This is a work of fiction, but damn I'd love to drop my gear with this transgender porn star. Absolutely stunning, innocent looking, and has skills that cause me blood flow problems. Please if you can, support nifty. This site allows our LGBT friendly stories to carry on, and to give us all a voice. All the best, Terry
This utility belt was beat up. Thankfully the leather holster held on to its remnants, and my .45 rounds hit the targets dead on. As a man in the protection business, with my own company, it's important to lead by example. Not only should I manage the books and contracts, but I also must be able to be in the field. I had years of protecting clients, and once again I'd be out in Vegas, per the request of the porn industry. Although most assignments were delegated to the good men and women whom worked for me, I always got this, and years of this had some extra perks. Covid had shut down last years Adult Movie Awards ceremony, but the year before I had been tasked with the gorgeous transgender Natassia Dreams, and had the weekend of a lifetime. She was great company, and incredible in the sack, as I still could hear her lips sliding down my penis with an audible sound that permeated my consciousness.
We had remained friendly, but this business is hit or miss. Long term relationships are difficult, as yes in a couple of days I'd be in Las Vegas, but then could be anywhere from Cleveland to overseas. The hours were long, and after leaving the firing range, I stopped by a coffee shop for some java. In the military we called it "vitamin C," but then again that was the name for aspirin as well. Looking at my figure in the mirror, despite now being in my 40's, I had to admit I still looked great and in exceptional fitness shape. A lot of this was due to an obsession between nutrition and workouts, that would wear out a far younger man.
Also it helped that I had pickup basketball games with my employees. At 6'3 I wasn't the tallest, but made up for it with elbows and a feisty attitude. While some liked to show off, I wanted to steal the ball, and pass it to one of my teammates. Another favorite was to block shots, and this game built camaderie and team work. This was vital to our difficult large number operations, and as per tradition, I had the cooler of bottled waters, sports drinks, and beers. We always built up a sweat, but learned each other's moves in this game, that James Naismith was credited with.
I woke up as the flight attendant was bringing out the cocktails. It always surprised me, yet every take off was a fine way for me to catch up on sleep. Instead of something fancy, I requested a cold one, and looked in my carry on bag for that mystery thriller I was working on. Looking around first class was half empty, and I did like being up in the clouds. It was a different perspective, and a time to enjoy some much deserved quiet. The gentle humming of the 737 engines was a nice thing, and I was able to almost finish this now fast paced book upon landing in Las Vegas. As expected a corporate driver in a Towncar was there to pick me up, and Charles whisked me to my hotel. I was informed by him that he'd pick me up at 8 am to meet Holly Parker, the transgender adult star I'd been assigned as security detail.
Getting in the shower was relaxing. Great water pressure, and soaped myself up, and was able to get some more sleep in. My concierge service in the morning had my firearms, OC, tactical flashlights, and cuffs available. It felt good to have my Glock where it belonged in my waist band. I took the day off from lifting as my arms and shoulders were still aching from time with my vicious personal trainer. At 6'3 and 225 pounds of muscle, and a 34" waist, I was in the best shape I could be in. Still I had my antioxidants and whey shakes. For flexibility I did some Taichi, and got ready for Charles to meet me in the lobby.
The black Towncar was there, and as I sat in the backseat, I had to admit Lincoln won in leg room for luxury cars. Charles moved through the aggressive Las Vegas traffic with ease, although I'll admit to glancing at the "oh shit" handles. Our survival instinct, the fight or flight of our physiology is in the genes. Ready to meet the client in my corporate logo short sleeve jersey and grey BDU pants, I was happy when we pulled in front of AV Production Company. Charles called in there on his cellphone, and out came receptionist Rebecca Miles to meet me at the door. She looked younger than she sounded, but had been efficient handling our contract, and had a pleasant demeanor perfect for business. Thanks to her I had another cup of coffee, and finally was introduced to Holly Parker.
