Quick cash

Eight minutes later you exit the taxi and hurry up the steps with 25 credits, a belly full of warm cum, and a story you aren’t sure you will ever tell. Plus the knowledge that if you dress up like a sexy model, well slutty model like stripper, and need money, giving a blowjob really isn’t that bad. You even have to admit while you were quickly bobbing on that thick warm cock, your own was tenting in your dress apparently jealous of the attention you were giving the other. You also have a few phone numbers in your com that promised a lot more money if you need it. Given the time crunch you smiled, took their numbers, and finished your business at hand. Passing through the doors you smile at the girl at the desk, images of that thick meat sliding down your throat. “Hi, I’m Alex.” You say with a smile.

She smiles and checks her computer, “Fletcher?”

“Yes.”

“Funny, it says here you are male, what a silly mistake.” She types a little and for an instant you know you should stop her, but something stops you from saying anything. “Well you are supposed to have had your physical already, but the rest of the applicants are already getting changed in back. Are you healthy?”

“Yeah sure.” You say.

She looks you over, “Fine, I’ll put a note in your file that the doc was busy and to report to medical after the test. Go, hurry out the back door, get changed, and I’ll let the doctor know what’s up. Good luck.”

Running to the back it suddenly dawns on you that you are much better in heels than you would have thought possible. “Odd.”

“Running late will not be tolerated in the future Miss Fletcher.” A stern looking man yells at you as you head to the changing room. You are handed a little bundle of clothes and running shoes and they point at the woman’s room. Suddenly you get a little nervous. Should you really go in the women’s room?