Models: Troy Francisco & Kali Roses
Slamming the door with a little more force than intended, Kelsey let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding in. The click of the latch sounded like a promise to keep the stress of the club at bay and conserve the quiet apartment as a calm, protective bubble.
It took Kelsey a few seconds to realise the place was emptier than she’d expected. There were four of them sharing the apartment for the night, and while the bride-to-be Perri was still downstairs amongst a throng of friends, Kelsey hadn’t seen anything of either Ashley or Gabby for hours. Come to think of it, she couldn’t recall Ashley ever making it down to the club floor at all. As for Gabby, when she slipped away earlier Kelsey assumed it was in pursuit of some peace and quiet of her own, so it was a surprise not to find her book club friend coiled up on the bed with her nose in a novel.
Yet the apartment was silent, and when she called out to check if anybody else was in her enquiry went unanswered.
The realisation that she was alone unspooled a little more of the tension from Kelsey’s frame. At least this way she wouldn’t have to answer any concerned questions about why she’d left the main party.
Kelsey knew there was no shame in the reason. Simply put her social battery was a fickle thing, resilient one day and delicate the next. Even she couldn’t anticipate where on the spectrum it would fall at any given time, though she’d long since resigned herself to how wildly temperamental her spoon levels could be. And though this variability was frustrating, Kelsey was not ashamed of it – it was simply part of who she was, and having spent years working on her own self-acceptance she was content with that.
Even so, tonight had been one of those rare nights when she knew exactly how quickly her spoons would be used up. A loud and wild club she had never been to before, throngs of strangers, the requirement to socialise with an eclectic group half of whom she’d only met that day – the whole night was little more than a game of social anxiety bingo. It didn’t take a detective to deduce that Kelsey would wind up retreating to the safety of their apartment sooner rather than later.
If she was honest Kelsey was surprised how long she had lasted. She’d expected to be back here before sundown, but the inky sky outside confirmed that night had drawn in several hours before at least. Better yet, she could already feel her social battery recharging. With luck a short break from the chaotic lights and music would be enough to reinvigorate her.
Keen to keep herself from dwelling on her spoon levels, Kelsey decided to browse through the walk-in wardrobe. She hadn’t had the chance to explore it properly so far and she always found clothes shopping to be a soothing experience, so she figured perusing the wardrobes railings would offer a similar effect.
The wardrobe was much larger than she had initially thought. Lined with everything from bathrobes to ballgowns to bikinis – not to mention a slew of themed outfits up to and including the skimpiest school uniform Kelsey had ever seen – it looked like the costume department for a film set. Glancing around, she even noticed a velvet-lined shelf displaying an assortment of stunning lingerie sets. If the blank gap in the middle of the arrangement was anything to go by, it looked like she wasn’t the first person to take a browse through the wardrobe tonight.
She was just about to start rifling through the railings when her eyes fell to the wig display.
Eyes going wide, her heart fluttered. Wigs had always been something of a comfort blanket for Kelsey. Something about switching up the colour or style of her hair helped to stifle her nerves, as if allowing her to pretend she was some other woman who didn’t overthink each and every social interaction that came her way. If there was anything that would help put her in a more positive mindset it was a new wig to try out.
But which one? Standing five busts abreast and two deep on each shelf, there were dozens to choose from and no shortage of variety either. Everything from mohawks to afros were represented amongst the array while the colour palette ranged from ordinary browns, blondes and blacks to bursts of neon green, purple and yellow.
Though some of the more striking colours were tempting, experience had taught Kelsey to stick to what she knew. Going too wild was likely to make her nerves worse, not better, so it made more sense to opt for something more subtle. Something only her friends were likely to notice.
Something like that.
The wig was mostly blonde with darker roots, the long golden locks swirling down in soft waves. Kelsey estimated it would fall about two-thirds of the way down her back, and the combination of colour and length rendered it a far cry from her present brunette bob. Kelsey smiled: it was perfect.
It was the work of a few seconds for Kelsey to ease the wig off its bust and slip it over her hair. Using a nearby mirror to make sure it was positioned correctly and there were no stray hairs peeking out around her fringe or temples, she took a moment to savour the thrill of confidence the new look sent zipping up and down her spine.
Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this.
Kelsey barely had time to register the voice in her head before the wig tightened around her head. For a second she was certain it was trying to crush her skull, but then the pressure gave way to a strange poking, prickling sensation, as if countless tiny fingers were trying to wriggle down into her skin. No, not fingers – roots. Impossible as it was the wig was embedding itself in her scalp, stealing the follicles of the hair beneath until Kelsey could no longer feel any remnant of her former bob, only the sweeping blonde swirls now framing her vision. Her suspicions were confirmed when she tried to tug off the wig, only to be rewarded by the sharp pain of real hair being pulled.
