Fat Bottomed

"Explain it again," Pablo said. Douglas sighed. He'd settled his big case, which just left Pablo's case. He'd even negotiated a good settlement, but this was the fifth time he'd had to explain it to Pablo.

"Pablo, maybe we just meet again in a week --" Douglas started.

"No, explain it again," Pablo said. "Use the whiteboard."

Douglas started to write down the numbers on the whiteboard, when he felt his pants drop to the floor. He gasped, looking down, and then behind him. Pablo was inspecting Douglas's pantied ass, thick now from months of hormones.

"As I thought," Pablo said, with a mixture of disgust and desire.

"Pablo, this is completely inappropriate --" Douglas started. Pablo slapped Douglas's ass sharply.

"Shut up, puta. Keep writing," Pablo said sternly.

"I won't --" Douglas stopped when Pablo slapped his ass again firmly.

"Shut the fuck up. I won't tell you again, puta," Pablo said. Douglas quieted, and Pablo nodded approval. "It's obvious you're a bitch. You had perfume on last time. You're wearing panties. Your paunch on your belly has disappeared, and you have a fat ass. Admit it." Douglas paused, privately debating what to say. Pablo had him over a barrel here.

"I'm ... transitioning. You're my last case."

"Define transitioning," Pablo said. He was in complete command now, Douglas noted.

"I'm on hormones. I'd like to live as a woman, although I don't intend on getting the bottom surgery done."

"And have you been with a man?" Pablo asked. Douglas wasn't sure why he felt shy in this particular moment, but he blushed, and nodded.

"Lock the conference room door," Pablo said, sitting down in the leather chair once again. "Get out of your trousers. Lose the suit jacket and shirt." Douglas looked at him glass eyed, mechanically obeying, but his hands shaking. He walked over to Pablo, getting down onto his knees.

"That's a good girl," Pablo praised, his thighs parting. "Come get your treat." Douglas unzipped Pablo's pants, exposing Pablo's thick cock, dark brown and growing, until it was eight inches at full mast. Douglas leaned in, gently sucking on the head, his eyes opening wide when he tasted Pablo's precum.

"I prefer redheads," Pablo said, taking ahold of what hair Douglas did have and pushing him down further on his cock. "You'll need some hair implants, obviously." He reached down, kneading Douglas's small, hormone-fed breasts in his bra, then tugging them out of the bra, his fingers pinching and working at the small pink nipples. "Pierced, here. You are listening, aren't you girl?"

"Yes," Douglas said, tugging his mouth off Pablo's cock, now glistening with his drool. "Red hair, pierced titties."

"Good girl," Pablo said. "You got a girl name?" Douglas bit his lip, kissing Pablo's balls wetly.

"Dana."

"Very nice, Dana. You can finish me off, now." Douglas looked up at him, making eye contact, as he'd learned from Jordan, pushing his mouth deep down Pablo's cock, over and over, in a perfect rhythm, until Pablo shot his huge load down Douglas's mouth. At that moment Douglas came too, unexpectedly, grabbing onto Pablo's hips and holding tightly as he came hands free, shooting a large load of cum, uselessly onto the floor. Pablo and Douglas both panted for several minutes.

"I'll accept the offer, Douglas," Pablo said. "But I have one addendum. Dana is part of the deal."