CONTRACTED CHANGE-8

 CHAPTER EIGHT - ON HIS KNEES

Ralph briefly thought of contacting Davis to see about ending the deal

early, but realized he had no way to do so.  The only place he knew to

look for him was the club.  It suddenly dawned on Ralph that there was

only one place he could go.

As he pulled into the Jiggles parking lot, Ralph felt sick to his

stomach.   He knew how humiliating it would be to walk back into this

place, but he also knew that he'd messed up Amber's life in just about

24 hours, and he needed to fix it.  

As he sat in the car, he briefly considered going to a temp agency.

Maybe he could get Amber some real job.  But then he looked at how he

was dressed.  The low cut top, the giant tits, and the distinct smell

of sex still upon his thighs.  

No, he knew this was the only way.

Curt was near the entrance when Ralph walked in, and just started

laughing.

"Oh you have to be fuckin' kidding me," Curt said. "Don't you know

what ‘fired' means, you cunt?"

Ralph walked up to him and said in a whisper, "Please... can we just

talk?  I ... need my job back."

The smile on Curt's face made Ralph sick, but he followed him back to

his office without a word.

Curt reached over to Ralph and grabbed at his shirt with two hands,

ripping it down the middle. Ralph hadn't bothered to put his bra back

on when Mike threw him out, so his huge tits just flopped and jiggled

on his check.  Ralph felt humiliated, and also a bit afraid because he

knew that shirt was one of Amber's favorites.

Curt pushed Ralph's head down hard, forcing him to his knees, and

seconds later had thrust his cock right in front of Ralph's face.

"Suck it good if you want to come back.  NOW."

Ralph nodded, took a deep breath, and pulled Curt's cock into his

mouth.  He had his eyes closed, trying not to see what he was doing.

But the feeling of the cock rolling against his tongue and pushing

towards the back of his throat, the musky smell from Curt's crotch,

and the feeling of his own giant tits bouncing with each thrust made

quite sure that Ralph knew exactly what he was doing.

The thing was, Ralph started to notice that it wasn't that bad.  It

felt familiar, no doubt about it.  He knew it had to be done, so just

increased his pace.  As he did, the violent thrashing of his boobs

started to feel uncomfortable, so he cupped them in his hands and

pressed them against the underside of Curt's balls.  This seemed to

feel a bit better, and also caused Curt's cock to feel even bigger and

stiffer in his mouth.

Ralph was surprised by the violence of the cumshot.  It seemed to come

all of a sudden, accompanied by a low guttural grunt from Curt.  Ralph

swallowed instinctively, but the load was too big and too quick, so he

felt some dribble out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

The taste was just as disagreeable as it was when he transformed, but

he didn't dare spit anything out.

Curt dragged Ralph to his feet and stared straight into his eyes.

"Every day, "he said. "You got me?  Twice a day if I want it.  Any way

I want it.  Why I let you get away with things before I don't know.

But that's over.  You want your job, this is the deal."

Ralph nodded, and grabbed an opened Diet Coke can from Curt's desk and

took a drink.  The mix of cum and soda in his mouth made him want to

throw up, but by the second sip most of the taste was gone.

"Now get out there and dance," Curt said.  

Ralph nodded.  He walked out into the club and then into the girl's

dressing room to get ready for his set.