Breath coming in startled gasps, Kelsey opened her mouth to voice her panic. But before she could do so the voice was in her head again.
Look at your hands. The voice was soft, sultry – the kind of voice that could manipulate you into giving up all your hopes and dreams and have you thank them for it. Yet there was something familiar in it too.
Doing as the voice said, Kelsey’s breath snagged in her throat.
Her hands were not her own anymore. The digits were a slightly thicker, the flesh several shades more tanned, while an engraved ring which hadn’t been there before now nestled snugly at the base of her right middle finger. More striking still were the white-tipped manicured claws gleaming in the light and the array of fresh tattoos lining the sides of her fingers.
Again Kelsey’s panic rose to her tongue in what would have been a babble of jumbled words. Again that alarm was cut off by an unexpected interjection. Only this time, that interjection came in the form of a hard, fast, orgasmic transformation.
For the first few moments Kelsey was barraged by impossible sensations. There was the aching heat that bloomed across her torso as her tits swelled by a few cup sizes. The similarly erotic sensation of her ass and thighs expanding until the stitching of her jeans creaked under the strain. There was the tickle of body hair retracting, the shock of cold metal on her skin as piercings adorned her navel and nipples, the mind-bending euphoria of her sex tightening. She sensed more jewellery appear around her neck and wrists, new hoop earrings too, while the brush of shifting material made it clear the transformation was not limited to her body alone.
And undermining all the others changes there was a constant tingle weaving beneath her skin. Forcing her scrunched eyes open and squinting at the mirror, Kelsey realised her transmuting body was peppered with new tattoos. A pair of matching wings on her inner forearms. A little line art butterfly on her left elbow and a single rose which – thanks to the sheer red lingerie she was now wearing – was clear to see nestling in her cleavage. A handful of quotes written in elegant font streaked her arms here and there too, though it was only when she twisted to the side that she noticed the true works of art adorning her back. More roses ran almost all the way from shoulder to hip, the impressive red designs framed by stark green leaves and yet more graceful writing. Peering out from behind the former wig’s golden waves, they seemed to beckon the viewer in, a wordless challenge to see what might happen if they could get close enough to swish her hair aside, remove her lingerie and admire her body art with nothing to block the view.
Kelsey’s transformation stopped as abruptly as it had started. The sudden absence of the corruptive pleasure left her breathless, and she was forced to grab the frame of the mirror to support herself when she staggered forwards. In the reflection she could see that her facial features had changed too, though not quite as drastically as she had anticipated. While unrecognisable to even her closest friends, up close a few faint details had survived the transition. The gentle curve of her jaw, the particular quirk of her left brow, the way her nostrils flared as she caught her breath: echoes of the woman she had been blended into this new face.
Her heart pounding and her mind reeling, Kelsey wandered out of the wardrobe in a daze.
The room she emerged into only deepened her confusion. There were a few key things that made it clear she was no longer in the apartment: the expensive framed artwork lining the walls; the massive circular mirror mounted on the ceiling over the bed; the large glass doors opening out onto a balcony with a much more impressive view than before.
Then there was the naked black stud lying on the bed, his hefty cock stood at attention and his eyes fixed on Kelsey.
‘You took your time,’ he said with a smirk.
The sight of the hunk unlocked something in Kelsey. She remained lucid and aware, yet in a single breath all the bewilderment of her transformation was usurped by raw lust the likes of which she had never experienced before. It roiled within her with the fury of a caged beast and it took everything she had to keep it under control.
Nevertheless, her pretty face betrayed none of the hunger within.
‘You can’t rush perfection,’ she purred, stalking around the bed so she was framed in the open balcony doors. Tilting her head so her long hair hung down to the side she allowed him to drink in the sight of her stunning body. ‘And as you can see, I am perfection embodied.’
Kelsey didn’t know who this man was but she wanted him. And so, exploiting the slutty confidence of her new body, she took him.
All it took was a single brush of her lips against his shaft to send Kelsey’s arousal into the stratosphere. He was so hard he barely needed her soft fingers to hold him in position as she kissed her way down the length of his shaft, but just the act of grasping his cock sent tingles up her arm. Her other hand rested on his inner thigh, his legs spread wide so she could plant her elbows on the bedsheets, and she quickly discovered that running her thumb along the sensitive skin where his balls and legs met set his eyes rolling.
