First Night at Pink Punters- Part 1

Well I finally done it, thanks to Jennifer and Simon over at TVChix.com I spent my first night out clubbing at PinkPunters in Milton Keynes.

Staying at the hotel opposite it took me an age to get dressed, decide the outfit, and generally drink some Dutch courage, OK so it was Boddingtons. I got as curvy as I could, tight red top and hugging satin trousers, with 5.5" black heels.

I had arranged to meet up with some other girls over there at Pink Punters so I knew I would be in good hands. The worst part was stepping out of the Hotel room and then out of the Hotel, I was shaking like a leaf, Lit a fag to calm my nerves, few drags and out I went. Confidently striding across the car park making a straight beeline for the club opposite only to be presented with a 4 foot ditch in the grass to cross in heels. Frank Spencer eat your heart out. Regaining my posture at the path I confidently made it across the road to the club entrance, shit what do I do with my hands, deciding to lose the march, hand on hip and fag to mouth I made for the entrance. The bouncers still amused by my encounter with the grass ditch welcomed me in to the reception where I promptly signed in struggling to find my entrance fee from the tiny purse bag that I was wearing by my hip. (That was lent to me by the missus, who had given me strict instructions not to lose it, little did she know what was to happen with it later in the club).

Now Pink Punters is a Gay and Lesbian venue, where on a Friday (well this one anyway) the basement is Boys/Boys, the ground floor is mixed and the attic was where most of the TV girls where hanging out. You enter via the reception onto the mixed ground floor, I subsequently made a bee-line for the bar passing a couple of Genetic Girls, who by this point where giving me a sort of funny look, me confidently thinking  must be my good looks (but in reality could been look at that guy in drag trying to walk in those heels, who knows) LOL, Confidently ordering 1/2 a pint of lager at the bar and not another TV in site I was still really nervous, again fiddling in the little purse by my side for some change I paid for my drink, the young barman in front of me smiling as if it was no problem, so that sort started to relax me as he wished me to have a good evening. Note the switch from bitter to lager here, male persona to female, never noticed at the time but it's an interesting observation I just thought I would point out.

Now at this point looking round for a familiar face (from tvchix) I remembered an email from Candy who had mentioned about the TV girl who works in the upstairs bar, a tall friendly lass, so I figured that would be a good place to start. Still Looking round I spotted the entrance to the attic and across I went. Sorry to the guy I nearly knocked over en-route in my haste and the girls foot I trod on, honest!

The stairs to the attic where steep and a little narrow only just enough room for 2 people to pass (bit of a story on this subject later), entering the attic to the left at the top of the stairs the bar is situated to the left with an open area straight ahead and too the right at the end of the bar was an opening into an area roughly taking up half the space with about 8 or nine tables. The area was cool and cosy, and of course where most of the TVChix girls where going to be hanging out for the rest of the evening.

Deciding to perch myself against the upstairs bar to peruse the view. I was almost immediately spotted by Jennifer, excitement in her face "Robyn, Hi im Jennifer"

, we made the usual girly greeting, as she called out for Simon to join us, "Robyn's Here, you know, the girl with the shoes", referring to the picture on my profile of me outdoors in my 8" platform heels I guess. Now Jennifer is a long time transsexual and she is absolutely stunning and in a very natural way! Simon immediately joined us, complimentarily praising me on my look, make-up and especially on my figure and the look I had put together, both expressing how glad they where that I had made it and how they hoped I would enjoy my first night out.

A note on my look here is called for, spent a whole evening before hand with the missus trying on different things until I found something that she said I looked good in, so the bum, hips, and clothes were all down to her, however the make-up was all down to me and luckily for me given by the reaction and compliments (shucks) I got all night, it was a look that came together very well. Enough modesty here, back to the story...

Simon escorts me across to meet the other girls.....