A stripper? A playboy bunny? A street hooker? They all seemed a little too obvious, and cliche'.What else can I go as? Tony deliberated. Maybe som...thingmore traditional. A nurse? A secretary? A housewife?Nothing seemed to catch his fancy. He had seen that stuffover and over again when guys dressed up as girls at costumeparties.No. Tony wanted something a little different, something outof the way. It had to be something that was very feminine, andsubmissive to show the babes his. "Look bro, you can have anyone you want with what you can do, any girl becomes your slave if you want them too", he spoke with that almost sickening smirk across his face, I knew I couldn't trust him for a second. "Go talk to Robin, she'll talk you through all the boring stuff", he pointed to the elevator.I simply nodded and walked towards the elevator as fast as I could without making it look like I was desperate to get away from him. Something about him just weirded me out. I hit the button. My ego was off the chart, the money and the travel was incredibly tempting but earning money from sex just wasn't appealing to me. I would reason that I was already making money from my naked body but as of yet I hadn't crossed into porn. Of course that was a lot of bull. I already was in the porn industry by being in those magazines. I was only getting deeper into it if I took their offer. I could stop now but most likely there would be no turning back if I proceeded. So I told hubby my. I left some of my weapons behind, but I had all four of my pistols and every spare cylinder, plus a pouch full of loose ammunition. I also had a Bowie knife and an Arkansas Frog Sticker (a modified stiletto about 14" in overall length).My plan was to sneak into camp and to kill as many of the Raiders as I could before I had to leave. That would be done with my knives; the revolvers were along only if I had to engage in a firefight. I devoutly hoped not! If I had to shoot, it meant that I had.