1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    plain. He sat behind a standard metal desk in front of which were two chairs. He motioned for me to sit in one of them. The only other furniture was a file cabinet, and an old sofa that I supposed was there in case he needed to hold a meeting in his office. I fantasized that it might have other uses too, and double as a sort of &#034casting couch&#034 for any &#034special&#034 interviews that he might do in his job as an Assistant Personnel Manager. Paul looked at me for a long minute, and then opened a file folder on his desk saying, &#034I've been looking through your record with us, and it's good. Oh, nothing out of the ordinary, but good anyway.&#034 He leaned back in his chair, and looked me over again. Then he said, &#034I don't want to see anything bad go into your record, but this company does have rules.&#034 He shook his head, and started writing something on a pad. I shifted uneasily in my chair. What did he mean? &#034If you mean the long hair,&#034 I blurted nervously, &#034I didn't think it would be a problem, but...&#034 Paul put up his hand to interrupt me, and said, &#034No, it's not your hair.&#034 He chuckled a bit, and continued. &#034I was referring to your, err... moonlighting?&#034 He sat back again, and said, &#034I think you remember our little meeting last Saturday evening.&#034 I swallowed hard. He had recognized me! A thousand thoughts raced through my head. There was obviously something more on his mind, or he would have just put something in my ...
    file to make things difficult for me here. Then I realized that I had as much on him as he had on me. Paul was married. He even had a photograph of his wife on the desk. The story of how he had purchased a blow-job from a transvestite prostitute was one that he would not want made public. There had to be something more. Paul leaned forward, and spoke again. &#034You make a very pretty girl, err... Bobbi. Much too pretty in fact to be working as a stockboy. You need a friend. You need a friend who might be able to help you over the, err... rough spots.&#034 Paul stood, and walked over to the window. &#034Look at yourself!&#034 he said. &#034Even now, in those clothes, you strike me as more of a girl than a boy.&#034 He turned to face me from where he stood, saying, &#034You know, I thought you looked familiar the other night, but I didn't know why until this morning. Please believe me when I say that I want to help you. I am your friend. I like you very much, and I want you to like me.&#034 I still was not sure what Paul was driving at, but I calmed down a bit. Having a &#034friend&#034 like him could have its advantages, but I was sure that there was still more to this than just a simple friendship. I sat up straight in as ladylike way as possible, and said sweetly, &#034I do like you, Paul, and I'm sorry if you think I deceived you the other evening. I need this job right now until I can figure out a way to live like the woman that I am. I guess that I could use a friend like ...
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