This choice: You approach Jack, and ask for a try-out... • Go Back...Chapter #8You approach Jack, and ask for a try-out... by: Mr. George   You know you have the look, but you spy the door and the bouncer there. Shuddering you realise you have to take on the persona of one of the applicants. You have to fake the bubblegum snapping arrogance, mixed with insecurity. You have to exaggerate the hip-swaying, bust bouncing strut that the girls have to apply for work.
Certainly, your body will get you in the door. It would be an absolute waste to have such a busty girl stuck behind the bar, or getting fondled by the customers as she delivers drinks. You have to sound enthusiastic about wanting to strip. You need to make it sound like your life's ambition is to please men.
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Part of that feels easy, almost too easy, and scarily seductive too. These gynoid bodies are made to be submissive and biddable, you don't want to slip too far down that path, or you might not want the hassle of reclaiming ownership of the club and the girls. Swallowing nervously, you start walking. Afraid if you wait longer, you'll lose your nerve and never regain it. As you approach Jack, your hips piston, and your bust bounces just as you always enjoyed. It's vaguely empowering to see his eyes dance as they follow your jiggly approach.
Stopping inches away from him, you stand there as if silently demanding he know why you're here.
"I wanna work..." you blurt out, in gigglish excitement, "This... is like, the best!" you gush.
Tottering a tight circle on the spot, you allow Jack to admire you from every angle.
"Ya can't tell me, I ain't got the body!" you burst with faux enthusiasm. Planting your tiny fists on your hips, you complete the image of the tiny sparrow daring the huge cat to swat her aside.
Jack smiles indulgently, "The boss ain't in tonight." he confesses. Your bubblegum cheerfulness vanishing for a moment. Too right, you're not here, just this vapid nurse gynoid. Plastering the fake smile back into place. He didn't notice the slip, his eyes firmly on your luscious bust.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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