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"Lola! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled, grabbing Steve by the arm and yanking him to his feet. "You know we don't have time for your bullshit!"
Steve blinked, barely trying to balance himself on the high heels he was wearing, staring back and forth at the unknown man standing near video camera, who laughing. Steve tried to pull away, but the director's grip was firm. "Get your filthy fuckin' hands off me!" he snapped, his voice coming out strangely pitched and high.
"Don’t you, like, fucking talk to me like that, Lola," the director snarled, his face inches from Steve's. "I’m so sick of your diva shit. You think just because you’re hot, you can do whatever you want? Think again, babe."
I ain’t fuckin’ Lola, you dumbass!" Steve snapped. "I got no clue what the hell's goin’ on!"
The producer laughed, a mocking sound that sent a chill down Steve’s spine. "Not Lola? Who the fuck do you think you are then, huh?" He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in, his breath hot and foul against Steve's cheek. "And what the fuck is this about, huh? Pulling away like some prude? You’re supposed to be a professional!"
"I'm fuckin’ Steve!" He shook his head slowly. "Steve Donovan! Not Lola, alright?! I’m a big-ass dude, not some skank!"
Before he could finish, the director leaned in, his hand moving to Steve’s rear, giving it a hard squeeze. Steve jumped, a strange sensation shooting through his new body, one that made his stomach twist in disgust and confusion. "Look at you, Lola," the director continued, his voice dripping with contempt. He reached out and squeezed Steve's breast roughly, making Steve gasp and recoil in disgust. "You think you're too good for this? You’re just a piece of ass. My piece of ass. And you’re gonna do what I say, or you’re gonna, like, regret it."
Steve’s face flushed with a mix of rage and humiliation. "Get your fuckin’ hands off me, asshole!" Jane shouted, trying to shove the director away. But her new body was weak, and her movements were clumsy. "I swear, you touch me one more fuckin’ time—ughhhh"
His eyes grew wide as, as the man's large and wet tongue invaded his mouth. It tasted horrible, his mouth filling with the taste of old chewing tobacco. Man's hand, grabbing his breast through the top and squeezing it harshly while another one forcefully pushed his fingers under his skirt.
"Umphp!" Steve exclaimed in shock while trying to free himself while, for some reason, his body reacted differently from what he was thinking – his knees weakened, his nipples hardened through the thin material of his outfit, and he felt a growing warmth between his thighs. "Ugh, umhp, what the fuck, dude—" he exclaimed when the man finally freed his lips to only a grabbed his chin tightly and forced him to meet his gaze.
"Listen, bitch," the director hissed, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tightly. "You don't get to talk back to me, understand? I've dealt with bitches like you, and they always learn their lesson one way or another." He stroked Steve's cheek almost lovingly, then he twisted Steve's nipple roughly.