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I had a conversation with a Transgender woman I know and she expressed how difficult it was sometimes to find a partner that would accept her for who and what she was, I took that inspiration and ran with it. Of course, me being me, there are only happy endings in my universe.
Les Bois is a fictitious bar just south of Austin, Texas, who knows, maybe someone will get inspired and make it a reality. The description of the motorcycle ride is and honest depiction of one of the bets day-rides you can find, Google The Devils Backbone and you can find some pictures.
As always, your comments are what I live for, please tell me what you think, I love to hear the good and the bad, it’s how I get better at what I love to do.
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It wasn’t what Phillip had envisioned but it was still very successful, nestled in a large stand of live oaks, his small bar was always busy, the sand volleyball pit, horseshoes and washers, even corn hole, it was supposed to be a friendly sports bar in a rustic setting. He called it ‘The Woods’ because of the surrounding trees, in French it translated to ‘Les Bois’ and that was what was on the sign. The puns and innuendos were endless and the Americanization of Bois garnered him a predominantly gay clientele, but, like I said, it was very successful, so Phillipe didn’t complain, he adapted.
I sat at the outdoor bar talking to Phillipe and watching a group of sweaty hard bodies flail around in the sand in a ferocious game of volleyball. If I had been dressed appropriately, I would have been out there in the midst of them, getting hot and sweaty with cute guys was one of my favorite pastimes, unfortunately, it rarely ever went further than the volleyball court.
I was on an island of sorts. I didn’t regret any of the choices I made to get here, but that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to deal with, the hormones, the surgeries, and electrolysis, even the endless exercise to keep my girlish figure; at 6’3″ and 185#, I was not petite by any measure but had long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, nice boobs, a thin waist, and a truly great ass sitting atop a pair of very nice legs. By most standards, I was hot, the problem was most guys didn’t like my little extra, most girls and the gay guys didn’t like that I was a girl, and the lesbians, well, my penis was a definite no go, so I sat at the bar and talked to Phillipe and watched the sweaty, sand covered hot bodies while my crotch made me very aware of my situation.
Oh, I got lucky every now and then, wandering off into the trees with someone that wanted to swap blow jobs and was horny enough that they didn’t care about much else. I had buddies that I rode my Harley with or watched the games with, friends from work to go to lunch with, and a few girls I could talk to, but I didn’t have anyone special, anyone to cuddle with, anyone to wake up next to and be glad they were there, anyone to hold tight as we enjoyed the afterglow of our tryst; I wasn’t sure I ever would.
“Stop torturing yourself, Mon Cherie,” Phillipe laughed as he slid another beer across the bar, he was the closest thing I had to a best friend and I had shared my frustrations with him in detail.
“But Brian,” I bit my lower lip, “and that hairy chest, couldn’t you just eat him up?” Brian had just dived into the sand to make an incredible save, smiling broadly as he got up, dusted himself off and got back into the moment, he reminded me of a young Sean Connery. Unfortunately, he was very taken by an equally gorgeous guy named Greg that had a striking resemblance to George Clooney.
“Life is just so unfair,” I smiled at Phillipe and picked up my beer.
Phillipe laughed again; I knew he wasn’t gay as did everybody else, but I also knew he understood, he had left a very bitter ex-wife in Paris when he moved to the states, it had been a long dry spell for him, too. Not many women understood that he was straight and owned a gay bar, the hours he worked made it even more difficult. The offers he did get, while plentiful, were mostly from his patrons and not quite what he was looking for.
So, we commiserated and laughed at our frustration in the wealth of ‘available talent’ that always seemed to be, for very different reasons, just out of our reach.
“You game?” I smiled at Phillipe as the sound of a bike pulling up out front drifted through the bar.
“Sure, why not, it’s not like you’re going to pay your tab anyway,” he smiled.
I watched intently as they walked out onto the patio, taking a table underneath one of the larger oak trees. A tall black man, obviously in great shape with immaculate and expensive leathers with a fairly petite woman that bore a strong resemblance, also in full leathers of the same quality; a striking couple, but not quite a couple, I made mental notes.
