Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 1

Closing the door, Jo immediately raced forward and grabbed her mobile phone as it started vibrating on the kitchen counter where she had left it.

A message from Ricki.

She smiled knowing that it was going to be something naughty. Something probably about having a sore ass and having a long plane trip to endure.

But it was a short, rather sweet message: I've left you a little something under the bed. Deep tongue kisses, Ricki.

Jo laughed and ran to the bedroom. She reached under the bed and pulled out an elaborately-wrapped shoe box.

My sandals, she guessed, smiling. The last time they had gone to Selfridges Ricki had persuaded her that she really didn't need the to-die-for £545 Alexander McQueen Dredge Skull Sandals. Especially since she already had two pairs by the same designer.

Eagerly she ripped off the gold foil wrapping, impatient to smell the new soft leather of the shoes and slip them onto her recently-pedicured feet.

It was only as she opened the box that her subconscious alerted her to the fact that the weight was all wrong, but shock replaced the disappointment even before it surfaced. Something about the rectangular shape of the contents started Jo's heart beating fast.

The little gold embossed card on top of the tissue paper read: Buy your own damn shoes, I'm not your shopper!

And when Jo pulled back the tissue paper she found packets and packets of £50 notes. With trembling hands and tears streaming down her face she counted them. Twenty in total—fifty thousand pounds.

The card beneath them said simply: I couldn't forget my girlfriend now, could I?