Frankie goes to work

Frank stands in the hallway stunned. He starts to knock but thinks better of it.
Frank wobbles down the hallway and out into the parking lot. He'd run to his car if he could.
He hears whistles from the construction site across the road. "Hey Bernie, check out the Ho"
Frank's heart races as his situation sinks in.
He drives quickly home and wobbles up to his apartment just intime to start his work day.
Luckly he thought, no one ever sees me during the day.

Frank goes about his day, becoming oblivious to the fact that he looks like a whore. He even starts to
get good balance on the heels from walking around while he's on the phone.
At about noon the doorbell rings. Without thinking he walks to the door and opens it.
A flash goes off and Erica starts laughing. "Expecting someone?"
Frank remembers what he looks like a quickly pulls Erica in a closes the door.
"Give me that picture" Franks says.
"Oh this one" Erica Holds up the camera phone as it dials and sends the picture.
He gasps "Oh my..."
"Relax, I just sent it home. I just came over to see how you were doing" She steps forward
and just Frank a lustful passionate kiss. Frank's dick strains against the panties and he winces in pain.
"Aww poor baby." Erica clips on a nametag to Franks firm breast. It says "Hi I'm Frankie"
Frank looks down. "Why did you spell it "Frankie" and not Franky".
"I always spell it like that"
"But that's the girls spelling"
"Hey toots have ya looked in a mirror today"