl, were easily able to cover for her. As she performed her normal duties, Angel told the people she served that she would be singing and dancing topless on the stage the following night. Everybody she spoke to, especially the men, expressed a very high degree of interest, and promised to be there. Six hours after her arrival, she was home, tired but looking forward to the following night as much as the male customers had been.

When she arrived at Madame Josephine's the next evening, Angel wore her own clothing and carried the black pumps that had been part of her hostess costume, and that she would wear that night. She was quite pleased to see how she looked, sexy but fully clothed, in the posters that adorned the front of the club. Above her head, in big letters, were the words "Introducing THE LOVELY ANGEL!" The posters inside, which included the same words, actually embarrassed her. She had seen herself in mirrors, of course, even totally nude sometimes, but she had never seen herself looking so erotic, smiling provocatively with her breasts jutting, nipples erect, as if eager for somebody's hands or mouth. Angel just hoped she would be able, in person, to live up to what the customers were being promised photographically.

"Hi, Angel," Jo greeted her new headliner. "This will be your dressing room for now, until we get the other one cleaned out." The other room, which was generally better, had been occupied and trashed for almost a year by Michelle and cleaning and repainting it would take some doing, especially since he had been in such a jealous pique when he left.

"Okay." Angel and Jo entered the room which, though small, had everything necessary, including a small water closet and a well-lighted makeup table. Angel's complexion was good enough that she needed very little makeup, probably just some lipstick and eye shadow to highlight her beautiful blue eyes. A folding screen stood in one corner so the occupant could change clothing while guests were present.

Jo handed Angel her costume, which looked virtually the same as what she had worn the previous night, and suggested she should step behind the screen and change into it. Minutes later, the T-girl reappeared, looking almost like she had looked as a hostess, but knowing her circumstances had changed. Jo tested the laces on the back of the bustier.

"These seem sort of loose. Are you sure they'll be okay?"

In reply, Angel swung her sexy torso from side to side, letting her long hair swirl around her face. The garment stayed perfectly in place. To further demonstrate, she bent over, letting her breasts swing back and forth and showing delightful cleavage that didn't quite include her nipples.

Jo was quite impressed with the display. "Yeah, that's more than okay." She had always known that Angel was sexy, but she had never before realized just how sexy.

The demonstration of Angel's new costume continued. "When you take off the top, you don't have to unlace it or pull it off over your head. That would be awkward and unsexy. There's a zipper in the front and you pull it down and slip out of it like out of a vest. Not exactly like a vest, of course, because you want to tease a little, but that part is up to you. I've seen the way you flirt with the guys in the club and the way they drool over you, and I know you'll do just fine."

"If you decide to take off the pants, and that's up to you, pull down the zippers on the sides." Jo patted Angel's hip over the folds of cloth that concealed the nylon teeth she was talking about.

Angel had wondered about the zippers. She had also noted that the front part of the hot pants was looser than the pair she had been wearing as a hostel and did not include a simulated erection. The rear part, actually about two thirds of the garment, was made of a different material, softer and much more form-fitting, almost like a second skin, than the one she was used to. The clingy fabric was already molding itself to the cleft of her succulent bum and would show off her curves even better than her regular outfit. She had also noticed how the zippers would allow easy removal of the pants. Angel wondered whether or not she would go that far, and had decided to make up her mind when the time arrived.

After selecting her music, some to dance to and some to accompany her singing, Angel was ready to go on, but she still had a while to wait. With some butterflies in her stomach, she peeked through the curtains at the room, and was pleased at what she saw. The doors had only been open for a few minutes, but already more people were inside than usually showed up, even on a Saturday night. Bambi, Heidi and the new hostess would be busy that night. She didn't know how many were there to see and hear her, but she did recognize some of those who regularly sat at her tables, and she hoped they would like Samantha, the T-girl who was her replacement.

As her gaze panned around the room, one unusually well-dressed man at one of the front tables, just a few feet from the center edge of the stage, caught her eye. She had never seen him before. Angel knew she had never seen him until then, for she most assuredly would have remembered it. He was extremely handsome, not in a pretty-boy way, but with short, iron-grey hair, a bristly mustache and a square chin. If the lights had been better, she might have guessed him to be in his early fifties. In other words, he was just the kind of man, ruggedly handsome, distinguished and mature, who appealed most strongly to Angel.

