Transvixen Tranny Rock Band Ch. 06

As it turned out Michelle arrived the Chelmsford Dance Hall to find it quiet except for the stage hands, sound technicians, and the bar staff setting the place up.

Ron Vogle the sound tech came over.

"Hey Michelle. You didn't get the message? The band decided not to rehearse today; they reckon they've got the show down pat," he said.

"I tend to agree but it would have been nice to know. I'm going to get a coffee and I'll back in about two hours to change into Cherri," Michelle sighed.

Ron looked around guiltily.

"Ahem... Phil and Panti are already here. They went out back to practice their vocals," he looked down at his shoes sheepishly.

"And how long has this been going on?" Michelle asked.

"Well they've both been getting here early for at least the last four days," Ron answered.

"Ok Ron. Can you turn down my reverb during my Emerald solo and crank up the sustain; it sounds better," Michelle replied.

"Sure Cherri sorry I mean Michelle," he shook his head looking confused.

"That's ok Ron. I'm going to wander out back and practice on my own."

Michelle had no intention of practising; she wanted to see what Panti and Phil Benson were up to.

Phil had already told her that he had a 'thing' for Panti and Michelle was eager to see what they had going on.

The groans and gasps coming from Panti and Cherri's dressing room gave away what was going on before Michelle even cracked the door.

Panti and Cherri Pops had their own dressing room, more for a sense of decorum than anything else and they both liked it because they could hang up their clothes and do their makeup in front of the big mirror with the vanity lights.

Michelle opened the door carefully only just a crack so she could peek inside their dressing room.

Panti was perched on the edge of the vanity table with her legs over Phil Benson's shoulders; her head thrown back in rapture as Phil stood between her legs, holding her thighs as he fucked her.

Panti leaned forward and kissed him and he kissed her back, dropping her legs so that her heels crossed behind his back.

Michelle felt guilty but continued to watch until they came; their ecstasy evident as they orgasmed. They clung to each other kissing and caressing each other.

After they had came and adjusted their clothing Panti sat in Phil's lap and they kissed and caressed each other. They were tender with each other like lovers, not just a couple engaged in a casual encounter.

"So you going full throttle tonight again babe?" Phil nuzzled Panti's ear.

"Yep. I'll drink a gin and tonic before I go on and then throw one or two over me so I reek of it. You know it's just part of the act," Panti kissed him affectionately.

"Yeah I know. Drunk rock and roll trannie guitarist goes apeshit on stage! I know the crowd loves it but I still get jealous when you show off your knickers and flash the punters," Phil whined.

"Babe; the best thing that ever happened to me was when you forced me to see what I was becoming and told me how you felt about me. I know Wendy loves me like a mother should and Cherri or Michelle or whoever the fuck she is now cares for me. But when you accepted me for what I am and said that you loved me, even if I was determined to be some sort of rock and roll slut; well that just blew my mind," Panti replied.

She hooked her arms around Phil's neck and drew his face to hers.

"I know it's only been five days but I really dig you babe. I love that you love me and I'm falling for you but I've got so much to work through," Panti sighed.

"I'm here for you Panti. Whenever and whatever you need," Phil kissed her on the nose affectionately.

"Anyway let's work on that part of Cat Scratch Fever where you play over my vocals and see if we can get it tighter," Phil picked up his mike and Panti picked up her guitar and flicked on the practice amp and the PA.

Michelle quietly closed the door.

"Well fuck me! Who would have thunk that!" she beamed with delight.

"I know Phil told me he fancied her but who would have thought he could fall in love with her in seven days."

"Anyway if the whole drunken tranny slut thing is just an act then Wendy is going to be so relieved," she smiled.

As Michelle had Wendy's car at her disposal and no need to rehearse she drove home to select an appropriate gown for her dinner with Tony after the show.

Michelle played close attention to her fellow lead guitarist during the evening's performance.

Panti skipped along the stage, her skirt flicking around her thighs, as she played the opening aria of Paradise City and of course the crowd was captivated. But Michelle watched Phil Benson, the lead singer of Transvixen, it was obvious that he was not only captivated by Panti but devoted to her. Michelle smiled to herself and then hit the hard chords of the intro.

It was also during their Americana set whilst playing Welcome To The Jungle that Michelle noticed Phil wink at Panti as he sang "And you're a very special girl who's very hard to please. You can taste the bright lights but you won't get them for free."

To a casual observer it looked like Panti was up to her usual on stage drunken highjinks but Michelle realised now that it was an act. Her moves were actually carefully choreographed and she never missed a note. Was Panti finally becoming professional?

Michelle and Tony deliberately did not discuss business over dinner.

Michelle wore an ankle-length red satin gown worn low on her shoulders, with long sleeves; split to her thigh and a red satin strapless bra that pushed up her small breasts and matching red panties. She had slipped into black stockings; thigh-high holdups, because the fabric of dress clung to her body and she didn't want a suspender belt to ruin the sleek lines. She accessorised with red kitten-heels, silver jewellery and her long blonde hair was combed out straight and worn down to her waist. It glistened in the subdued lighting of the restaurant. Her makeup was dark and striking; her lipstick bright red.

When she arrived at Bocca di Lupo in Tony's limousine he was waiting for her at the curb and opened the door for her. She smiled when she alighted from the limo and her dress split open to reveal her long legs all the way up to her thigh. Tony couldn't help but stare.

"Miss Murphy, delighted you could join me," Tony offered Michelle his hand as she stepped out of limo.

He kissed her fingers and handed her a red rose.

"So many roses Tony," Michelle smiled and crooked her arm through his.

As they entered the restaurant all the heads turned.

"They're all looking at you because you are so beautiful," Tony said graciously.

"Or because you are so handsome," Michelle squeezed his hand.

