After the Market Crash
He was fucking me at the point where guys come to find whores like me when he said, "Wait… don’t I know you? But… you can’t be… Are you Steve Davidson? My old boss?"
"Um… hi Jack… I was hoping you wouldn’t recognize me…."
"I can’t believe it! You were head of the brokerage! And a GUY for fucks sake! And now you’re turning tricks like a whore on the street?"
"Well… not just LIKE a whore… the market was pretty bad… then I did that bad deal in Thailand and had to settle somehow… so they gave me a sex change and mad me pay it off as a whore… I got back last month… this is kind of all I can do now…"
"I can think of some things you can do… In fact I have a position in mind for you already!"
"Really? Like what?"
Soon I was working for my old employee in his office. Only it wasn't the job I was expecting...
"I told you I had the perfect position for you! Now you work for me as a receptionist, and as long as you keep giving me these great blow jobs, I won’t tell anyone who you used to be!"