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Chapter 8 by immy2cho immy2cho

Who?

Becka

You exit the elevator to see a futa standing in front of the doors. Shes young, short, stocky and covered in tattoos. Half shaven hair covers one side of her face. She smiles warmly at you. The nerves of the endevor caused you to miss what she said but lukcily she repeats, "Doug?"

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"Yes yes.. sorry. Im doug." You manage to reply.

Her smile makes some of nerves go away, excited but calm at the same time. "Sorry i was trying to get a coffee and was away from the desk, but it can wait. Follow me."

She starts walking down the hall fairly briskly. The tapping of her heels echo in the hallway. You peer around as numerous random pictures, flowers and smiling randoms dominate. The halls seem to go on forever as you chase Beckas heels. The floor seems mostly.. empty. Couple more steps and becka stops in front of two large glass doors. She pushes them open and with a gentle smile beckons you in. The room is bright and over decorated nearly to a fault. Each seat a differenf style of.. uniqueness. One tv screen plays a looping screensaver of a city scape while numerous awards and degrees hang where youd expect pictures. Overall despite the clutter, its a warm room smelling of deep relaxing lavender. You read the paperwork.. masters in education.. phd in neutral science.. best picture 2023 hardcock fair... Faye was well educated.. you wonder why she does porn.

"If youd like to take a seat and fill out this form ill let faye know youve arrived." Becka speaks as she hands you a form. Her large plump breasts hang in your face momentarily long enough to cause some blood to rush to your own erection despite your nerves. Becka pretends not to notice while returning to her desk.

You peer down at the questions, name, address, emergency contact.. standard.. how did you hear about this opportunity. Fairly standard questions including medical history. You flip the page to find a waiver... myfirstfutafell.. reserves the rights.. distribute sales... not liable for damage. A quick sign and you return the paperwork.

"Is this all you needed?" You ask becka not noticing her on the phone. She lifts a finger to ask for silence before covering rhe phone with one hand and responding.

"Yes sorry please take a seat and wait to be called."

Trying to get comfortable is difficult... the chair is a little strange.. and the tv isnt playing anything interesting. After a few minutes a door opens somewhere down the hall. Your heart skips a beat, its..

Who is it?

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