" Robert's eyes were cold; any lovehe had for Charlotte had dissipated."No. I'm the na?ve young princess." She glared up at him.Robert put his hands a...ound Charlotte's neck and squeezed. At first shedidn't struggle she just looked up at him with her vacant green eyes.They were soulless; she had no fear.Robert squeezed harder and Charlotte's face began to bloat and becomered, her tongue swelled and her ears began to ring. She finally beganto struggle. She raised her hands and tried to break. I stuffed the cash in my pocket. I could have walked away right then and there, but something held me back.The older man (who's name was Harold, or so he had said) smiled at me. "Come on," he finally said. "All I'm asking is that you do a little jacking off so that I can watch. What's so hard about that? It ought to be easy for a young, good looking guy like you! Right? I mean, you young guys have got tons of cum. What's a few ounces for an old fag like me?" I'm not gay," I replied to him.. My mother and I sat on the sofa and my "dad" sat on the chair rightacross from us and crossed her gorgeous legs, smoothing out herstockings and skirt.As I watched the obvious show, she sat and smiled a knowing smile whichkind of scared me. My mother had called me Ruby twice so she obviouslyknew all about my transformation. The fact that she didn't bat an eyewhen I walked ion the door should have told me that, but exactly howmuch did they know?"I must say, Ruby, I didn't expect you to be as. I had a portfolio of the projects I had seen to completion; a glowing reference from Frank Channing, and my extensive CV, making me a shoo in for any executive job.Those bastards up on Mount Olympus must have been pissing their togas laughing.March 3rd, 2009. Central London.Blue Chip Executive Recruitment had a swanky office in Knightsbridge, so it was little wonder they charged an arm and a leg to register with them.I was shown into the office of 'my personal vocation attainer', which meant in.