My Daily Grind (Top Tier Reward Story)

Another reward story! I hope you like this first part!

My Daily Grind

Crashing and banging from across the sun-baked street, I glance at the building site I was fired at just days ago. My jaw clenched at the thought of even being near the place!

See, I’m actually an actor—a rather good one if I don’t say so myself. Classicly trained, I’ve done a wide variety of roles. Sometimes I play grumpy older men, teenagers, and even female parts in some plays.

Still, it’s a town of wannabes—and sadly….I’m one of them. I keep telling myself that my big break is just around the corner, and somedays, I believe that more than others.

Until that time, an actor has to eat! I’ve been fired from my manual labor job, and now my attention turns to my next adventure. It’s working in this bar….well, I guess it’s more a gentlemen's club.

Now you might be thinking—what's an actor going to do in a gentlemen's club?

Well, not being a bouncer, that’s for sure. My tiny frame and skinny body—I ain’t stopping no one.

You wanna know what job I’m applying for? Maybe the much older generation should sit down for this.

I’m applying to be one of the dancers!

Yup, that’s right—I’m going to literally be one of the girls! I can hear some of you gasping at the thought.

Some may think the club will kick me straight out before I even get to ask for a coffee.

And—I’d probably agree with you if I was just some run-of-the-mill guy down on his luck. However, I’m an immensely talented actor! This is my chance to really build some confidence!

If I can convince this lot of knuckle draggers that I’m of the female persuasion, the world is my oyster!

That’s where you find me right now. I’m standing on the other side of the street from my old work, building the courage to walk inside my potential new workplace.

Staring into the darkened window reflection of the storefront next door, I adjust any stray hairs from my long beautiful natural hair wig.

Very lucky that I know the costume girl at the theatre down my street. She’s set me up big time—from the figure-enhancing body forms to this lovely sheer black feminine suit I’m rocking!

“Zack,” I say to my own reflection. “Zoey is one hot little muffin,”

Confident I’ve got this ‘being a woman’ malarkey in the bag, I strut to the front door in my killer heels. With each click my heels make on the sidewalk, the more I feel I’m channeling my inner woman.

I push the heavy doors open and wish my long blonde hair like I’m in a shampoo commercial.

“Afternoon, darling,” I say, greeting the lady at the front desk. “I’m here to meet Alan for the position of hostess!”

The young girl behind the desk gives me a bright smile. She’s not a clue what I’ve got hiding beneath.

“Sure!” she replies, like the hair head I believe her to be. “Go take a seat next to Elizabeth, and I will let him know you are both here,” she continues, pointing at a bank of seats and a young ginger woman.

“Thank dear!” I confidently say, turning with another sexy flick of my hair.

Between you and me, I could one hundred percent get used to the attitude long hair gives you. I love the feeling of being so glamorous. Maybe that’s why I want to be an actor….I just like all eyes on me at all times?

“Hello, sweety,” I say, greeting the ginger woman as I carefully sit down in my skirt. Bringing my knees together, I haven’t forgotten my character for a moment!

“Hiya,” she smiles, quickly glancing me up and down.

Now, I’ve pretended to be a woman many times for roles, and I know precisely how this woman will react to such a stunning-looking woman greeting her. She’s going to judge everything about me, and she will decide instantly if I’m someone she should converse with.

“Nice outfit,” she says, pointing at my blazer. “I just adore those heels!”

A wry smile forms on my face. Bingo, just as I had predicted!

“Thank you, darling!” I reply with feminine confidence. “I got them on sale!”

“That outfit must have cost you a fortune!” she gasps, gently touching the material of my tight skirt.

“Yes, my sweet,” I reply, puffing out my full-breasted chest. “It did.”

The ginger girl then narrow’s her eyes and looks me up and down again.

“Wait,” she groans, pointing her delicate fingers in my direction. “Are you applying for the hostess job?”

I raise an eyebrow at her question. She’s worried—I can see it in her eyes!

