Eromenon vs mature whore

An eromenon for a mature whore

When I looked up to see whose mannequin hands was serving my, I was surprised to find a girly-boy: ‘Something else,’ (s)he smiled, dragging his/her long, colourless varnished fingers across the tablecloth. I couldn't hold myself: ‘You've got the most beautiful hands I've ever seen’ I said... But (s)he blushed and walked away, wiggling his/her doe's arse.
This eromenon comming from The Antiquity had plunged me into lustful dreams: (s)he was wearing a short toga, exposing his/her pale, hairless adolescent legs and... it didn't last, I was woken by the voice of my commensal asking me ‘where to go?’ to continue the evening. As we were two novices in this megalopolis, we had to find out. I mimed for the bill and when the doe approached I took the opportunity to ask him: ‘Try! Vat69’ (s)he murmured, making eyes at me. Once again I was in a dream, but this time with my mushroom and my pussy on fire...
The fresh air revived me; I needed to warm my body and my soul... The saloon was dark, some little asses swaying to the rhythm of a 90s tune that seemed to please the 40+ customers for the most part. The angular, made-up faces of some of them revealed their double! identity; Hurrah! I can meet new people, but! had the blonde girly boy from the restaurant sent us here on purpose?... The downside was that my commensal didn't know about my other universe. Luckily he didn't want to stay ‘because of the atmosphere’... I didn't insist at all; a good opportunity to get rid of him on the pretext that I don't want to go anywhere else and that, tired, I wanted to back home after a few drinks. The male! left, a bit disgusted!
Before settling down at the bar I went to the restroom to refine my look. I took off my shirt and placed the transparent elastic strap (two bras straps tied end to end) around my waist under my 1/2 grapefruit breasts, so that my raised tits and erect nipples would show through my tight blouse.) A lick of eyeliner, some lip colour... and there I was! more suited to my lush world. My burgundy baggy trousers didn't look out of place with my half-changed look; and underneath, my thong and stockings and my varnished toes should complete the picture for a possible fuck adventure. The only bad thing was my bald head...