While we are on a roll trash talking my old mate Cammi, I thought I'd tell you a little story about Cammi & Carlo. Rewind to 20 years ago in Wellington, New Zealand, and Carlo owned the strip. He had the best bars in the area. Carlo was king of Welly, and he hired my old mate, Cammi, now female, but previously the famous singing and dancing male cross dresser whom had an operation.


Now, Cammi grew up to be a diligent worker. She got control of her drug habit and, these days, you can hardly tell she is off her face on the daily. Back in Welly, 20 years ago she was much less, undercover. Good thing about Cammi is she was very popular with the blokes. They would hang out at the bar and usually the last man standing got to take Cammi home. Carlo loved this because, in hospitality, when it's time to close, it can be a drainer to get everyone out so you can lock the doors. Night after night Cammi got that last guy out, and she was Carlo's favourite because of it. Aside from "Crazy Humming Mary", but that's another story for a different time.


According to Cammi, she was a 7 chasing an 8. I can't comment, I've only seen bad photos of her back then.


Cammi did a solid job working for Carlo, for the most part he was happy with her, but he caught her steeling from the till, so he had to sack her on the spot.


Cammi denied it, despite the black and white camera footage. She stomped her feet out the door. The problem was, Carlo had the best bars in Welly, and Cammi was just as addicted to random sexual encounters as she was Chrystal Meth. The better men were bar flies in Carlo's venues, so Cammi had to suck it. And suck it she did. All of Carlo's 8 inches.


Bingo. Carlo offered her the job back.


Things went ok for a while, until Cammi started to get really aggressive on a younger, prettier bar tender. It went from bad to ugly and Carlo had to ask Cammi to leave again. This time round, sucking it wasn't an option. Carlo wanted the pussy. Cammi was down with that. "Everyone else has already had ago" she said to herself, as she popped her hands on her knees so Carlo could slip it in doggy style. Woof, Woof.


Bingo. Carlo offered her the job back. Reluctantly....


Carlo wasn't down. He told his mates that Cammi made his 8inch monster cock seem small. Cammi was like the inside of a woman's handbag. Think Mary Poppins. That's the problem when you turn your dick inside out, they make them extra large, making the 3rd time Cammi lost her job difficult.


Cammy felt cornered. Carlo graciously refused the wide, unlubricated pussy. As Cammy turned around to leave, he caught sight of her plump buttocks. It wasn't all cottage cheese like it is these days. It was a fine, fine butt, and Cammi knew it.


Cammi didn't waste any time. She stripped down, bent over, (all the way this time) and Carlo went to town. There were moans of pleasure,Cammi hadn't heard that for years. Her first anal experience, the test drive of what she now calls her "back puss". It was going quite well, until everything shifted.


Phew. The stench was uncontrollable. She realised that she didn't douche. She ate a burger for lunch and jumped straight into anal without washing herself out. Rookie mistake, but for Carlo, with a nugget on the end of his nob, it quickly switched from pleasure to something less "tasteful".


Cammi had just shat all over Carlo's dick. There was pooh on his balls, and it stunk. Nothing kills a boner like poop. For most of us, anyway. Carlo was unfortunately like the majority and was less than impressed. It was a deal breaker for him.
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That's when Cammi met Terry, her first tranny mate. She had officially been fired from all of the bars in Wellington, was old news at the brothel, so she packed her crystal meth pipe and jumped on a plane to Melbourne.