When Jasmine, a Thai ladyboy, moved into a small town in Iowa the locals didn't know what had hit them. She was instantly the talk of the town; initially for being so different and exotic but once she opened her club her reputation spread right across the county and state line.
It was only a really small place with just room enough for eight tables. But you just about had to fight your way to get into her club. Each evening Jasmine would perform her lip synching and dance routine for about an hour, which was just about the most glamorous thing the locals had ever seen. The rest of the time she mingled with her guests, mostly couples because most men were too afraid to come alone, serving drinks and tasty Thai snacks.
Jasmine was, after numerous operations, the absolute epitome of feminine beauty and perfection. She was tall and leggy, slim and sassy with cheekbones and lips that most women would die for. Her pale skin was satiny smooth and her dark eyes sparkled with what most people took to be sheer decadence, but was just her good spirits and fun personality. Needless to say she had many of the local men mighty confused. To look at she was all woman, and when she spoke her voice was flirtatious and fluttered like a delicate bird. But there was a tough side to Jasmine; she took no nonsense in her club. And when she was angry she bellowed like a man, her voice dropped down the scale into a booming bass as she ejected the trouble makers.
Jasmine never set out to broadcast the fact that she had all her man bits, but she never hid the fact if anyone asked. She was just Jasmine, the most exotic flower in that little corner of Iowa; the best dancer many of the men had ever seen, the sexiest woman, the most seductive beast and yet....shit! she had a dick. So most men lusted after her from afar, enjoying the sight of her perfect tits when she stripped off to the waist at the end of her show and wondering where she hid her tackle. But Gary, a big beefy corn and hog farmer, just couldn't take it in.
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