‘Hello, Mr. Evans. What’s going on with the guards?’ ‘Simple, Mr. Edwards. You’re being fired. We have put thousands of dollars into your re...earch over the past year without an inch of progress to show for it. All you have given us were speculative notes on how to create a chemical to make people more susceptible to suggestion and more readily absorb commercials and other forms of mass media.’ John had just finished the compound, MC-125, but he never entered its progress in his notes. The stuff. Gunther then anounced that when I was done serving up the shots I would collect the $50 dollar "party fee" by giving them each a lapdance. Gunther had brought me to a couple strip clubs in Denver before so I knew what he was asking me to do. I was a little in shock realizing he was pimping me out but I was his bitch so I figured I had to do what he said. And if I was going to do it I was going to do it right so I gave all of those gentlemen the best lap dance you can imagine. By the time I got. I woke up the next morning feeling really weird. Most mornings anymoreI didn't feel I was in the right place, what with being in a differentroom than the one I'd slept in for so many years, but somehow it wasmore intense this morning.The room wasn't the only thing by any means. My body feltuncomfortable, foreign. I had begun to get used to it, but this morningI couldn't get over being so small, having so much hair and of coursenot having a penis.I didn't feel at all comfortable in my clothes. I. It looked like Kathy had bitten off a little more than she could chew this time.I wondered for a moment if I should help her. The wise part of my mind was telling me not to. After all, those two men were BIG. They could undoubtedly kick the shit out me of without even having to set their drinks down. Was the little cock-tease worth it?But fate decided the matter for me. Her eyes locked onto me and came to a halt. An expression of relief showed on her face. I saw her point at me and smile. I saw.