A Contracted Change
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This is my second story. Hope you like it, and hope it is an
improvement over the first.
CHAPTER ONE - MEETING
Ralph Schuman sat in the back row at Jiggles strip club, nursing a
$7.5 domestic beer. He knew he shouldn't be here. He should be home,
with his wife Laura and their two kids. Laura was showing two houses
today, and hopeful that she would make a sale... and Ralph knew that
dinner time conversation would center around nothing else. That's why
he was in no rush.
But that only explains why he was in no hurry to get home. The reason
he was at Giggles, for the fourth time in the last two weeks, was
because he just liked to look at these girls with big tits bounce
around the stage. Was it that his sex life with Laura was virtually
non-existent for the last six years (since the birth of Timmy, their
second child)? Or was it that even when they did have sex, he had
always hated that Laura was so small chested? Or was it something
else? The fact is, Ralph knew that all his life he could never get
the "pretty" girls to pay any attention to him. Here, they had to.
They had to pretend he was interesting. They had to laugh at his
jokes. And in some ways, he took a perverse pleasure in that.
Whatever the reason, however, he knew this much - despite starting to
become a frequent customer of the club, he didn't really take any
pleasure in it. Each time he left he said he wouldn't come back
again, but this time he seemed to mean it. He took the last pull on
his beer, tossed a dollar on the table, and walked towards the stage.
He figured he might as well get a last look before heading home to
talk of the wonders of real estate.
The girl on the stage had become something of his favorite. Angie, or
Annie... something with an A. He didn't remember her name, but he
loved her body. She was a little plump, but her tits were enormous.
She had long curly blond hair, and a bit of a weathered look. As she
writhed around the pole, she could completely envelope it with her
massive boobs, and Ralph couldn't help but be a bit mesmerized as they
wobbled and jiggled as she moved on the stage. He beckoned her over,
and she bent towards him, her boobs inches from his face, and not that
far from the ground for that matter. He took out a ten dollar bill
and held it forward, she nodded, smiled a fake, vacant smile, and took
the bill by squeezing her tits together to take it. Ralph was turned
on, no doubt, but he was enjoying the fact that this girl HAD to do
this... serves her, and all the pretty girls, right for ignoring him
for so many years. But there was something else to it too. Ralph
couldn't place it, but it was there. For the first time in his visits
here, he felt really aroused.
Amber (not Angie or Annie) caught the look in Ralph's eyes. It was
brief, but it was there. She wanted to grin from ear to ear, but
instead just stood up, let her boobs hang towards him, and tossed a
quick glance towards the opposite end of the club. Curious, Ralph
looked over, and saw a man sitting at a table, who raised up his glass
to Ralph, as if to say "nice to meet you, come on over."
Ralph just shrugged his shoulders, looked back up at the girl's tits,
and turned to leave. Whatever scam this was, he wasn't buying. He
had to get home anyway.
"Oh come on, stay for one more drink," said the man, startling Ralph
as he turned around.
"How did you get from there to here so fast," asked Ralph, confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about friend," said the man. "My
name's Davis. Come on, let me buy you a beer while Amber finishes her
set. We can chat a bit."
Ralph shook Davis' hand, and nodded. Another 30 minutes without real
estate talk wouldn't hurt. The two sat back down at an empty table,
and Davis beckoned over one of the topless waitresses and ordered two
more beers.
"Here's to excitement, here's to great sex!" laughed Davis, as he
raised his beer towards Ralph.
"Let me take a wild guess, you are NOT married," laughed Ralph, as he
clicked his beer against Davis'.
"No, I'm not," smiled Davis. "Would put a crimp in my lifestyle, if
you get what I mean. Be tough on my job, too."
Before Ralph could even ask, Davis explained that he worked with the
dancers in this club, and many others on what he called "placement."
"You mean getting them into certain clubs, out of others, moving to
different states, that sort of stuff?" asked Ralph.
"In some cases yes," said Davis. "Moving them from one situation to
another is my specialty. And I'm paid very well for it."
Ralph smiled. This guy was full of shit. He could tell. How much
money can be made doing that kind of work, he wondered. Don't these
girls pretty much sell themselves? He noticed that Amber had finished
her set, and was scooping up the stray bills and her clothes from the
stage, and working her way over to their table. He was ready for
whatever scam was coming.
"Sit down my dear," said Davis, "standing up to pull out a chair for
Amber. You were wonderful up there."
Amber thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, and sat down. She didn't
even bother to get dressed at all, her huge boobs flopping on the
small table, leaving little room for the two beers.
"Sorry about that, hun" giggled Amber, as Ralph caught his beer just
as it was sliding off the table from a collision with boobflesh.
"Now Amber," said Davis. "This is my new friend Ralph. Ralph is
married, has two children, and works as an assistant vice president of
a small internet company. Isn't that interesting?"
"Ohhh, wow. That is super," she said, smiling at Ralph. Ralph knew
bullshit when he saw it. No matter what Davis had said about him, she
would have ooohed and aahhed. But then it hit him, had he told Davis
all that stuff?
"Hey, I don't remember telling you..."
Davis cut him off. "As I was telling Ralph, I help you girls with
placement. And I think Ralph here might be very interested in what we
have to propose, don't you?
"Look," interrupted Ralph. "I don't know what scam you're pulling. I
don't know how you knew all that stuff about me. But if what you're
talking about is blackmail, it won't work. So I'm at a strip club.
Tell my wife for all I care. She'll be pissed, but it's not like I'm
cheating on her. So you can save your pitch, I'm out of here."
"Please stay." The jovial look was gone from Davis' face, as he
grabbed Ralph's arm and effortlessly pulled him back down. "We are
not interested in blackmail, or anything else. We aren't asking you
for anything. We are offering. Now, if you wish to go back to Laura
and your kids and listen to her prattle on about real estate, feel
free to leave. We will not stop you."
He had done it again. How did he know this, Ralph thought. And
clearly, he couldn't remember the last time his heart was racing like
this. You take excitement where you get it, he thought, and just
looked straight at Davis. "Ok, I'm listening."
CHAPTER TWO - THE DEAL
"Let me ask you a question Ralph - what brings you into this club?"
Davis asked.
Ralph hoped the look of surprised didn't register on his face. How
did Davis know he'd just been thinking about that? But to prevent a
long pause, he simply said "I love looking at big tits, what do you
think brought me here?"
"What I think," Davis said. "Is that you are a sexually frustrated
man. And what brought you here was excitement. Something a bit
dangerous. A bit new. Something erotic. Being around these girls,
in this club. I bet it excites you so much thinking about things like
that, yes?"
Ralph had to admit it, Davis may have been onto something. He just
nodded.
"What would you say if I could offer you that... and more," said
Davis.
"Oh, so here's the pitch, eh?" laughed Ralph. But his laugh was muted
somewhat. He did want to hear what this man had to say.
"Look at Amber over there. Lovely, isn't she?" said Davis, stroking
her hair and then massaging her right breast with his hand, rolling
her nipple between his fingers while she let out a soft moan.
"Don't you think her life must be so erotic and exciting?" said Davis.