Minutes later, Jo walked on stage to start to introduce the acts that would be appearing. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am very pleased to inform you that you are in for a truly special treat. THE LOVELY ANGEL, the most beautiful T-girl in the world, will be on this very stage to entertain you tonight."

She continued for another minute in that vein, before introducing Bertie Capp, the standup comic, who knew his place in the scheme of things. He was there to warm up the crowd, and it was the biggest crowd he had ever seen in the club. After telling a few jokes in his Cockney accent, while Angel prepared to make her entrance, he got to his real job.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the sexy treat you've all come here to see: The Loverly ANGEL!" After the introduction he hurried off the stage, because he was also responsible for operating the lights and playing the recorded music.

Angel waited until the spotlight was on her and her music was playing before striding out onto the stage, microphone in her hand, with the circle of light leading her. She was greeted by loud applause and whistles, from those who already knew her as a hostess in the club and from those who were surprised that her beauty matched the posters that had lured them in. The first song was "I Enjoy Being a Girl". In order to make the number long enough, the music had had been recorded twice and Angel would sing through the words twice. Because it did such a good job of describing her feelings about being a T-girl, Angel really liked the number and considered it to be something of a theme song for her.

The way she performed it, the audience LOVED the song. The first time she reached the line where she sang about how much she enjoyed being a girl, Angel bent forward to put her extreme cleavage on display and let the crowd enjoy her girlhood also. They cheered and whistled their approval. The next time she came to the line, Angel punctuated it by turning her back, bending over just enough to best show off her long, gorgeous legs, and shaking her even more gorgeous arse. That produced an even more tumultuous response. By the time she finished the number, strutting offstage and blowing kisses, the entire audience was on their feet, cheering and whistling and applauding. She knew they loved her, and Angel realized she loved them too, and wanted to demonstrate it to them and to continue being deserving of their love.

The next number, the second of the two she would sing, was a torch song, with Angel crooning of her love for a guy who was so indifferent to her. Everybody in the audience wondered how any man could be such a fool. While she moved slowly and erotically around the stage, swiveling her hips and shaking her torso and lamenting the lack of attention from her beloved, every man there was wishing he could be the object of the sweet, beautiful T-girl's affections. They happily dreamed about that, but at the same time, their minds were filled with lustful thoughts of what they would do with her and to her should the opportunity ever arise.

While she was in the spotlight, although she could hear the appreciative comments and other noises of the audience, Angel was unable to see any one person in the crowd. However, if she stepped out of the circle of light, she would be able to see individuals, especially if they were close to the stage. Ever since noticing the handsome, unknown man, Angel had been thinking about him, and she decided to try to get another look at his face. Casually, she stepped to the side and looked in his direction. He was there, no more than ten feet away, looking just as handsome as he had earlier, and Angel was elated that he was peering intently at her. Their eyes met for a second; he smiled and she smiled back, before ducking into the center of the spotlight again.

That brief glimpse, combined with the love flowing between her and the audience, gave her even more energy than she already had. This song, like the first, had been recorded twice and she expected to sing the words a second time. She hadn't yet started to remove any of her costume, but that changed as she started to sing once more about the man who found her charms to be unappealing. The men in the audience certainly didn't share that silly chap's attitude and, as Angel transferred the microphone to her left hand and started to unzip the front of her bustier, which would expose even more of her luscious breasts, they let her know it.

While she slowly pulled down the zipper with her right hand, the top of the bustier opened, exposing the cleft between the lovely twins. This was what the men in the audience had all been waiting for, and they cheered her on. Angel, however, knew that the best kind of a strip is a strip-tease. She put her left arm across her chest, holding the top of the bustier in place and completed the unzipping. Her arm was the only thing keeping the garment from falling open.

Her singing was over for the night and, in order to avoid dropping the microphone onto the floor, Angel slipped the attached strap over her arm, leaving both hands free. Still holding the separate sides of the bustier, she held one breast in either hand and spread them apart, showing off the entire cleft between them, just barely keeping her nipples covered by the edges of the garment. While her hips did a bump and grind, she cupped the succulent globes in her hands, smiling at the audience who, although she couldn't see them, were raptly anticipating what would happen next.

What happened was that the music stopped. As it did, Angel lowered both her hands, while still holding the bustier, letting her breasts spill over the top of her costume. While the audience collectively gasped at the delightful sight, she stood on the stage, moving her body slowly from side to side, letting everybody get a look at more of what they had come to see, and shaking them at the crowd. Extra loud cheering resulted but, once again she pulled her bustier up so it was covering her breasts, blew a kiss to the audience and skipped toward her exit from the stage. Just as she reached it, Angel turned around to face the audience, waved, and pulled the bustier away, showing off her breasts again as she did, and gaily announced "Don't go away. I'll be right back."
Her promise was greeted by thunderous applause and shouts of "Hurry back" and "I'll be waiting," and similar expressions of their appreciation.

