Groupie (Part 2)

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“...Fucking hell...” It was all Bruce could say as he played with the short skirt he now wore and with the breasts that now hung from his chest. This was all too weird; he had never heard anything like this happen to anyone ever before. He’d have to yell at the guy responsible for these wires. Then again, he realized it might not be so bad. He had worked hard all his life, but a lot of the 20-somethings that came to these shows were just spoiled rich brats. Maybe this chick had a lot of money; maybe he’d be living the good life now.