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Trixie Templeton is a Broadway legend having danced in 703 box office hits over the span of her 85 years in show business. Born into a show family Trixie appeared on stage moments after her birth, her mother returned to the stage just two hours after she was born. Getting her start in the dog days of vaudeville Trixie joined a trio act billed as “The Skewer Sisters” comprised of herself and Siamese twin midgets Ing and Ching who took turns juggling and throwing knives at her while she was strapped to a spinning wheel. She captured her title as “One Take Trixie” with her breakthrough performance in the cast of “Gold Digger’s of 1931” where she tapped danced her way up 247,835 steps on a circling spiral staircase in one continuous shot. Having grown up on stage and living nomadically out of suitcases she still found time to marry four times and have seven children. Her union at 13 years of age with Frank Frisco the amazing tight rope walking aerialist who fell to his death while performing the night following their wedding, lasted 3 years and produced two children. During this period Trixie was increasingly busy starring in 259 movies and 236 stage shows and reviews between 1927 and 1939 at the height of the Depression. “The Great Herman Hennings,” the magician made her fortune and himself disappear to South America leaving her with two more children and at 17 she found herself starting over. Ever the survivor Trixie Templeton trooped on and starred in a string of European traveling shows where she became the toast of Paris in a new phase of her career as a sizzling chanteuse. It was during her wildly popular topless version of a “Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” that Trixie spotted the handsome Roberto Rovio in the audience. Roberto had a notorious reputation as a playboy and ladies man with an even more notorious appendage, rumored to be a 13-inch anchor as thick as a piano leg. This 51 day union produced Trixie’s last child and is said to be her most fulfilling relationship. During World War II Trixie entertained the soldiers and sold war bonds on 347 consecutive USO tours, volunteered as a machinist at dozens of aircraft factories, starred in 187 films and musicals, and found herself homeless when a bomb destroyed her 18th century French Chateau that was being used as a hospital and encampment for thousands of refugee Polish orphans. Trixie retired from performing for 25 years while she cared for her own children and the surviving orphans, introducing revolutionary concepts in humanitarian policies as a USA ambassador, spreading a passionate plea for the fair treatment of children prisoners of war. Coaxed out of retirement by famed director and sixth husband Gottfried von Gottfried, Trixie entered her long phase as the undisputed “Queen of Blood Bath Cinema” reigning in over 354 horror flicks of various quality until she went temporarily berserk and murdered her husband with an axe, for which she was eventually acquitted. Most recently Trixie inaugurated a very busy character period by winning the Academy Award for Best Actress playing the supporting role of espionage agent Agnes Marx in the period drama “Mrs. Marx, Spy in the Valley of Communism.” Living her life quietly for the past three decades traveling the world as a representative for hundreds of corporations and the USA Space Program in which she participated as the oldest actress ever launched on a mission to Mars. Never one to rest for long, Trixie at 93 is preparing to take her triumphant one woman show where she dances for 5 nonstop hours, “Toe Tapping Trixie” on a 1253 city world tour.


Mitzi Said...Trixie Templeton 93 was celebrating at her daughter’s golden wedding anniversary party, she took a sip of champagne then turned to her 5th husband Crispin “This reminds me of our wedding day,” she cooed. Crispin turned and glared at her and said, “I’m leaving!” “What the party? “No! you stupid old bitch, I’M LEAVING YOU! “ Crispin had fallen for a younger woman, Gertrude 89 and she was Trixie’s best friend too. Poor Trixie’s heart lurched and tears welled up in her eyes. How could her 24 year old husband of just six months leave her suddenly like this, how on earth will she cope alone. Forcing a smile for a family photograph Trixie blinked back the tears; she picked up her champagne glass, raised it up into the air, sniffed, then bravely toasted the happy couple. That night Trixie arrived home alone and to an empty house, literally empty, Crispin had got home before her and had taken everything, except for the brass ceiling lamp with rotating fan that Trixie spin dries her knickers on, he only left it because it was rusty and smelt of piss, he also left a coffee pot and an old stool, he had emptied their joint bank account too, all of Trixie’s hard earned cash gone, she was now poor with not a penny to her name, she had to pawn the jewellery she was wearing, and the very clothes on her back, she walked naked down the high street seeking out a charity shop she found one, and bought a red polka dot bikini for 50 cents and a pair of shoes for $1.