Once backstage, Angel put the microphone on the shelf reserved for it, where it would be available if she wanted to make an announcement to the audience again. She was through singing for the night, and the rest of the show would consist of dancing and removing her clothing. She had already decided to take off more than she had promised Jo, but Angel was still undecided just how much. One thing she removed was her shoes, leaving her barefoot, because her dancing would be more strenuous than it had been, and she didn't want to risk stumbling. Her bustier stayed on, still held in place by her hands. Angel could hear the crowd buzzing, and they sounded excited. She certainly hoped so. There were no chairs scr****g on the floor, which would have meant people standing up, perhaps to leave, and, when she looked out, everybody was still in their seats, waiting for her promised return. She was especially glad to see the distinguished stranger, and wondered what he thought of her so far.

When selecting her music, Angel had allowed 90 seconds between each number, giving her time to catch her breath and compose herself. She used some of the time to hurry over to the other side of backstage to instruct Bertie Capp on some additional music.

"Bertie, I'm going to be on longer than I thought. If you run out of music, play some more of the stripper music we talked about before."

"Okay, Love. You're sure a big hit. The audience really loves you." He certainly did. Angel was bare above the waist, and Bertie got a better view of her delightful breasts than anybody else in the house had gotten so far.

"Thanks, Bertie. I love them too." She hurried back so she would be ready to make her entrance when the music began again. Angel knew the audience loved her and she meant what she had said about loving them, and she was going to prove it.

The next song started a few seconds after the excited T-girl was in place, barely giving her time to shrug back into the bustier and catch her breath. When it started, it was slow, bump-and-grind kind of music, because the rest of the show would be mostly Angel showing off her sexy body. Slowly, she undulated out onto the stage, one hand under either of her breasts and holding an upper corner of the bustier, leaving the rest of the garment to flap around her waist. Her hands were wide apart, giving everybody a view of the cleft between the twin beauties and promising much more. Almost immediately, Angel began keeping that promise.

Staying in the moving spotlight until she had danced her way to center stage, Angel suddenly swung one arm out to her side, exposing her breast on that side. Several rolls of her shoulder caused it to bounce enticingly. She returned her arm to where it had been, the hand and the bustier it held covering herself again. Simultaneously, she flung her other arm out, displaying that breast, and more shoulder movement meant more provocative bounces. Although her feet were stationary, Angel's hips swayed erotically to the sensuous music. With whistles and cheers and other sounds of admiration, the audience loudly showed their approval of her beauty and her talent.

She repeated the sequence of show and conceal twice, and after the second time, she once more held the bustier in place. That pretense of modesty didn't last long, because both arms were flung wide, as if to embrace everybody in front of her. Both of Angel's succulent breasts were visible to everybody in the room, and she rolled her shoulders and moved her whole body, so they jiggled and danced to the music. Being in the spotlight, she was unable to see much but half the audience had risen to their feet while they wildly applauded the delightfully erotic display.

Angel heard and reveled in the cheers and applause and shouts of approval and adoration. She wanted more, and knew how to get it. Once again, she covered her breasts with her hands, but this time, she turned around and bent partially from the waist, emphasizing the beauty of her legs and bum. While shaking those gorgeous body parts, she spread her arms again, but this time, she let go of one corner of her bustier, letting it swing over to dangle from her other hand.

Angel turned back to face the crowd, twirling the castoff garment. Her whole body shimmied, and she bent over again, so her breasts would sway and shake even more alluringly. With a gesture of dismissal, she tossed away the bustier, letting the audience know she would no longer be coyly covering up what the posters in the foyer had promised would be on display. She continued her dancing but most of the movement was of her body, as she turned to the left and the right and to the center to let everybody see and admire what she had to show them. Reasonably sure that the unknown handsome man was still in his seat or, better yet, standing and cheering in front of the stage, she played more to that part of the crowd than anywhere else, bending farther in the direction of his table than to any other part of the room.

