You feel compelled.

Some inner slut takes control. Right. You don’t want to suck cock. You aren’t gay. Though is it gay if you are a girl now? Are you really a girl. You glance down at your flat chest under the thin fabric. Those new nipples are again rock hard. You stroll up to the edge of the deck. There isn’t a step up from outside, plus there is a railing, but their feet hang rather close. If you were to step up and they opened up, you’d have rather easy access. “50 bucks.” You say, one hand on your hip, the other reaching out to receive your pay.

One of them, a buzz cut blond with no real muscle tone, spits out his mouthful of beer, then coughs and laughs.

The other, a similar specimen, darker hair, and more of it, but otherwise forgettable, smiles. “Serious?”

“Eeh. Why don’t you pull me up, give me a hundred, and I’ll let ya both fuck me.”

The blonde taps his buddy, and whispers, “Yo, that’s a dude.”

“Shut up.” His buddy commands quietly. “Okay, come on up.” He says to you holding out his hand. As he does you hear him without him saying a word. “I’m not paying this whore a dime.”