Bargain Bin Genie

"Can you put the book down? I'm gonna be late for work."

My breasts jostled in rhythm with my pumping wrist. Breasts that I shouldn't have in the first place. "It's fine, I'm multitasking."

"Look, I'm sorry that stupid genie botched my wish and wrapped you up in this, but neither of us can start our day until you get me off." God, his complaining was so distracting. "Can't we just fuck? It'll be over so much faster."

"Ooh, baby, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl."

It's not that I don't enjoy sex as a woman, but lately Rafael had been making me do most of the work and I needed a break. Besides, I only have a couple of chapters left!

Romantic Getaway

"You're absolutely sure you're OK with this? You don't want to call the front desk and have them put us in the right bodies?"

I rolled my eyes. "For the hundredth time, yes! The whole point of this weekend was to spice things up. If your husband lying in front of you wearing lingerie and stockings isn't spicy, I don't know what is."

Still Mad

"Dude, you have no idea how pissed I am at you."

"Oh come on, how was I supposed to know this is what would happen when I booked the couple's package? I just thought it was an easy way to get free breakfast included."

"Yeah, well, don't get any big ideas."

Bullied

"Fucking finally, you're back. Where have you been?"

"Oh my god, hahaha, I totally forgot I left you feeling up your tits while I was gone!"

"My mom's... tits," I shot back through gritted teeth.

That's How It Starts

Hey there. I have a question that could change your life, but you need to hear my story first. It started as an innocent modeling job. The agent made it sound simple: I'd do ads for local businesses and have beer money all semester. After one session, a woman introduced herself, saying she'd gotten my info from the modeling agency. "I'm working on a project that could pay some real money. Are you in?"

I was a bit surprised she was interested in me. Some of the other guys looked like they had been chiseled from stone and clearly had previous experience. I started to say as much, but she quickly pressed a finger against my lips. "Shh, no need to worry. I want someone fresh, who's open to... different experiences."

Who was I to turn down a paycheck? Of course, you know what they say about a slippery slope. Once you say yes the first time, going just a little further doesn't seem so bad. So I said sure, she could put me in a little bit of makeup to make my features pop on camera. And sure, I could wear a dress for one artistic shoot.

Then you wake up one day and realize you don't even recognize your own reflection. And you can't remember the last time a woman flirted with you, but you know it was longer ago than the last time you blew a guy in a bar bathroom.

So it's a simple question, but really think before you answer. I know a way that you could make some real money. Are you in?