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Part 9-29 + additional materals
Steve’s eyes widened in shock as the director twisted his nipple roughly, sending a jolt of pain through his body. He gritted his teeth, biting his lower lip, the mixture of agony and arousal threatening to overwhelm him. But just as quickly as the assault began, it stopped. The director’s face broke into a wide grin, and he let go of Steve, who stumbled backward, almost falling over, but the director grabbed him by the arm, helped him regain his balance, and chuckled.
“Alright, folks, let’s take five!” the director announced, his voice loud and commanding. “I need a goddamn break from this diva shit.” He gave Steve a patronizing pat on the cheek and, winking, slapping him hard on the ass as added motivation, causing Steve to yelp involuntarily. “Go powder your nose or whatever the fuck it is you do.”
Steve clenched his fists, glaring daggers at the director as he walked away, but his glare went unnoticed while his nipples hardened, pressing against the tight fabric of his skimpy top, and a warm, unwelcome sensation began to pool between his thighs. 'God, I can’t… I can’t like this,’ he thought, his stomach churning with disgust at himself. He had to get out of here, and fast.
Stumbling slightly on the unfamiliar high heels, Steve adjusted his miniskirt, then reached up, trying to fix the long hair that kept getting in his face, only to feel the silky strands slip through his fingers. With every step, the tight thong dug into his ass uncomfortably, and his breasts bounced and swayed. "Fucking idiot!" he whispered through gritted teeth as he walked toward the exit door. He didn’t know where he was going, but any place would have been better than here.
As he approached the door, a sharp female voice called out, "Where do you think you're going, Lola?!"
Steve turned, irritation flashing across his face as he saw another woman from the set, a tall blonde with a sneer plastered on her face. She wore same miniskirt and tight top, but her figure was much more curvy and her breasts seemed about to burst out her tiny top.
“Ain’t none of your fuckin’ business, blondie!” Steve snapped, shivering when he heard his own words and a voice reminded him a accountant from his factory which if she was angry she always sounded exactly like this, and that usually caused Steve to laugh. "I don’t gotta fuckin’ explain shit to you, got it?" he finished more calmly.
The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, really? You gonna run off and leave us all hanging? Not very professional, even for a cheap slut like you."
"Listen, bitch," Steve hissed, glaring at the woman. "I’m not in the mood for your shit, so fuck off!" and with this words he walked to the door and pulled it with both arms. But door opened with such force that Steve staggered backward, his high heels twisting under him. The blonde giggled, shaking her head.
"Alright, alright," She waved her hand dismissively. "go ahead, princess. But don't come crying to me when they kick your ass out for good." as she finished Steve finally opened the door and stepped forward.
'Fuck her. I’ve got bigger problems,' he thought, glaring at the ground as he tried to figure out where the hell he was going.
He managed to find his way to the main office of the plant, his mind racing with the only logical explanation he could come up with. 'If I’m in this girl’s body, then she must be in mine, right?'