Ralph turned to look at Amber again, he watched her huge tits wobble
with each inhale and exhale, he saw the men in the club staring at
her. His heart was racing.
As he was about to say something, he was startled by a man screaming
Amber's name. She quickly got up and bounced to the man, who looked
to Ralph to be some sort of club manager. They had a discussion that
seemed somewhat animated.
"Ralph," said Davis, regaining Ralph's attention. "How would you like
to live Amber's life... for a time. How would you like to know what
it like to BE Amber?"
Ralph looked at Davis with a look of anger and surprise. "What? Why
would I... what the hell are you talking about?"
Davis leaned in, whispering for the first time. "I know other things
about you, Ralph. I know you've dreamt it before. Wondering what it
would be like to be a woman. All those times you tried to have sex
with your wife, and she rejected you. You thought... now if I was the
woman, we'd be having sex all the time. You fantasized about it,
didn't you. Haven't you?" Davis leaned back, and smiled.
Ralph was blushing. He tried to rouse up anger, but it wasn't there.
It wasn't like some huge fantasy of his, but yes he had thought that
if he were the wife and Laura the husband... their sex life might be
better.
"Well, just because I maybe have thought that...doesn't mean I'd want
to be... that," he said, acknowledging Amber as she sat back down.
"Plus, what difference does it make? What are we even talking about?"
Davis smiled. "I'm not talking about some fantasy, Ralph. Nor am I
talking about having you undergo some surgical procedure. I know that
wouldn't interest you. But what I'm asking is... would you be
curious to live as Amber... for a time. If you had the chance to?"
Ralph tried to think of the "right" answer. With Amber there now, the
question was a bit more uncomfortable. "Well, what person wouldn't
want to experience something from another side, for a week. Just to
see what it was like. It's just showing a sense of adventure. It
doesn't mean that .... You know."
Davis and Amber both laughed. "Oh honey, we know you're straight if
that's what you mean," laughed Amber. She moved her chair closer to
him, and gently rubbed her boobs against his chest, her hand rubbing
against his crotch, as his erection quickly was pushing against her
touch.
"See?" she laughed.
"So, what do you think?" Davis asked.
"About what?" asked Ralph. "Who are you and what are saying?"
"What I am saying," he said, "Is that I can allow you to live as Amber
for a time, if you wish it."
"Well even if I did," said Ralph, "And even if it were possible...
even then, I can't just disappear for a week. I have
responsibilities."
"Oh, and you'll continue to fulfill them. Or, should I say that Amber
will," said Davis. "You see, Amber would become you and live your
life."
Amber bounced on her seat with joy at these words.
"You guys have both been eating the giggle fruit from the ha ha tree,
haven't you" said Ralph. "Because I know I'm not important enough to
be on Punk'd. I think you've wasted enough of my time. I'm going to
go."
Ralph got up to leave, and this time, Davis didn't try to grab him.
He just said, matter of factly, "I can prove it to you, if you sit
back down."
Ralph could not resist this, and sat. "Prove it to me how," he said.
"Pick someone in this place, Ralph, anyone you'd like. Point him or
her out to me," said Davis.
Ralph scanned the room, and settled on a man sitting in the back
corner. He'd seen him here before. This man must have weighed 400
pounds."
"Him. Chubbs over there," said Ralph.
Davis nodded and stared at the man, his index fingers pushed together
and below his chin as he did so.
"Done" said Davis, simply.
"Done... what?" said Ralph.
"See that young waitress over there, the one who served us our drinks?
Watch her and your chubby friend for a moment. Beginning now."
Ralph watched as the waitress suddenly put her tray down and walked
right over to the table of the fat man, and sat down beside him. She
stared off into space. The fat man, on the other hand, seemed quite
excited by his guest, and turned to speak with her... when suddenly...
he stopped. Ralph could see him shrinking... his body becoming
smaller and smaller, even as the waitresses grew larger and larger.
The rest of the patrons were not watching, but Ralph stared in
amazement as the shimmering ended... and where once sat a fat man, now
sat a man of maybe 175 pounds. And where the waitress once sat, sat a
woman of nearly 300 pounds. Neither said a word, nor seemed to notice
a change.
"What the hell?" said Ralph.
But Davis was not responding, instead he continued to stare at the
couple, as they again began to shimmer, and their flesh returned to
normal. When this was done the waitress stood up and returned to her
duties, while the fat man again leered at the stage.
"How..."
"How is unimportant, Ralph," said Davis. But you have seen a small
glimpse of what I can do. So I ask you now, do you wish to live as
Amber for a time, while she lives as you? If not... I will make you
forget this offer was ever mentioned, and you may return home."
Davis reached into his pocket, and placed a red pill and a blue pill
on the table.
"Ralph pointed to them and a quizzical look in his eyes. "Those
aren't..."
"The red one is ibuprofen, the blue one for my allergies," interrupted
Davis. "The pollen count is quite high this week,"
Ralph looked at them both. He hated himself for being suckered into
this, but he had to admit, it did feel real for some reason. And even
on the odd chance that it was real... how could he not be curious?
How could he not take an adventure, in a life that has been so devoid
of any.
"Yes," said Ralph. "I don't still know what I believe... but if you
asking if I would do this if it were possible, my answer is yes."
Amber squealed with delight, her boobs knocking both beers off the
table and sending them crashing to the ground, while Davis simply
reached into his suitcoat and pulled out a contract.
"Let's begin," Davis said. "Shall we?"
CHAPTER THREE - THE AGREEMENT
Ralph couldn't really believe what he was doing. He still considered
it to be a joke, but here he sat, signing what appeared to be a basic
contract. He agreed to take on the life of Amber Hughes, and in
return she would take on his. Both agreed not to commit any criminal
acts during their time in the other's life, nor to do anything to
otherwise make the situation for the returning "host" appreciably
worst. Ralph just kept signing where indicated, and shaking his head.
"Ok, so how is she supposed to live my life?" Ralph asked. "I mean,
she doesn't know me. How can she do my job, have conversations with
my friends and family, all that stuff?"
Davis pulled out a manila folder and handed it to Amber.
"You saw how much information I had about you, didn't you Ralph?" said
Davis. "I've just given Amber a quick synopsis. But honestly, in her
business she's pretty good at lying her way through any interpersonal
situation, aren't you hun?"
Amber nodded, giggling.
"You will also find, that the longer you spend in your new life, the
more comfortable you'll become. You'll find that many memories are
still stored in the body, muscle memory, for instance. You won't all
of a sudden be unable to walk with those big tits hanging off your
chest, if you're worried about that," Davis laughed.
"And my life is pretty simple, honey," Amber said. "Come to work, get
paid, go home. You can handle it! You'll have sooo much fun!"
Ralph shook his head again. Davis collected the signed documents, and
after seeing that they were all in order, put them back in his case.
"I know you're still skeptical Ralph," he said. "And if my show of
power didn't fully convince you, I don't think you will be convinced
until the real thing. So let me explain how this works. For you to
change places, you will need an exchange of sexual fluids. It must be
a consensual act. When that is done, the changes will begin... quite
rapidly, actually."
