Paphos People

WHOOPS!

Rico’s was a trendy bar, very popular and it was the place to be seen in. That’s why the TTS girls picked it for their annual hen party.
The waiter approached the table with his tray loaded with cocktails. He was a ‘John Travolta’ lookalike and used that to his advantage at every opportunity. The hen party was well under way and all the girls were in high spirits.
“Who wants a ‘red hot poker’?” he asked
Amidst a lot of giggling one of the crowd called out
“That’s for me please John”
It didn’t matter that his name was really Darren he was playing a part for the girls and was assigned to them for the entire evening and maybe beyond!
Having distributed the drinks he retreated behind the bar with Roger the other bartender.
“Which one do you reckon tonight then?” asked Roger.
“The blonde drinking the ‘Hanky Panky’ she’s up for it” said Darren “I’m working on her.”

Darren enjoyed his job and the perks that went with it, the owner of the bar was well aware of the arrangement, a hen party at ‘Ricos’ was always popular and for an extra thirty pounds, Darren would do a full ‘Saturday Night Fever’ routine at the end of the night, throwing his jacket away and stripping down to his thong. This was usually kept secret between the organiser of the party and the bar owner. It was a surprising and good way to end the evening.
“You could be John Travolta’s double.” said one of the girls.
“Not nowadays, he’s old now but I look like he did in Grease and Saturday night fever and I’m always looking for a Sandie”
“I’m Sandie” it was the blonde, “can I have another Hanky Panky?”
“You’re the one that I want” he said with a wink.
Back behind the bar Roger was watching his technique and on his return he took Darren to one side.
“How’s it going with the blonde?”
“Like clockwork, later tonight we will be united literally” said Darren smugly.
“I think there’s something you ought to know mate”
“Listen Rog you might be a better barman than me but when it comes to women I am THE MAN! I don’t think you can tell me anything about my specialist subject that’ll be the day!”
“OK don’t say I didn’t warn you” Roger shrugged his shoulders and carried on cleaning the glasses.
The party had gone well lots of flirting and innuendos the manager came over to the girls.
“Would you all like to finish the evening off with the Saturday Night Fever Show?”
“Yessss” they all cried at once.

Darren gave the manager a wink as the Bee Gees started to wail away he danced as good as John Travolta, flinging his jacket into the crowd he undid his bow tie, that too was flung. His shirt was next revealing his toned and tanned torso. The reaction was amazing as stripped to the waist he approached Sandie, encouraging her to loosen his belt. She enthusiastically wrenched it open sliding his trousers down to reveal a shimmering red silk thong!
Darren took her hand and started to lead her off towards the dressing room. The door closed and the music died down. Suddenly the door flew open and Darren ran out with his manhood cupped in his hands. He disappeared into the cellar room behind the bar.

Darren was crouching in the shadows, when the door opened and Roger came in.
“You all right mate, I did try and warn you didn’t I”
“I never expected that” said Darren.
“What do you think TTS stands for?” said Roger with a smile.

TRANSVESTITE AND TRANSGENDER SOCIETY!

well according to Mr Google there are 72 genders ! very confusing , this is why i want to buy a large plot in the forest and hide from the nutters that now control society.