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Our New Year's Eve With The Mob!!
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Renee' and Margot out for a quiet New Year's eve of dinner and some necking. But that's hardly what happened.....
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Renee' with some "Don" guy, and his body guard "Louie"
An invitation came for us to join a party at the table behind us.
The rest is Renee & Margot's legend.......Not to mention the Mafia's
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"Hey Louie! Show the Pretty Girls yer gun!"
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"Not 'dat gun!!! Da' one with the bullets Louie!!!"
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Happy New Year Baby!!
Dear Readers,
Margot and I reserved a table at The Villa, a nice Italian restaurant here in Santa Rosa for what was supposed to be a quiet, simple (like Margot likes things) dinner, and maybe a little dancing, but back home well before midnight 1999. Well, things just never turn out that way for the goo goo girlz, it seems.
We'd cleaned up; Margot in her favorite, flowered long skirt and black top, and I in my treasured, tight black velvet spaghetti strapped tank gown with a teasing slit most of the way up to my pantyless buns. As usual, I kept Margot waiting, but I mused to myself, playfully, that itwas a fitting "payback" for when it is, so often, the other way around. We slipped on our black- heeled sandals, and drove down to The Villa, sitting up on a high knoll above the beautiful Bennett Valley where we live.
The place was jammed with people, and there was a waiting list beyond our reservation time, so we headed into the lounge for a drink. There was no place left to sit so we stood there talking and laughing like the googoogirlz do everywhere they go. Finally, our table was ready and we were seated quite nicely for a change. Walking through a crowd dressed like that, wearing sexy clothes definitely turns some heads, even on New Years, which I immensely enjoyed. I was feeling pretty good, no planes to catch, no phones, no deadlines to keep, and I'd just written here on Transgen to Olivia about discovering "flyee"; that wonderous radiance I like of myself and others. It was a good night for "flyee"; it was New Years, I was with my sweet Margot, and I was dressed to 10s and feeling it too. A good night to practice what I preach. We'd been eating our dinner when this dude from another table, "pops" over to us, leaning over our table smiling, like we were supposed to know him. I studied his face, but found nothing really familiar about him. "Hi! Do I know you?", I asked, smiling cutely?. He said something about somebody saying he should come and say: Hi, or something. He smiled and left. Margot and I looked at each other puzzled, but figuring some lady at their table of several couples had read us, and this dude was going to settle the argument once and for all. I doubt that he did from what I saw at their table, then. Anyway, it seemed like a thoughtless intrusion to us, but my "flyee" was strong and there was no way it'd get me down. Hey, hell, we're two pretty women, and people are going to look. All part of the game to me. Others, in the place were "making out" so we felt free to "smash mouth", and do some light "petting" too. This sent some looks our way, but mostly, we went unnoticed.
We were getting some interesting looks (not peering) from an attractive lady at their table, though. Soon we were leaving, and already outside, when one of the ladies at that table rushed out and said: "you girls aren't leaving yet are you?" I said: "yes, we were, but we could stay a while for a drink" So she invited us to their table.
Margot has been a bit shaky since her attack last month, and somewhat slow to loosen up at places, and sometimes I miss her past Margoesque in public. I'm more like a cloud, not minding being blown about by the winds of chance a bit, so we agreed, and waltzed back in to the lounge. The band was playing while we ordered another round, and I suggested we should check with them so they knew we were still there. I left Margot at the bar and went in. I was immediately welcomed by most everybody there, and inseconds, was sandwiched between two guys having my picture taken numerous times.
I suppose I could have taken the whole thing negatively, but the people were so friendly and all, I just flowed with it to see where it might lead. I think they were awed by my beauty even though I was probably outed to some there. Soon Margot appeared and she got the same treatment with lot's of pictures of us. I always have a camera in my purse so we let them have freedom with it too.
The table was a very mixed, say, a *strange* melange' of folks. There were three older gentleman, all with Italian accents, and..........well....looking like....? "No! It couldn't be!" Yes, we believed we had been invited to some mob figures' New Years Party! I couldn't fucking believe it! Most were from "The City" (San Francisco about an hour away) but at least one couple was from Santa Rosa. We figured at least two of the women were paid escorts mostly because their "dates" seemed so lifeless. In fact, one of the girls' dates couldn't remember her name. I was kind of embarrased for her. Aside, possibly, from the one girl, Tracie, who made eyes at us having dinner, we were, far and away, the most stereotypically attractive women at the table.
