RANSVESTIA

"He isn't a stripper," said Nadine angrily. "He's a true artiste." She buzzed the intercom. "Send David in," she said to Alice, the secretary who had worked with her through all her failures and her present

success.

The girl who came into the room had long hair halfway down her back. It was all waved out from the center parting, with many blonde streaks. She wore huge earrings and very little makeup save for a little brown eyeshadow and a touch of pink on her lips. She wore a tight, black, leather dress, which ended several inches above her shapely knees, and dark stockings with black stiletto heels. The front of the dress plunged to show a spectacular cleavage. Her waist was narrow and her hips wide. She wiggled in the tight skirt across the office and pouted at the men, turning and stretching, her breasts thrusting tight against her dress.

"You-you're David Rennick?" gasped the taller, thinner guy.

"Yes, darling," the voice was a low, sultry contralto.

"David always has been a complete actor for whatever role he has to play," Nadine put in anxiously. "David can sing in his own voice, too," she added, overselling the sexy product in front of their eyes.

"She still needs a girl's name," said the fat man. David turned to him and flicked his long hair over his shoulder, bare save for the thin straps that went over his shoulders and behind his neck. "Have dinner with us tonight, David," said the fat man to the beautiful girl, who smiled and nodded.

She minced and wiggled her way back to the door. She gave them all a big smile and a little wave of her slender hand with the big engagement ring and long, pink nails.

"David's married, of course," said Nadine huskily as both men stared open-mouthed at the door. "To what?" croaked the thin man.

"To Cindy Brenner that was," Nadine was gossiping now. "Or Cindy Rennick as she is now. She's expecting, too, in three months, which is why she had to quit, and David has to work."

"Cindy," said the fat man, sitting up. "That's a good name."

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