Regina's scary, and sexy Blind Date

I had just finished doing my makeup, finally deciding which blush to use, and I thought I had some time for my meditation. However, Mr. Cobb was early. The gold minidress I wore showed enough legs, ass and tits to make any man horny, and the strappy tanned five-inch sandals, made me feel majestic and queenlike.
Obviously his early arrival killed my free girl time that I used to model before the mirror, which help me to morph into Regina. When Mr. Cobb entered, I liked what I saw and felt like everything was going to be great. Mr. Cobb looked very handsome in a dark blue suit, and white open collar shirt. I could see that he was physically fit and possibly a neat freak, and I didn't know if that was good or bad. He sat and I poured him a drink, then excused myself briefly and went into the bathroom. I took that time to compose myself mentally.
I rejoined him after about 10 minutes. He had finished his drink and gladly accepted another one. My music was playing low and fast and he wanted to dance with me. That was fine, because I love shaking my ass on the dance floor. Music makes me expressive, horny and loose. The music slowed down and he wouldn't let go of my hand. He pulled me close to him and tightened his grip around my waist. He smelled good, and seemed like a sophisticated gentleman, and he was treating me like a lady thus far. I had to smile when I felt his big hard erection push up against me. I was starting to enjoy it at first. He had a nice size that made me suddenly anxious to try him on.
I was jolted from my fantasies when he did the unexpected. Just as he grinded hard up against me he suddenly pushed me back. His face twisted in a mean scowl and his next words shocked me. “What the hell is going on here? Did I just feel what I think I felt? Are you kidding me? You a dude? A dude? I don’t play that shit. You about to get your ass kicked. I ain’t gay. And you better not be filming this shit. There better not be a damn secret camera in this fucking place.”
“Are you for real,” I asked. I was confused and scared. My friend had set up this blind date, but apparently, she didn’t tell Mr. Cobb that I am trans. “What are you talking about,” I asked still as confused as he was. He looked at me not with passion but contempt.