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Hangover II:
In the first part of this story I woke up to find my wife Marina had
dressed me up as a French Maid and given me the name Mylene. I was now on
my way to Hooters but unlike any of my previous visits I was dressed like
one of the strippers. Suddenly it didn't seem such a fun place to walk to
any more.
Dressed the way I was I was really conscious of the wind blowing up my
short skirt. Sometimes it seemed to lift it and I tugged down at it
desperately.
The wind did not need to lift my skirt for men to wolf whistle at me as
they drove by and to hoot at me.
I was jumpy and felt nervous one of them was about to assault me - that is
either rape me because they thought I was a sexy lady or beat me up
because they thought I was gay.
It was broad day light and I shouldn't have been so frightened.
I hadn't actually passed many people on the street yet.
There had been a few men working on a building site who yelled, "Hey
sexy!" and wolf-whistled. Another builder shouted "Hey we could do with a
maid on site. You could dust my broom!"
Did they really think I would come in and let them fuck me?
There had been a few women who looked the other way disapprovingly. I
could only assume they did not like the length of my skirt and they were
not alone in that. I didn't either.
Mostly though what I had heard was the clack clack of my heels on the
empty streets, reminding me as if I needed reminding, that I was dressed
as a woman.
After what seemed like an eternity, (the walk had become a journey which
had never seemed as long before,) I finally got there. There were lights
on but the doors were shut. It wasn't opening time yet. I rang on the
bell.
Kate, the bar's Madame, came to the door.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you were hiring."
"We're always looking for talent. Ever performed before?"
"Er no."
"What's your name?"
"Mylene," I said.
"Wow! Your friend Marina told me about you. Wow she has really done a
job on you! I would like to see her perform here too - you tell her. She
looks like she has real talent and could make good money."
"Er what did she tell you?"
"She told me that you are really a man and that you would be coming here
looking for work. It just happens we need a cleaner. We will pay you ?2
an hour. She told me your real name too and you were always one of our
stingier customers Peter."
I felt like protesting that that was less than the minimum wage and I used
to earn ?40,000 a year in the job I had just "resigned" from but I really
needed a job and somehow I felt that I could trust the Madame to be
discreet despite the fact that she knew my real name. And it was true I
knew I spent less money here than some of her other customers.
"We have had other maids like you but the last one is no longer with us."
"What do you mean?"
"Her girlfriend forgave her and has allowed her to going back to being a
man."
I had no idea that any of the maids I had seen at Hooters were men.
"Is there any way I might get a rise if I perform well?"
"Well I could have an opening for you as a dancer. Have you danced
before?"
I was horrified.
The Madame saw I had paled.
"You could make as much as ?200 an hour."
"Oh."
"You think about it."
"Thanks."
"Not promising anything mind, but Kim has become a bit more unreliable of
late compared to my East European girls. Girlfriend I could make serious
money if I only had East Europeans!"
"Lola come here."
Lola walked over.
"I have a new maid for you. She's called Mylene."
Lola looked at me, her eyes widened and she smiled mischievously at me.
"She might be interested in becoming a dancer too. I could see some
potential in some new double act."
I was nervous about what this might mean.
Lola spoke in a quiet voice. "Mylene, right now only the Madame and I
know that you are really a man. If you want it to stay that way you will
want to study me very carefully and you will want to keep me happy. You
won't want the whole bar knowing you are really a man. Believe me not
many of the girls here have positive views of men or have had positive
experiences with men."
During the next few hours Lola taught me how to do some basic moves.
I was really uneasy about this and wanted to tell the Madame but felt I
had to keep Lola happy.
Finally Lola slapped my arse and said, "Mylene I think you have a job to
do. Go and see Kate."
I went to see the Madame.
I said I wasn't sure about dancing.
"You said you wanted to do it."
"What?"
"When I said you think about it you said thanks. Well what else did that
mean but that you wanted the job?"
I decided that I didn't want to upset Kate so I said that I was nervous
that I might not be good enough.
"Don't worry it might be a few nights before you get on and I am sure that
Lola will help you. For now I need you to get on with cleaning the
tables. If five customers on different tables ask to see you dance
tonight you could be on later so try to be as discreet as possible if you
don't want to be on stage."
The fact that no-one seemed to have noticed that I was once a man and had
treated me like a sexy lady as I walked to Hooters and now I was here had
given me confidence. But now I was nervous again. I had just realised
that whilst I would be starting cleaning the tables now before the bar had
opened I was going to still be doing it after the customers arrived. My
dress felt too short again. What if someone recognised me here? I was a
regular customer here. People knew me here (as a man).
I started mopping the tables.
I hadn't got far when the doors opened.
I had started with the tables nearest the stage, which were normally the
most popular, but the men were clearly picking tables nearer to the bar
which I hadn't cleaned.
I knew, intuitively, three things:
1. I had better abandon the table I was doing and start on the tables
where the customers were sitting down;
2. I was not going to remember where I had got to so I may as well work on
the tables the men were sitting at; and
3. It was going to be a long night.
The first table had Dave and Mike sitting at it. I thought they would
recognise me but they didn't. Dave was looking at my breasts as I lent
over the table. I blushed and looked down again hoping he hadn't noticed.
Then I surreptitiously looked at Mike who was looking at my legs and I
just hoped he could not see enough of my ass to see my dick.
"Do you strip?" Mike asked.
I tried to sound as feminine as possible and explained that I was the maid
and not one of the dancers. They didn't appear to notice that I am not
really a woman.
"I am going to tell Kate I want to see you dance." Said Mike.
Great! One of my friends was going to be the first customer to request I
dance!
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