Going Up Part 2

It seemed he'd never exhaust his supply of sperm, but, at last, a final volley fired, his balls were empty, drained, and his penis began to wilt and shrivel, becoming small and soft. He reached around Siren's right hip and clutched her cock and balls in the palm of his hand. She was sticky there, and wet, like him, so, he knew, she'd also achieved an orgasm that had ended in ejaculation. He hoped she'd reached her own climax at the same time that he'd shot his cum all over her back, ass, perineum, balls, belly, and breasts.

After a shower, Charlie wrote her the note he'd promised her, excusing her absence from the audition, and, dressed in the tear-way dress he'd supplied her, she went, note in hand, to enact the scene which, she hoped, would open the door to a successful and glamorous Hollywood career, her transgender status notwithstanding. She'd heard, from friends of friends of entertainment insiders, that, after lesbianism was no longer chic among the glitterati, the beautiful people seemed poised to celebrate, endorse, and promote transsexuals. "Shemales are the new lesbians," one of them had told her, "which means that girls with bodies like yours are in." This same person had encouraged her to try out for the part for which she was auditioning.