On instinct she raised her ass high, providing an enticing view of her supple cheeks, their curves descending to the red sliver of her thong. When she glanced aside she noticed the man’s fingers tensing, clearly fighting the urge to rise up and grope her luscious rump. Keen to torment him she immediately began bouncing her hips, casting him a mischievous wink as the struggle to ignore her jiggling behind forced him to clench his jaw tight. His restraint was not made any easier by the little red heart tattoo crowning each cheek, their tips like arrows pointing to the prize he craved.
It took Kelsey a while to realise just how methodical she was being. For only was she teasing him like a seasoned nympho, she was also subtly preparing him for the next stage of depravity. On the surface it seemed like the long, slow licks she ran up and down his shaft were purely an exercise in torment, but in truth she was lathering his length in a film of saliva which would undoubtedly come in useful when she decided to feed on him proper.
Of course, there was the added benefit that her meticulous approach was fuelling the man’s lust for her. Kelsey could sense this was a hunk who knew the meaning of true depravity, yet already a sheen of aroused perspiration gleamed on his legs and chest and brow. Already his dick was twitching in her grasp, eager for more. Already his brow was furrowed and his muscles bunched as she infused his very soul with hunger without once taking him between her lips.
Her eyes fixed on his handsome face, Kelsey wondered how long it might take her to break him. And it seemed he was having the same thought.
‘Fuck. Eliza said you’d be good, but this? New turns are never this sexy.’
Simultaneously lifting her head and dropping her hips, Kelsey lay on her front between the man’s spread legs. Settling her hands on either side of his cock she smiled at him, her lips close enough to brush his head when she spoke.
‘I don’t know who this Eliza girl is, but from now on you can forget about her. You’re mine, hot stuff. And being mine comes with plenty of perks. Like this.’
Two things happened when Kelsey took the man’s dick in her lips. First, he let out a lustful sigh and let his head slump back so he was staring up at the ceiling. And second, blind panic set in.
Though she did not pull away her eyes bulged and her lips froze as the reality of her actions over the past ten minutes hit her like a freight train. At the time it had felt so natural to seduce him but now it was as if she had been a puppet, her strings manipulated by some slutty unseen force.
Fun, isn’t it? The voice filled Kelsey’s mind again, just as sultry as before. Don’t stop, babe. You’ve spent enough time prepping him for this, you may as well make the most of it.
Kelsey had already figured out that the voice was the one pulling the strings in this new body, but as if to drive the point him her head began to bob of its own accord. Her frozen tongue was animated once more, swirling around and around in a sordid dance as she worked her way steadily downwards. Each time she rose up the tight seal of her lips left a glistening patch behind, like the waterline on a beach wall, and each time she descended that line dropped closer to the base. Before long his head was routinely burrowing down her throat which began to bulge around his girth.
On the rare occasions the man managed to summon the energy to look her in the eye he met the deviant gaze of a shameless slut. In the confines of her head, however, Kelsey was wildly disoriented.
I don’t understand. What’s happening? Who are you?
I’m you, the voice said. At least, I’m the version of you who didn’t let her nerves get the better of her. I’m the path not taken. But you can call me Kali. And I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.
The explanation left Kelsey no clearer on what was happening than before she’d asked. But before she could question Kali further she felt an unmistakable release of pressure across her breasts. Her stomach flipped, hoping the sensation didn’t mean what she thought.
To her dismay, when she glanced down she found she was no longer wearing her bra. Not that it had concealed much in the first place, what with the low cut and sheer mesh panels, but now her plump tits were fully exposed, the balls of her nipple piercings twinkling like the fairy lights garlanding the balcony outside. Worse still, already her hands were fiddling with straps of her panties.
Wait, hold on, what are you doing?
What does it look like? Kali chuckled. I’m stripping. Weren’t you listening, babe? I did say I was going to show you what you’ve been missing.
By now the man had pivoted around while Kelsey herself had risen to straddle his waist. With her feet planted firmly beside his thighs she was supported by the stud’s powerful hands which sank into her fleshy ass cheeks to keep her in position. The head of his cock brushed against her folds sending electric lust crackling through Kelsey’s nervous system.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you. This is Troy. You’ll want to remember that name, because pretty soon you’re going to be moaning it very, very loud.
For the first few seconds after she sank onto Troy’s cock Kelsey’s world stood still. Everything froze, her senses shorting out to leave in her a state of limbo like the eerie silence just after a nuclear blast.
Then the shockwave hit. All her senses returned at once, each somehow heightened by the interruption. She could hear his primal grunts as his head delved ever deeper into her saturated sex, could smell his sharp perfume and the floral scent of the washing liquid used on the bedsheets, could taste the tang of precum on her lips and tongue. And the pleasure. Kelsey’s experience in lovemaking was by no means minimal, but the feeling of Troy’s girth stretching her folds and invading her insides was a whole new level of ecstasy. Her eyes closed and her jaw slack, she instinctively reached out to steady herself against his thigh and avoid crumpling into a heap.