Angel knew the music would be ending in a few seconds, and she started making her exit, picking up her bustier along the way. Turning her back to the audience, but smiling over her shoulder, she swivel-hipped her way off the stage, her curvaceous bottom swaying to the beat, feeling the fabric of her hot pants clinging to her, as close as a suntan. When her act had begun, she had some doubts but by that time, Angel knew without question the pants would be coming off, at least partially, during her next appearance on the stage. She also had no doubt in her mind that she would remove them completely before the show was over.

"Don't go away. I'll be right back," Angel called out again into the microphone, informing everybody. Following her announcement, she stepped onto the corner of the stage to give everybody another look at her breasts and to blow kisses and, not incidentally to see if the handsome man was still in his seat. He was still there, but not sitting down. Like almost everybody else, he was standing and clapping his hands. The entire audience, by whistles, cheers and applause, showed their appreciation of her act so far and of her promise to reappear.

She was not at all tired, and could still feel herself being energized by the audience's reactions to her. The love Angel felt flowing back and forth between them and herself and the sensuous music, combined with stray thoughts of the unknown man she had been playing to, had also caused her to become quite aroused sexually. Angel could feel her clit stiffening and, when she separated her breasts to look down the front of her body, there was a distinct bulge in her pants. She was glad the garment was loose there, and the simulated erection had not been included. When she peeked out into the crowd, the man was still there, but seated again and leaning forward in anticipation of her return.

Another song began, and Angel danced back onto the stage, twirling, swiveling her hips and shaking her bare breasts to tumultuous approval. Once again she stopped in the center of the stage, facing but not seeing the man who had piqued her interest. She wondered if he could see the erection bulging in her hot pants, but didn't think it a problem even if he could. Like everybody in the audience, he would be aware she was a T-girl, and the evidence of her arousal shouldn't cause him to lose any of his obvious interest. It might increase it, but Angel didn't know if she would like that or not.

After a few seconds of swaying and shaking, Angel cupped a hand under either of her breasts, lifted them and leaned forward to lick one nipple, then the other. Like her clit, they had become erect with her arousal. The audience let her know how much they approved of the autoeroticism, and Angel wondered how much of the approval was coming from the man in front of her. Her nipples became even harder as she wondered if he would want to lick them, and what his mustache would feel like against the soft skin of her breasts. She also wondered if he would use the same technique as her regular man friends, all of whom had almost slipped out of her mind until then.

Once again, Angel turned her back on the audience, her succulent arse cheeks squirming provocatively as she did. She continued that sensuous movement to the slow, hard beat of the music, until she bent over, giving the crowd a better look, but not as good as they would soon be getting, of her gorgeous bum. When she straightened up, both thumbs and index figures gripped the zipper tabs on her pants and pulled them down. She could have let them drop to the floor, but preferred to tease some more before removing them.

Turning to face the crowd again, her hands still held the hot pants in place. After a few more bumps of her hips, she released the back of one side, letting it flap out, exposing one creamy buttock, covered by nothing but the strap of her G-string, which was flesh colored and so narrow it was almost invisible. As if unaware of what had just happened, Angel continued shaking and swiveling her hips.

"Take it off!" one daring soul in the audience shouted, and many more echoed his appeal.

Smiling, Angel let go of one side of the front part of the hot pants she had still been holding, and shook her finger at the audience, as if to affectionately admonish those who had been shouting. This part of the garment flapped forward and, coyly pretending to be embarrassed, Angel put her splayed fingers in front of her face, bent one knee and partially bowed her head. These gestures, which nobody took seriously, were followed by a shrug of her shoulders, as if in resignation. For the rest of that song, she alternated between facing the audience and shaking her luscious breasts and strutting forward and backward on the stage. As she strutted, Angel kept one side to the audience, and bumped her virtually naked hip and buttock out at them, while half of her pants continued to flutter about her legs. Just as the music ended, she twirled her way off the stage. Once again, she blew kisses with her free hand and promised to return. The audience greeted her announcement with thundering applause and stamping their feet, and otherwise showing her their appreciation and love.

Angel caught her breath and rested for the ninety seconds she had available. She was glad that the hot pants, being unzipped as they were, fit even more loosely in the front. Her clit, fully erect by that time, seemed to be trying to rip a hole in the garment. Angel knew she would be removing it during the next number, and her rather peculiar G-String, the last garment she would be wearing, was made of very stretchy material and would let everybody see her erection swing and bounce freely.

