Matt leant against the wall in the alley behind the bar counting his tips before hurredly stuffing the wad of cash into his leather purse. Man, this job as a feminised bunny boy sure did suck but at least it brought in a lot more money than what he was doing before.
He pulled a fur jacket over his bare shoulders and started to stumble his way home, still
getting used to high heels.
Staff.’ ‘m gave her best drill seargeant impression, ‘assenrble’ rim tried not
to squirm with discomfort as he stood to attention next to Bridgette. It was back.: that
feeling of intense shame and humiliation that he had somehow managed to push to the
back of his mind over the past few months had returned with a vengeance at the
thought of being confronted by an outsider, his parole officer no less. Mrs. Smith came
down the line and inspected his french maid uniform. adjusting his stockings, tightening
his apron and meticulously examining his makeup. She was just finishing up when the
apartment elevator pinged and the doors opened revealing an overweight balding man
somewhat perplexed by the sight before him. His parole officer, ‘Remember what we
discussed.” Mrs. Smith hissed sharply, ‘I will be listening and if every answer is not what
we practiced, I ‘ll make sure you’re back behind bars before the end of the week.’,’
He was still doing his job as a cameraman but, because of an unforseen event, he also began to start acting.
After the ”Red Hood“ movie, he could have stopped and choose to remain as a cameraman. That was his
dreamjob after all. But, seeing how everyone was complimenting on his acting as red hood, he developped a
liking to acting.
It was summer and as always he still hadn’t clean his room. His mother was angry at him and yelled every single day for a whole month till he finally promised to clean it up. But he didn’t. Yet, his Mum had believed in him and invited her own friends to dinner. She felt so humiliated by her own son that she decided to take harsh mesures : she send her son to a trip.
The fittle brown bird fluttered, leaping from branch to branch. stopping only to glance up at the window momentarily as it continued on its merry way. Freely, it sang softly. taunting him. Felix was no ornothologist but he guessed it could be a mockingbird. It would have been appropriate anyway. he mused as he watched it soar away. leaving him alone in his cage. Sighing with frustration.
It wasn’t long before Aaron and Chloe found mensselves arriving at the studio again, ready for Grace’s last outing as a model. Aaron had agreed to do thls last shoot only because lt pald cash. lle could bare belng a gothlc doll for a day lf lt meant that he ended up with a thicker wallet afterwards.
The two of them were greeted at reoeptlon by the photographer from the Angel’s Grace shoot whose name was Darren. He handed Aaron. fully dressed as Grace. a sheet of paper and explained it was [mt legal jargon that she needed to sign.
Great work, Grace! Let me get a few more and you’re done,” Darren said, as he hurried around Grace, snapping
different angles with his camera. After a dozen clicks of the camera, he announced they were done. Standing up and stretching, Grace moved over to the computer Darren sat behind, eager to see today’s shoot.
You look so cute, Bent”, Sophie said from her seat on he bed.
Thank you so much for coming with us today“.
Chris sighed deeply and leaned against the studio ‘s whitewall. a brief moment of
reflection while the photographer reloaded f’dm into his camera. The spotlights
burned hot and he could feel the latex even tighter on his body than normal. like a
second skin that embraced him. coccooned h’nn…that imprisoned him.
I KNOW YOU’VE PROBABLY HEARD OF THE GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE
PEOPLE. LADIES ON THE INTERNET WHO WILL TAKE YOUR MONEY AND
PRET END TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, AND YOU GET WHATEVER THAT
MEANS BASED ON WHAT THE TWO OF YOU AGREE. BUT THE SERVICE
I DISCOVERED ON A LITTLE BACKWATER SIT E. A LOT MORE DIFFICULT
TO FIND THAN THESE ORDINARY WANT ADS. WAS THE ALTERNATIVE
GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE.