Scene 28

Laying in bed Jackson felt exhausted both physically, mentally and emotionally and yet sleep wouldn’t come. The stupid fake tits on his chest made sleeping a different animal and top of that his tired mind wouldn’t stop going. Thinking about the office, wrestling with his sister and getting jello in his ass crack, the man that he thought could pummel him in an instant if he had just gotten a little angrier and then what he had done at home. “Did I really sext with Linc? Then I… fuck he sent me a dick pic!” Jackson averted the train of thought away from what he did for sexual release but wasn’t too happy with the new mental destination. “Sending me a picture of your dick, like it is something I want to see…” Jackson huffed as he turned to his side and pulled the blankets up to help cover his body, the apartment had felt so much cooler than it had before his body was kept free of hair and the heater that went by the name Lincoln wasn’t in bed. ‘God why am I thinking about him!’ Jackson mentally growled, forcing his eyes to stay shut.

Eventually the exhaustion won out and the feminized man found himself drifting off to sleep where his subconscious played and dreams filled his slumbering mind. Nothing seemed out of place as Jacqueline leaned forward over the dresser in her and Lincoln’s bedroom, she hummed a little tune as she applied a fresh coat of red lipstick to her lips, her ass swaying slightly as she bent at the waist in an exaggerated fashion. When she saw the bedroom door opening she put the cap back on the lipstick and smiled as she saw her boyfriend, one of the men she was happy to see. Seeing Lincoln coming home made her smile, the man could be a stick in the mud at times, but she loved the way he looked at her. “Welcome home.” She said watching her friend step into the room and throw off his jacket before moving forward to wrap his arms around her.

Time skipped forward in the way things did in a dream, Jacqueline knew she had told Linc that she wanted his cock and hadn’t been able to get it out of her thoughts. Something nagged at her that it was a bad thing that she had been thinking of it at all, but it didn’t matter, she was horny as hell. Feeling his hardness pressed into her rear, Jacqueline pressed her ass backwards more to feel his excitement. She was the cause of it and it sent a thrill through her. Shifting her ass from side to side before turning around on the spot before squatting down and reaching to unbutton Lincoln’s pants and free what she wanted from its prison. Balancing on her incredibly tall heels was less than an afterthought as she took hold of the hard member and opened her mouth to run the tip along every inch of her red lips before running her tongue from step to tip and back again. Hearing her friend's groan told her how much he liked what she was doing, giving herself some mental satisfaction. Jacqueline wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew that it was important to keep Lincoln happy, she needed him to do something, but that didn’t matter right now. Thinking wasn’t really what she was best at, no that was for the men in her life.

The hard cock in her hand slid into her mouth, she could already taste the precum, the ultimate sign was on the right track to getting her creamy reward. A giggle bubbled up from her throat as she thought about how this wasn’t even the biggest cock she had taken lately and as if thinking about it made it true, when Jackie looked up to meet her lover’s eyes she saw Abraham. His thick cock pulsed in her mouth as she sucked on its tip and ran her tongue across it before bobbing her head down. ‘He is a good friend.’ She thought before the dick she was sucking on pushed harder to the back of her throat causing her to gag. Jacqueline squeezed her eyes closed, feeling them start to water as the blow job changed to her face being fucked and it became much harder to breath. Pulling free she coughed and looked up to ask why, when she saw Mr. Dunn, dick hanging free from his pants as he looked down glaring at her.

The man’s expression was one she had seen more than once, he had looked at her like this before, but instead of yelling she only felt a slap to her left cheek and then the right as the man’s dick was swung from side to side. She had a brief thought of him being smaller than Abraham before it connected with her face a third time. Reaching up to took hold of the cock before it hit her again. She needed to make her boss happy, that was part of her job, it was her job to make him happy so she could save people. Who those people were, was beyond her air-headed mind, but she knew it was up to her and opened her mouth to take in the cock once more, but it was pulled free. “Why?” She found herself asking, despite something in her screaming that this wasn’t right. The change in venue with Jacqueline on her knees in her boss's office didn’t seem out of the ordinary, but something in the back of her mind said that her being there was wrong, that she was wrong and how all of this was like being trapped in a horror show. Jacqueline pushed that all back, it wasn’t wrong, it would be if she was Jackson, but she was Jacqueline Hart and she was just doing her job.

“Prove to me you want it.” The voice of her boss Alexander Dunn seemed to boom, causing the walls to shake.

Reaching out Jacqueline’s red nailed fingers couldn’t reach her boss. She didn’t actually desire him, she wasn’t sure that she desired any man. That thought alone made the world around her feel disconnected in an odd way. She wanted to please them… please them because she needed them, but also because it felt good to be needed, to be desired. Sitting there on her knees Jacqueline felt like she had a mission, she needed to do her job she needed to get her hands and lips around…

Sitting up quickly in bed, a cold sweat dripped from their blonde haired covered brow. Jackson reached up pressing both hands to either side of their pounding head, a hangover taking up the now awake feminine man’s full attention. The memory of the dream wasn’t fully lost as he regained consciousness, but in addition to what he felt from the **** of the **** he drank the night before he was also feeling disturbed. A groan escaped Jackson’s puffy lips as he touched himself between his legs, feeling a semi-hard on and cum soaked panties.

Jackson felt dirty and looking over at the clock he saw that there was about twenty minutes before his alarm would tell him it was time to get up. “I miss being able to sleep in.” He thought with a sigh, the days of him getting up fifteen minutes before he had to be out the door were gone and he had to play his cards right to be able to get back to his normal life. “One step at a time. First is something for my head, then a shower, then time to get Jacqueline looking sexy for work. After that she needs to find a way so that we can avoid having surgery. “Bimbo better be up for the task.” He said being self-deprecating.