The Phone Sex Bar

Imagine an ultra-feminine woman trapped in a linebacker’s body…

My business partner and I rehab houses downtown. She’s beautiful, has exquisite taste, and six feet of hard muscles and sassy attitude wrapped in cafe au lait skin. Her wardrobe is almost entirely pink, her favorite color, from workclothes to lingerie. Even her toolbelt is pink leather. In our private moments, I call her Prissy the Sissy.

In our partnership, I deal with the funding and the accounting and the OCD details like permits. Prissy runs a crew of “workwomen” in various stages of transition. Some dress as women on the job, some don’t, and some aren’t totally out of the closet yet. However, they all have one thing in common — they want to be treated as the women they feel they are.

Enter Inspector BadgeIt

The one annoying detail I don’t deal with is inspections. The inspectors want to deal with the actual builder, not the office weenie. Prissy has a great reputation among the various inpectors, for quality work and knowledgeable compliance. That is, until the new guy shows up, five feet nothing of Napoleon complex. We immediately know this is one of those “impossible to please” government employees. Yet it is apparent he must have offended someone important, to be transferred to downtown property inspections.

Priss can’t believe some of the things he says have to be changed. He’s messing with her time, her money, and her rep, though she agrees to make the changes he requires. Of course, that also requires a follow-up inspection. When Prissy complains to me about how he treated her, I tell her to handle it, since I have no influence in this area. “Whatever you have to do to take care of it, do it,” I tell her.

Re-inspection, Retribution, and No Regrets

When Inspector BadgeIt starts the follow-up inspection, his demands, if anything, increase. Priss has taken as much as she’s going to take. Priss shows him down to the basement to inspect the new footings. When he says they aren’t big enough, she says, “I’ll show you big enough!” She grabs his shoulders, pantses him, then bends him over a workbench. This all happens while she’s turning her toolbelt out of the way and dropping her pink jeans and pink panties.

With no further words, no lube and no apology, Prissy shoves her femi-nine inch clit into the Inspector. He starts wailing, “No, no, no” but it quickly turns to “Oh, oh, oh!” The crew hears his volume increase as Prissy really get to work. Apparently, this is exactly what BadgeIt needed, we pass the re-imspection with flying (rainbow) colors.

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Linda
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