The Facilitator smiled when one of the Ushers opened the door to the Main Assembly Hall. He tried to remain inconspicuous.

Didn’t need anybody finding out his true intention for attending services today. Church was in progress, you could hear the singing bursting into his ears.

“Brother, we can kinda hear you in here.”

The Facilitator said, “No problem, I got you.”

“Thanks, brothah,” he said with a wink. “I’ll keep the tone down. You just go back in there and do your thing.”

The Facilitator slipped a hundred dollar bill in the Usher’s pocket.

And the doors closed.

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In came Flawless Fancy.

“You’re so fine,” The Facilitator said, blushing, “that I’m not checking your profile.” He kept his voice low.

Her slender fingers carefully danced across each glowing pearl around her slender, swan-like neck. “I’m a transvestite.”

She was on a natural high from taking her hormone shot (two doses over the regular limit).

He did a double take. “Looking like that?”

“Yes, honey. They call me Flawless Fancy!”

“Well gone, with your bad self. Gahdamn, you look just like a bitch. You may enter.”

He/she grinned with perfect white teeth, all transplanted, of course.

“Thanks.”

The Facilitator asked, “You g’on let me
fuck?”

Flawless Fancy beamed, tossing his/her hair behind his/her head. “Are you gonna break me off some loot? Sucking dick is a business.”

“You give it to me like you’re a woman, moan like a woman and make me think you’re a woman I will give you what you need.”

“I’ll stick to what I want. I’m not cheap. Can I go now?”

“Why are you in such a rush?” He looked around discreetly. “Let’s go in the back closet. Give a niggah some quick head. If you’re so good, how long will it take for you to make this dick spit? You already look like a bitch and talk like a bitch…”

“You’re cute. But I don’t have time to mess with the hired help…”

Go to hell, whore! “Hired help? I am the organizer of this event. Don’t get testy with me, all right?”

Flawless Fancy faked a yawn, smacking his/her lips.

“Remember, follow the rules,” The Facilitator said.

“…As long as they follow me!”

And Flawless Fancy was off to see the Wizard behind the double doors.