This choice: You chase the customer back to his table, a confrontation imminent. • Go Back...Chapter #7Adele chased the customer back to his table. by: Mr. George   Her cheeks hot with embarrassment, on the verge of tears. As the customer sat down, his arm snaked around behind her. Pressing against the back of her thighs, she tottered forward until she was pressed against the table, her balance rather precarious.
She squirmed against the encompassing arm, before looking more closely at the customer. Her mouth opening in a gasp of realisation, as she recognised Marie. Or rather Marie if she'd been born male. The same features, just a little squarer, the body stronger, the triumphant smile more intimidating.
As Adele's gaze passed around the small table, she recognised, the male features of all of Marie's transformed friends. Charlene now Chad, built like a footballer, instead of the petite cheerleader who topped the pyramid. Stephanie now Scott, with a wicked glint in his eye. His intelligence clear and undiluted, unashamed. Completing the table was Rachel now Rick, the geek of the group.
With Adele pinned in place, she felt the roaming hands of Chad caressing one full ass cheek. The other receiving attention from Scott, the delight in Adele's discomfort rather too plain. Across the table, Rick took the excuse of distance to not grope their hostess. Although, it was his cough, that broke up roaming hands, as their attention was noted.
"I thought you might appreciate the experience." Mark informed her. His gaze covering her body, with the charm of a slug. She felt a shudder, as if his gaze was leaving a trail of slime over her skin.
"Learn to take a compliment, .... toots."
Too quickly to be blocked, Mark's hand darted up. Firmly pulling her top down, until she was more discretely dressed. Just as quickly, he waved his hand to the bouncer. Proudly showing that he wasn't groping the waitress, instead making her more decent.
Mark quickly gave their order to the still distracted Adele. "This will only last for tonight, if you use your charms, to get enough in tips." His gaze focusing intently on her nips, as he mentioned 'charms', it was clear that Marie/Mark was in charge of the situation.
"Of course, if you want a longer experience, or fail to get enough, you can repeat tonight until you manage."
"Unless it's beyond you." Chad chuckled, his laugh low and filthy.
"Can you imagine, this is all you're made for...." Rick said with a lewd wink.
"Though ...." Scott's insult died in his throat, falling silent, he fell into a limp silence.
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The rest of the night passed in humiliation for Adele, excusing wandering hands. Pretending that the customers had to squeeze past her so close. The snorting sniffs as she passed near certain tables. Mark and his friends were almost well-behaved in comparison. She felt black and blue, from the pats, cheapened by the compliments. Her colleagues were just as harsh, treating her as just another simpering fool, relying on her beauty, to cover some low stupidity.
Adam had never really doubted his intelligence. He wasn't a brain, being more sporty, than studious. But as Adele, she was constantly undermined and insecure, her arithmetic questioned with every bill. Eyes on her shoulders checking her figures, as much as leering at her bust.
Afraid of losing too much in tips, she simpered and giggled at all the jokes, squirmed, faking pleasure at the touches, until the night, until her shift was finally over. Mark and his cohorts had already left by this point, but she still heard his voice, distant but clearly, as she reached the tip jar.
A whisper of 'Congratulations', hissed snake-like in her ear.
Shuddering at the imagined proximity, and sighing in relief, Adele knew she'd never repeat have to this experience.
- - - - -
Pulling on a long raincoat, finally feeling clothed Adele head for the door.
"Ah... but the trial isn't over, you've merely passed the first hurdle." Adam's voice sibillant and eerie.
In the doorframe, the air rippled as if reality were struggling. A customer slipped past, oblivious to her hesitation.
Dreading what was coming, Adele steadied her nerves before stepping though.
1: Adele found herself on the beach, the fashions reminding her of the fifties?
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2: Adele hugged her letterman jacket close, like a comforting presence. Only moments later wondering if it made her more of a target, having to prove her Jock credentials. She couldn't see anything that placed her in any particular decade.
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3: She felt the teasing tickle of the boa, around her neck, and the plain stone walls, worried her, as she took in the scenery and fashions. It looked like the prohibition era. She really didn't want to think on what her job now involved.
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A snatched backwards glance showed no hint of the former workplace, nowhere to return to the eighties....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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