The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

Ace came down to the Dallas hotel café around 10am the next morning for a late breakfast. Candii was already long gone from their room by the time he woke up. As he got dressed, he swore he could still smell her in the room.

With the tour in full swing, she was a busy girl these days. Before coming down for breakfast, Ace checked the kitchen area to see if there was a note from her. Nothing. He checked his phone -- again, no news. Right now, it didn't matter all that much. He needed to wake up. He had a show to play.

Ace dressed, threw his denim jacket on, and caught the elevator. He was hungry.

The members of Ass To Mouth were sitting at a table, making their way through breakfast. Ace approached Pete and Carlos from behind, wrapping a satisfied arm around each of their shoulders. "She signed us up last night."

"What? Who did?" Pete was absentmindedly munching on a piece of toast. "What are you talking about?" He still felt half-asleep. His eyes were bleary as he reached for his coffee.

"Candii," Ace replied, stealing a vacant seat at their table. "We got a record deal. Same deal as you guys, she said."

"Sweet!" Carlos stood up and gave Ace a strong, manly hug. "You got a contract! You dudes fuckin' deserve it. It's not a great deal, but hey, we've all gotta start somewhere, right?" He shrugged optimistically.

Ace leaned in conspiratorially. "I need to tell you something else," he said. "Something about Candii. Something you... might not be aware ...

... of."

Carlos and Pete edged forward as if they were about to learn the nuclear launch codes, but they felt sure they already knew what was coming.

Ace stuttered. "She's... umm... guys, I'm really not sure how to say this, but..."

"Yeah, Candii's trans," blurted Carlos. "We already know." Pete elbowed his boyfriend in the ribs and frowned at him. He wanted to see how Ace would describe Candii in his own words, and he was disappointed that Carlos had let him off the hook.

Ace gasped. "How the fuck did you know already?"

The cat was out of the bag now. "Because she flashed her dick at us backstage somewhere in Canada," Pete deadpanned. "I think it was the same night she signed us."

Ace grinned. "I slept with her last night. She's fuckin' dynamite in the sack." Carlos and Pete glanced at each other, waiting for some juicy details, but right at this moment, Ace noticed the rest of Boipussy arriving for breakfast. "I need to go tell the boys about the deal." He poured himself a coffee and wandered across to deliver the good news. The other four members of Boipussy were ecstatic. They were officially on the first rung of the rock 'n roll ladder.

Buses departed on time and the entourage made their way to an open field somewhere on the outskirts of Dallas. The bands looked over a perimeter fence to today's stage.

The mood today, at least for Swallow Records' two most recent signees, was nothing short of euphoric. Boipussy rocked, full of the adrenalin that comes from ...