“I can give you 100 bucks, no… 200! Will you do it?” I asked, hoping against hope!Nikita laughed! A somewhat harsh laughter that conveyed, ‘Oh...you’re such a child!’, and then she said, “I’m not a whore who will suck your dick for money! If you want me to suck your dick, you have to give me something in exchange! A service! Can you agree to that condition?” If she had asked me to work for her for ten years for this one-time service, I would probably have agreed without a second thought at that. "Suddenly Chris started to feel a strange tingling all over his body as ared glow was aimed at him by the being. He felt his honey blond hairgrowing. It stopped when it reached his shoulder blades.All of a sudden, he felt the bones in his face shift and rearrangethemselves into a more softer, more feminine arrangement. His eyes gotlarger, nose smaller and lips fuller. The weird sensation moved on downhis neck, which became more slender. He also felt his Adam's Appledisappear. He tried to speak. ..this for my workout today," he stammered, trying to pull the hem of thesweatshirt down. "She had it sent over to my dorm room this morning." Thesweatshirt slipped off his shoulder, revealing a bright blue shoulderstrap.Jamie scratched his head, trying his best to be supportive of... whateverit was Sam was going through."Well, you certainly look... sporty?"Sam frowned, dropping his arms. "I know... I look insane, don't I?" What? No --" It's just... I've been having these weird dreams lately. ‘Yeah…..’ Jerry sipped at the drink and leant against the bar watching as Patrick poured out another orange juice, ‘Megan is still sleeping, how about Rachel?’ ‘Out like a light still….the delivery is due soon…..we got everything packed up and ready?’ ‘Packed and ready….’ And the two men moved to the back of the bar and through the door to the storeroom sipping their drinks. In the storeroom there were piles of crates of empty bottles, and among them four crates full of illegally smuggled in.