The music started again, one of the additional stripper songs that Bertie Capp had been instructed to play, and Angel undulated back out onto the center of the stage. She was holding all parts of her hot pants in place again, but that imitation of modesty wouldn't last very long. After a few seconds of bumping and grinding and rolling her shoulders to toss her breasts to and fro, she released the same side of the garment, with the same results as before. This time, there was no pretense of shyness as she continued her gyrations on the stage. A minute later, her fingers released the other front part of her hot pants letting them flap down in front of her. Seconds later, she pulled the garment free and waved it around as she had done earlier with the bustier, before tossing it aside the same way.

The audience loudly expressed their admiration of Angel's virtually nude body, because she was wearing nothing but the single undergarment that was part of her costume. When getting dressed earlier, she had thought of it as a G-String because it seemed to do what such a thing would do. It consisted of a red triangle of very soft and stretchy fabric, which would cover her clit but allow it to move around freely when erect, which it decidedly was then. The triangle was held up by a narrow elastic strap that went around her hips. The strap was the same creamy color as her skin so, from side views of her hips and ass, she appeared to be completely naked.

The peculiar part was the connection between the apex of the triangle and the thin strap. Instead of having a single strip of fabric extending from the triangle and fastened to the strap in the middle of her back, there were two strips. They also matched her skin and each ran across one of her buttocks and connected to the strap around her hips, ending about eight inches apart. It reminded Angel of the athletic supporters she had worn when playing soccer as a young boy. After putting it on, she had dismissed the strangeness from her mind, and she wasn't concerned about it then, except for being happy about the way the front part was providing no more than a minimal amount of support for her clit.

It certainly didn't hide its erect condition, and it wasn't meant to. Although her clit was only the size of an average cock, or slightly smaller, everybody could see it sticking straight out and stretching the fabric in the front of her G-String. When she danced, especially when her hips swiveled, or she did a bump and grind, it swung sideways or bounced up and down, its presence obvious even though it was not actually visible. Members of the audience were all attracted to T-Girls, at least to some degree, so Angel was not self-conscience about having an erection on stage, and her obvious sexual arousal could only make her even more desirable.

Slowly, she turned around, wanting to give everybody a better look at her bum. Angel was fully aware of how truly beautiful that part of her body is, both its curvy shape and its cream and pink complexion. Bending over slightly, her legs spread, to show herself off to best advantage, Angel shifted her weight slowly between her feet, letting the audience see and appreciate the sensuous movements.

"Bend over!" somebody in the audience called out, and others repeated the cry.

"Well, why not?" Angel asked herself. If that's what they want, that is what they shall get."

While bending forward slowly and provocatively, her hips continuing their movements, Angel was suddenly aware of the reason for the design of the G-String. A single strap, which would have been more conventional, would cover what Angel and her lovers all thought of as her pussy, but what a biologist would have called her anus. The straps on Angel's garment didn't really cover anything.

"That's good," she told herself. "I don't want to cover anything."

The love flowing between herself and her audience increased, and made Angel even more determined to give them the best show she could. She knows just how enticing her pussy is, soft and pink and nestled in its creamy-white surroundings, and she was fully aware that everybody would want to see it. As she continued bending over and swaying from side to side, Angel reached her hands back to grasp her cheeks and spread them as wide as she could, as if offering herself to her lover which, in a way, was what she was doing. The reaction of the audience was loud and completely approving.

Staying in a comfortable position and with her pussy as openly in view as she could manage, Angel slowly shifted her position, giving everybody in the room the same look at her. When she returned to where she was aiming at those in the center, she leaned far enough over to look between her legs. Her body partially shielded her eyes from the bright lights and, although she couldn't see very clearly, she was able to make out some distinct shapes. Angel was certain she could see the man she had been thinking about, standing and applauding, as was virtually everybody in the crowd. Some were even standing on their chairs while they clapped their hands, and the shouts and whistles that expressed their adoration were almost deafening. Angel was gratified that she was such a hit, and her clit grew even harder as her love for the crowd grew. She was determined to continue putting on the very best show she could.

The music ended again, and Angel skipped merrily offstage, pausing to pick up the hot pants she had discarded. Once again, she promised the audience she would return and advised them not to go away. She wasn't really afraid they would; it was just another affectionate way to tease.

Only one more song was scheduled to be played and it was the longest one available. The ultimate number was highly sensuous, featuring a very strong, slow beat with a crashing finish, and was perfect for what Angel had decided to do as her finale. Wearing only the G-String, she sidled out onto the stage, her breasts bouncing and swaying and her hips swinging, to be met by a cacophony of stamping feet, cheers and whistles. Once again, she stopped her advance where she knew the fascinating man would be only a few feet away, and continued with the wildly erotic movements.