"So what you're saying...."Ralph started.
"What I am saying," Davis interrupted, is that sweet Amber here will
give you the best blowjob you've ever had. And probably the first one
you've had in years, yes? And when that is over... well, you'll see."
Ralph got aroused at the thought of this sexual creature giving him a
blow job, but still showed his hesitancy.
"Look, Ralph," said Davis. "Let me put it this way. Two things are
possible now. Either I'm telling the truth, and you are about to
embark on quite an adventure, or I'm full of shit and all that is
going to happen is you get the best blow job of your life. What have
you got to lose?"
Ralph looked over to Amber again. She was sucking seductively on one
index finger, while the other was tweaking her nipples, making them
grow hard and big.
"You make a good point," said Ralph.
Amber smiled, and stood up. After kissing Davis on the cheek again,
she grabbed Ralph by the arm and pulled him towards the girls'
dressing room.
CHAPTER FOUR - TRANSFORMATION
Amber pulled Ralph through a door into the girls' dressing room. It
was nothing like he'd seen on movies and the like. He expected three
walls of mirrors with big round light bulbs around them, and racks of
skimpy outfits. Instead, it was a table with one mirror hanging on the
wall over it, and a few curtained off changing areas.
"Not watcha thought, huh?" giggled Amber. "I had the same reaction my
first time too!"
Ralph watched her disappear behind one of the changing curtains, and
though he was just a second behind her, by the time he pulled back the
curtain she was already on her knees, waiting for him.
She was quite a sight. Her huge boobs bouncing and swaying with each
breath. Despite his unhappiness, Ralph had never cheated on his wife,
and even as Amber was unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants,
he was trying to convince himself that getting a blow job isn't
cheating.
But his thoughts suddenly snapped back to the situation at hand when
he felt Amber's soft, plump lips surround his raging hard cock, and
begin to suck on it. It had been years since his wife had done this,
and he could not believe how good it felt. As she continued sucking
him gently, Ralph staggered back a bit, and he felt his cock leave her
mouth with a loud "pop".
"It's ok, honey," Amber cooed. "You should probably sit down anyone
so you don't bang your head."
Ralph nodded and sat on a small bench, while Amber edged towards him.
Instead of sucking him this time, she flopped her huge tits on his
lap, and rubbed them on each side of his cock. He never considered
himself small before, but all of his cock that he could see between
the massive orbs was the very tip.
Amber smiled, as she heard him moaning with pleasure. She pulled her
boobs off his lap and pulled him again inside her mouth. Ralph was
overcome with pleasure. All thoughts of his wife, and cheating, and
the agreement... everything... flew from his mind. All he could think
of was the pleasure. Amber began sucking him more rapidly, her hands
now reaching up and cupping his balls, scratching them lightly with
her painted nails.
She increased her pace, and Ralph's head fell back against the wall
with a slight thud. He barely noticed. As he drew closer and closer
to climax, he lay there, mouth agape, awash in pleasure, as he let out
small moans.
He knew he was about to blow inside her mouth, he continued to moan as
she sucked him deeper and harder, his mouth open, he could do little
more than mutter "ohgod ohgod ohgod" as his orgasm drew near. And
then... it happened. The wave of pleasure was amazing, he hadn't felt
it in years. He started to scream in pleasure but found he couldn't.
He tried to gasp for breath but struggled as his mouth was filling
with a warm salty liquid. He opened his eyes to see his own face
staring at him with a smile, as he suddenly realized he had his now-
female lips wrapped around his own cock, and his mouth now full of his
own cum.
"Oh you bitch!" he screamed, spitting out the salty fluids on the
ground. "Why didn't you tell me that was going to happen!"
"You didn't believe it was going to work anyway, did you honey.. I
mean Amber," his old body laughed. "What would the point have been of
telling you?
Ralph barely heard the answer. He just rested on all fours, trying to
get the vile taste from his mouth... and began to notice such odd
sensations. For one, his new, huge breasts were scrapping against the
ground as he moved, and his overly sensitive nipples hurt as they did.
He brushed the long blonde curls from his face and sat up, his hands
roaming over a body he thought it was impossible for him to have just
30 seconds earlier.
"Holy fuck," he said in a soft, unfamiliar voice. "This is for real."
CHAPTER FIVE - A NEW LIFE
Ralph just sat there on the floor of the dressing room, his hands
squeezing and kneading the gigantic boobs that now sat on his chest.
"This is just...." He said.
"I know, I know" said Amber, who had gotten dressed and was just
tightening his tie when Ralph looked up at him.
"You need to get used to being called Amber now, honey" said the new
Ralph. "And you should call me Ralph, ok? Try it."
"Ok... Ralph," said the new Amber. But the whole situation just
seemed so funny to him, that he started giggling, setting off his new
boobs in every direction, which just made him laugh harder.
"Oh you'll have fun with those, no question, dear," the new Amber
said. "But I've got to get home, my "wife" will have dinner waiting
I'm sure."
The new Amber pulled herself to her feet, not realizing before that
she was a good eight inches shorter than her old body.
"You're about 5-2, if you're wondering" said the new Ralph. "Just
grab your purse and check out your new driver's license. Well, I have
to go, bye bye and have fun!"
With that, the new Ralph kissed the new Amber on the cheek, and left.
"Wait, what do I do now?" said the new Amber. But it was too late,
she was alone, topless in the dressing room. He just walked back out
onto the club floor, looking for Davis. But with each step he
couldn't believe just how different, yet wonderful, his borrowed body
felt.
Before he could find Davis, however, the man who had been talking
loudly to Amber early approached him, his eyes wild.
"Where were you, Amber?" said the man that Ralph somehow knew was
named Curt. "You're up for your second set! You can't go up topless
you silly little thing. It's called strippING ... not stippED."
Ralph nodded, unsure. He wasn't sure what this man wanted him to do.
But before he could say anything, the waitress (Becky, he suddenly
knew) ran up holding a gold bikini top.
"Here you go, here you go!" said Becky breathlessly! Ralph just stood
there in a slight stupor. The sensations were just overwhelming.
Curt and Becky put the bikini top on him... doing so in a way that
made it seem they'd done it before. Ralph felt the sensation of his
new, huge boobs even more strongly with the top. It was if they were
being tugged on. It was erotic.
"Now get up there!" said Curt, giving Ralph a little slap on his butt.
That served not only to get Ralph on the stage, but to further raise
his arousal.
Ralph had seen this stage a bunch of times, but never from this angle.
When he was here in his own body, the place made you feel anonymous.
No one looked at him, he could just blend in.
But now, even in the dark, he could see every set of eyes in the place
squarely on him. And... he loved it. He felt a wetness between his
legs, and he felt his body start to dance. He'd seen Amber do it
before, but it was more than that. Just like Davis had said, this
body knew what to do.
Ralph couldn't believe how hot he was getting. He was fondling his
big tits, jiggling them in the faces of the men who surrounded the
stage. The money kept being tossed at him. It made him feel a little
dirty, but so much more aroused.
