"But, guys keep grabbing at me and this is the only way I can stop my ass from being grabbed and pinched."
"Guess you should have thought of that before you opened your mouth, eh 'Stephanie'?" and with that the convener let out a deep belly laugh and walked over to deal with a potential buyer.
Blake was your typical scum bag sales guy. The fact that he worked for Lamborghini made it even worse. He traveled around the country doing car shows. That was his thing. He loved finding beautiful, busty, vulnerable local women that he could virtually whore out to help him sell his products. Sure Blake thought everyone WANTED a Lambo, they just couldn't afford one, but with his smooth talking skills and a cute piece of ass, he figured he could talk most people that stopped by his booth.
He was very very wrong. Sure, he made his sales quota. Most months. But most of the people he talked to either couldn't afford one of his cars, or if they could, it would bankrupt them and they couldn't afford the insurance, let alone the gas. Still, his ego forced him to think that those that he didn't sell something too, obviously didn't even exist, so as far as he was concerned, he was still batting 1000.
His latest show was in one of his favourite spots. Good ole' Las Vegas. He loved Vegas for many reasons. For it's base debauchery, it's NEW wealth that just wanted to waste their money, and for the constant stream of young women that were looking for a 'break'. Vegas often allowed him to get a good deal on promo girl, and it usually offered some fringe benefits on the side, in the form of some company in his hotel room. A hotel room e was often upgraded on by leaving one of the nicer machines out frint of the hotel to help draw people in.
The night before the show he had done his usual routine. Dinner in the hotel bar then off to a strip club. He'd hand out a few cards, but ultimately would find the woman he wanted and work her til she said yes. Much like his sporadic dating routine, he didn't like taking no for an answer. Although he sometimes found a hot waitress, he usually found his mark at one of the many strip clubs, where he percieved all the young girls had daddy issues and were desperate.
It was at his third or fourth strip cub that he saw Stephanie. She was a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, legs that went all the way up and tits that any man would kill for. Although he was already enjoying her naked flesh, he was already picturing her in a tight fitting dress that would accentuate her ample breasts, with a pair of killer heels that would show off those legs. She had an air of confidence to her as well that was a challenge for him to break.
He soon had a private room booked where it didn't take long for him to come to a deal with Stephanie. She was happy to make some extra money during the day and said shehad just the perfect dress for it.
The next day she showed up with a tight fitting dress that her tits were almost falling out of and a pair of strappy style heels that peeked out the bottom as frequently as her long, luscious leg appeared from the long slit up the side. She gave Blake a few stern looks as he looked her over and found every opportunity to touch and feel her up, then listened to the instructions he gave. Then she went about her work like a pro. Blake was impressed but a little put off by the sly smile she appeared to give him every so often.
It wasn't long before Stephanie came to him requesting a quick break to get some water and get off her feet for 5 minutes. "I don't think so honey. You're being paid to draw men into my booth and the only way you'll get paid for this is to hussle that cute little ass back out there and work. Now get to it!" Blake said as he gave her a hard smack on the ass.
He was surprised when instead of objecting or even going back to work she crossed her arms, smiled and began to chant something. Blake felt a little dizzy, and closed his eyes. He grabbed his head and gave it a shake and the fuzziness disappeared, but something felt wrong. His body felt off and why was there so much hair on his head?
Blake opened his eyes to once again see that confident, almost cocky grin of Stephanie s. Only this time it was on his own face. He stood there, surprisingly well on his sky high heels, with his outh open. Not knowing what to say.
"Well? Did you hear me pumpkin?" Stephanie said with his voice. "Get that tight little ass back out there." and grabbed Blake by her old arm and turned him towards the stage the car was turning on. As she did, she leaned in and whispered, "Listen here you pig! You exploited my friend last time you were here so you're about to pay for it. Now get out there and do YOUR job, and do it well, if you ever want this dick and body back. With that,she gave her old body a small shove.
Stephanie really rode Blake for the rest of the day. She never let him sit on the car for more than a few seconds, and allowed him only a small lunch break before getting him back out there. He didn't know what to do the couple times he went to pee. Especially since Stephanie only gave him a quick minute to do that.
At the end of the day, Blake's feet were killing him, or rather Stephanie's feet were killing him. He stumbled over to his old body as the last customer was walking away. His old face looking more than satisfied with itself. As Stephanie turned to him, he said; "OK you psycho bitch! Give me back my body. Take your money and I don't ever want to see you again." to which Stephanie started laughing again.
"Did you really think I'd keep that, well it was more of a threat than a promise,wasn't it? What I forgot to mention was that my friend was dumb enough to sleep with you, although with this monster that's been in my pants all day, I can understand why. She's been trying to find you as she's carrying your child. She never wanted to be an unwed mother, so I was going to see if I could get you to do the right thing. From what I've seen, and the memories I've managed to glean from your mind, I can see that would never happen. You're far too selfish and would just make her feel worse, so I've come up with anew plan.". The smirk on his old face made Blake go pale, although with Stephanie's make up on, it was hard to tell.
Stephanie pulled out Blake's wallet. Considering society was supposed to be virtually cashless, there was quite a bit of money in there. She scooped out a few hundred dollar notes and shoved them between her former breasts. "Take this and get out of here Stephanie. You can still get a few hours sleep before you're due on stage at the club. I have to go and find Krystal and make an honest women out of her. I've always been attracted to her, and no that I have your testosterone running through my new body, it's magnified. Plus your memories of sex with her is the topper. Don't think she'll mind being marrying a travelling salesman. Especially since if today is any indication, I'm much better at this sales thing than you." and with that, she winked at Blake and turned around and left him paralysed and speechless as she walked away.
funny ouch! I sure hope the new Stepjanie enjoys her new life.
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