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Bob frowned, glaring at Steve. "So you're telling me you’re part of some... some smut operation right here in the plant? And you think you’re walk around the factory grounds dressed like that? Not on my watch, lady."
Before Steve could respond, Bob reached for the phone on his desk. "I think it’s time I had a chat with your director. This is just too much." He started dialing a number, his eyes never leaving Steve.
"Wait, no! Bob, please!" Steve stammered, remembering Lola's angry director, stepping forward and trying to grab the phone, but Bob pushed him back effortlessly. "You don’t gotta do this, man! Shit, I’m sorry, alright? You got me! I ain’t Steve" He rambled on, his voice becoming shrill with panic. "I’m fuckin' Lola, alright?! The chick from the studio! Please, don’t call the damn director!"
Bob leaned back, eyeing Steve with suspicion. He took a moment to consider the situation, his eyes trailing over Steve's scantily clad body, the tight skirt clinging to his new curves. Bob finally gave a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You know, Lola, or whoever you are, you’ve got some nerve walking in here dressed like that and spinning all kinds of crazy tales. But I’m a reasonable guy." His grin widened, and he leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "So, what's it gonna be, little lady?"
Steve felt his stomach drop. 'What the hell is this dumbass talking about?' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. "What the fuck you mean, Bob?" he asked, forcing himself to sound calm, though his hands were shaking as he clutched the hem of his miniskirt.
Bob leaned in closer, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Simple. You give me a little... something in return, and I’ll forget I ever saw you. How’s that sound, sweetheart?"
Steve’s eyes widened in shock. "W-wait, what?" he stammered, not quite believing his ears. 'No fucking way,' he thought, horrified. 'Is he seriously asking me to…?'
Bob's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and amusement. "Come on, Lola. Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. You give me a little taste of what you do best, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. A quickie in the utility room, and you’re good to go."
Steve stared at him in disbelief, his mouth dropping open. "You fuckin' kiddin' me, Bob? You just called me a slut, and now you wanna screw me?" he demanded, his voice rising with a mix of anger and disgust.
Bob shrugged, his grin never wavering. "Yeah, I did. And yeah, I do. What can I say? You got me all riled up, Lola. And it’s not like it’s a big deal for you, right? I mean, it’s not like I’m asking you to do anything you haven’t done a million times before, am I right?"
Steve felt his face flush with humiliation, his anger bubbling over. 'This fucking idiot,' he thought, clenching his fists at his sides. 'This moron thinks he can just... just do whatever he wants because he’s a damn security guard?' "Hell no, Bob! No fuckin' way!" he snapped, taking a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You think I’m just gonna let you do that? You’re fuckin' nuts!" His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the warmth between his legs again as he thought about it. 'Damn, again?! This is ridiculous!'
Bob just laughed, clearly amused by Steve's outburst. "Oh, come on, Lola," he said, his tone mocking. "Don’t be like that. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. And let’s be honest, sweetheart—you’re not in a position to be picky right now."
Steve glared at him, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a way out of this mess. 'Goddamn it,' he thought, his teeth gritting in frustration. 'I can't believe I'm even considering this.' He needed to get inside, and Bob wasn’t going to let him through unless… unless he did this.
But as Bob stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against Steve’s cheek, Steve felt a shiver run through his new body, a sudden wave of unwanted pleasure that made his knees weaken and his breath hitch. "Fuck, no!" he spat, slapping Bob’s hand away. "Get your dirty fuckin' hands off me!"