The pole was wonderful. He took off the bikini top, and cuddled the
pole between his massive juggs. It at once felt so cold, and so hot,
and he could see that the crowd was loving it.
One guy in particular was clearly loving everything Ralph was doing,
so he walked over to him and bent over, his huge tits right in the
guy's face. The guy pulled out a $20 bill and reached up towards
Ralph's tits, brushing them slightly with his finger as he did so.
Ralph gave him a little smile, and used his tits to squeeze the bill
and take it.
The power Ralph felt at that moment overwhelmed him. He could swear
that every man in the place must be noticing the wetness dripping down
his smooth thighs, but he didn't care. He locked eyes with his now
favorite customer, and just started to smile a little more broadly,
moving his shoulders slightly to cause his big tits to sway
hypnotically in his face.
Ralph saw the man reach into his wallet and pull out a $50 bill. As
he held it towards Ralph, Ralph just let the smile start to fade from
his face, and looked towards the other side of the bar. Before he
knew it, his mark had reached back in and pulled out a second $50
bill. Ralph smiled, and took the bills with his delicate hands and
put them in the man's mouth. Then he leaned forward, and snatched the
bills back with his huge boobs, brushing against the man's cheeks.
Ralph thought he was going to have an orgasm right then and there.
The man didn't have a beard, and looked clean shaven, but just the
end-of-the day stubble was enough to cause his cheeks to be rough, and
that texture against his sensitive boobflesh was enough to elicit a
small "oooh" from Ralph... the sexiest noise he'd ever heard from a
female... and it came from his own mouth.
The music stopped a moment later, and Ralph walked around the stage
collecting the money. It was mostly $1 bills, but there were a few
$5's and $10's, plus the $120 he took from his favorite. All told, he
figured he made about $250 for five minutes of work.
He walked off the stage smiling and almost giddy, heading right over
to the table where Davis was sitting. Davis was applauding Ralph as
he reached the table, causing him to blush.
"Sit, sit," said Davis. "Are you pleased with my work?"
"Oh my gawd" said Ralph. "This ... all of this, is so awesome."
"I've taken the liberty of collecting your things," said Davis, while
handing Ralph a bright blue tote bag. "You've danced your last dance
for the night, you should probably go home and get some rest."
"Home..." said Ralph with a melancholy tone, even with his new lilting
voice.
"Yes, Amber," Davis said. "Your home. Our friend Ralph went home a
while ago, and is enjoying a nice evening with his family. You need
to get to your home and get some rest. You agreed to work lunchtime
here tomorrow, remember?"
Ralph nodded. Davis pulled a light green sweater out of the tote, and
handed it to Ralph, who pulled it over his head and felt it strain to
contain his new tits. He also put on the tight pair of jeans Davis
gave him.
Davis helped Ralph up, and walked him to the door. The cool night
air caused his curly hair to blow and billow around his head, another
stimulation he had yet experienced.
"That Toyota is yours, dear" said Davis. Before Ralph could say
anything, Davis kissed him on the cheek and gave him a little pat on
the butt. "Your friend Ralph said you should look in your top bedside
table drawer when you get home. Now off with you, and remember you're
due back here at 11:30."
Ralph opened the car door, and looked inside. The seat was so much
further back than in his explore, and the ride was lower. But when he
sat in the car he realized while the seat was so far back... as even
at distance, his tits pressed up against the wheel.
Ralph giggled to himself, waved to Davis, and drove towards his
temporary home. Although Davis had handed him written directions,
Ralph just let himself drive and felt that he knew where he was going.
The smile on his face, and wetness between his legs did not fade one
bit during the drive.
Ralph pulled up to a small condo complex. He parked in space #12,
which he knew belonged to Amber, and pulled out his keys from the tote
bag. He giggled to himself at her Fall Out Boy keychain.
Entering the apartment for the first time, Ralph was a bit put off
that it did not seem that neat. He had expectations for what this
kind of a girl's place would look like, and this wasn't it. Still it
was nice enough, and all he could think about was getting into bed and
exploring his new body. He undressed as he walked toward what he knew
was the bedroom, and was naked by the time he reached the king sized
bed covered in pillows.
Tossing the pillows on the f loor, Ralph let his hands roam over his
new body, cooing and moaning as he did so. He could not believe how
sexual this body was. It had been years since he felt anything like
this... in fact, he may never have been so aroused in his life.
And whether it was the giant tits he was playing with, or the fact
that his arousal was not accompanied by the normal throbbing erection
he expected... he was on the edge of orgasm just as he laid on the
bed.
He then remembered what Davis had said, and opened the nightstand
drawer with shaking hands. He reached in and pulled out a large, blue
dildo. He'd seen photos of dildos before, but never seen on in
person... nor of course held one.
He was surprised how big it was. He was surprised how slick and
rubbery it felt. And just as he thought about how amazing it would
feel to put it in his new pussy, he was overcome with a crashing wave
of orgasm. His body bucked again and again on the bed, as he felt his
tits flop and slap about his face, and the dildo wiggle in his hand.
"Damn," he giggled between gasps of breath, "I'll have to save you for
tomorrow." With that, Ralph hugged his huge tits and felt sleep
overwhelm him.
CHAPTER SIX - DAY TWO
When Ralph awoke the next morning, he reached down to scratch his
balls as he always did first-thing in the morning, and instead found
his new pussy... a wonderful reminder that last night was not a dream.
He immediately rolled over, pulled out the blue dildo and proceeded to
fuck himself for the next hour. At times he wondered if his screams
of pleasure might cause the neighbors to call the cops, but he didn't
care.
After his third or fourth orgasm of the morning, Ralph noticed it was
nearly 10:45. He begrudgingly stopped stimulating himself and took a
quick shower. As the water rained down on his huge sensitive tits,
and he got his new pussy all soapy and wet, he made a mental note to
bring his new blue friend into tomorrow morning's shower.
Luckily for Ralph, Amber was apparently a bit compulsive. On top of
the dresser were small stacks of clothing, which apparently were her
outfits for the week. He took the one on the furthest left - a black
bra / panty set, a short blue denim skirt, and a bright pink scoopneck
top.
It was nearly 11:15, and while he was now dressed, his hair was still
quite wet. Unaccustomed to long hair, Ralph had tried drying it with
his shower towel, but that wasn't too effective. His hair was quite a
mess, but since he knew most everyone would be spending so much time
looking at his tits, he didn't think it was too big a deal and headed
to the car so as to not be late.
During the short drive, Ralph wondered how much money he'd make today,
while absently rubbing his pussy with one hand and driving with
another. He half hoped to get pulled over for speeding, just so he
could see the look on a cop's face.
When Ralph walked into Jiggles right at 11:30, his good mood was
quickly broken. First of all, the place was empty. He'd never been
here during lunch, and apparently most people did likewise. He saw
maybe two or three young guys hanging around the stage, and that was
it.
He was pleased to see Becky was working the day shift as well.
"Not much of a crowd, huh?" Ralph asked. Becky nodded in agreement,
but Ralph could see something was on her mind.
