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9:10 Happy Slapping!

Hi everyone!

Last night was almost a frickin disaster but, me and Zahra managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat!

Zahra had arranged to meet a punter over the phone. I wasn’t happy but she assured me the guy was OK. Normally Lou vets all our Johns personally which means actually meeting them face-to-face and we know that she won’t let any of the dodgy-looking ones near us. But Zahra doesn’t want to pay Lou’s commission - and a greedy hooker is a careless hooker. Anyway, I agree to drive her to the hotel and sit in the bar until she’s done so at least she has a bit of moral support close by.

We arrive in good time – it’s a dead nice hotel. Zahra looks real lovely in her usual ‘uniform’ of white mini dress and peep toe 5 inch heel pumps. I’m wearing a jade green mini dress with a black belt, black 7 inch heel plats and black beads and bangles. I walk her up to the room where, dead on time, she knocks and the guy answers. I stay at the door for ten minutes or so and it’s all OK so I go to the bar.

Now sitting at the bar drinking frickin tonic water aint exactly thrilling, but along come these two guys – late thirties and dead fit looking. They buy me a drink and sit down and we start chatting. To me it’s obvious they are military and, by the sense of humour, not officers but senior rankers. They ask what I’m doing and I think about bluffing. But in my experience, squaddies are the most frickin tolerant folk – they gets a bad reputation but they sees so much shit in the world that they is pretty easy going about most things. So I just come out and say: “I’m a transsexual hooker and I’m flying top cover for my mate who’s entertaining a client upstairs!” Well – you could’ve heard em laughing a frickin mile away!

Ray and Al are frickin well lush and my lustometer is way off the scale! Anyway I know I gotta stay focussed so we just chat about stuff and they buy me lots of tonics. They are well nosey and ask me lotsa stuff about the job and I just tell it how it is, and we have a good laugh. Then, about 9.30, my phone rings and it’s Zahra in tears. The John’s only gone and slapped her about, ripped her dress and done a runner! About half a minute later the obvious guy - fifty, bald and fat - comes puffing through the bar, tucking his shirt in and heading for the exit. I say “excuse me” and go after him.

Well I catch up with the guy in the car park and he hears my heels an turns. He looks me over like some frickin reptile and I know for certain it’s him. I just walk across to him and the next thing I got his frickin arm right up his back – just bout to break the frickin thing! He hesitates so I push some more and his arm starts to make crackin noises! Then he gets out his wallet and I release the pressure a bit while he counts out the 400 notes he owes Zahra. Then I push him away and he fcuks off to his car……………Half a minute later he’s back with a frickin knife!

I carry stuff that aint strictly legal here - well I got both Mace and Pepper spray in my bag so I reach for em. Pepper’s got a range of 15 feet and’ll put pig-face down for 30 minutes ……………….FCUK! Who left her bag hanging over the back of her barstool? I’m frickin scared - an running in plats aint an option so I face him - but I can see in his eyes he’s gonna frickin cut me! Then this real deep voice goes: “You forgot your handbag Melanie!” an Ray an Al are standing off to one side.

I take my bag from Ray, and the punter looks at me then he points the blade at the guys. I feel that seeing as I got ‘em into this mess I gotta explain, so I tell em he’s done a runner on my mate without paying her. Al says: “Well we can’t have that, can we?” Well – it’s frickin brill – in about ten seconds they have the knife off him and are twisting his other arm this time and he’s squealing like a stuck pig! While the boys are givin him a good slappin (just that – not fists and stuff – just real humiliating slapping about!) I pick up the knife and go to his car.

It’s a big flashy Lexus thing – and it don’t take me more than a minute to carve ‘I’VE JUST BEEN WITH A WHORE!’ in the paintwork on the boot before I toss the blade in the bushes. He’s married – they always are – and he’ll have some explaining to do about that! Anyway, the fat pig runs to his car, gets in, and roars away and Ray takes my arm and leads me back to the bar. We sit down an Al gives me about 500 notes and explains that they didn’t know what the going rate was but they thought my mate deserved whatever he had on him!

Next minute, Zahra comes into the bar looking like frickin Liz Hurley with her dress held together with safety pins (we all carry em in our bags cos quite a few punters think its OK to rip, our stuff.) She’s gotta fat lip and a frickin hand print across one shoulder. Well Al’s eyes are on stalks when he sees Zahra’s tits and I subtly push the hem of my dress up a bit and Ray can’t take his eyes off my bare thighs! I hand Zahra the 500 notes and I sorta say that we know the guys are straight but if they are up for it we’d like to say thank you!

Five minutes later we are up in the John’s room with two gorgeous guys giving our feet some serious frickin attention! Al has his cock poked through the peeptoe of Zahra’s shoe while the other shoe is over his face and Ray has his cock wedged inside my sandal and his tongue probing inside my other shoe. Fifteen minutes later we have two straight guys laying side-by-side on the bed with me an Zahra astride them, giving them some serious tranny loving!

Well me an Zahra really have a good time. I keep my dress on, cos my boobs aint much special, but there was some serious interest from the guys when she undoes a couple of safety pins and her perfect titties bounce up an down in time to her rhythm! Then we lean across and snog each other and then we play with each others’ cocks and then the boys are tossing us off as we ride them!

All those frickin chick lit books I read talk bout the two lovers having ‘simultaneous orgasms’! Well real life aint like that. With us it was a sorta ripple effect over a minute or so as we came one after the other. Anyway – me and Zahra swap partners an each suck a cock clean, and lick each other’s spunk of the guy’s chests! It’s real important with straight guys to leave em feelin clean, and like they aint done nothing dirty or unnatural. Me and Zahra kiss, just to leave em with a nice memory, then we sorta say our thanks again and the guys disappear. What a pair of frickin stars and we certainly owe em a lot!

Before we leave the hotel I remember the fat pig-faced tosser had booked the room for the night. So I empty the mini bar into our bags – which’ll cost him a hundred notes or so when they process his card. I also use the phone to call the speaking clock in Washington DC (it’s one of the numbers I keep in my little notebook!) before putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. My bet is the chambermaids leave his room until last, and the phone will still be connected next lunchtime!!!

Lots of Love

Melanie

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