Wow this was definitely a transgender babe. Absolutely stunning, and with the long blonde hair and black prescription glasses, I had to guess that even straight guys might fall for this A plus in deception. She was very feminine, bubbly really, shook my hand, and hugged me for being her "bodyguard." Admittedly her essence and perfume made me a bit weak in the knees, but I had to be a professional on duty. I think she caught my looking though, and was very perceptive. We went into her office, and discussed what she wanted, and if there were any known threats to her welfare. "No Terry, I have a few unusual fans, but I've not had anyone make me feel scared of them."
Inside I smiled at her naivety and innocence. Despite some more considering pornography, to be anything but debauchery, she obviously was well insulated from its sinister side. If there are one hundred men jerking off over your videos, ones a lunatic capable of endangering you. A thousand. A hundred thousand. A million. That represented quite a big number of potential threats, and I did of course, inquire if any staff had recently been fired or resigned. None on that. My plan was to get her to the Adult Movie Awards with Charles, and also have one of my employees follow us in surveillance style as a safety element. You can never plan for these public events enough, even with lots of physical and technical security in place. I looked at blueprints of the Mirage, paying especially close attention to the auditorium and seating areas. There were no cat walks or other danger spots, and with metal detectors in place at the three doors with search teams, I did appreciate having those in place.
Holly hugged me as I left, and did what we call in the business "an eyes on," mission. Charles dropped me off at the Mirage and told me to call him when done. Walking around this place, I was stunned visually by the amount of bling, money, and of course casino slot machines. Sin City lived up to its name, as prostitutes and pimps, handed out cards advertising their services. Randall Flagg of Stephen King's "The Stand," it made sense why he made this his area of operations. Meeting the private company running the screening stations, I was impressed that they were a well run group. They obviously paid well and trained harder, and it was comforting to know I had a calvary ready if needed. Their owners name sounded familiar, and later on I looked him up. He was in the army's delta force, so now the tight physical security well executed made sense.
Charlie picked me up, and he was very thankful, as I told him to find a place for lunch and it was on me. He was an interesting fellow. One part of my career path I enjoyed was meeting and learning from others. Charlie had done 20 in the navy as a military police officer, and now was doing quite well in the corporate car racket. His main clients were porn stars of all genres, and he did laugh about my "DNA on the seats" crude joke. Yet he was cerebral, and had been putting money to the side, to lease or buy other luxury cars to hire drivers for. He wanted to be the big dog in Vegas, and while that would be years from now, I was impressed with his thought process and execution on his plans. He wasn't all talk, but rather a man of action and perseverance.
It was showtime as a couple days later, I was in the backseat with Holly. Damn did she look good and smell that way too. Hard to believe he hid his penis so well under the short silver skirt ensemble, pink high heeled boots. Holly had mixed pink hair dye into her bleach blonde, and that bright red lipstick did distract me. Her legs were so good looking too, and having eye contact with her as we went over security protocols was challenging. She would yell out a code word, as would I if she was to duck or elude a threat. Then I'd jump on or shoot the perp, as I would give all to protect my clients each and every time. The bullet marks and scars were proof of this, and I got a lot of return customers, who liked my company above all.
Cameras flashed, and various crews were at the main entrance. Before opening Hollys door I scanned the crowd, and also had checked my beeper, that showed my surveillance guy had seen nothing out of the ordinary. Good. I let Holly out, and porno publications asked her all kinds of questions, and requested photos and the like. One man of the production crew had his hands in his pockets, and seemed befuddled when I demanded to see his hands. He simply was putting his hands in there out of habit, not to conceal a weapon, and wasn't thrilled about it. Oh well as I got paid and took my duties seriously. Holly smiled and while I scanned the crowd, the human part of me got distracted for a few seconds, as I was really attracted to this transgender lady. She looked a little bit like Gwen Stefani. Plus her thin figure and 5'5 frame, she was definitely banging.
Holly won transgender pornstar of the year. She was thrilled, and I stood to the side of her near the curtains as she accepted the award. It was a sweet looking trophy, and Holly looked radiant, yet something was off. Instantaneously I lunged in front of her causing a shriek, and jumped on a 70 year old man who was trying to jump on the stage at her. Quickly throwing him down, I pinned him, handcuffed him and found no weapons. The whole place seemed to be watching me struggle with this dirty old codger, as he cussed me out and started dragging his feet. Finally some of the private guys took him from me, and turned him over to Las Vegas's finest.