"Something bothering you, Becky?" Ralph tried not to have a smile on
his face as he asked, but he still hadn't gotten used to the lilting
voice coming from him.
"Well," Becky said. "It's just that... you left last night, and none
of us got our cut."
Ralph stared at her, but somewhere in her mind she knew that the
dancers were in the habit of sharing part of their tips with the wait
staff each shift. And by walking out without doing that the night
before, she'd become a pretty unpopular person.
"Oh, I'm soooo sorry," Ralph stammered. "I... I... don't know where my
head was. How much... I mean, how many were working with you, do you
know?"
Becky told him that there were six on the shift, and Ralph reached
into his purse and pulled out $120 and gave it to Becky. He wasn't
sure how he knew $20 per person was the going rate, but he did.
Becky told him she'd get everyone paid.
Suddenly last night's $250 haul was cut in half, Ralph grimaced.
Still, he could make some more today. But as he began to head to the
dressing room, he was grabbed roughly by Curt. "Get in my office -
now" he said.
Ralph followed, or more accurately was dragged there, as Curt pushed
her down into a chair. Being handled roughly like this made Ralph
uncomfortable, and reminded him of who and what he now was.
"First off," Curt bellowed "Where do you get off NOT getting here 15
minutes before your shift like everyone else. I'm taking your first
$100 today as punishment, you get me?"
Before Ralph could say anything, Curt continued. "I don't know what
the hell's gotten into you the last few weeks, but it stops now or
you're out on your ass. No one is worth that."
Ralph hated when girls "play dumb" but in this case... he was. "What
do you mean?" he asked.
I hired you for the same reason I hire all the girls here, I liked the
way you suck my cock. The last few weeks you've got a cold, you've
got a hair appointment, you're fucking some guy behind the dumpster, I
don't know what the fuck you're doing. But I know you've been
avoiding me, and that ends now."
Curt stood up and dropped his pants, pointing to his cock.
"You get over here and suck me now, or you're out. Don't fucking
talk, just suck."
Ralph remembered what he'd promised. He didn't want Amber to lose her
job. Still, she hadn't obviously been doing this for a few weeks...
so she must have had a reason. Curt moved closer, putting his dick
just a few inches from Ralph's face.
"Suck or go," he demanded.
"Then... I'm going," Ralph said, standing up. As he did so, Curt
grabbed his arm, and twisted hard, causing Ralph to welp.
"You listen to me you cunt, if you go... you ain't coming back. You
get me?"
Ralph nodded as Curt pushed him back in the chair and snatched the
purse he was clutching. Curt rooted around and pulled out a pair of
$50 bills, stuffing them in his pocked. He then found and envelope
with what looked like another few hundred dollars and took that too.
"This is the hundred you owe me," he laughed. "And the rest is for my
pain and suffering. Now get the fuck out of here!"
Ralph grabbed his purse and made for the door. He felt himself
starting to cry a bit. Was he scared? He wasn't sure what was
brining the tears, but he wanted out as fast as he could. As he was
moving through the club, he had to slow down a bit, as moving too
quickly caused his boobs to flail around, even in the bra, and it was
an uncomfortable feeling.
He breezed past Becky, who tried to speak with him, and out into the
parking lot. When he got there, he saw Curt standing next to his car,
with a baseball bat in his hand and a smile on his face. Ralph saw
the broken red pieces of plastic behind the trunk, and knew that Curt
had smashed out his break lights.
"Get the fuck off my property," he demanded, and Ralph did as he was
told. He cried all the way home. He knew that he had a few days to
try to make things right for Amber, and that the first step was
probably getting away from Curt.
CHAPTER SEVEN - A VISITOR
When Ralph got back home, he sat on the couch and turned on the
television. He put on SportsCenter and just tried to relax. For the
first time in this body he didn't feel aroused. He just felt a bit
shaken, and knew the rest would do him good.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but Ralph was awoken
suddenly by what sounded like a key in the door. Before he could
react in any way, the door flung open and in strode a large man. He
looked like the linebackers on his high school football team, Ralph
though. Thick and strong. His shaved head and goatee gave him that
kind of menacing look. A look that was... familiar? "Mike," Ralph
thought. "Is this guy named Mike?"
"What's up, sugar lumps?" said the man, laughing as he ran over to
Ralph and picked him up like a rag doll and squeezed him in a hug.
Before Ralph knew what hit him, this man planted a kiss on his lips,
and Ralph could feel tongue. He didn't know how to react.
"Um....hi," Ralph said, after being put back on the ground.
"'Um... hi' yourself," laughed the man. "That's all you got for me?
Get back here."
The man... Mike... pulled Ralph too him and began kissing him
passionately. He was so strong, and it clearly felt like this was
something familiar... so Ralph just let it happen. But the next thing
he knew, Mike had picked Ralph up and carried him into the bedroom.
Ralph felt weak, but the way his boobs slapped against this man's face
as he carried him made Ralph in some ways a bit aroused too.
But not wet. That didn't seem to matter to Mike. Within a matter of
30 seconds, Mike had pulled off Ralph's panties and had entered his
pussy. Holding Ralph's wrists down, Mike thrusted faster and faster
while laying on top of Ralph. Ralph winced silently in discomfort, as
his pussy was too dry to take this kind of sex. As if he realized
this, Mike leaned his head down and began sucking at Ralph's tits.
Ralph's head arched back and pushed into the pillow beneath his head
as feelings of pleasure began to envelope him.
He wasn't even bothered being fucked by a man. It felt natural in
this body, and so did the pleasure that was mounting with each passing
second. Ralph bucked his hips in rhythm with Mike's thrusts, and felt
himself getting wetter and wetter.
Mike suddenly took Ralph's left nipple between his teeth and began
nibbling on it. At first it felt good, but as he did so a bit harder
it caused more pleasure than pain. Still Ralph was so wet now, and
didn't want the sensations to stop.
And then, in a second it was over. Ralph felt Mike's final thrust,
and could feel his pussy being filled up with cum. It dawned on Ralph
that Mike didn't have a condom on, but that was less important than
the fact that just as he was nearing climax, Mike seemed to have
"gotten his" and was done.
Mike rolled off Ralph, but leaned back and absently rolled Ralph's
nipples between his fingers, while beads of sweat ran down Ralph's
tits and disappeared into the deep crevice between them.
Ralph tried to push Mike's hand down to his pussy, hoping he give him
the sexual release Mike had just enjoyed, but Mike just pulled his
hands away, and clasped them behind his head as he lay on the bed, a
satisfied smile on his face.
"How about getting me a sandwich, Amber," said Mike. "I got to get
back to the office soon, so move that cute butt of yours."
Ralph wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Somehow
this man held sway over Amber, and Ralph could feel the remnants of
those feelings in him. So he got out of bed and walked to the
kitchen, where he stood naked, making a sandwich, even as he felt
fluids drip from his pussy down his thigh.
Ralph tried to focus on what he was doing, but just as he was
finishing, he felt Mike reach around him and squeeze his tits, hard.
Mike pulled him close, and began kissing Ralph's neck as he continued
to squeeze his tits.
