You get to know Valeria

"Yeah, I do, actually," you tell her, looking her in the eye. "Let me get you a drink, then we can sit down and talk about what you have to offer."

"Good idea."

She follows you into the kitchen, and you pull out a chair at the table. You gesture to the seat, and she sits down, smiling and swinging her leg over the side of the chair. You're struck by the gracefulness of her every movement, and how she somehow seems to be aware of everything.

You make her a drink, then sit down next to her. She crosses her legs, and the way she looks at you makes you a little uncomfortable, but in a good way.

"So, what brings you to America?" you ask her, sipping your drink.

"Oh, you know, a girl has to do what she wants. I wanted to try living in the states, so here I am. But enough about me, I think you know what you want. Am I right?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah," you stammer.

"And what is that, exactly?" she says, putting her hand on your leg and squeezing gently.

"I want a... a girl with something extra," you admit, a little embarrassed.

"That's right," she whispers, leaning closer to you. "You want a tranny, don't you? Someone like me?"

"Y-yes."

"You want a hot little tranny whore who knows how to please a man like you. Isn't that right, daddy?"

"God, yes," you breathe.

"Then what are we waiting for?" she says, standing up.

"What, now?"

"Yes, now. Don't you want me?" she says, pouting her lips and pushing out her DD fake tits.

"Hell yes, I want you. Come on, I'll show you the bedroom."