"Or because they all owe you money and they are worried you might take to them with a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild ," she scoffed.

"You are a very audacious young lady. But you should know that if I ever subjugate a debtor in a restaurant I use a bottle of cheap Australian Shiraz," he chuckled.

Michelle was impressed with the splendour of the place but was determined to remain unaffected.

Tony pulled back her seat and pushed it in behind her when she sat. He dismissed the drinks waiter with an order and gallantly flicked her napkin and placed in her lap.

"How did you know what I wanted to drink?" Michelle engaged him mischievously.

"We are having the best dry martini you have ever had," he replied.

"Well it better be; as I have never had one before," Michelle blushed.

"It's simple really. One part Noilly Prat original dry vermouth to two parts Bombay Sapphire gin with a dash of orange bitters. Stir for twenty seconds, strain into a classic cocktail glass. The zest of a lemon twisted and wafted over the glass. And a single olive," Tony grinned.

"I hate olives," Michelle smirked.

"Being of Italian heritage, I beg you to try the olive," Tony reached across the table and gently took her hand.

The drinks arrived and Michelle was delighted with it once she took a sip. She couldn't help but tease Tony and she licked the olive seductively on the cocktail skewer and then crushed it between her teeth.

Tony gulped and waved to the waiter and ordered dinner for them both and the accompanying wines.

Over the entrée Tony started to engage Michele in serious conversation.

"So you are now living full time as a woman. I approve. You are an elegant, beautiful and vivacious young lady," he said, swallowing a morsel of prawn.

"I don't need your approval Tony. I'm doing it for me and for no one else," Michelle countered.

"I apologise; I just meant that you are a beautiful woman and your magnificence should not be wasted," Tony countered.

"Is the what you told Theo and Christopher Balzono when you shared me with them," Michelle took a long draught of her wine.

"I apologise again and lay myself at your feet. I didn't realise what a beautiful creature you were at the time. The Balzono's have been told that if they even hint at what happened that day they will be sorry they were born," Tony lowered his head and gesticulated.

"Can we please talk of other things?" Tony gestured for the waiters to clear the table.

And they did. Tony turned out to be a man of the world and quite the philanthropist, despite the fact that he was an organised crime kingpin.

Towards the end of the evening as they sipped port and coffee Tony became serious.

"I understand that you are 'travestito', and I know that I treated you with disrespect when you came to my office."

"But ever since then I can't help thinking about you. You are so beautiful, feminine, and delectable. I'm so sorry I disgraced you."

Tony's hand was resting on her knee and he lazily stoked her gossamer-clad thigh. He made no effort to slide his hand any higher up her leg and Michelle found it comforting

"I see you are sitting here in front of me so graciously; and I thank you so much for coming for dinner, I am enraptured by you," Tony took Michelle's hand kissed it.

"Thank you Tony but I really must go. I have to be at Wendy's office at nine and it must be nearly one o'clock in the morning now," Michelle smiled back at him.

"Ah! Wendy and yourself have been unsuccessful trying to find a venue for Transvixen's next concert," Tony raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"I'm not here to talk business Tony," Michelle countered.

"Yes and neither am I but I'm goin to. Just briefly," Tony continued.

"You can have Wolford Hall," Tony said.

"What do you mean?" Michelle replied perplexed.

"Transvixen can play at Wolford Hall as soon as you finish up at the Chelmsford Dance Hall. It holds seven hundred people, has better acoustics and a bigger bar."

"Same terms for the concert tickets and bar sales," Tony grinned.

"I am not here to prostitute myself for a venue for Transvixen!" Michelle looked insulted.

"I am offended that you look upon my offer that way!"

"This is business because I know you are working for Wendy in that capacity. My offer should be held only in that context. I thought it might help you with your internship with her," Tony looked upset and apologetic.

"I will call my car for you," Tony clapped his hands and the Maitre'D and a bevy of waiters arrived to clear the table and acquit the bill.

Tony tended to Michelle's chair as she arose.

Michelle turned to Tony.

"On behalf of Wendy Grayson, I accept your offer for Wolford Hall. Please have your delightful secretary fax the contract over tomorrow," Michelle offered her hand for Tony to shake.

Tony turned her hand and lifted it to his face and kissed it gently.

"That particular secretary no longer works for me. In fact I now have a man; a nephew of mine; less distracting and no bad temper to pander to," Tony smiled and made a causal hand gesture.

"But if I have offended you I am mortified. I so wanted us to have a pleasant evening and be friends," Tony bowed his head.

He led Michelle outside to the kerb where his limousine waited.

The chauffeur held the door open ready for Michelle to alight.

Tony held Michelle at arms distance and kissed her gently on the cheek. Michelle leaned into him and he inhaled her perfume.

She did not resit when Tony pulled her to him and held her tightly and kissed her passionately. They kissed and caressed for a long time and eventually they broke their embrace and Tony held Michelle at arms length.

"You are the most beautiful creature. Te amo mi amor Mon chéri," he whispered and opened the door to the limo.

"Good night good lady. I will call you again; but not too soon. I sense that I have inadvertently made a fool of my personage and dishonoured myself," Tony looked genuinely sad.

Michelle slid into the car and Tony closed the door and looked at her wistfully as the limo drove away.

Michelle's head was spinning. Tony had behaved like such a gentleman all night and had given her a business opportunity, knowing that she wanted to progress a career in entertainment management.

Admittedly he had treated her harshly when they first met in his office; but had he redeemed himself tonight?

This was all playing in Michelle's head, not helped by two martinis, copious amounts of wine and an aperitif.

She lit a cigarette and pondered her predicament.

"Fuck!"

"Chauffeur; do you know where Tony Carlotta lives?" Michelle leaned over the front seat.

"Of course ma'am," he replied.

"Take me there," Michele commanded.

To be continued...