Joanna the Tranny Prostitute

Joanna stood on the street corner and casually shifted her posture from one leg to the other. So far it had been a quiet evening for her with few punters around. Not many girls were plying the streets either. She’d had one customer earlier. He had been an Asian guy in a Toyota who’d stopped asking for business and after she’d explained the she was a cross dresser and he had readily agreed to anal sex .He was young, quite handsome and had treated her with kindness and respect. They’d driven to a local builder’s yard that Joanna often used and after exchangeing the money and some small talk had got out of the car and he’d fucked her over the bonnet of the car. It had been all over in literally seconds, Joanna not even removing her thong, just easing it to one side.

When Joanna had driven to the red-light area earlier that evening the weather had been mild but now that the sun had set it had turned decidedly chilly and Joanna was regretting the clothes that she had chosen. Joanna was wearing just a black silky bra over her false boobs, short denim top, a cheap short white mini skirt and black high heels. She’d also decided against wearing hold-ups or stockings and her black lace thong was a particular brief one. Parked cars on either side lined the street and she moved further down to stand under the soft orange glow of the street lamp. Large Victorian villas made up the majority of the houses in the street, most of which had once been home to some of Bristol’s more wealthier merchants but they had now moved to the leafier suburbs and now some of the villas were quite run down.

Earlier that evening Joanna had acknowledged two prostitutes who had waved at her from the bottom of the street near to the Esso filing station. Both were white and in their early twenties, both with stunning figures. One of the girls was blonde and wearing a shiny red latex mini dress with black pvc high heeled boots and the other prostitute, with very short cropped hair, had a very short black leather mini skirt with matching black leather tank top and black high heeled ankle boots. Not long after Joanna had seen them, they had both approached a large silver Mercedes Benz and after a brief discussion had got in and the car had driven off in the direction of Easton.