I did call the sister and we had a couple of flings, then her neighbors got suspicious. I asked for her NOT to pay me. A month later, the call was for...a set up and a swanky apartment complex. The customer was a 5’ girl, short (read: Marcy on Married with c***dren) brunet curly hair, small chest, small tight ass, muscular legs (I am a leg/ass man) and looking like the stereotype of a gymnast. As I mentioned above, I wore coke-bottle stereotype of a Japanese man glasses. (Contacts were not. I found it hard to keep my mind on socializing and mingling among everyone there at the party when I'd keep finding my mind drifting involuntarily back to what it was like the moment I pulled Gina's top up and unfastened her bra to expose her sexy small breasts and then felt them in my hands and under my lips. And as I'd always heard and suspected, while Gina's tits weren't that large, they seemed to be even more sensitive to my touch and titillation than women with much larger breasts seemed. The more I thought about giving him his first kiss, the more my excitement grew, and I also felt it slowly turning into arousal. There was a short hall in the back that led to an emergency exit one way and probably an office the other way. It provided enough cover so that the main area couldn’t see us. I took a final look to make sure since I wasn’t a fan of public affection, or at least participating in it. “Alright. I think this is a good spot for your gift,” I said, looking at his face. We. Not muchtomboy left in you, is there?"I laughed at her quip. Stephanie knew that I was really Megan, but shedidn't know more than that. Both she and Julia thought that I was atomboy before becoming a pop star. "Yeah, you can blame Julia for that,"I replied."Sound check in fifteen," said the worker who had shown us to the room,before he turned and left."Sit," Stephanie said immediately. I sat and she wrapped a protectivecover around me to protect my expensive investment. I didn't realize wewere.