Dan walked towards a pink, small car parked near the entrance. It was a 2009 Toyota Yaris. The car was small and looked pretty cheap, however Dan was happy that it was an automatic. After entering the car and starting it, Dan pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive to his new workplace.
As Dan drove his car down the highway towards his new job, he could not help but admire his new body. He could not believe how hot his new body was. He was used to his nerdish build, but this body was completely different. As he drove down the highway he kept looking down at his breasts, admiring them.
"I can't believe that I have tits!" He thought to himself, standing in traffic, squeezing his boobs. It was unreal feeling these huge boobs in his hands, and he enjoyed it. "Hey bitch, stop playing with your titties and drive!" A nearby trucker yelled out his window.
Dan quickly took his hands off his chest and began driving again, trying to keep his focus. It was weird for Dan, a 18 year old boy, to hear such a remark from another man. However, he knew that he was no ordinary man anymore. "Hope he not following me." He thought to himself.
Finally he made his way towards his destination, a strip club called "CandyLand." It was not the best place, but it was a job. He parked the car in the front and taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside.
"Look who's finally here. My little slut Taylor! Why are you cut your hair, baby?!" Dan heard a voice behind him, and felt a slap on his butt. He turned around to see a huge black man, who looked very scary despite the smile which immidiatly left his face after seeing him.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, looking confused. "Why the hell are you in Taylor's body, pervert? What did you do with my wife, bastard?!"
Dan was scared and couldn't say a word. Suddenly, the guy grabbed him and pushed him against the wall.
"I didn't serve 10 years in prison just to find a pervert in my wife's body."
"I'm sorry, mister. I'm Dan, the guy who rents your wife's body for the next month. I was told that she worked here, so I came here to start working. Please let me explain." Dan said.
"You're going to work here? Are you serious? I don't know why the hell you picked her body, but Taylor doesn't work here anymore. I'm her husband and I don't want her to work in a strip club anymore. I told her that, so she should have told you."
"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Connell. I think that you and your wife have different ideas about what is best. I'm not a pervert, I just sign up with Newlife because I'm not happy with my life. And I want to have a try at someone else's life, that's all." Dan said.
After thinking a while, the man released Dan. "Hm... So, you're gonna be Taylor for the next month, eh?! Well, since I'm already here, and I've been missing my girl, I think you can do me a favor. You understand what I mean, don't you, Dan?" He said, putting his hands on Dan's tits, rubbing them.
"What? Stop it!" Dan said, pushing his hands away.
"Come on, baby. Taylor wouldn't say no to me, why would you? We both know that you're not her. And we both know that you're supposed to live as she does for the next month, right?" The man said, grabbing Dan's ass. "She is my wife, so you'll be my wife for the next month, sweetheart."
Dan was disgusted. He knew that Taylor was an exotic dancer, but he didn't expect to have sexual contact with anyone. Especially with a man! But Dan didn't want to cause any trouble, he just wanted to survive the next month without anything bad happening.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go to work now. So, if you excuse me, Mr. O'Connell..." Dan tried to move away from him, but the man pushed him against the wall and said, "My name is Mark, not Mister O'Connell, bitch. Now, shut up and come with me. Let's have a little fun!"
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