Phillipe, moved around the bar and headed over to take their order, stopping to chat and ask a few very specific questions before he came back to grab their beers.
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“He’s old school, Harley definitely, possibly a classic, but I’d bet on a Road King. The girl is with him, but not his girlfriend, maybe his sister. So, how’d I do?” I smiled at Phillipe.
“Dammit, Vicki, how do you do that? The Road King is a ’94, and yeah, it’s his sister.”
“It’s my gift,” I smiled waving my now empty beer bottle at him.
As an insurance investigator, my attention to detail and my uncanny ability to read people came in very handy. The bike, well, I had grown up around them, my dad and I played a game seeing who could recognize them by their engine sound, I never won, but I was very good at it. Besides, the low rumble of a Harley V-twin was the single most distinctive motorcycle sound in the world, and he had the look of a man that appreciated the best, so Road King. As for the girl, they were definitely related but the way he touched her was more fatherly than romantic and she was too old to be his daughter.
I turned my attention back to the volleyball pit, crossing and recrossing my legs as the fit bodies played in the sand and sun.
“So, you ride?” It hadn’t hit me how tall he was when he walked in. I looked up at him, his smile was a little crooked and his eyes so brown, I could have gotten lost in them for days.
“Um, yeah, yeah, I do,” I patted the helmet on the bar next to me.
“We’re kind of new to the area and were wondering if you knew of any day rides that might be worth a few hours on a beautiful day like today.”
“I think I know just the thing. You mind if I tag along?” Brian and Greg were choosing sides for another game and I didn’t think I could stand watching them much longer anyway.
“I think I’d like that, I’m Victor, by the way,” and that little piece of trouble is my sister April, I didn’t know whether black men could blush or not, but I was pretty sure the color of his cheeks changed ever so slightly.
“Now that’s funny,” I laughed, and he looked at me confused, “I’m Vicki.” His confusion broke into a wide grin
The area west of Austin is some of the most beautiful land in Texas, rolling hills covered with oak and cedar, rivers and small creeks, incredible vistas, perfect for a ride. We headed South through Wimberly, then West out the Devils Backbone through Blanco, stopping in Luckenbach for a beer, of course, before making our way into Fredericksburg where we spent a couple of hours wandering up and down Main Street window shopping before we headed back to Les Bois.
We talked about a bunch of stuff, I answered a lot of questions about Austin and the surrounding area and Victor and I listened to April complain about having to move from California to Texas, away from all her friends. We never really talked about ourselves. I got the feeling that Victor was avoiding something, and I knew I was, but it had been a very nice afternoon and a better ride.
The next month, I was in Ft. Worth looking into a warehouse fire that smelled suspiciously like someone had rubbed a couple of insurance policies together, the company was in trouble and the contents of the warehouse were about to be seized by the bankruptcy court to pay outstanding debts when the main power box shorted and the whole thing went up in flames. I convinced the foreman to talk to me, with his help, we found some high end merchandise stashed in a couple of storage units not too far from the warehouse, from there the pieces just fell into place, the guy not only lost his business he went to jail for insurance fraud and arson. It was all just so stupid, destroying his life by trying to salvage a little of his failing business. I loved my job and hated it at the same time. It helped that my bonuses were based on what I saved the company, and I had saved them a lot.
The hard bodies were at it again and this time I was right in the middle of the action. Between me, Brian, and Greg, we had won three straight matches before I finally threw in the towel. Covered in sand and sweat, I headed to the bar only to find Victor and April sitting there, April was flirting with Phillipe in fluent French, and Victor was watching me and trying not to stare, I decided I might like it if he stared, just a little.
“You really hold your own out there with the guys,” his eyes made their way up my body to my mine.
“Thanks, you should play with us some time.,” I smiled my best smile and took the stool next to Victor.
“That would not be pretty,” he laughed, “I was good at making offensive linemen look silly in college, but volleyball, not really my thing.”
“So, what are you doing now, you mentioned you guys were new here the last time I saw you?”
