"Steffani, I think you might be right. I can't make you suck my cock." He turns and walks along the beach away from her. As she looks after him, she can't take her eyes off his ass. She might still have all her memories, but she still has a body designed by a sexist pig, herself.
She shouts after him, "Do I even have a home or a job here?" She listens carefully as he wishes her a home and job. "I wish that Steffani would have a place to call her home, and wouldn't suffer from hunger, and a job to keep her occupied while she's in this world."
With a flash, Zack vanished from the world, leaving Steffani alone in the world. She saw that she now had a beachbag, and with a quick rummage through it found a purse with her details, and some money.
She walked down the Zack's footsteps until they stopped. She slung the bag over her shoulder and headed off for a drink to cool down, and plan her next move. From the corner of her eye she could already see the attention she was drawing as an unaccompanied woman at the beach, in a revealing bikini with cum dripping from the edge of her mouth, and the splash marks of cum on her bikini top. She picked up her pace.