Margot is often the dominant of us, but in public social settings where "ice is broken" the duties fall squarely on my "eloquent" social skills ("A'hem") such as they are. My confidence is usually seamless in these situations, and I felt totally in control of the steerage of conversation, and questioning. Soon Margot loosened up a bit, but, again, not like she'd been earlier this year "on the road" doing shows.
The "mob" guys were WAY cool, as were the women, except the one couple; the guy seemed almost fearful of the power we wielded, and his "date" (not all that attractive) was quite outclassed by our presence in all respects. I felt sorry for her, in a way <"can't buy me love">, and the phonyness of the arrangement was quite evident. We, and the "mob" guys kept it all lively though. They loved it, and roared when I zoomed out the 3" of my camera lense and rubbed it against my breast in symbolic sexual gesture. Their stereotypical "wiseguy" voices, looks and demeanor was funny as hell. We felt like we had been beamed down into another lifescape.
Weird!
Margot and I make it quite obvious that we are deeply in love with each other, and we don't mind saying it either. The women were quite enchanted with this; probably this, with our gregarious nature, the thing that took the "edge" off our, seemingly, unlikely presence there. Only one seemed threatened by our presence, but If there'd been a problem, the "wiseguys" would have "taken care of it" "Hey Louie! Get me the gun" "it's jut' a madder of economic Louie...bullets are cheaper than....."
Like I said: Weird! The "wiseguys" bought all of our drinks! I wanted to dance, and Margot doesn't, but Tracie asked me. Now I would have much rather danced with a guy, and I hesitate a bit when a girl wants to dance with me; that it might be for patronizing reasons, showing me "the ropes" (that I already know) etc. But, New Years is a couples thing, and I realized that, and, besides, we were as intrigued with Tracie, as she was with us. Tracie was wearing a short, sexy, seguin party dress with her boobs spilling out everywhere, and she had a warmness to her that was quite appealing. There was this kind telepathy between us. She wore a wedding ring, but I'm sure it was a facade for the dude who paid for her. Strange! He didn't seem to care at alll that we left to dance together. I think she'd easily come home with us in the hottub , than stay there. But, business is business!.......... "Right Louie?"
It all
seemed innocent and unabstrucive enough, though, so we
"crashed" onto the dance floor amist the crowd we
danced, and danced closer. When we stopped, she kissed me long,
but gently on the lips, we hugged. This drew some interesting
attention from many of the others there, but I didn't mind.
There was a cool kind of confirmation in it, quite different from
what I'd experienced. We returned with Margot to the table, and
the obligatory New Year's party favors were handed out; the men
got the black plastic Manhattan hats, the girls got the black,
jeweled, ribboned tiaras. We got tiaras, of course. Everybody
hugged everybody, especially Tracie. We were all
"family"... "Right Louie?"... (as he snapped
out a thick roll of still sticky, freshly minted Monopoly Mony
*100s She was as enamored with Margot as she was with me, and we
shared her for a time before we left. We snapped a few more
pictures, one of just of I and Margot's
caressing hands (?) and traded cards and numbers. The
"wiseguys" left us their card (to a titty club in San
Francisco) "Girls, Hey Renee! Margot!" " you come
don' to da club and and ask for me (Pietro) we take gud care of
yas" Ok?
As Margot and I stepped out into the cool, clear, full moon fevered, Northern California evening, lights sparkling, we were quite amazed by what had transpired in there. Had we been on a double date with men, probably no one would have looked past our beauty, but two tall beautiful women out together on New Years, making out and such...We've learned to make the transition not just as women, but as TS women too. It's what you make of it, your attitude and confidence. When these people saw we were fun girls happy with ourselves, they wanted to share in it. So maybe we were a little more excitement for them, but we had a great time with people that we didn't even know and they truly accepted and respected us.
Instead of a
quiet, hum drum evening, it turned out to be a very memorable
experience.
I love you Margot!
Renee'
"With the eyes of a child"
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