Why, She's A "He"!

The bar, dark and moody, exuded sex. All the men, the women, the couples looked like they had one thing on their minds, and the duos and trios and foursomes she noticed gathered at the bar and sitting around tables seemed like they were here for the business of serious sexual seduction and negotiation, their overtures sometimes subtle, sometimes more obvious.

The two of them took a little table and ordered drinks.

“Check her out,” Dave said, pointing to a very sexy and sassy looking young thing. Though their one sexual adventure together had been with another man, Tina knew that it was women who generally rang Dave’s bell. Especially women such as this, sleek and sultry young wenches reeking of erotic allure. He had been frank enough with Tina for her to ascertain his preferred tastes in sexual partners.

“Yeah, Dave, a real piece of ass, just your type,” she said teasingly.

“That’s right. I wouldn’t mind getting under that cute little skirt of hers.”

“Don’t you think she’s just a tad slutty?”

“So? What’s wrong with sluts?” he said, her eyes fixed on her.

Now her ‘sluttiness,’ if that was what one were to call it, was of a special nature. It began with the skirt Dave spoke of lifting. It was a short, pleated plaid skirt, a sexy version of what you’d expect a Catholic school girl or prep school girl to wear. Along with the skirt she wore bobby sox and a pair of loafers. And on top, a white schoolgirl blouse. Other women in the bar were wearing slinky cocktail dresses, revealing halter tops, sexy little shorts and skintight jeans, but this woman’s seemingly demure Catholic schoolgirl outfit somehow made her seem sexier than all the others. Of course the skirt was very, very short, exposing much of her sleek, smooth thighs and that, as much as anything, made her outfit as provocative as it was. Also, rather different from what one would expect of a good Catholic school girl, her dark hair was fashioned in a ‘punk’ buzz cut and she had a tattoo on her neck, some Chinese ideograms signifying who knew what. On top all this, she had the prettiest of faces and a great, sexy smile.