Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Give Me Your Tits

Dallas, Cynthia and Cum Gun all lay on the small bed, panting for breath after their amazing orgasms. 

"It's only fair I honour m part of the deal now," Cum Gun spoke up. "Are you guys leaving tonight or in the morning?"

"The sooner, the better," Dallas said. 

The three of them all got changed and fixed their hair before walking back downstairs towards the bar, sitting back down with the other three.

"Where were you guys?" Soaking Pussy asked.

"Discussing what needs to be done, as well as figuring out our payment method." Cun Gun said.

"Right..." Meleena mumbled.

"And how are we getting paid?" Rogerina asked.

"That's already been taken care of." Cum Gun smirked.

"Alright, well, let's help you guys out," Meleena said getting up from his seat and bringing them to another room up stars. "This is our glam room." He said.

"Glam room?" Cynthia asked.

"Yeah, this is where we get ready, we own this bar." Cum Gun said. 

"I thought you guys worked at a gay strip club?" Dallas asked as Soaking Pussy pushed him down into a chair, Rogerina doing the same to Cynthia. 

"So casual you asked for, right?" Meleena asked.

"Yeah," Dallas said.

"Too bad, that word isn't in my vocabulary." Meleena fake frowned. 

"Okay but you need to understand, we're trying to illegally cross the border. We need to look as casual as we can." Dallas explained. 

Meleena sighed, "Fine,"

"Hey, maybe if we ever meet up again, you make us look as crazy as you want." Cynthia offered. 

"Deal!" Meleena cheered, and they all got to work.

Within an hour, Dallas and Cynthia looked like two completely different people. Dallas had a long, blonde wig with jeans and horizontal yellow and white striped button-up. Cynthia had a wig with medium-length, curly brown hair wearing a pink skirt and a white blouse. They both had casual eye makeup and were ready to go.

"He's missing something..." Rogerina pointed at Dallas, trying to figure out what it was. "Ahh, I got it," He mumbled to himself. "Fred, give me your tits."

"What?" Meleena questioned. 

"Dallas needs a pair boobs, give him yours for now," Rogerina instructed. 

"No!" Dallas shouted. "I don't need boob! I'm perfectly fine without them," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sorry, you need to look like a woman," Rogerina said.

"I need you to change my appearance, not my gender!" Dallas said.

"You needed a disguise, we're giving you one. We don't need to help you." Rogerina said.

"Fine," Meleena grumbled while taking off the pink shirt he was wearing ready to take off the bra that made it look he had tits.

"No, it's fine, Fred, you can keep them." Rogerina sighed, defeated. 

"Oh, goodie!" Meleena exclaimed. 

"We need fake passports, do you know how we can get one of those?" Cynthia questioned. 

"I can help you with that, I majored in graphic design," Meleena said.

In the corner, he had a big bristle board with a square cut out in the top right corner. On the bristle board was fake information. "Who's first?" Meleena asked.

"I'll go first," Dallas said. Meleena handed him the bristle board and filled it with fake information. His name was Chrissy and then Cynthia's name was Natalie.

Just as Meleena was about to snap Dally's photo, they heard moaning from the other side of the room. They all turned to look and it was Soaking Pussy and Cum Gun going at it.

"What...?" Cynthia mumbled.

"Don't worry, you get used to it," Rogerina said like it was nothing. 

"Damn, I guess Cynthia's ass wasn't good enough for him," Dallas mumbled. 

"Oh no," Cum Gun said. "Cynthia's ass was amazing, but I just have a high sex drive." He explained. 

"Mmm-hmm, okay..." Dallas trailed off, turning back to Meleena so he could take his photo. "Totally normal," He muttered under his breath. No one heard him this time.

After Dallas, it was Cynthia's turn to take her photo. Once they were done with that, Meleena made them fake IDs as well as passports. After about forty-five minutes, their fake passports were ready, and Soaking Pussy and Cum Gun had gone for another few rounds.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye..." Meleena said as Cynthia and Dallas were getting ready to leave.

"Yeah...Thanks for the help." Dallas said. 

"Anytime," Soaking Pussy said. 

Dallas nodded. "It was great to meet you all," Cynthia said. 

"You too," Rogerinasaid. 

"Good luck crossing the border." Cum Gun said.

"Thanks," Cynthia said. 

"We hope to see you both soon," Meleena said.

"Yeah, us too. Hopefully, it won't be too long." Cynthia said.

"Alright, goodbye," Dallas said, shaking all their hands. Cynthia oppted to hugging them all.

"Thanks, guys, see y'all soon." Dallas said. 

Dallas and Cynthia walked out of the bar, waving one last goodbye to the drag queens they met earlier in the night. They walked over to Dally's car and hoped in, heading straight to the border. 

Once they got there, they waited in the line up of cars waiting to cross. Their hearts were racing, they felt like they needed to vomit. They saw some people being stopped and arrested at the border, probably for trying to smuggle illegal things. 

It felt like hours before they were finally next in line when in reality it was only about twenty minutes. 

"Passports and IDs, please." The person at the window asked. Dallas shakily handed them their fake passports and IDs, hoping to God Meleena made them look real.

"Okay, are you transporting any alcohol across the border? You can have a maximum of three cases of beer and six bottles of wine and other things like that." The man explained.

"No alcohol, sir," Dallas said in a slightly higher tone of voice to make him sound more feminine, Rogerina taught him how to do that.

"Okay, you ladies are good to go. Have a great night." The man said and Dallas drove away and across the border they were!

"We did it!" Cynthia exclaimed. 

"Thank God, I can take off this itchy ass wig now," Dallas said as he pulled the wig from his hair and tossed it into the back seat.

Cynthia too took off her own wig and wig cap she was wearing, tossing it in the back seat as well. 

Dallas drove for a little bit longer until they pulled into a motel for the night.

"What do we do know?" Cynthia asked once she and Dallas were laying in bed for the night.

"We buy an apartment."