The Ritz
Taylor walked the two blocks to the Ritz and entered the lobby and then the bar. It was not crowed but there were a few business types sitting around drinking.
She approached the bar and caught the attention of the barkeeper.
"What can I get you?"
"Glass of Merlot."
"Coming right up."
The wine was delicious after what she had just swallowed and she used it to clear her throat. The burn felt good and she felt cleaner.
About that time someone sat on the stool next to her and asked for a glass of white wine.
Taylor looked and saw what was obviously a professional lady of the evening.
"Hi she said to Taylor."
"Hi."
"This is my lounge and I don't like competition."
"Okay."
"You need to leave."
"Not until I am ready."
"No, now!"
"Hey, look, I just want to enjoy my wine and I will leave you to your crowd of patrons."
"Don't get smart."
"I can see you don't have any business so lets chat some. I am not a threat."
"Why do you say that?" She said.
"First off I am a tranny and we don't have the same clientele."
"What do you mean a tranny?"
"Christ bitch, I am a guy in drag." Taylor hissed at her.
"Then what are you doing in here?"
"Having a glass of wine."
"You're not working?"
"No, I am done for the evening."
"How much you make?'
'I had a good night, almost a thou."
"It's not even midnight and your done?"
"Yea, I had a date earlier and picked up a blow job in the lounge down the street, I just stopped in her for a drink."
The stranger got a little friendlier as she got her wine and they both drank a little.
"What's a tranny do?"
"Same thing you do, just different equipment I guess."
They chatted a while, ordered another glass of wine and slowly relaxed into each other's stories.
Blanch introduced herself to Taylor and they even laughed a few times before two gentlemen approached them from the back and asked to buy them drinks.
The two girls looked at each other and nodded yes.
The boys led them to a table and the four of them sat and paired up.
Taylor's guy was Sam and he was young and cute, Blanch got the older one and his name was Peter.
They chatted for a while, had another glass of wine and Blanch asked Peter what he wanted to do?
"What do you mean? Peter said.
"I get donations for my time Peter. I get two hundred an hour for whatever you want to do."
Peter looked at Taylor and she nodded.
Sam looked at Taylor and said, "You're a hooker."
"Shhh, someone might hear you."
Peter took the lead; he had been in this situation before.
"How much for both of you, up stairs in my suite?"
"Four hundred an hour."
"No discounts."
"For the second hour." Blanch said.
"How about all night?" Peter asked.
"Five hundred each."
"Now that's a deal."