Be the host

Crap, you doubt talking to a person that technically "owns" you is worth the effort and the police are less than merciful to males. You did come here to be a host.. "I'll be the host in that show."

The secretary's face drops into a stern look. She leans over and pushes a little intercom button, "Ms. Wilson, there is an applicant for the wheel of futanari show. Ms. Wilson a host for the wheel show at reception. Thanks."

All the futa in the waiting room stare at you as they start to whisper. "The wheel show? I used to love it. Little dangerous wasn't it? Yeah had to be taken to the hospital. So hot though, season 3 host was so fuckable, pity he didn't make it."

The front desk phone rings, the receptionist snatches the phone in panic. "This is Stephanie thank you for calling.. ahh yes. Yes ms. Wilson. We have talent ready yes. Supplies of course." This was not a person Stephanie the receptionist was calm about. "Filming when!? Of course, no miss I never. Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes. Good..." You hear the click of the phone from the other line. She lets out a sigh. "The executives want to push forward with no interview. Consider yourself very lucky. I will draft up the paperwork please go sit down and.. don't fuck any of these ladies.. and hydrate."

As you sit down there is a mad rush to the front desk. Several voices cry out at once, "how do I get on wheel!? What does that mean we aren't doing our show!?"

"HEY! Everyone sit down!" Stephanie rises to her feet, "wheel has professional performers not amateurs, you'll still try out for cum on in once a new male contestant is found." Everyone groans and heads back their seat. Stephanie is quite tall now that you can see her standing and not behind the desk. Her tired eyes sit behind large squared red glasses. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun and she has a tight white buttoned dress shirt with a black business skirt up over her stomach. She glares over at you and you swear you hear her mumble as she sits down, "I'd pound your ass so hard you'd be sorry."

You stare around to avoid her gaze and fall back on kara. She didn't get up with the crowd and is staring right at you with her head on her hand. She narrows her eyes into a smirk as she points to you, opens her mouth to an o shape, grasps an imaginary dick and uses her tongue to simulate what you knew was oral before pointing at her crouch and then to the bathroom door. She was gorgeous, her tight top pushed her breasts together as she leaned forward and her piercing eyes seem to look right through you.

You had never sucked a futa cock and she was gorgeous but then again Stephanie for sure let you hear her talk about pounding you.. she specifically told you not to have sex..

You decide to get up and walk towards..