“That’s right, darling,” I answer, judging my competition with a look up and down. “I see you’ve gone less for sexy woman and more for the ‘girl next door look,” I scoff.

Expecting the verbal tussle, I’m left wanting as she just stupidly grins.

“Thank you,” she says, looking down at the short pleated skirt she’s sporting. “I wanted to look as CUTE as possible.”

It’s instantly apparent. The girl's lights are on, but nobody is home.

“You do have very supple long legs,” I say, allowing my red-blooded male mind to give her young body a once over.

“Thank you, babe!” she quickly replies with a big smile. “Pain to shave, though…am I right?”

Ah…the pitta patter of the girl on girl chat. Perfect!

“I know, sweety!” I reply, playfully running one hand up my smooth legs. “Men have no idea of the troubles we delicate creatures must endure to look so glamourous!”

As she giggles and nods at my comment, I know I’ve been accepted as one of them!

“So true,” she says, gently pulling down her skirt and crossing her legs.

She then leans over to me. So close, I can smell the perfume she’s clearly bathed in.

“Between you and me,” she whispers. “I hate all this girly crap. I’m only dressed this way because I think it will help me get the gig, and I’m desperate for the job!”

Leaning a little back, I’m stunned. She’s maybe not a complete barbie doll as assumed.

“The daily grind can be a little tough,” I say, giving her my god's honest truth.

That’s when the office door directly in front of us swings open. Standing at the doorway is a very sexy young woman wearing a halter neck dress. I hope her dad doesn’t see her wearing that.

“Ladies,” she chirps, giving us both a big smile. “Alan is ready for you.”

He’s ready for me? I very much doubt he’s prepared for this fire!

“Thank, Hunny,” I say, straightening my skirt as I stand. “Can I go in?”

The woman in the dress obviously giggles and slowly points at us.

“He wants to see you both…..actually,” she answers.

I give Liz a quick disgusted look, and I’m surprised she’s doing the same to me. She doesn’t stand a chance!

Taking a deep breath, I adjust the fit of my bra and forms and strut into the room.

Entering, it’s much darker than the hallway. Seedy almost. I can see all the CCTV monitors on the wall, but that’s not the first thing my attention is drawn to. It’s the stench of the room. It’s putrid!

Groaning, I swallow down hard as I find it challenging to remain in character for a second.

“AH…,” Alan says, looking up from his desk with a toothy grin. “….the new meat.”

Staring down at the sweat bald head of this large man, I feel a disturbance in the force. My first impression makes me feel like I should leave the room.

“Hiya, big boy!” Liz calls out, steaming in up behind me, full of confidence.

Alan smiles are her….perky introduction.

I give her a sideways glance before rolling my eyes. Who is this girl!? How dare she try and upstage the great Zack!

“I like this one!” Alan says, slurping his lips.

What!? He’s not pointing at me! That’s just wrong.

“You,” he says, turning his finger to finally point at me. “You remind me of my wife.”

WHAT!? How dare he!

“Darling!” I say, running my fingers through my blonde hair. “That’s just silly, sweetheart!”

I can tell I’ve got his interest. He’s raising an eyebrow at me! I best stick out my chest and bum—that’s what I’m sure he wants to see…my goods!

“She’s pretty, yeah….,” I continue, pointing at Liz’s cute but childish outfit. “That’s if you want to hire a girl, not a real woman.”

Alan licks his lips. Although that’s what I want… It’s kinda creepy.

“Oh, please!” Liz snorts, pulling me back with her manicured figures.

“OH, PLEASE!” I interrupt, swiping her hands from my shoulder.

“Ladies….,” Alan says, letting out a pleasured moan. “As much as I’d like you to fight, I think I have room for you both.

Narrowing my eyes as I glare at Liz, she smirks in reply.

“So you,” Alan says, pointing at me. “Zoey…right?”

“Yes, sir!” I answer, giving him a curtsey.

“And you,” Alan says, giving Liz the come-to-bed eyes. “Elizabeth…?”

