Why, She's A "He"!

“Shit, man!” Claudia said, her laugh excited and frankly sexual, “sound like a lot of fun.”

So now Tina returned to their table, and a minute later, when Claudia returned to the bar, she sauntered over with her drink and took a seat next to Dave.

“I talk to your friend in the bathroom,” she said, gazing right at Dave, “and she tell me I turn you on, baby? Yes, papi? I give you hardon?”

Dave was momentarily numbed into silence, even blushing a little as he looked at Claudia, then at Tina. And as he did, Claudia, licking her lips seductively, discreetly slid her hand under the table. From the way Dave’s eyes went wide, Tina guessed where that hand probably landed.

“Yeah, baby, I think, yes,” Claudia cackled lustily.

They talked. It seems Claudia had moved to the Bay Area from Venezuela a few years ago. She explained she liked wearing the Catholic school girl get-up because as a teenager she had been thrown out of a convent school in Caracas when she was caught going down on a young nun. The nun was protected and sent to teach at another school, but Claudia was expelled. The scandal could not quite be suppressed, she said, her family was in an uproar and a few years later, when she was nineteen, she decided to leave and go to the States. She’d been here for three years now.

“How about we split this joint and go back to my place?” Tina said.

“Nice, good idea,” Claudia said, giving Dave another of her seductive glances.

Dave, usually glib and talkative, even cocky, was acting all mesmerized and puppy dog-like. Tina smiled to herself. Men! So predictable!

Back at her place, Tina opened a bottle of wine and poured out three glasses as Claudia nuzzled up to Dave on the couch, Tina on the other side of Dave, but further back, just watching, knowing what she knew.

“Yeah, baby,” Claudia said, sliding even closer, boldly resting a hand on the crotch of Dave’s pants, the swelling there already apparent, “back in bar all I do was give it quick little feel under the table. Now I can look?”