The Next Level

I guess my constant looking around for her cued Sheri in further that there was definitely someone in particular I was there to see. The liquor has loosened me up a bit and I'm chatting more about the dancers with Sheri, talking about which ones I liked and such, and she's just taking it all in. There were a few very pretty girls, three shemales who danced also, two of which were pretty hot, but not Taya hot, and she is who I wanted to see.
Sheri sets another two shots down and it's become a reflex now that I just pick it up, clink her glass in a toast, and throw it back. Definitely feeling a bit giddy now.
"You look like you're expecting someone, if you don't mind me saying," Sheri spoke to me as I caught myself looking towards the door in the hopes that Taya was arriving soon. "Me? No, not really, just looking around, you know, taking it all in."
"Hahahahaa! Yeah, right! You can be straight with me, I said it before, we don't judge. You're not just here off the street for curiosity, I don't buy that."
I sit there thinking about what she said, and I wonder why I'm apprehensive about telling here why I'm there. What's the big deal? Why can't I tell a total stranger whom I'll probably never see again that I've got a fetish for sucking shemale cock? Hell, she's here working in a place that caters to people like me. She's heard it all before. I should be able to tell her about this if no one else.
I look a Sheri, take a breath and tell her yes, I am there to see someone in particular. "And who would that be?" she asks with a smirk.
"I saw an ad for girl who said she was dancing here tonight, her name is Taya." Sheri's face is steady, then she looks around like she's thinking, then she turns and looks at me with a devilish smile,
"Oh yeah, Taya, I know her, she's new, very pretty, uh, lady." I feel my face getting flushed a bit, hoping it's the effects of the shots we've shared and not embarrassment. "So you like Taya, huh?"
"Um, well, I don't really know yet, I've only seen her ad, I've never seen her in person yet." I'm looking straight ahead at the stage but I can feel Sheri's stare from my right side, like she's processing things about me. I'm not sure what to think about that or how to feel, so I just sit there staring at the stage, then her hand lands on my thigh and runs up and down it a few times, and rests just a few inches from my cock.