Preparing to remove her last garment, Angel slipped her hands under the elastic strap that encircled her hips and stretched it outward. Continuing her erotic movements, she slowly worked the strap down around her hips and the curve of her arse until it was held on only by her erect clit. The G-String didn't stay there very long, because Angel reached her hand inside, pulled it off over the head of her erection and let it fall to the floor. Except for the small piece of cloth around her feet, she was completely naked on the stage.

Looking down to make sure she didn't trip over it, Angel moved her left foot free of the castoff G-String and hooked her right great toe under one of the straps. With a short kick, she propelled it in the direction of the man who had been on her mind all night. If asked why she had done that, Angel would have been hard pressed to provide an answer, except to say that she wanted to give someone a souvenir. She would have denied it, but she was aware that she really wanted to give that specific gentleman a keepsake of her.

While removing and disposing of the G-String, Angel's clit had been enclosed in her hand, and shivers of pleasure had throbbed through her body. She couldn't remember ever being as aroused as she was then, and the temptation was strong to relieve herself by quickly masturbating. She resisted, though, because she realized that the audience was not there to watch her jerk off. Later, in the privacy of her dressing room, she would be able to take care of that need. Instead, she let her erection bounce up and down and sway from side to side while she twirled and danced, first to one corner of the stage, then across to the other, to end up back in the center. Besides her clit, Angel's whole body moved to the heavy beat, her breasts and arse cheeks jiggling and swaying and bouncing to the sensuous rhythm of the music.

Back in the center of the stage again, as close to the edge as she could safely be, Angel turned her back to the audience and went to her hands and widely-spread knees, her hips still gyrating. She arched her back and reached her hands back to spread wide her succulent cheeks, once again showing off her beautiful pussy, especially to the man who was only a few feet away from her. Slowly rocking back and forth, and swinging from side to side, Angel moved her knees toward one side of the audience and the other, letting everybody have a good look at what she was offering to the right man. Under other circumstances, her actions would have been considered a vulgar insult, but everybody there knew what she was simulating, and virtually every man wished it could be real, with himself as her lucky partner. Angel wished it could be real too, but when she tried to picture one of her regular partners as the guy behind her and between her legs, the face that came to mind was that of the handsome, unknown man who was watching her from a few feet away.
Even on a bed, the position is not Angel's favorite for fucking, and the boards on the stage hurt her knees. After a minute of letting the audience see her from that angle, she rolled onto her back, which is what she much prefers. With her legs spread even farther apart and her feet flat on the floor, she reached under her body and put her main giver and receiver of pleasure fully on display again. Over and over, she thrust her pussy at the audience, moving from side to side and letting them imagine what she knew they would.

Angel's imagination was active too. Once again, her mind pictured the same man, but this time he was looking down and smiling as he plunged his cock in and out of her and fondled her clit. Although she knew it wasn't real, she could almost feel him cramming her pussy, and wondered whether it would feel as good and stuff her as full and as well as some of her men friends did. The erotic thoughts added to her horniness and made her fuck harder and faster into the air, just as the tempo of the music increased, with the beat becoming faster. As a loud drum solo pounded, Angel's body jerked and spasmed, as if she were climaxing. A crash of cymbals signaled the end of the song and the end of the show.

With the music stopped, Angel stayed where she was for a minute before getting to her feet and spreading her arms to the cacophony of cheers and whistles, as if to encompass the entire audience in a giant hug. She bowed to all corners of the room and, after straightening up, blew two-handed kisses to everybody. Finally, she turned and hurried off the stage. Like the fucking, her orgasm had been only simulated, but she urgently needed to go to her dressing room for the few strokes of her hand that would give herself a real one. Before that could happen, however, Madame Josephine strode onto the stage and turned to face the crowd. Bertie dimmed the lights because so much brightness was no longer needed, and Jo turned to face the crowd, the biggest one in the history of the club.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, that was the LOVELY ANGEL! Let's hear it for her! Tell her how much you loved her!"

They told her alright, long and loud. Everybody was standing and cheering and whistling. Some were standing on their chairs again. One inebriated fellow tried to stand on a table but his companions persuaded him not to. Even though her clit felt as if it would burst through its tightly-stretched skin, her love for everybody in the crowd made her return to take another bow. Still naked and horny, Angel skipped out onto the stage, spreading her arms for more hugging, and blowing more kisses, before bowing again to all corners of the room. The dimmer lights shining on the stage allowed her to see some individual members of the audience, and once again, she caught the eye of the handsome man who had so fascinated her. Once again, they exchanged a quick, secret smile.

