- What?! Are you telling me that ?! Well, say it again, if you are so brave!
- Damn it! I said that if you do not want to lose this job, then stop grimacing and start dancing on the pole!
- You know who I am ?! You know I'm not this fake tit slut!
- I have to adjust who you think you are or who you were - now you are here in my club and I warn you, if you don’t listen to me, you will quickly fly out of here and be an ordinary whore
- What?! Fuck you dude! I am finishing this circus.
Mike was not used to being treated like that - he had a bad temper and always took part in various fights, which he usually arranged and came out of them victorious - this was not surprising with his height of almost two meters and a large body weight. After this conversation, he already thought to start a fight, but he understood that there were little chances, but he decided that as soon as they returned their body, he would destroy everything here to hell. He didn't even care about the money for the experiment.
Mike behaved so bravely in Mendy's body, because he was sure that his body exchange was only temporary and if something did not suit him, he could always come back. So it was, except for one nuance, Mike did not know that when he agreed to participate in the experiment, he signed a very detailed agreement, which stated that he accepts Mehndi's body and life until the end of the experiment and a return is possible if life is not radically changed - in other words, each participant in the experiment should not ruin the life of the present the owner of the body, but in this case an exchange was possible, but if the real owner of the body agrees to this.
He took this experiment too lightly as anything else and to everything in his life. He himself chose Mehndi's life among many - his Mozh mind saw only the opportunity to get a woman's body for free use and the position of "stripper" only triggered his horny thoughts.
In the future, the exchange of bodies became possible, but this was usually a rare measure and very expensive, which only rich people could afford to prolong their lives. Mike was not rich and by accident found out about this government experiment. Everything was completely voluntary and everyone signed a legal agreement that for a month he would live in a new body and receive all the possibilities and full life of this body. But most importantly, at the end of the experiment, everyone should have received a tidy sum of money.
On the first day, Mike spent all day at home exploring the sensations of this new body, but today was his first day at the workplace. Standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room and thinking that he would have to dance in front of a male audience, Mike nevertheless thought that he was upset when he chose this body, but it was too late and he went on stage in front of the owner of the strip club _ Jack. The owner also knew about this experiment and disapproved that Mendy decided to do so. He could not release a new Mehndi just to dance in front of the audience, he had to first check how it works and as it turned out he did it for a reason. When the new Mendy took the stage, not only did she barely get off on her heels, but she also danced completely incorrectly - it looked like some kind of seizures of a sick person. This angered Jack very much and he was not stingy in expressing his indignation. He watched the new Mendy waddle on his heels towards the exit and clenched his fists in rage - this was one of his best dancers and now it's just horror, he already represented the disgruntled guests and considered losses, imagining that Mendy would now dance terribly and would not agree to private dances, because apparently it will be so if she does take the stage.
- Go, go, you fucking whore! Whoever you are believe me, you'll regret it
- Fuck you!
Jack knew from the real Mendy that this was for a month and after a little thought decided that he would have to carry out plan B. He took out his phone and called one of his mischievous
- Frank. Plan B .... What ?! I told you! Heck. Just take her and take her to number 9. Yes, you idiot, to a brothel! Of course she will resist! What?! Don't tell her anything, I'll tell her myself when I come tomorrow. Just tell John not to let her go anywhere.
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