You should probably go.

“I, umm, I suppose I should go back to my hotel. I don’t know. I really messed up. I missed my interview with Nova Securities.” You say and feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh, no don’t cry. Why didn’t you say something? I mean this is fun and all but I didn’t realize. Don’t worry Frank is an expert at all kinds of fake id’s he can set you up with a new interview easy peasy.”

“Do I need a fake id?”

“Maybe not. I don’t know, I’ll tell you what. We can have Eddy drive you back to your hotel, then I’ll do some looking and see what I can. Deal?”

“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.”

“Okay, then be a good girl and push out all that yummy cum into this bowl.” She then produces a big bowl she must have retrieved at some point during your fucking. You do as you are told, cum squirting and dripping from your asshole. When she is satisfied she picks it up and hands it to you, “Good girl, now drink it all down.” She opens her mouth, puts her finger on your chin saying, “aaaaahhh.” For whatever reason it works, you do as you are told and gulp after gulp down the foul liquid. Several times you gag and retch, but you can't stop, her pretty smile commanding you to obey. Finally, “There's a good girl.” She wipes your chin and mouth with her fingers then lets you suck them clean. “Who's a good girl.” She coos, gives you a kiss, then adds, “Come with mommy.” She leads you to the bedroom and quickly dresses you in a flowery sun dress and very simple sandals. “There now if Frank has Eddy take you to a doc you will be all ready.”

“Doc?” You say quietly. You wait patiently as she brushes your hair till there is a knock on her door. She has a quiet little chat with a tall, sort of lanky yet still strong looking man with black hair wearing old looking black jeans, dark brown work boots, and a drab orange jacket over a dark green t shirt.

Finally he waves at you and says, “Hey whore. You’re mine now.” She looks pissed but remains silent.

He takes you to a sleek looking convertible sports car and helps you in. Speeding through the night air, your long blonde hair whipping free, your belly churning and oh so full, ass hurting, yet also sort of feeling nice, like after a painful deep massage, your cock locked in satin, and dressed like a girl, you can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen to you.

He takes you to a rather creepy section of town that looks like no one has lived here for years, yet as you pull up to a building that someone has broken every window, a man walks out and hands him a rather odd looking device with what almost looks like tentacles protruding from it. He climbs back into the car and hands it to you. “Here they paid me pretty good for a test dummy. Set that in your lap and turn it on.”