“Engineer, decided to use my head instead of my body, actually got drafted by New Orleans in the fourth round but turned them down.”
He went on to explain how he had gone home to Philly, worked for a local engineering firm while April was away in France going to school, ultimately opening his own consulting firm. He had done what he thought was the right thing, buying a building in an at risk neighborhood and remodeling the upper floors into his offices while letting a local open a BBQ joint on the ground floor, everything was going great, he had rented out the entire building and the restaurant had become very popular.
He was making enough from the rents to make ends meet and even his consulting business was starting to take off. Then some cop shot a kid, right and wrong flew out the window; we’ve all heard the story a dozen times. The rioters burned his building to the ground, he took the insurance money and left, landing in Austin where he was starting over. April had decided to tag along, had gotten a teaching certificate, and was going to be teaching French at a private high school when classes started in the fall.
My turn, military police out of high school, I was good at it, too; too good. Quickly moving from general patrol duty to investigative work, I busted a full colonel selling government supplies on the black market. He went to Leavenworth, but his connections ruined my career, so I signed on with a large insurance company as a fraud investigator, six years later, here I was playing sand volleyball in a gay bar. I decided to leave out that the company I worked for was not only fully supportive of my transition, but their insurance covered it.
I had avoided my big secret but I knew I would have to face the music sooner or later; maybe he would understand, for now, he was too gorgeous to ignore and he liked me, so I was going with it.
Brian and Greg walked up, and I introduced them, warding off their suggestive glances at Victor with my best ‘don’t you dare’ look, they laughed and we all moved to a table leaving April to flirt with Phillipe. I was almost immediately the topic of conversation as Brian and Greg told story after story of my antics at the bar.
We all laughed, and I think I developed a permanent reddish hue in my neck and face. When Victor reached over and put his hand on my arm after Greg told the story about how I tried to hit on Brian the first time, my heart about stopped, I looked at him, he was laughing and smiling, his eyes sparkled, his body and feet were pointed at me, and he was touching me; his laugh slowed to a chuckle and our eyes met; I grabbed my purse and excused myself to go to the ladies room.
“He’s been here every weekend since the first time, looking for you,” Phillipe had seen what had happened and was waiting for me outside the restrooms, “April says the ride you took them on is about all he talks about.”
The look of panic on my face said more than I ever could.
“Mon Cherie, you will have to tell him, and the sooner the better, no?”
I ran, locking myself in my house, buried in fear, doubt, and self-pity, even calling in sick on Monday. I cursed myself for opening up to Victor if only just a little bit, how stupid was I to get lost in his charm and good looks, especially when I knew it could never be. I just couldn’t face the rejection again, not from Victor, not from someone I wanted so badly.
Phillipe had covered for me, telling Victor that I had gotten sick and refusing to give him my contact information, he also chided me for being such a chicken, “you can’t hide in that box you built for yourself forever,” he said, “one day you will have to come out and if you don’t hurry, you will be all alone when you do, and that would break my heart.”
I knew he was right. I knew not everyone would hate me for what I was. I knew that Victor might not care and that maybe he could be as good a friend as Phillipe had become, but I also knew that even though I had only seen him twice, it was special. Friendship was not what I wanted from Victor, and how could he ever want someone like me the way I wanted him to want me?
The case was complicated and while it looked like it was going to be a valid claim, the builder just reeked of insincerity and deception, I felt like I needed a shower every time I met with him and so I had asked for an outside expert. The company had hired a local consulting firm to go over all the building designs and to do an extensive on-site inspection of the damage from the building collapse, I was in a conference room, drinking bad tepid coffee waiting for their representative to arrive with their report. When I heard Victors voice behind me, I dropped my coffee, it had been six weeks since I ran out of Les Bois.
“Feeling better?” he joked.
“Fancy meeting you here, they didn’t tell me it was you they hired,” as much as I tried I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, he was even more gorgeous in a business suit.