Upon sitting down Holly gave me a big hug thanking me. She wanted me to hold her trophy too, but I politely declined as I didn't know if other dirty grandpas or weirdos were going to arrive. Thankfully the show continued, and every category and award seemed to be a possibility. No joke, although I laughed inside, was a trophy for best blowjob and anal sex. Las Vegas and the porn industry were a match made in Heaven. What a odd place this was, and after it was over, I escorted Holly to the car in a tight perimeter with one of the private folks watching my 6.
On the ride back to the studio, Holly showed me her trophy, hugged me, and gave me one of her cards. On the back I saw in her cute handwriting, "call me at,". I smiled at her. She grinned back, put her red fingernails on my legs, saying quietly "call me after 10 tonight, as I know the hotel you're at. I want to have a good time with you before you leave." My mouth turned to verbal jelly as I said "sure" but not much more than that, as my balls were full of cum. It had been months since I had gotten laid, and if life taught me one thing, transgender women were better in bed than women were. I got Holly into her office, we smiled at each other, and Charlie got me back to the hotel. I tipped him a $100 bill, even though it wasn't required. Wished him good luck and he was grateful.
The hotel room had been cleaned, and the bed was made by the maids. I showered, and got into tight athletic blue shorts with nothing under them, and a blue Under Armor t shirt. There was wine in the fridge, and the clock seemed to stop moving. Finally 10 showed up, and I called Hollys number. After one ring she answered, and we had a quick chat. Damn her voice was so feminine, and I was really getting amped up. She'd be in room 1210 in 15 minutes. Thankful I took a Valium to relax, and was feeling pretty good, when the knock was at the door. It was her in the peephole.
Stepping inside I locked the door, to a kiss from this lovely transgender lady. Her lips were like refined extra high quality sugar, soft as well. We continued to kiss and soon our tongues connected. Her breathing was getting heavier, and my heart was racing a million miles per hour. I picked her up, laid her on the bed, and we continued kissing as I took her blouse off. Small perky tits in my hands, and soon as I kissed them, Holly moaned. Her glasses were fogging up, so she took them off, as I took her shoes off and moved up that skirt.
Oh wow she had such a nice she cock. Shaved smooth, not big, but very pretty indeed. I felt her shaved balls up too, giving a blowjob with gusto. Holly was grabbing the bedsheets with her red fingernails, and screamed out as I lubed and fingered her tight asshole. Oh yes so this is what pornstars got to do. Lucky. I started to rim her and I sucked her painted red toenails. It was obvious Holly enjoyed this, as the gyrations and hard she cock were evidence enough. All of a sudden she turned my clock upside down, as she voraciously attacked my clothes. Everything fell off into a pile, as she took my rock hard 8 inches of cock in her mouth with unbridled enthusiasm. Oh wow she soaked my shaft, sucked my balls with a torrential pressure, and made me literally scream so loud I thought the whole hotel heard me. It was primal and she kept looking me in the eyes with a look that made me putty. I was as she owned me completely. Soon I mustered up enough strength, hoisting her lithe frame above me, and told her "fuck me baby."
Holly did. Immediately sliding of my cock in her rear, and watching precum on her hard penis and her small tits hardening up, was a sight to behold. Everything from her sweet sweat and perfume, to her kisses, to her rear end tightening up on my shaft was a bit of Heaven. My cock was all the way inside her. I was making love to a pornstar. This was incredible! She moaned as I took her from behind. Damn she had the nicest tanned and toned rear end, and I was inside her, plowing like a farmer does to his most precious crops.
For some time our legs were wrapped around each other, and arms as well as we had each other. Together. Our heartbeats together as her tits were on my nipples, and I felt her penis cum all over my chest. Oh yes she moaned as large amounts came out, and as she cajoled the tanks in my balls, I exploded inside of her as if it had been years. Globs of my cum cascaded one load after another in rapid fire mode. We kissed and hugged. And she was such a sweetheart too. After putting on her pink panties, she got the wine glasses out and poured us some to celebrate with. As we kissed and spent the night getting to know each other, and have passionate love sessions, I knew this was going to be more than a one night stand.