Now, I had done appearances at restaurants and car dealerships openings, but this was my first outdoor venue. It was a well known outdoor theatre that had requested me as an emcee for their talent round-up, and I wasn't too happy when the program director agreed to send me.

The plus sides were that I would be able to dress casual and drinks would be free. The shows were scheduled to start just after 1:00 PM so I arrived early and began to fortify myself with alcohol. Soon I would be able to sit through the performances of a dozen or so mediocre bands that spent more time on their costumes rather than their music.

As I was scanning the talent line up page they gave me I saw the stage crew begin to carry the magician's trunks to the backstage area. 'The Amazing Carlton' was stencilled on each trunk Carlton himself finally appeared. He was a good-looking young man in his late twenties and he seemed like a decent sort.

He saw me standing there and walked over and we introduced ourselves and chatted briefly as he gave orders to those lugging his trunks. I learned that he was just as put out as I was about this appearance. Seems his agent had booked it because the money was good, I had found a kindred spirit. 

Everything was going along fine until his assistant arrived. To say I was stunned would be an understatement, she looked like a young Valrie Bertinelli except prettier. It was an effort to keep my mind on the conversation I was having with her boss and not to stare at her.

She wore the tightest jeans I had seen in awhile. They hugged her firm tight bottom and moulded themselves to her shapely legs. When she squatted to take something from a case on the floor her belt line moved down to reveal the presence of a pink silk thong hidden underneath.

When I was forced to take to the stage to announce the first act and work the crowd they disappeared. They reappeared about fifteen minutes before their act was scheduled to go on dressed in their costumes. As hot as she looked in her jeans, she was even hotter in her stage costume.

A pair of tight black high cut dancer briefs worn over black fishnet tights now covered her magnificent bottom. A black tux jacket and a white over bust corset covered her frame. Black high heel knee high leather boots along with a top hat and white gloves now completed her costume. She moved with grace across the stage as she brought things out to her boss and carried them away.

Her stage makeup made her appear even more luscious and my cock began to grow hard just watching her move. Their act ended and as they took their bows I took to the stage and made sure the audience knew who it was they had just seen and encourage more applause.

I worked the crowd again as the next act set up. After introducing them I departed to my sanctuary backstage and much to my delight Carlton and his assistant was still backstage setting things up for the next show.

"This is Candice," he said introducing the attractive brunette.

She gave me a kiss on each side of my face without touching greeting. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils and soul. As she and Carlton reset the tricks for the next performance she would occasionally glance over at me and smile.

Carlton voiced a mild concern at my presence backstage as I would be able to see how the tricks worked. To put him at ease I named the last three illusions he performed and how they worked and he seemed impressed.

"Did you perform?" he asked.

"Never made it out of the garage," I answered with a laugh.

He left the stage no longer worried about my being back here. Candice remained to finish her set up duties and then to my delight she came over and took a seat next to me. My eyes were glued on her fishnet clad legs and knee high boots as she crossed them.

"Do you have a smoke? There is to place in the outfit to carry my pack and lighter," she stated, running her hands down her front.

I handed her my pack and lit it for her. Up close there was a tom-boy quality about her that I had always found attractive in a female and I drank it all in as we talked. She finished her smoke and crushed in out under her heel.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a thank you before she disappeared. I was in heaven and stayed there until Carlton reappeared and took a seat.

"Wow, these guys really suck," he commented.

"Yeah they do, and they all believe they are real rock gods," I responded.

We sat and listened to the band murder a well-known rock and roll song as I contemplated what to say next.

"So, are you and Candice an item?" I asked straight out.

"An item?" he questioned.

"Yes. Are you dating or doing her?"

" I take it you're interested?"

"Yes, I am if you think I have a shot."

" She likes you, I can tell," he answered with a slight smile.

"Really?"

"Yes really. I have a large motor home parked in the lot behind the stage. You should visit her during the dinner break."

The rest of the afternoon dragged on after I received that news. They had one more performance before the dinner break and I waited until Carlton left the motor home before I made my move. He left the door unlocked so I stepped inside and found Candice in the rear of the vehicle.

