Urgent call - WPP (Patreon)

*Beep...beep...beep...

- Hello, US Department of Special Forces Police

- Code 34532

- Okay, I'm connecting.

In the background, the standard basic melody began to play on the phone, while the woman, sitting in an awkward pose, exposing her panties to everyone, looked around, making sure that no one eavesdropped on her.

- Agent Harris, listening to you

- Hello! Recognized me?!

- Um... Mrs. Wellington?

- Go to hell! You know who I am!

- I'm sorry, but this is an emergency number, Mrs... uh, Frank. You know you can't just call here

- And I'm not just like that! What the hell is going on!? It's been a month since you gave me this temporary body through your fucking witness protection program! They sent me to this town in England and something tells me that you are not going to change anything! When will they give me a normal male body?!

- ...

- Why are you silent? Why the hell do your people here not answer calls, but only send me SMS with instructions on how to better adapt to life here as ... fuck ... you only make it worse! You want me to continue to pretend that I am a married woman and continue this work here as a secretary. I'm fed up with these boobs, bras, pantyhose, skirts! I even learned how to do fucking makeup! Your dummy "husband" seemed strange to me from the very beginning, and now I realized that he has no idea who I really am, you told him that I was just a woman who was hiding in the witness protection program and he ... damn. .. he didn't believe me when I tried to tell him the truth. And this job... The boss keeps getting more and more wet every day, that in order to continue working I have to fuck him or...

- ...oh... Brenda

- I don't...

- Stop! Brenda Wellington! This is your name now. And don't interrupt me! Do you know how difficult it was to get everyone around to believe in your legend? It took us a huge amount of resources to get you out of the US and create a new biography for you! So I don't care what you have to do there, but it's in your best interest to keep this job and stay married.

- How much more...?

- Minimum 5 months

- What?! You spoke temporarily, but it's been too long I haven't...

- Stop! Don't call this number again, we'll get back to you when we find... um... something better for you... that's it!

*fast beeps...

- Crap!

Frank said loudly, wanting to throw the phone, but noticing that his boss was staring at him from a distance with a smile on his face.

"Fuck"... Frank thought as he took his feet off the windowsill... "5 months and... damn it" Frank thought as he approached the boss with a smile.

...

Frank did not want to talk and did not say that in fact today he had to masturbate his boss in order to save this job and this was the very last thing that made him call the emergency number ... And now, after this conversation, he began to doubt even more that the Witness Protection Bureau will keep their promise and give him a male body...