Angel left the stage again, but returned six more times to repeat the routine and thank the audience for their display of love and appreciation. Finally, the noise faded and most of them were sitting down, and Angel was able to head to her dressing room so she could attend to her urgent needs. On the way there, she heard Jo telling everybody that the show was over for that night, but The Lovely Angel would return the following evening.

Once in her sanctuary with the door locked, Angel grabbed facial tissue from the makeup table and wrapped it around her clit as she sat in the chair. It took just a few dozen strokes of her hand before she saturated the tissue with a gusher of semen. As she ejaculated, a great flood of pleasure and relief washed over her body, and she slumped forward. A minute later, much refreshed, Angel flushed away the soggy mess, cleaned herself off and dressed in the clothing that was still hanging behind the screen. Bertie Capp would see to the things she had removed and she hoped Josephine would provide her a replacement G-String.

A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door, followed by Jo's voice. "Angel? There are some friends here to see you when you're ready."

"Okay." Angel went to the door and opened it. There were Jo and a small group of the regular customers. She quickly scanned the faces and saw, to her disappointment, that the man of her erotic thoughts was not there.

Jo was the first one to enter. "My dear, you were sensational!" she told Angel while hugging her, and just before kissing her on the cheek. "Even I was turned on, and I'm one hundred percent straight."

The others, all men, echoed Jo's opinion of what a terrific show she had put on, and how beautiful and sexy she was. They all hugged her and kissed her also. Although all the men would have much preferred to kiss her long and lingeringly on her red lips, that is something she reserves for a special few, and the men in her dressing room had to be content with kissing her cheek. They all stayed and chatted for a few minutes, mostly about Angel, and telling her over again how great she had been and how sexy she was, before taking their leave. Madame Josephine left also, saying she wanted to talk later, but that she had business to attend to first.

Angel was left alone again, almost in a state of euphoria from the admiration and love of her fans and even her employer. She was interrupted in her thoughts by another knock on the door and the voice of Bertie Capp telling her he had flowers for her. When Angel opened the door, the diminutive Bertie was almost invisible behind the huge armful of long-stemmed roses that must have come from one of the flower shops in the district. The shops stayed open late and, for a high price, provided flowers and other gift items for those who wanted to send or take them to performers at the night clubs.

The engraved card attached included the name "George Box." The name brought back mixed memories of her first sex partner, who had also been named George. The sex had been great, even better than she had expected, but his actions after that left a sour taste in her mouth. Although things eventually worked out well for her, Angel still thought about George Parker with distaste. The first name was a common one, however, and she certainly couldn't hold anything against George Box because of it. The last name of the man who had sent flowers sounded vaguely Germanic, and he seemed to have Teutonic features as well. Bertie interrupted Angel's thoughts.

"I'll go get ya a vase fer these from Michael's dressing room, Love. He's got some he ain't never used." Less than a minute later, Bertie returned with a large, rather dusty pink ceramic vase. After wiping it off and adding water, Angel filled it with the flowers from George Box. They were beautiful, a deep red, interspersed with bright green leaves and having the appearance of being covered with dew.

"The bloke what sent these wants ta know if he can come back and see ya. I tole 'im he'd hafta wait until I talked ta ya."

"By all means, Bertie, send him back here." Angel thought she knew who he was and fervently hoped she was right.

She was. Standing in her doorway, she saw Bertie usher Mr. Box backstage and point him in her direction. As he approached her, Angel was very glad to see that he was tall, well over six feet, and he looked even more handsome in the bright backstage light than he had inside the club. Height was important to her because, even though nearly six feet tall herself, she liked to look up at men when they were hugging or dancing or...other things. Angel was surprised that such a frankly sexual thought was even passing through her mind about the man. Her surprise wasn't great, however. Even though she had never even spoken to him, and had just learned his name, her thoughts had been on him all night, and had gone from attraction to sexual fantasizing.

"Hello, George," she greeted him, offering her hand. "Thanks for the flowers. They're beautiful."