We spent the entire afternoon going over his reports, he really knew his stuff. I asked him questions and he did his best to explain, at very key points in the structure, someone had used poor quality rivets, bolts, and girders in the substructure, görükle escort bayan so poor that it was almost a guarantee that the building was going to fail, it was too specific to be random and it had all been just a matter of time. Fortunately, the building collapsed on a Sunday and no one had been hurt, but a lot of people could have been killed. So, now I knew what and why; it was always money, I just needed the how; and had to prove it.
“I missed lunch, you hungry?” Victor’s crooked little smile was so damned charming, “we can talk more over dinner, if you want.”
Oddly enough, the topic of the building never came up over dinner, instead, Victor told me all about how April and Phillipe were doing, she had even managed to get him to close the bar for a night so they could go out on a real date. I apologized for running out on him like I had, and he lied and said he understood. When he asked me if he could see me again, I lied and said sure.
The fact was he was my expert witness, and we were going to be talking a lot as my investigation progressed, probably even more once the FBI got involved and criminal charges were brought.
Victor called to ask me out and I made excuses, he called again, and I made more, it got to the point that even our business conversations were stilted, but every week or so, he would try again and I would say no.
I finally found the thread I was looking for and started pulling, my investigation was moving again and the builder’s story was unraveling, when I had enough, I called my contact at the Bureau and pulled in their resources. It was their search warrant that found the invoices for the faulty materials, they were from a foreign company that had sourced them from another company with connections to a country on a very specific restricted list; Homeland Security was now involved. A week later we were all together at the local FBI office going over everything; insurance company lawyers, the FBI, the builder, and his lawyers, me, and Victor.
The builder played dumb claiming he was just skimming off the top by buying cheaper materials and had never believed the building would collapse, when he found out what he was really up against, he sang like a proverbial canary, giving names and dates and contact numbers. He knew he was going to prison; he was now doing everything he could to make sure it wasn’t in Cuba.
“God Dammit Vick, just stop!” Victor was practically chasing me to my car.
“Victor, please, I just can’t do this,” I could feel the tears welling behind my eyes.
“Listen, I don’t know who hurt you, but I am not him, I promise. Let’s just try, ok? I mean I see how you look at me when you think I don’t notice, I can hear the conflict in your voice when you tell me no, and I absolutely know how I feel when I’m around you; you are the single most amazing woman I have ever met…” he went on like this for five minutes before I cratered, tears streaming down my face, I fell into his arms and let him hold me until there were no tears left.
He and April were hosting Thanksgiving, Phillipe was even closing the bar to come so any excuse I had was useless. I was surprised to see Brian and Greg there too, they claimed that with the bar being closed, they had no other home to go to. It turned out that Victor was the cook in the family, April claiming, quite proudly, that she could burn water, everything was excellent, and we all had a wonderful time.
Victor walked me to my car, slipping his hand into mine and turning me to face him, “listen, it means a lot to me that you’re here tonight. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here. Whatever it is, I’ll do my best to understand and we can deal with it together,” he leaned down and gave me the sweetest kiss.
“Thank you, you deserve better than me, you know,” I gave him a little smile.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he squeezed my hand, “whenever you’re ready.” He smiled and let me go.
I cried myself to sleep when I got home but the tears were different, I felt the huge weight I had buried myself under starting to lift, I just hoped it didn’t bury me for good when it came crashing down again.
Victor never pushed, he just took what I had to offer and made me feel like the queen of the universe every time we were together. Victors business was booming, and Phillipe had sold half interest in Les Bois to Brian and Greg so he could take more time off to spend with April.
My bonus was fricking huge with the Ft. Worth warehouse and the building collapse, I had literally saved the company hundreds of millions of dollars and I got one percent so for Christmas and New Year’s, I booked me and Victor, April and Phillipe on a trip to Jamaica for ten days; a cabana with two double rooms, one for the girls and one for the boys, it was going to be perfect, until Phillipe screwed everything up by proposing to April on the beach before we even got unpacked. She had screamed “Yes,” and my plans were gone, out the window, kaput; I was now sharing a room with Victor, something that everyone but me seemed to be very excited about. Maybe, just maybe, in an exotic location with enough rum, it wouldn’t be so bad.
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