"You got my rent, hun?" Mike said between kisses. "I'm going to the
track with my boys tonight and I need it."
Ralph didn't answer .... This Mike was Amber's landlord? And just let
him fuck her? There were memories in his mind, but he couldn't make
sense of them. There was too many stimulations at once.
Meanwhile Mike was rooting through Ralph's purse, and came up only
with $17.
"Where the fuck is my money, Amber?" said Mike, he voice now a bit
colder. "You not been working? "
"I kind of... you know... quit today," said Ralph sheepishly. "You
know that guy Curt at the club? He's a real ass and..."
"I don't care about that stuff," said Mike. "You want to live here, I
need the rent. Just get me $500 by the morning and you can work off
the rest in... other ways. So get that ass back to work and get your
job back today, understand?"
Ralph nodded. He had this stinking feeling that he was messing up
Amber's life, and a tear came to his eye.
"Oh, don't think that shit works on me... you're not my wife." Mike
said. "Speaking of that, she and my kid are coming to town for a
week, so you got to get out of here for a few days. In fact, you got
no rent, just get out today. I'll track you down when she's gone, and
we can talk about a new arrangement."
Now the tears came hard and fast. Ralph couldn't stop them, and that
just made him cry more. Mike was, as he said, unaffected, as he went
into the bedroom, threw the last few things into Ralph's suitcase and
brought it to the front door.
"Oh don't be such a drama queen," Mike said, tossing Ralph his shirt
and skirt. "You'll be back here in a week or so, and I'll be ready to
fuck the shit out of you after a week with my wife."
Ralph barely had a chance to get his shirt over his massive tits
between Mike was pushing him out the door.
"Damn, this whole place smells like your pussy. I got to air it out
before she gets here," said Mike. And with that, Ralph found himself
standing outside, suitcase in hand, and no where to go.
CHAPTER EIGHT - ON HIS KNEES
Ralph briefly thought of contacting Davis to see about ending the deal
early, but realized he had no way to do so. The only place he knew to
look for him was the club. It suddenly dawned on Ralph that there was
only one place he could go.
As he pulled into the Jiggles parking lot, Ralph felt sick to his
stomach. He knew how humiliating it would be to walk back into this
place, but he also knew that he'd messed up Amber's life in just about
24 hours, and he needed to fix it.
As he sat in the car, he briefly considered going to a temp agency.
Maybe he could get Amber some real job. But then he looked at how he
was dressed. The low cut top, the giant tits, and the distinct smell
of sex still upon his thighs.
No, he knew this was the only way.
Curt was near the entrance when Ralph walked in, and just started
laughing.
"Oh you have to be fuckin' kidding me," Curt said. "Don't you know
what ‘fired' means, you cunt?"
Ralph walked up to him and said in a whisper, "Please... can we just
talk? I ... need my job back."
The smile on Curt's face made Ralph sick, but he followed him back to
his office without a word.
Curt reached over to Ralph and grabbed at his shirt with two hands,
ripping it down the middle. Ralph hadn't bothered to put his bra back
on when Mike threw him out, so his huge tits just flopped and jiggled
on his check. Ralph felt humiliated, and also a bit afraid because he
knew that shirt was one of Amber's favorites.
Curt pushed Ralph's head down hard, forcing him to his knees, and
seconds later had thrust his cock right in front of Ralph's face.
"Suck it good if you want to come back. NOW."
Ralph nodded, took a deep breath, and pulled Curt's cock into his
mouth. He had his eyes closed, trying not to see what he was doing.
But the feeling of the cock rolling against his tongue and pushing
towards the back of his throat, the musky smell from Curt's crotch,
and the feeling of his own giant tits bouncing with each thrust made
quite sure that Ralph knew exactly what he was doing.
The thing was, Ralph started to notice that it wasn't that bad. It
felt familiar, no doubt about it. He knew it had to be done, so just
increased his pace. As he did, the violent thrashing of his boobs
started to feel uncomfortable, so he cupped them in his hands and
pressed them against the underside of Curt's balls. This seemed to
feel a bit better, and also caused Curt's cock to feel even bigger and
stiffer in his mouth.
Ralph was surprised by the violence of the cumshot. It seemed to come
all of a sudden, accompanied by a low guttural grunt from Curt. Ralph
swallowed instinctively, but the load was too big and too quick, so he
felt some dribble out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
The taste was just as disagreeable as it was when he transformed, but
he didn't dare spit anything out.
Curt dragged Ralph to his feet and stared straight into his eyes.
"Every day, "he said. "You got me? Twice a day if I want it. Any way
I want it. Why I let you get away with things before I don't know.
But that's over. You want your job, this is the deal."
Ralph nodded, and grabbed an opened Diet Coke can from Curt's desk and
took a drink. The mix of cum and soda in his mouth made him want to
throw up, but by the second sip most of the taste was gone.
"Now get out there and dance," Curt said.
Ralph nodded. He walked out into the club and then into the girl's
dressing room to get ready for his set.
CHAPTER NINE - THE WAITING
The rest of the week was a bit of a blur for Ralph. Curt let him
sleep at the club, but it meant an extra $50 per night for his take.
Ralph danced as much as he could to make money, and found it less and
less erotic with each dance.
Occasionally a patron would come in who Ralph would recognize, and
instinctively know what he liked. It helped bring in some extra cash.
He got used to giving Curt his blow jobs each day, and occasional was
ordered to let Curt fuck him. Twice, Curt had Ralph follow a friend
to his car and give him a blow job. Once, the guy gave him $5, and
the other time he gave him nothing.
Curt set him up for one bachelor party on his fourth night, and the
pay was good. He got $300 and all he had to do was strip for about 15
horny guys, and then let the groom to be fuck him in the ass. As he
was being taken that way, he seemed to remember that Amber didn't mind
it as much as other girls.
Ralph found that little bits of Amber's life memories would pop into
his head when he needed them, but overall found his focus on things
fading. He was just going from dance to dance, patron to patron, blow
job to blow job.
On the afternoon of the seventh day, he was on his knees in Curt's
office sucking him off, when, at the last second, Curt pulled out and
shot his hot come all over Ralph's face and in his hair.
He had done this another time during the week, and Ralph said nothing,
for fear of losing his job.
But as he sat in the dressing room, trying to get the dried cum out of
his hair before his next time on stage, he was ready to get back to
his old life.
Fortunately, when he stepped out on stage, he looked into the crowd
and saw Davis sitting at a table in the back of the club.
A huge smile crept over Ralph's weary face, but he also felt a bolt of
renewed energy. His dance was the most erotic of the week, basically
making love to the pole. When he bent over to take a $20 with his big
tits from a patron, he knew the guy could smell how wet he was. In
fact, as he lingered there, the guy pulled out another $10 and held it
forward. Ralph bent down and took it with his teeth.
When his song ended, he circled the stage as usual, picking up the
stray cash. He barely noticed how his huge tits bobbled and wobbled
as he bent down, and instead just focused on the cash.
