This choice: The stack of White women • Go Back... Shooting the agents a furious look, you suspect they brought you here 'accidentally'. Fanning out the stack of photos, you admire their beauty. Ratting out the Mob meant you'd done some pretty horrific things yourself, although as a pimp you were redeemed by never having killed anyone. So, you found yourself under the control of the FBI, a victim of your own brand of spying and blackmail.
The taller agent shrugs, as if silently admitting the unvoiced accusation. The shorter one, just crosses his arms daring you to say anything.
"I hope you're not planning on being racist here." The taller man asks.
"Nah." the other agent playfully elbows you in the ribs. "You're more of a sexist, than anything."
Both men smear the pictures together, shuffling the different piles into one.
The variety of women makes you want to recoil, as you look away from the mixed faces looking up from the table. Even the doctor looks put out. Probably his carefully organised files being his concern, rather than your own concern that soon you'd be looking out from one of those particular sets of eyes.
Having had an eye for the ladies, the bustier the better. A fact well-known by the FBI, and part of your downfall, the agents slide various pictures your way.
"How about this one?"
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It's quickly covered, as his partner slides a different photo in front of you.
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Both selections were obviously nano-enhanced, and terrifyingly feminine.
The taller agent shoves one last one across, "We have a winner."
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You physically recoil from the table, you hadn't realised the full range of bodies available. Just wishing you were selecting a male body, you know that option is gone. That last body still sending chills down your spine. Even when you ran your own stable, none of your girls were that endowed. The enhanced back and muscles allowing her to walk, but her purpose in life clear to anyone with a set of eyes.
"It's a guaranteed job." The shorter guard sneers, "You'll never be unqualified for it."
"Just giggle pout, and blow a kiss and any mistake will be forgiven."
Echoes of your own words are fired back at you. The mixed flattery, and subtle undermining eating away at a girls confidence and self-belief. You elbow them and get yourself a little space.
Taking the 'hint' both men back away. The job of unsettling you already done. You still hear their reactions as you browse through the available selection.
If you have to be a woman, you'll make her your choice.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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