Towel Boi: Heading to Work

Ralph fired off a text to his platinum group.

-Got a new employee. Need you guys ready and boxing at 11:04am at the latest

The first response was from Vic.
-I’m there

The next reply came from Louis
-I gotta drop my wife off at work. I’ll be there at 11 for sure.

The third and final reply came from the youngest. A local champ.
-Bet, coach!

Ralph answered them all with a single thumbs up emoji.

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The next morning, Kasey woke up with the sun. He ran to the bathroom to start getting ready. He needed to shower, shave his legs and put on lotion. He douched out first so there could be no issue in case Ralph wanted to fuck at some point.

He did his complete femboy routine and went into the kitchen to have a few pieces of pineapple and some water. He went over to the futon to wait and watch some Black man on white sissy porn. His little clitty leaked like crazy.

The time finally came for him to head out. He put on his hot pink Lycra hot pants and stared at his elephantine fake butt. He slipped on a white midriff camisole and sprayed his silky smooth body with brown sugar vanilla scented body spray. He grabbed his Hello Kitty purse and water bottle and made for the door.

There were a few catcalls this late morning as the hustlers were gathering to sell their wares. Kasey strutted past shaking that phat gay ass.

One of the men, a caramel-skinned slim brotha, asked, “Where you headed?”
“To work,” shared Kasey.
“What time you get off?”
“Not sure, sir!”
“Well, I be out here most days. Let’s chill.”
“You got it, daddy!”

Kasey glided on towards the gym and made it in the nick of time to run around to the back. The pillow biter rang the bell.

A few moments later. Ralph appeared. “Come on in! It’s easiest for you to support the platinum club by meeting them and getting your boxing form correct. Drop your stuff in my office and then I’ll introduce you.”

“Okay, Mister Dukes!”

Kasey came back and walked out behind the gym owner. “Oh my god! There’s three big Black men in here,” the punk gawked.
“Yep! And they're full of testosterone. See,” K.O. professed. “Been boxing for nearly an hour.”