“That’s a right big boy,” she replies, pouting a kiss.

I can't believe this girl! Blowing him a kiss like that!?

I look away at them both and grit my teeth. I’ll give it to this Liz girl, she’s good!

“I want you both to go get changed into uniform,” Alan commands, slapping his ham hands on his desk. “Darla! Get in here!”

The same woman from earlier slips into the room and quickly to his side like that. He touches her behind as she leans down to listen to him whisper.

I can already tell you—I will have to hold back if he tries to touch me like that!

“Ok, Sir,” Darla softly agrees, looking at Liz and me.

Darla smiles and opens her palms out towards us. “Ladies,” she says softly. “Please follow me for orientation.

Orientation…? Does this job have health and safety rules or something?

Still, I follow both Darla and Liz into a nearby locker room. It’s clearly a women's changing room—that much is clear. The hanging bras on some lockers kinda give that away!

“Mr. Alan wants you dressed and ready to host in ten minutes,” Darla says, giving us both keys to a locker. “Your uniform is in your locker, and please present yourself to me when you are ready.

“Thank you, darling!” I reply, taking hold of my key. “Any advice for us both?”

Darla looks me up and down, then smiles.

“You’ve got asset…,” she asserts, looking at my chest. “I trust you know how to use them.”

I can’t help myself but look where she’s staring. She is correct; the forms I’ve got on are relatively heavy.

“Yes, sweety,” I answer, cupping them.

Darla smiles, then quickly hands Liz her key. Pointing at each of our lockers, she then leaves us in the room alone.

As the door shuts behind her, I take a moment to look around the room. I never doubted this would work, but I had to apricate the position I find myself in. They really do think I’m a woman.

Sloting my key into my new locker, I open it to find a halter dress like the one Darla was wearing. This must be the uniform.

I run my hand down the soft purple material of the dress and inspect the skirt length. I can tell you that It’s not very long.

I’m going to factor this into my role-playing here. It would be good if I get complacent with the goods I hide down there.

I shake my head, noticing the extreme high heels at the bottom of the locker. Why do the heels have to be that high!? I’m going to be basically standing on my toes!

“Skirts a little sort.” I hear Liz mumble to herself. She’s clearly thinking the same thing.

Peaking my head around my locker door, I gawk in her direction. I wasn’t interested in catching a peak at the women; I was just curious.

My curiosity pays off!

She’s wearing breast forms just like me! I see her adjusting the fit in the bra as she stuffs herself into her dress.

I don’t have time to ponder that! She’s pretty much already dressed!

This is going to be awkward! I have to be careful she doesn’t see what I’ve got under my get-up.

Taking the dress from the locker, I do the dance I’d practiced at home. Getting dressed and undressed without people noticing.

Soon I find myself barely dressed in the skimpiest little halter neck dress. Fourtunealty for me, I’m able to hide my true gender still.

Giving myself a smile as I catch a glimpse of the sexy woman staring back at me, I know I’m ready!

I’ve seen myself dressed as a woman before, but DAM, I’m looking hot. Just look at those long smooth legs and those perky tits. Even with my flawless makeup and hair, I look like a supermodel.

If this place doesn’t hire me after seeing me rock this dress….they are missing out! I’m going to earn some serious cash here in tips.

Let's just say this—I’d do me.

“You ready?” I ask Liz, flicking my long hair back and cupping my breasts. “Let the best girl win!”

Liz gives me a wry smile and struts over to me. She almost falls with how high these silly high heels are that we must wear.

“Whatever, old lady,” she replies, swiping her hand across my chest as she passes. “This is no contest!”

Oh, it's on!

“Don’t be such a sure sweetheart!” I exclaim, stepping my heel in front of her to stop her from passing. “This place needs a real woman…not some little girl!”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs.

I can only grin as she opens the door and leads us out for inspection. I’ve got insider knowledge on this girl. She doesn’t know that I know she’s a faker!