I’d let myself relax and actually enjoy myself. I’d been unprofessional in the extreme and Callie was paying the price for my mistake. Fuck! What ...n idiot!I replayed the conversation with Lucas Smith. Something he’d said bothered me. It took a while before I got it. He’d asked for the microdot and two memory sticks. Two!Pride rushed through me. Trust Callie, the hardheaded, opinionated, stubborn girl that she was, to lie convincingly! Maybe there was hope. I had three.An email icon flashed,. ‘FUCK YEAH!’ said the inner monster. Good thing only I could hear him. ‘You show your usual good taste, Kate, as you all do’ I added diplomatically. We toasted to the contract then adjourned to the dining room where Collette served us all prime rib of bison from my neighbor’s herd with a wonderful winter squash puree and local cherries in a pie for dessert. We drank a great deal of wine or champagne, as both were served. Jazz played in the background. I poured out the pheromones and the girls. And that is how I spend the 2nd half of day number 2, tied to a cash register, with a fake cock sticking out of my underwear, enduring hours of customers staring at my naked legs and panties. We are just getting toward shift end when I hear Logan shout “June, I think that is about enough of you not paying attention. What do we need to do to get through to you! On the boys drinks you’re suppose to draw tits, not cocks, unless you’re instructed differently. Silly girl, you seem to have cocks. "Though now he came to mention it...Chloe felt a treacherous little tingle in her loins.---The bar in town was just starting to get busy when they arrived, Chloe's scanty apparel drawing loads of lecherous looks. The pretty blonde blushed and wasted no time in heading to the toilet to freshen up and take stock of things. Quickly she washed off the remnants of the old man's cum from her cheeks and chin. During the blowjob her eyeliner had bled and she resembled a dirty little whore. Oh my, had.