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In my deep sleep, I found my dreams to be just the kind that I find so ideal. Pierre had put me in a wonderful state of mind! I recalled being made love to and the intensity I had just experienced. It was like I was reliving it. In my dreams, I was so comforting that when I woke, I had a contented smile and a very stimulated male hood. I had to do everything I could to keep my hands from causing me to orgasm by myself.I laughed thinking that my dance and sexual session with Pierre was perhaps my first Casting Couch experience! Even though I was confident I had the part, the sex wasn?t really intended to impress him and convince him. The sex was simply an expression of my own personal naughtiness and need at the time! I loved handsome, manly guys now that I had grown up! I could be shameless and meet those emotional and physical needs that I possessed. I liked that about myself.By early evening I prepared myself for the night, redoing my make-up in as spectacular a fashion as I am able. My false eyelashes were spectacularly long, and my nails polished with perfection in deep red. It was cold outside and though I knew the club had dressing rooms, I wore my dance outfit beneath a pretty, pink silk, ridiculously frilly and feminine dress. I also took my very elegant, favorite secondhand store purchase, my full-length mink coat.The mirror told me I looked like an elegant, and sexy, Parisian woman. To me, I felt quite perfect, and I felt that I was more than sexy enough for the Montreal night! elvankent escort I called an Uber for my trip to the club. I knew parking there was next to impossible and fees in nearby parking garages were practically a king?s ransom! The driver was Indian and was very friendly to me. When he found out that I only spoke English, he thought that was odd. I told him I was an American.Suddenly the ride was spent in his apparently genuine queries and questions about what America was like. Dropping me off in front of the club, he suddenly understood that my slightly deep voice meant I was not a real girl at all. ?You trans?? he asked quizzically. I smiled and nodded yes as I paid the fare with a tip as well. I loved that it took my destination for him to realize my reality.I went inside the club and though it was only nine P.M. - it was already busy, especially in the bar area. I explained that I was a performer and one of the security men showed me to the dressing room where I could leave my mink coat. It was empty but filled with mirrors, chairs, tables, make-up and more. Pierre apparently saw me come in and greeted me. He had me pose for photos with a dark-haired beauty and fifteen minutes later, mine and another performer's sexy likenesses were on a poster advertising us.By eleven, when the show started, this place would be queen central! It was literally standing room only in the club. There were at least a dozen performances scheduled for both eleven emek escort bayan and one o?clock! I had a couple of drinks at the bar, and I was approached by many a guy and woman! They asked if I was in the show, and I must have met more people in the next hour than I had met most anywhere. I was struck by people?s friendliness and how much they seemed to adore a gurl like me! I could definitely live comfortably in the city of Montreal.As eleven approached, the nerves began to hit me. I went to the dressing room and checked my make-up and got into my minimalistic stripper-like outfit. I decided on a whim to cover myself in my mink coat, thinking that an elegant look might be a good way to come out when I was introduced. I was far from elegantly dressed beneath it!Suddenly it was my turn to take the stage. I was the second performer of the night following the brunette I had taken a picture with. The music was loud as I walked, purposely and sensually sashaying my way to the middle of the stage where the spotlight hit me straight on. I smiled, excitedly nervous, and the music began. I switched to my well-practiced moves and was so lost in my dance, I suddenly realized my mink was in the way. Making sure I was still carefully tucked inside my panty bottoms, I tantalizingly showed off my shoulders.Like a true stripper, my instincts kicked in and I teased the removal of the coat with a few subtle flashes of skin before dropping it to the floor of the stage. Escort eryaman Now I was more exposed than I ever had been in public. My boyish, almost flat breasts were fully exposed as were my legs and ninety-nine percent of my smooth, trim body. Then a sudden roar of applause from the crowd had me grinning in joy.Backstage, I found myself in front of a mirror and sat with my mink over my lap. The dressing room was buzzing with gurls in all states of dress and undress. I looked at myself in the mirror as I was pleased as I could be. I had succeeded at my crazy goal of being a drag performer and even stripper! Moments later, I got a pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek from Pierre. The girls backstage said I must be special and I smiled to myself.It was hard to believe I would be doing this all over again later at one in the morning. I threw on a flowing short red dress I had brought and went out to the bar to watch the rest of the show. I must admit, it was amazing. There were a half dozen lip-synch performers, the hostess (and part owner) who told jokes, and other, shall l we say, interesting acts! There were women as men, comedians and more! I had a couple more drinks and reveled in the attentions that I got from admirers at the bar!At one, and now half drunk, I performed again and honestly, about the only thing that I remember was walking off the stage to generous applause! I was exhausted. It was well past my bedtime! I had my flight instinct kick in and my weariness told me that I needed to go.I took a cab out front that took me back to Pierre?s home. I found my way to the bedroom and put on a sheer red camisole that I loved to sleep in. I went to the bath, and I looked very tired in the mirror. I found the bed and I was so spent that I fell deeply asleep in seconds.