Rolling the bills up with his discarded bikini top, he ambled over to
Davis' table, and surprised himself by planting a nice kiss on Davis'
check as he sat down.
"Oh am I glad to see you!" Ralph cooed. "I'm glad the week is over."
"It was quite an adventure, though," Davis said. "Wasn't it Amber?
Tell me more about what happened."
Ralph went into some details about Mike, and Curt... about living at
the club, about dancing, and generally tried to gloss over the details
of how many times, and in how many ways, he was fucked. He was a bit
embarrassed about it. Not because he thought it made him seem gay,
but for some reason because he thought it made him seem cheap.
"It's ok sweetie," Davis said, stroking Ralph's hair. "A girl's got to
do what a girl's got to do."
"Well, either way... I'm excited to get my life back, my body back,"
Ralph said. "Where is Amber?"
"My dear," Davis said simply. "You ARE Amber now. This is your life.
There is nothing to get back."
CHAPTER TEN - THE FINE PRINT
Ralph stared at Davis. Half in anger, half in confusion. His first
instinct was to rise up and hit him, but for some reason he did not.
"Good girl," Davis said. "Violence will get you nowhere. Now, come
out to my car with me and I will explain."
Davis reached out his hand, and Ralph half-heartedly took it.
As the two stood and headed towards the door, Curt intercepted them.
"Where the fuck you taking her?" he demanded. "She ain't done dancing
tonight."
Davis reached into his wallet, and handed a $100 bill to Curt, and a
$20 to Amber.
"I just need her...um... services for a few minutes," Davis said. "You
don't mind, do you?"
"Fuck her in the ass for all I care," Curt laughed. "Just get her back
in here in 20 minutes. She goes back on."
Ralph tried to glare at Curt, but it just came out as a pout.
When they reached his car, Davis walked around and opened the door for
Ralph. But before Ralph could sit, Davis reached down and pulled the
passenger seat as far back as it could go, obviously in response to
the size of Ralph's tits. This action made Ralph blush with
embarrassment.
"Sit down, dear" Davis said, "and I will explain."
Ralph wanted to hit him, he wanted to scream out in anger, but instead
he just sat in the car, his huge boobs bouncing uncomfortably on his
chest as he adjusted himself into the seat.
Davis walked back to the driver's side, entered the car, and shut his
door. He then turned towards Ralph and put his hand on his thigh,
gently stroking and massaging it.
"You will find, my dear, that you are unable to move right now. I
just think it makes it easier. Otherwise you won't listen. But
you're free to talk."
"What do you mean I can't go back," Ralph said. "We had a deal, we
signed a contract."
"That's right honey, there is a contract, very good."
Ralph didn't like the way Davis' tone was now more patronizing than
anything.
"The contract was signed by Ralph Schuman, giving him the right to
return to your body anytime he wants after one week. But I've spoken
with him, and he doesn't want to go back."
"But I'm ..." Ralph demanded. "I signed the contract!"
"I don't think so, Amber." Your name is Amber Hughes. Isn't it? If
not, tell me what your name is."
Ralph started to answer, but felt Davis' hands moving up his thigh,
and felt his arousal rising, despite his resistance.
"My name... well my name is Amber in this body, yeah," Ralph said.
"But you know what I mean. When I was in his body, I signed it... as
him."
Ralph found his brain more scrambled than it had been even earlier
today. He looked at Davis with a pleading look in his eyes. In
response, Davis moved his hand up to Ralph's now moist pussy, and
being slowly inserting two fingers in and out in a rhythm, causing
Ralph to close his eyes with pleasure.
"I know it's tough to think straight, Amber," Davis said. "That's
natural, isn't it? You remember what I told you... don't you? As time
passes, you'd reach into this brain and pull what memories and skills
you need from it. You saw that happening, didn't you?"
Ralph nodded, his eyes still closed and his breathing deeper as his
pleasure grew. He remembered how he knew about Mike, how to dance,
how to dress... his relationship with Becky... and even as he thought
of these things, more memories started flooding his mind.
"Yes, very good... think harder, dear." Davis said. "You see...
memories cannot be shared. What you remember, Ralph now forgets. And
what he has come to remember this week.. you have begun to forget. I
gave him a book of really challenging crossword puzzles as a little
gift the other day, I can see from the glazed look in your eyes
tonight that he's been doing quite well with it."
Davis increased the pace of his stimulation, and Ralph felt his own
wetness betraying his anger and confusion.
"That's it, Amber," Davis cooed. "Just enjoy it. And while you do,
try to remember how much money you spent on those huge tits a few
years ago.. can you? Remember? You were already big, but since you
started to do a few adult films, and you wanted to feature dance, you
knew they needed to be bigger."
These memories did return to Ralph, he could see them. He could
remember the discussions. The costs. The procedures.
"Some of this is tricky, Amber," as you're trying to get memories from
the body's original inhabitant, as well as from the time the previous
man... who is now our good friend Ralph Schuman... was in it."
Ralph's eyes opened with a start, giving Davis a confused look.
"Yes, dear... that's right. I believe his name was Reggie. Some sort
of hot shot internet executive. Oh the original Amber was so excited
to change places with him. And he with her, I might add. He had your
body for nearly 10 years... some of the best years of your life, I
must say. What you are getting has a few more... shall we say, miles
on it? You'll still remember you were a male, you might have some
vague memories of family, of a job... but over time, that's all you'll
have remaining."
Ralph started to speak, but the growing pleasure prevented him from
doing anything but sucking air... feeling his huge tits heave with
each inhale.
"You remember me saying I was in placement, don't you? Is your brain
so fuzzy that you can't recall that? No matter... we'll discuss that
in a minute... Now, you want to come, don't you?"
Ralph nodded, he wanted nothing else.
"How badly do you want it?"
"So badly," Ralph cooed.
"Then tell me your name, dear... tell me your name."
His mind a whirl of emotion... her mind a whirl of emotion, Amber
opened her mouth slightly and said "Amber" just as a huge wave of
pleasure over came her.
She barely noticed that Davis had reclined her seat fully, and was now
on top of her, his fingers replaced by his hard cock, his hands both
roughly massaging her sweaty tits.
"Say it again for me, tell me again," Davis demanded. "And think of
all the times, all the places, and all the ways you've been fucked in
your life."
"I'm Amber, I'm Amber," Amber cried. "I'm Amber."
Amber felt Davis thrust one last time, and felt her pussy fill with
his cum, as her mind filled with horrifying, yet comforting images.
As Davis rolled back into his seat, Amber laid motionless... her body
quivering with tiny crashing orgasm aftershocks.
"Sit up," Davis said. "And you'll want to fix your hair. You go on
stage in five minutes."
Amber nodded, pulling her seat back up, and pulling the mirror down to
check her hair.
"I don't want to stay like this," Amber said. "I don't want to be
Amber. Please."
"Well what else could you do, dear.?" Davis said. "What was your name
when you were a man, do you remember?"
Amber nodded her head, in defeat.
"But I do know," Amber said. "That I want to be a man again.
Please... you can do that, right?"