Since she’d always assumed she’d be with her husband for life, getting divorced at 93 was a terrible blow to her, at first she felt desperately lonely and thought she’d never be horny again, but she slowly began to adjust, she found work as an exotic dancer at a bar called “The Ooze”. After two weeks of been a divorcee Trixie started to crave bedroom action again and was constantly fantasising about how exciting it would be with a new man. It was fellow artiste Elsie, a young slip of a girl at 74 who told Trixie that she pays a male escort once a week for sex. Intrigued, Trixie went into an internet café and scoured the internet looking for male escorts, she couldn’t believe how good-looking they all were, but at $80 an hour they weren’t cheap. But one man caught Trixie’s eye Marc, he was tall and muscular and only 18 and he charged $30 an hour what a bargain! Trixie was shaking with excitement when she rang his mobile number, it felt so forbidden and naughty but she also felt extremely horny, they arranged to meet at the notoriously seedy Alexandra Palace hotel at 10pm the following night. Marc was seated at the bar when Trixie arrived, the place was heaving with men, but it soon emptied until only Marc and Trixie was left seated at the bar. They had a drink and chatted for a bit then the barman came across and whispered something into Marc’s ear, then Marc suggested to Trixie it’s time to go upstairs. She felt so aroused and thought he’d never ask. The room was spacious with a huge round bed, which revolved and on the facing wall was an enormous mirror that covered the entire wall. Marc told her to strip facing the mirror, she began to slowly undress all the while pouting in the mirror as she peeled off her underclothes. “I think they are having a party in the next room, I can hear cheering” said Trixie as she took off her bra and knickers, "Shhhhh my Darling, and come to me" soothed Marc. Trixie had the most daring urgent sex she’d ever thought possible, Marc showed her all sorts of positions all incredible and delicious, after three hours of non stop vigorous sex, Trixie paid Marc $90 before he left in a taxi, the date had lasted three hours she felt totally in control, but also totally pampered, plus the fact she paid for sex gave it an irresistibly kinky feel. As she left the room she happened to pass the room next door it was wide open and Trixie took a peek inside, the maid was bent down picking up used tissues, “It must have been a good show tonight judging by the amount of tissues here” said the maid with a course laugh. What Trixie saw made her gasp, inside the room, were 15 rows of seats it was like a mini theatre in there, but instead of a stage there was a huge two way mirror, Trixie looked at it and saw centre stage the huge round bed, that Marc had made love to her on. Trixie felt cheap, cheated and used but extremely horny!

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  1. Trixie Templeton 93 was celebrating at her daughter’s golden wedding anniversary party, she took a sip of champagne then turned to her 5th husband Crispin “This reminds me of our wedding day,” she cooed. Crispin turned and glared at her and said, “I’m leaving!” “What the party? “No! you stupid old bitch, I’M LEAVING YOU! “ Crispin had fallen for a younger woman, Gertrude 89 and she was Trixie’s best friend too. Poor Trixie’s heart lurched and tears welled up in her eyes. How could her 24 year old husband of just six months leave her suddenly like this, how on earth will she cope alone. Forcing a smile for a family photograph Trixie blinked back the tears; she picked up her champagne glass, raised it up into the air, sniffed, then bravely toasted the happy couple. That night Trixie arrived home alone and to an empty house, literally empty, Crispin had got home before her and had taken everything, except for the brass ceiling lamp with rotating fan that Trixie spin dries her knickers on, he only left it because it was rusty and smelt of piss, he also left a coffee pot and an old stool, he had emptied their joint bank account too, all of Trixie’s hard earned cash gone, she was now poor with not a penny to her name, she had to pawn the jewellery she was wearing, and the very clothes on her back, she walked naked down the high street seeking out a charity shop she found one, and bought a red polka dot bikini for 50 cents and a pair of shoes for $1.

    Since she’d always assumed she’d be with her husband for life, getting divorced at 93 was a terrible blow to her, at first she felt desperately lonely and thought she’d never be horny again, but she slowly began to adjust, she found work as an exotic dancer at a bar called “The Ooze”. After two weeks of been a divorcee Trixie started to crave bedroom action again and was constantly fantasising about how exciting it would be with a new man. It was fellow artiste Elsie, a young slip of a girl at 74 who told Trixie that she pays a male escort once a week for sex. Intrigued, Trixie went into an internet café and scoured the internet looking for male escorts, she couldn’t believe how good-looking they all were, but at $80 an hour they weren’t cheap. But one man caught Trixie’s eye Marc, he was tall and muscular and only 18 and he charged $30 an hour what a bargain! Trixie was shaking with excitement when she rang his mobile number, it felt so forbidden and naughty but she also felt extremely horny, they arranged to meet at the notoriously seedy Alexandra Palace hotel at 10pm the following night. Marc was seated at the bar when Trixie arrived, the place was heaving with men, but it soon emptied until only Marc and Trixie was left seated at the bar. They had a drink and chatted for a bit then the barman came across and whispered something into Marc’s ear, then Marc suggested to Trixie it’s time to go upstairs. She felt so aroused and thought he’d never ask. The room was spacious with a huge round bed, which revolved and on the facing wall was an enormous mirror that covered the entire wall. Marc told her to strip facing the mirror, she began to slowly undress all the while pouting in the mirror as she peeled off her underclothes. “I think they are having a party in the next room, I can hear cheering” said Trixie as she took off her bra and knickers, "Shhhhh my Darling, and come to me" soothed Marc. Trixie had the most daring urgent sex she’d ever thought possible, Marc showed her all sorts of positions all incredible and delicious, after three hours of non stop vigorous sex, Trixie paid Marc $90 before he left in a taxi, the date had lasted three hours she felt totally in control, but also totally pampered, plus the fact she paid for sex gave it an irresistibly kinky feel. As she left the room she happened to pass the room next door it was wide open and Trixie took a peek inside, the maid was bent down picking up used tissues, “It must have been a good show tonight judging by the amount of tissues here” said the maid with a course laugh. What Trixie saw made her gasp, inside the room, were 15 rows of seats it was like a mini theatre in there, but instead of a stage there was a huge two way mirror, Trixie looked at it and saw centre stage the huge round bed, that Marc had made love to her on. Trixie felt cheap, cheated and used but extremely horny!

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