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When he does that you gonna get to like what he's doing," Latisha grinned.

Michelle blushed and squirmed throughout the lecture and was glad when Latisha had finished.

"That's all I got for you honey. Good luck," Latisha got up to leave.

"Hey wait a minute Latisha. Are you FBI or what?" Linda asked.

"Shit no woman! I'm just a nice black trans lady that got paid by some nice gentlemen to teach miss peaches and cream here how to be a polished transvestite," Latisha chuckled.

"Those two G-men gave me just enough information for me to do my job and from what I can grasp of the situation, I don't wanna know any more," Latisha made her way to the door and let herself out.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Michelle griped.

"Well if nothing else honey at least you learned how to tuck. Looking at you in those hotpants now I'd swear there was a cunt in there," Linda cackled.

She managed to duck under the tube of Neet that Michelle threw at her head.

Michelle and Linda worked three more nights on the corner, turning down the johns, until finally Frank Caputo tuned up again in his big black Caddy.

Michelle approached the vehicle with some trepidation. Frank Caputo, a handsome swarthy man dressed in an expensive suit, sat behind the wheel.

"Hey you look hot tonight honey; you wanna come for a drive," he smiled at Michelle.

Michelle was visibly shaking as she opened the passenger door. She looked over at Linda who gave Michelle a nod; 'it's going to be ok'.

When she sat in the bucket seat Michelle's miniskirt rode up exposing her thighs. This was not lost on Frank who took an eyeful before Michelle could pull down the hem of her skirt.

"So your pimp gave you the ok then?" Frank grinned.

"Sorry...what?" Michelle was scared and confused.

"You told me last time that you couldn't come with me because your pimp wouldn't let you leave your corner unattended," Frank pulled away from the curb.

"Oh. Oh that. That's just something us girls say when it's close to quitting time and we don't wanna leave the corner. To be honest, I don't really have a pimp," Michelle started using her backstory.

"Really? You're a free agent?" Frank checked the rear vision mirror habitually.

"Well me and my friend Linda look out for each other," Michelle replied, sticking to her story.

"So you're like a collective? You support each other. It's sort of like the thing I'm into," Frank laughed and Michelle couldn't help but laugh with him.

His outgoing friendly, flirtatious demeanour was enticing even though she had only just me him.

He placed a hand on her knee and squeezed.

"You got a great pair of pins honey," he stroked her leg, working his hand up her thigh.

Michelle stiffened and wedged herself against the door. Frankie could see the fear in her eyes.

"You're behaving awful coy for a woman in your line of work," Frankie looked at her questioningly.

Michelle knew she had to be careful so she decided to interweave fiction with fact.

"Well I am a little scared. I don't usually get into cars with customers but I'm also scared because I know who you are," Michelle replied demurely.

Frank Caputo gave out a belly laugh.

"So tell me; who am I?" he chuckled.

"You're Francis Caputo," Michelle whispered.

"Jesus nobody but my mother calls me Francis. And what do you know about me?" he beamed a beatific smile at Michelle.

"That you're connected; very important, and not to be fucked with," Michelle replied.

"All true. But also I'm a gentleman, generous, and unlike some, I treat special ladies like yourself courteously and with dignity," he squeezed Michelle's knee gently.

"We're here," Frank pulled over outside of a brightly-lit fa__ade.

"Where is here?" Michelle was intrigued.

"I told you when we first met that I'd take you somewhere nice. You ain't exactly dressed for dinner so this will have to do," he pointed to what Michelle realised was a nightclub.

Frank got out of the car and assisted Mic

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