Davis smiled. "Of course I can, dear. For $1 million dollars. You
come up with the cash, and I'll help you find the man. Of course, it
might be a bit harder for you to come up with the money at your age...
so you better be very aggressive about it."
Amber remembered when she... or whomever was in this body before was
similarly challenged. That's why she lived with Mike. That's why she
did films on the side. Posed for internet porn, whatever she could
do. She was all about making money."
"I can't do it," Amber cried. "I can't come up with that... it will
take years. It will take... forever."
"Yes, yes it might, Amber," Davis said. "And if it takes you another
10 years, those boobs of yours will be to your knees. And you'd
certainly be too old to dance. Not sure we'd find someone to take
that body. Hmmmm, I need to think about this. But for now, you go
dance. You don't want to get fired, do you?"
Amber's eyes got wide. She was on in a few minutes. She pulled a
tissue from Davis' glove box and tried to sop up the juices running
out of her pussy as she put her g-string back on. She ran back
towards the club, trying to fasten her bikini top as she did. .. but
eventually had to stop for a few seconds so she could make it clasp.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - LIFE CHOICES
Her set was the same it had been the last few days, but now her
attitude towards the patrons was even more jaded. All she saw were
dollar signs. If someone caught her eye, she sized them up. Is he
worth $20? $50? That's all that mattered. She saw her favorite
patron in the corner, and danced his way. He was usually good for at
least $50. As she shook her tits in his face, she wondered how much
she could get from him for a hand job? Or a blow job?
These thoughts made her scream inside, but she knew she had to keep
her eye on the goal. Money.
When her set was over, she collected about $215 from the floor, and
headed over Davis' table.
"Well, that's a good start, Amber," Davis said. "You must have a
couple of hundred dollars there, right?"
Amber was pretty sure it was a few hundred. But then she tried to
figure out how many times she'd have to do that to get to a million
dollars... but she couldn't. She knew she went to college as a man.
She knew it. But she also knew that part of her brain was now with
someone else. Davis laughed as he could see her scrunching up her
face trying to do the calculations.
"Don't worry your head about it, hun." He laughed. "If you make $200
per stage dance, you'd have to do that 5,000 times. So, if you danced
twice each day... let's see... let's say 350 days out of the year...
it would take you roughly eight years," Davis said.
"Eight years?" Amber said. "I mean... how old am I now?"
"Think about it," said Davis. "You know."
Amber closed her eyes. She would be 31 in two weeks.
"I'll be nearly 40," Amber sobbed. "I can't do this for eight more
years. Please... please...Plus... I don't want to. I might not be so
good at math any more, but I know I could never do that. Never pay
you. And I might be stuck in this body, but I'm not doing this for a
living."
Davis, for the first time, looked surprised. He hadn't considered
that Amber wouldn't come up with his money, some way some how.
"I'll... I'll... go get some real job. I'll get married, or whatever.
But I'm not doing this no more," said Amber. She was proud of her
resolve, even if it scared her to think about leaving and having
nowhere to go.
Davis leaned over, and grabbed a handful of Amber's tit, squeezing
hard. She felt a chill go down her spine as she remembered how much
she enjoys rough sex.
"This body is made for this, Amber" he said. "Just do what you were
meant to do... get me my money, and you can go back to being a man
someday."
Amber just shook her head. She'd dance for a few more days, save up a
bit of money and then try to find a cheap place to live while she
looked for a job. Maybe she could sell her car. Maybe she could
crash with her favorite patron. Letting him fuck her for a few weeks
might be worth getting on her feet. The thought of needing to lay on
her back to get back on her feet made her giggle.
Davis, seeing a good earning opportunity slipping through his hands,
was not done yet. He knew that Amber's diminished brain power would
make her easy to manipulate.
"Amber, what if I offered you $500,000 for a blow job?" Davis asked.
"Really," said Amber. "Really?"
Davis nodded, and Amber immediately got on her knees and started to
unbuckle his pants. Curt saw this, and started to walk over. But as
he got near, he saw that Davis was holding up $500 in his hands. Curt
nodded and went back towards the front of the club, making sure no
cops were around.
Amber sucked like there was no tomorrow. She knew her math wasn't
good any more, but she knew that $500,000 was half of what she needed,
and if she could just do this twice...
Before she could finish her thought, she felt Davis tense and cum. It
seemed a huge load, and Amber was amazed how she was able to swallow
it all. The taste wasn't even so bad now, and she felt herself
getting aroused, with her hand finding her pussy to confirm it.
She sat up into her chair, and wiped the cum from the corner of her
mouth.
"Wow, ok," said Amber. "So now I'm like half way there!"
"No, no," Davis said. "All I asked you was what would you do if I
offered you $500,000 for a blow job. I never made you the offer."
Amber felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Don't you see sweetie," Davis said, his hand on her shoulder. "You're
pretty gullible now. I can't see you making it in another job. But
here, you at least kind of know what you're doing. And I bet Curt
would be happy to pimp you out to help you earn even more money.
Don't you think that's the best way?"
Amber nodded. This Davis guy was smart, that much was true. And she
wouldn't be good on her own. Plus, Curt wasn't so so bad.
"I guess...." she said. "But I mean, is there no other way? I can't
live this life. Please, I'll take anything."
Davis relented. This girl wasn't going to be the earner he needed,
but he did have another way to get his money. He explained it to
Amber, and she agreed that it was better than nothing. He pulled out
the paperwork, she signed "Amber Hughes" and then felt herself black
out.
CHAPTER TWELVE - A NEW LIFE
It had been only three weeks, but Consuelo Martinez had settled in as
the new housekeeper for Ralph Schuman and his family. She was 23
years old, a native of Cuba, and spoke little English, and was very
very appreciative of Mr Schuman for giving her this job.
"I am muy happy," said Consuelo, as she bent over Ralph's home office
desk, her mind filled with images of the many times in the past few
weeks that she had let her employer fuck her from behind. Her small
cola colored tits shook violently as she was entered, and she orgasmed
just as her boss did every time.
The former Consuelo had paid Davis the nearly $15,000 she had saved
since coming to America to become the new Amber Hughes, and agreed to
pay Davis 50% of her earnings at Jiggles. She lived with Curt and
loved having sex with him. She loved her job desperately, and loved
being a powerful white woman... her life long dream. Davis figured he
might not get his million, but he enjoyed the end results very much.
Consuelo was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the bathroom floor of
the Schuman house, trying to make sense of things. Her mind was a
jumble of memories that did not make a lot of sense. She knew that
her boss told her in no uncertain terms that if she disappointed him
in any way, she'd be sent back to Cuba. She didn't want that.
The Schumans seemed a nice family, though. She felt some attachment to
the children, and thought Mrs Schuman to be very nice. And Mr
Schuman's cock was very nice too. She loved to please him.
He seemed to be disappointed in the size of her tits, though, and she
began saving up money to get them enlarged. She hoped it would please
him very much. But even as these thoughts entered her head, she heard
the door click closed behind her. She turned to see Mr Schuman
standing there, his pants around his ankles.
She smiled at her boss, and began to suck his cock. All part of a
day's work.