I was completely shocked. When I say completely, of course, I mean completely - both this body and the Roger part of my subconscious. As he knelt over me like that, leering, I couldn't say a word. I was transfixed with expectation as to what lay hidden beneath the fabric of his waistband. Even though I knew that I was here to work for money, that this guy wasn't even someone I found slightly attractive, I knew deep down that he had something he could give me. This body just couldn't ignore it. Thinking to my female self, I knew that he wasn't going to cough up any dough. I still kidded myself that if he got keener then he might give me something.
Laying there silently, I was transfixed as with his left hand he rubbed one of his great pecs, and with the other he swiftly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to around his knees on the floor. My third cock of that short night was straining against the white cotton of his boxers. It looked like him - big - from the hints I was getting.
The other guys were hollering him on from behind me, as Shelly kept their other friend occupied. In the dim light of that back room I couldn't really see what the hell was going on that far away. Still, I was more than distracted by this man. He didn't seem to be this body's sort, that honour was reserved for a guy like Steve, but nonetheless deep in my groin I knew he was a man and that he could satisfy the cravings I was feeling ever more strongly.
"You sure don't look sure to me, doll," he whispered quietly now as he leant in deeper towards me. He reached out with the hand which had been massaging his chest and touched my hip. A shiver went through my body. I knew that even though I'd been leered at and touched by many men I'd never truly tire of it. What was more, I also knew somehow that I rarely got guys in the bar or for more "intimate work" who were as young and fit as these young men.
"Perhaps this will make up your mind," he grinned at me as simultaneously he cupped my right breast and kneeded it with his left hand, as his right hand unhooked from the waist of his boxers and released his giant cock from the flies.
I let out a whimper which must have finally given him the green light. His erection was massive and would have put me to shame in my own body as Roger. This body gave me no time to think about that though as I silently spread my legs to encourage him in. The fact I had no idea what his name or who he was, either as Roger or as this stripper, added to the excitement I felt, but the repulsion I was thinking about.
As he leant in closer I really was staggered at the size of his cock. It was thicker than my tiny wrist. My being longed to be made complete by him. I found myself straining my hips up towards him and longing for him to fill me. He placed both hands on my nipples and began to toy with them. I sat myself up so that our chests were level with each other and found myself looking at those giant pecs.
"This is the way to do it, big man," I whispered to him, now oblivious to his friends. I put both my small hands on those massive muscles protruding like plate armour from his chest and guided him backwards. Now I was straddling him with his back to the floor and I gently lowered myself down on to his midriff. Instinctively he cupped my curvy but dainty hips and guided my weight onto him. As the giant moist head was about to touch my own lingering moistness I stopped. Forcing my knees tight against his own hips. He tried with his giant, strong and hairy arms to pull me down but I resisted...and then dropped myself slowly onto the monster between his legs.
Still shocked by how I was behaving in my subconscious I remarked to myself that I was glad I'd already done Steve. Otherwise I don't think I could have handled his giant cock. As it was it was still a hard job - but I loved it. I felt truly full and complete as I slid him deeper and deeper within me. His great girth was stretching me and completing me. As I released my full weight onto him, and slid the last of his nine inches deep within me, resting on the very bone of his hairy pelvis I almost came immediately.
Then I lost control.
Writhing on his manhood like a wench on a loose stallion I gave him the sexual experience of his life. If he wasn't paying I would indulge myself to the max, I decided to my female-self, nails digging deep into the sensual bulk of his form. His crooked nose and shaved head gave him a dirty appearance which sent this body to mad heights as I stroked his ill-proportioned head. He wasn't beautiful but he was definitely all man as I writhed impaled on this immense erection. Again and again I clenched muscles I never knew women had deep within my groin to maximise his pleasure and to feel completely filled by his manhood. As I rotated my hips down on that marble-like rod I felt like an extension of his body in this dainty form. He just lay back in ecstasy as I rode him so expertly until finally he exploded, pumping me full of his cum again, and again as it was his turn to writhe beneath me. I, however, was not sated, and as his limp cock shrivelled disturbingly quickly I was left feeling desperate for release and angry at the ugly hulk before me.