"No more beautiful than you are, Angel." George shook the hand she offered and she invited him into her dressing room, leaving the door open. Although she found him very attractive and had been having extremely pleasant and erotic thoughts of him all night, Angel didn't actually know anything about Mr. Box, and wanted to take no chances on his being some kind of creepy pervert. She sat on the chair by her dressing table and he moved the only other chair closer so he could sit directly in front of her.

If he even noticed, he didn't object to the door being left open. "Angel," he started. "That was the most sensational show I have ever seen, and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Although she likes compliments as much as the next woman, Angel is not taken in by flattery. "There are a lot of really beautiful women around here," she answered, referring to the nightclub district. "Most of them don't have one of these, either." She patted the fly of her blue jeans, indicating what most people would have called her cock.

"That doesn't mean much. Just means you can stand up when you pee."

Angel didn't bother to tell George that, for the sake of furthering her feminization, she usually sat for that purpose. "Maybe so, but there are still a lot of really beautiful, naturally born women around here."

"There are a few women who might be as hot as you, but none hotter. Even if there were, I'm much more attracted to you, a T-girl, not only because you're beautiful and sexy, but for another very good reason. T-girls are always raised as boys and don't learn to do the rotten and nasty things that most natural born girls and women do."

Angel had never really thought about that before, but she started doing so then. She had always been appalled by some of the things she saw and heard other women doing, such as maliciously gossiping about those who were supposed to be their friends, or crying or pouting to get their way, or other things that she would never stoop to.

George expanded on what he had said. "I have preferred T-girls for several years. A lot of my friends do too. More specifically, though, I prefer you over any other woman in the nightclub district." He was smiling at her as he said that, as if speaking in jest.

"What do you mean, 'you prefer me'? Prefer me for what?"

"Prefer to have you come back to my hotel with me."

George continued smiling after he made that proposal, but Angel knew he was only partly joking. She was glad again she had relieved her horniness right after coming off the stage, or she probably would have taken him up on his offer. She was tempted to do so anyhow, but didn't want to appear cheap or easy.

"No way! I don't know you well enough. I don't know you at all."

"I didn't mean tonight." That was true enough; George hadn't really expected Angel to leave with him that night, although he had been hoping she would. Her sexual arousal had been extremely visible to him, just as it had been to everyone in the club.

"I mean I want to court you and persuade you to come to my hotel with me sometime in the near future. The very near future."

"Okay, but I warn you, you might be wasting your time." Angel was smiling at George, provocatively, the way she had smiled at him several times while she was on the stage, and he was quite sure his courtship would not be a waste of anybody's time.

Angel was positive it wouldn't be. She still had to work at the bank from Monday through Friday, so on Friday evening, assuming George was still in pursuit, she expected to give in. "There will be another show tomorrow night, but not on Monday or Tuesday. We'll be open again on Wednesday."

"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow, and on Wednesday. I hope I can get the same seat. Maybe I can catch your G-String again."

"Oh, were you the one who caught it? I just kicked it out at random."

George, who had seen the way Angel had aimed it, and the soft way she had propelled it directly to him, didn't believe her. "Yes, I have it, and I will always prize it. I think Madame Josephine is approaching. Does that mean I'll have to leave?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it does."

They both stood up, and George stepped toward her, obviously wanting a hug and, possibly, a kiss. Angel had no hesitation stepping into his arms and, when she saw his lips approaching, started to turn her cheek. Abruptly, she decided he was, or would be, one of the "special few" and they kissed full on the lips, for a long time, but with their mouths closed.

After George left, Angel joined Jo and her fellow employees for a discussion of the night's events. Everybody felt good about how well everything had gone. Angel was in ecstasy from the way she had been received by the crowd. Bambi, Heidi and Samantha, who didn't like to be called Sam, were very happy about the tips they had gotten and at seeing how Angel had been received. Jo had seen the club take in more money than any other time, even when the female impersonators were popular, and she was very happy about that. Bertie Capp had been able to get several excellent peeks at Angel's naked body during the show, and that made him extremely happy.

Jo was all smiles as she praised her new star. "Angel, you were just great. A lot better than I ever could have hoped for. I hope you can keep it up. I think you kept all the audience's up, besides your own." She giggled at her own pun. "That was a neat idea too, tossing your G-String to the crowd. I'll bet it becomes one of the most prized souvenirs down here. Keep doing that. Don't worry; I can get all of them I need, and they're cheap."

Angel smiled in agreement. In the future, her G-String would be tossed out at random. The right guy had gotten the first souvenir and, in less than a week, she expected him to have a lot more to remember about her than just the way she looked.

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