She clicked her tongue and glanced again at the mirror. She sighed. Almost without thinking she stripped naked and examined her very male body and the still aroused vagina nestled between her legs. This just wouldn’t do. All the hair was gross. She picked up the phone and looked at the application, and smiled.
Ten minutes later the restaurant was still working its way through dinner service. Max the bartender was preparing mixed drinks to hand to Arch to take to table four. “Ugh can tonight go any slower,” Arch whined. “I’m so fucking horny it’s nuts. I’m soaked down there.”
“I feel ya, buddy.” Max replied. “Gonna need to get my girlfriend to wear the strap on tonight.”
Arch laughed and glanced over at the bosses door. “What’s the boss lady up to? Haven’t seen her for a bit?”
“I don’t know,” answered Max. On cue, the office door swung open and a short brunette emerged, her curvy body accentuated by her impossibly tight black skirt. As she walked her large great bounced in her professional white blouse. She walked with purpose, jutting her wide hips with each step. She stopped in front of Arch, her head barely reaching the top of his chest, and looked at him with her adorably beautiful face.
“He Regina,” Arch said, smiling.
“Arch, get back to work, if you don’t mind?” she commanded in her lovely soprano voice. “Max, make me a margarita.” She turned and walked towards the kitchen, her large soft ass jiggling in her tight skirt. Max whistled. “Goddamn she’s hot,” he said. “No wonder I’ve been creaming my panties all night”
“Yeah,” Arch agreed. “Too bad she’s not into men. I’d love to have her fist me.”
Arch looked over and noticed Regina had stopped just outside the kitchen and was playing with her phone. He looked around the restaurant, unknowingly witnessing a flurry of changes to…