This isnt what you signed on for, you'll find work elsewhere.

Looking at the Latino man's self important smile, and seeing your boss adjust the bulge in his pants, you have little doubt that your only options are to either submit yourself to these two men, or to loose your job. And being spit roasted between these two men simply isn't an option.

This isn't what I want, you think to yourself. I thought this job was going to be fun, acting flirty and using my new body to make a few bucks, but I wont be reduced to a common whore! You think angrily.

Your boss' deep, rich voice, cuts into the tense silence of the room, "This establishment has a reputation to uphold." He begins, "Our girls are friendly, and security is in place to prevent things from getting out of hand. Our girls are NOT under ANY circumstances to take matters into their own hands. If you needed help, you should have got the attention of one of our bouncers."

He pauses for a few long seconds, allowing his words to sink in before continuing, "Instead, you decided to act on your own, you assaulted a respected customer, and a personal friend." The last two words carry extra weight.

"Now, how I see things, we only have two options here. You can either make up for your earlier behavior and get back to work, or I can call security and have you escorted out." His tone suggests that he has no preference, but the bulges in the front of both men's pants says otherwise.

Stammering, you take an involuntary step away from the two men, towards the door, "I-I can't," You blurt out, your voice unsteady. Your eyes darting between the two men's faces and their crotches, unsure of what will happen next.

Shrugging, your boss reaches for the intercom at the corner of his desk, pressing the button, "Security to my office, we have a former employee to escort out."

Within seconds, the door at your back opens. Turning, you see two large bouncers standing there, looking down at you, "Show her out," Your former boss says.

Without further ceremony, the two bouncers each take one arm, leading you to your locker only long enough to gather your things before pushing you, stumbling, through the back door of the strip club.

Your pulse hammering, you walk around the building, towards the main road that passes near the strip club. Pausing to think, you realize that you dont really have many options at this point: Your most direct path home would be to cut through the park, but that could prove dangerous at this time of night. Your next option would be to take the bus, but you aren't sure of the rout, and it may take an hour or more to get home. Your last option would be to call a cab from the payphone by the road, then wait in front of the strip club for the cab to arrive.