“Pick two bouncers on the floor you like princess” Mister Gamboni said as he squeezed my bottom. I scanned the room and my gaze fell on a muscular...guy with short cropped hair wearing a tight t-shirt and tighter jeans, both showing some serious bulges and a tall black guy leaning against the wall watching the men intently as they crowded around the stage, his arms crossed against his open shirt revealing a chiseled chest.Mister Gamboni went to his desk and manipulated some switches on the. I knew that girl was a bitch! But I also knew Max well enough not to say that to his face. It wouldn't do any good. So instead, I went with "how could she do that to you?" and "doesn't she realize what a great guy she's loosing?" I looked at Max. My little brother, now 16, was a really handsome young man, slim and with broad shoulders, strong arms, a nice face and short, brown hair. We could have been twins. The only thing that made us different was that I was more petite, and had small, perky. I could not even tell if she was wearing a bra underneath, since I could not see any bra straps on her shoulders. She was wearing her long blonde hair in a braid that almost reached her little butt and wiggled while she was attending to throw the ping-pong balls.The guy on the opposite side of the table was huge. He had to be at least 195 cm tall, with broad shoulders and extremely muscular arms. I thought he had to be a football or basketball player with that kind of stature. His big arms were. Thanks to my obsessive cleaning, the place was already spotless and organized to the nth degree. New furniture, sheets, and towels arrived and suddenly the place looked amazing. Feminine and tasteful.Practically overnight, my environment had changed to match my body.And then Julia finally brought me something more to read: "The New York Times", "The Washington Post", and "The Los Angeles Times", which I had to read, every day, cover-to-cover. "So you'll have something to talk about," Julia.