We all have an Alter Ego we fantasize about, when we are down or to impress others with how we managed life's challenges; the alternative 'I' if you like. It originates deep from within our inner self in how we cope with neglect, anxiety, shyness, trauma, abuse, gender orientation, it's our inner self-defense mechanism. How did my 'Alter Ego' evolve?
I was 18 going to live away from home for the first time at University in a few months time, shy, unsure of myself, I was a bit effeminate that I hid behind. My cousin Gordon, my pseudo big brother invited me to stay with him in Manchester. He was a likeable Jack the lad, boasted he could get me a summer job in where he worked.
At his apartment, my first night not even settled in, asked me. He was doing a party entertainer gig and had been let down, would I help him out in? Why not, we arrived at a secluded Airbnb, where 20 foreign Swingers had turned up. Music played, going's-on happened as I looked-on, I served drinks and nibbles. Gordon asked, would I entertain a private party upstairs, they would tell me what they wanted.
They were in one of the big bedrooms four Japanese guys, one put a handful of notes on the table; mines if I would I strip naked for them. A few times anonymously I went naked on a web site, so I was sort of okayish about it. As I stood there was asked to lie on the bed and jerk off in front of them, I had done that too, they phone videoed me until I raptured; that's all they wanted.
After that downstairs Gordon asked would I entertain two couples upstairs. When I arrived at their room, they were all starker's in bed frolicking around together. This time I was to stand naked watching them, as two guys fucked each other and two girls fucked each other. I was to adjudicate whose climax was the most volcanic. Although I was seriously aroused I just pointed at one and left.
Back at the apartment Gordon asked "what I thought of it." I said "ok" not realising my Pandora's Box was now open.
At my job interview, I found out it was for a private 'gay' Gentlemen's Club & Spa. Last night was my audition interview; I got the job. Next few weeks in the Spa, wearing only a micro club wrap and flip flops. I cleaned up after members had fun, long hours, money good. I became confident walking around almost naked, actually I really liked it, I could play on my effeminate trait, everybody loved it.
I went into a cabin to clean it, someone I recognised from TV was still their, he had been stood up. Asked; "was I allowed to freelance" it was a known perk. I unfastened and dropped my wrap, received my first blow job, word soon got out I was available.
I was into dancing too, one night the clubbing part wanted someone to dance evocatively and effeminately in one of their suspended bird cages, with only a flesh coloured G-string on. As 'Natasha' later I also did a drag stage striptease acts. Money just kept flowing in.
A couple of weeks before I left to go to Uni was asked would I do a special gig for a special client, the one I got my first blow job from. Spent two hours being made up as a groupie, blond wig, short skirt, flashy nickers, I became Natasha my alto persona. A limo took me to his apartment, when he came into the car I recognised him the 50 something TV news presenter, we went to a new film premier. In the car he groped me until we arrived at the cinema.
From the car we walked up the red carpet hand in hand into the foyer, were introduced to the actors, film crew and dignitaries, I was just a groupie not a speaking part. Film wasn't great but we all smiled and said it was. Finished headed back, this time groping each other, until we arrived at his apartment where photographers were waiting for us.
Back in his apartment he videoed us aggressively stripping each other and as we fucked each other. In the morning I changed into jogging gear, left by the back door jogging past the reporters and photographers. The media tagged me as his new groupie friend 'Natasha who stayed over.'