It had been converted into a dressing room complete with a makeup table whose mirror was circled with lights. She was standing in front of it applying lipstick and only stopped when my image appeared on the reflective surface behind her. She put the lipstick down and turned around to face me.

"What do you want?" she asked with a wicked smile.

I said nothing. I moved forward and took her in my arms and hugged her tightly as my lips sought her soft red ones. We kissed long and deeply and a muffled moan escaped her nose indicating how much she was enjoying it.

My hands caressed her firm tight ass under her silky costume she responded by increasing the intensity of her kiss. Between the kissing and touching my cock grew harder.

"I want you," I finally manage to say.

She broke the hug and kiss and dropped to her nylon covered knees. Her small gloved hands undid my belt and pulled down my zipper and my pants were slowly pulled down. I felt her hands caress my legs before she extracted my swollen cock out of my boxers.

She stroked it a few times as she began to plant kisses on the length and head. Candice gave me a shy smile before she placed it in her mouth and gently sucking on it. It was the greatest blow job I had ever had.

Her talented tongue took me to the point of release several times. I finally asked her to stop and stand up, but as I started to undress her she stopped me.

"What's wrong?"

"You might be disappointed," she said simply.

"I didn't respond and started to unbutton her corset so I could get my hands on her rubbed her pert tits.

"You should stop," she moaned.

Lust and desire had a hold of me so I paid her no heed. It's only when I slid down her black dancers brief that I understood her hesitation. Hidden there under her fishnet tights was a small swollen cock.

"You're a man?" was the only thing I could say as I backed away.

"I tried to warn you, but I wanted you so bad that I couldn't," she admitted as she moved forward and took me in her arms again.

"I am strictly a bottom. Do you understand that term?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then you know all I want is your cock in my ass. You've never done anal with your girlfriends?"

"I have."

"Then think of me as a girl with a little extra," she said softly.

I took her pretty face in my hands and stared into it. I could see no trace of a man in it so I gently kissed her lips again and the fire started in both of us.

"Got any lube?" I asked.

She rummaged through her a shoulder bag hanging on a chair and produced a bottle of lube. She once again dropped to her knees and spent a great deal of time covering my shaft with the slippery liquid. I noticed that my cock did not wilt at her confession of being male. If anything, it became harder.

There was no inner discussion that I might be gay. I was just surprised that I was attracted to a T-girl, but then again I never met one that looked this hot.

Candice stood up again and turned her back to me and slowly began to slide her fishnet tights down. When they reached the top of her silky looking thighs she stopped and placed her head and elbows on the makeup table and looked over her shoulder.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me," she moaned.

I wasted no time in placing my rigid cock between her soft butt cheeks and then slowly pushed myself in the tight hole. After I placed my hands on her hips I began to gently ride her. Soft moans accompanied each thrust and it turned me on further, I began to increase my speed.

"Oh yeah baby, that's what I like," she said at the increase of her being penetration.

It was hard for me to believe that this soft, curvy attractive creature was not a female. She felt and sounded like every girlfriend that had ever done in the butt.

"Candice, I'm gonna cum," I finally announced.

"Oh yeah, baby. Fill my ass up with your hot cum," she moaned loudly.

My body shook as I shot myself into her tight hole and I managed a hiss between my clenched teeth. Her moans increased as I did this and a second later her orgasm took her and her small cock unloaded and dribbled its contents onto her fishnet tights.

I withdrew my now shrinking cock and she stood up. She still hung onto the dressing table as she said her legs were shaking.

"Wow, that was intense," Candice commented.

"Yes, it was," I responded.

She pulled up her tights and briefs before she turned around and took me in her arms again. Even after the fires of passion had died out I still did not see a male in front of me. She asked me to leave in order for her to clean up and change, but before I left she slid a business card into my shirt pocket.

"Give me a call and I will wear what I normally do when we perform at adult parties," Candice informed me.

I couldn't wait for this boring evening to end and my next visit with the magicians assistant.