RANSVESTIA

Alex Barker's dark, handsome face scowled at the blonde woman who rested her hand on his and seductively rubbed a gorgeous leg against his. Her green painted eyes twinkled at his discomfort. Thank god, she wasn't queer anyway, he thought, trying to smile easily back at the soft, pink lips. He looked, at every girl so carefully now. He still wasn't exactly really over the shock of discovering that the firl for whom he'd really taken a fall, and even proposed to, was really in truth a man. He glowered at Jack Arnold. He was the true cause of it all. Arnold's leaving 'Homicide', too, had quickly brought the series to an artistic collapse, and Barker had not worked since. Gloria was playing with him now, playing him along. Amold had told him that it was strictly up to her whether Barker got a part in her next picture or not, with a script written by Jack Arnold, and the most exciting prospect in town for at least two years.

"Sure, Gloria," he said amiably, squeezing her slim hand so that the gossip writers could see. He was well aware of what the next columns would say, particularly as he was a weekend guest at Gloria Sand's new home in the valley.

"Such a beautiful couple," murmured Jack Arnold, ice in his voice. The whole Gloria Sand business had toughened him up in such a way as to give his writing an edge that leant his scripts classic propor- tions.

Alex choked on a bite of his steak, and Gloria leaned over to comfort him. The rest of the meal was strictly for the newspaper people. When they left, a happy group, a more enthusiastic Alex Barker entered the spirit of the occasion by holding Gloria tightly about her waist and giving her a light kiss for the photographers.

Later, that evening, Gloria tiptoed into her bedroom, her see- through nightdress revealing the fullness of her beautiful breasts, her bikini panties revealing a strange bulge between her legs. She slipped into bed and was roughly seized and pulled toward the figure already under the cover. Gloria's hair fell about them as she rolled on to and the figure began to caress and nibble at her breasts.

"Where have you been?" said a cross voice. "I've been waiting ages for you."

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