After breaking up with his live-in lover, Lee Graham finds he needs money. Franky McCoy owns an escort service and has an opening. A client needs an escort for the evening and is willing to pay top dollar for the right man. Lee is tempted by the large sum—and the rent is coming due. He agrees to be an escort for the evening, believing he will be tending a famous actress. He finds, however, that Sydney Barlow is not only a famous stage actress, but very male, a cross dresser and embroiled in a heated quarrel with his director and lover, Markus Goodfellow. Can Lee be the escort Sydney has paid for? Or will Sydney's lover-director have his own demands on the escort? And perhaps more importantly, is the director willing to share his lover?
"What is it, darling? You look like you just won the lottery."
Lee shook his head and levered his body up on the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he helped Sydney remove his pants, then he sat back down. Sydney's hand immediately began stroking his cock. It stood fully erect in his crotch and jerked playfully with every touch of his fingers. Lee spread his legs and took a gulp of scotch. The liquor burned a ribbon of fire down his throat as he pinned his gaze on the figure between his splayed legs.
Sydney's long red wig fell onto Lee's thigh, obscuring his face. Lee closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot mouth sucking on his cock and the curious fingers circling his balls. The urge to come quickly came over him and he gulped the remainder of his drink, trying to ward off the climax. Sydney raked his nails along Lee's inner thigh, bringing a gasp from him.
"Darling, you're delicious," Sydney exclaimed, licking his lips and staring up at him.
Lee panted and reached one hand to Sydney's face. He traced his lips with one fingertip. "You give good head."
"Thank you." Sydney rose and crossed the room. He walked to a large entertainment center and pushed a button on a stereo. Drum music filled the room, fast, heart-thumping beats that sent Lee's senses reeling. Sydney began to move, working his way back across the room to the beat of the music, his fingers sliding along his sides, easing upward to the red wig on his head. He ran his fingers through the fiery fall, fluffing it across his bare shoulders.
Lee watched Sydney and smiled. He arched his back, thrusting his crotch forward, watching Lee as he strutted across the floor. He raised his arms and reached the zipper in his gown, slowly moving it lower until the dress gaped at his chest. He kicked off one red spiked heel, then the other as the drums reached a staccato pitch. Lee felt his body heat, his gaze encompassing the show of male flesh as the evening gown slid to the floor at Sydney's feet. A wiggle of his hips, and he hooked his thumbs in the only remaining article of clothing on his body--a bright pink girdle that hugged his hips like a second skin. A quick movement, and it fell around his ankles. Sydney was naked. Lee cocked his head, taking in the sleek body prancing before him. His legs were long and delicately shaped. His hips were tapered and round, his buttocks beautiful.
Lee shivered and licked his mouth. Damn! He's gorgeous!
Sydney smiled and raised his hands to the red wig. Slowly, he drew it back, revealing short cropped blond hair. He tossed the wig to the dresser and placed his hands on his hips. He stood before Lee, his legs splayed, his long cock in full erection.
