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"¿Cómo te atreves a hacer-" (How dare you ta-) Jake started to say angrily, but he was interrupted by the butler, who grabbed Jake's arm and roughly dragged him towards the main entrance, while his breasts were shaking and swaying.
"Get out of here, you slut, and if I see you again, I'll call the police!"
And with these words the butler threw Jake out of the mansion into the cold street and closed the door, leaving a completely naked woman on the front porch.
'What the fuck is going on!' Jake thought, covering his new big and heavy breasts with his arms, and feeling how his nipples were sticking out from the cold, while his legs were covered with goosebumps. 'Why did I end up in this body and why is Magdalena in my bed pretending to be me!'
Suddenly Jake noticed a car speeding towards him, and then his eyes were blinded by the bright headlights, and he raised his hands and his large breasts to protect himself from the inevitable crash.
'Shit!' was the last thing that went through Jake's mind as the car crashed into his soft body, sending him flying backwards and onto the road.
And suddenly everything was plunged into darkness.
...
When he came to, Jake was lying on the cold floor in a dimly lit room. He could feel his body aching in pain, but there didn't seem to be any blood or serious injuries. Bass music was pounding in his ears, voices were shouting somewhere nearby, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, tobacco, and cheap perfume.
Jake opened his eyes and saw the rough face of a large security guard in a black T-shirt with the club's logo. The man was looming over him, shaking him by the shoulders.
- Magda, damn it, why the hell did you get drunk to the point of unconsciousness again?! - the guard growled with such anger, as if this was not the first time. - If you do something like that here again, I will personally throw you out of here! Jake tried to say something, but instead of his usual rough male voice, a thin, hoarse one came out of his mouth:
- ¿Qué?.. ¿Dónde estoy?.. (What?.. Where am I?..)
The guard rolled his eyes.
- Oh, come on! Stop your damn Spanish! You're at El Diablo! Damn, girl, what's wrong with you?! Are you high?! Some guy brought you here in his car, - the guard snapped, pulling Jake up by the shoulders to get him to his feet. - He said you caused a scandal at some rich client's. You ran out into the street almost naked, plopped down right on the road and almost crashed under his car, - the guard chuckled mockingly, getting Jake to his feet. - Luckily, this guy turned out to be a kind person. He brought you here and told us to sort you out. And, by the way, he told us that he no longer needs your "services."