I felt like such an idiot, how could I have let myself get so horny and forget all reasoning. “But what an ass” I whispered looking into space an... day dreaming. “It’s a guy though”! I said in disbelief trying to knock reason into myself. I breathed in and out slowly; “Right”, I said “I have to face this” and I opened the door purposefully. Everything was normal, nothing had happened and everyone was as they were; too busy chatting or working to even notice me. I sighed with relief and went. Still it was embarrassing, even in that skimpy outfit shewas wearing more clothes than I was. "Why have you summoned me? Did you not get what you wished for?" "Look at me. I look like a stripper!!" "That's because you are a stripper, master, er.. mistress. Wow,look at all that money. You must be good at this mistress. " "This is not what I wished for." "But it is mistress. You wanted to be someone she knew, so you arenow a stripper at the same club she works at. . That began my forty-five days in work hell.The demands made of me every day to shut down and transfer and train people to do some of our duties and dealing with my soon to be non-staff took its toll. One Wednesday evening I decided to stop for a drink – or two – on my way home.It was a neighborhood bar I had been in only once or twice, but not alone before. I sat at the bar next to a man may be a few years older. He was tall, over 6’, a bigger guy but solid built. Greying brown hair and. Meghna stood there watching them and she don’t even know when her hands wnet down her pussy and started finguring. She was listening to them while they were fucking saale tere lund itna dumdar hai ek aurat to kum hai tere liye. Meri choot ka sara paani nikaal diya. Kaash koi meri behen hoti to use keheti kay mera saath day. ta kay tera lund santusht ho sakey. For once a thought crossed Meghna’s mind to go there and join them and get that nice dick but she immediately came into here senses and.