Finally came the fireball. So far the pleasure had been purely physical – nerves firing, hormones swirling. But once it reached her brain it bought with it the blinding flash and scorching heat of raw, soul-warping lust. For several seconds Kelsey felt sure it was about to burn her to ash, but then the flash resolved itself into a billowing cloud of slutty desire which blotted out all else. In that moment all she craved was more. And lucky for Kelsey, neither Kali nor Troy had any intention of preventing her from satisfying that craving.
‘Oh fuck,’ she gasped as she began to bounce. ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.’
Kali was significantly more articulate. That’s it, gorgeous. This body is a vessel of sin. Let it fill you. Fuel you. Let it open the doors all those silly nerves have kept closed. This is who you were always supposed to be, embrace it.
Lost in a fog of euphoria, Kelsey struggled to find her voice. It took her several attempts; initially the bounce of her tits and the shudders that rippled through her each time she dropped down Troy’s cock stole the air from her lungs before she could form the words. But eventually she composed herself enough to speak.
‘I… I still don’t understand… how is this possible?’ Even as she spoke the slap of her ample ass striking Troy’s crotch filled the room and echoed out through the open doors. Her lover was unperturbed by the fact she was apparently talking to thin air.
You’re in Club Fantasy. Anything is possible. So how about you take a little break and let me explain the deal.
So far Kali had influenced Kelsey’s movements as a passenger, compelling her with encouraging words and irresistible desires. Now she effortlessly took the wheel, pushing Kelsey’s psyche into backseat of her own mind.
The shift of cognitive control was instantly clear in her mannerisms. Where before Kelsey had been driven by the frantic need to channel the orgasmia engulfing her mind, Kali was far more deliberate. Every motion was elegantly sultry, almost feline in their sinuous grace. She was practically hypnotic, enough that with the gentlest of touches she easily moved Troy around so she could comfortably switch from reverse cowgirl to normal. Now facing her man she began to rock her hips, leaning against his thighs for support as her voluptuous body rolled back and forth.
‘Tell me, babe, what made you reject Phoenix’s offer?’
The question sent Kelsey reeling for two reasons. First, because it touched on the regret which had been plaguing her ever since Perri explained that she would be having her bachelorette party at Club Fantasy. And second because deep down Kelsey had already started piecing together the truth behind what the wig had done to her. So far she had kept that suspicion suppressed, not willing to let herself hope, but now it was no longer possible to ignore.
It was widely known that Club Fantasy hardly ever hired new staff. For the most part those who worked at the club simply never left, and those who did invariably wound up moving into the adult industry in some form or another, whether streaming online cam sessions or signing on with Limitless, the porn studio in which Phoenix had a hefty financial stake. Even when staff did leave, however, public job advertisements to replace them were vanishingly rare, the club instead opting to headhunt new employees directly.
So when Kelsey was scouring vacancy websites last year the last thing she expected to stumble on was an opening as Phoenix’s personal assistant.
Having worked as a PA for most of her career the role was tailormade to her skillset. Better yet, it was a live-in role with accommodation provided at the club itself, the photographs of which were worlds away from the cramped basement flat Kelsey had lived in for the past several years.
When she sent in her application Kelsey hadn’t expected a response – she knew she’d be just one amongst thousands of applicants. Yet to her astonishment an email inviting her for an interview had landed in her inbox the very next day. By the end of the week she was sitting across the desk from Phoenix herself.
She… she intimidated me, Kelsey said. But there was no conviction in her words and Kali instantly dismissed them.
‘No.’
I had a better offer.
‘No.’
The job wasn’t a good fit for me.
‘No. You lied to all your friends but you can’t lie to me, so stop trying. I know you. I am you. We both know the real reason, so just come out and admit it already.’
Kelsey felt like her world was being dismantled. But it wasn’t just Kali’s words eroding her mind.
By now Kali had shift positions and was on all fours facing up the bed. Troy knelt tall behind her, one had on her fat ass which he used to keep her steady as he pumped and pumped in an endless rhythm. Fleshy ripples rolled over her rump, her thighs, her midriff and tits, all while her hair swayed in time with the rocking of her body. Even if she hadn’t been able to feel the beads of pussy nectar trickling down her thighs her arousal was audible in the wet slaps hanging thick in the air.
And with each thrust a new shock of euphoria rumbled through her, splintering her urge to pretend and allowing the truth to filter through the cracks.
I was too scared.
Kelsey hated how pitiful the confession made her sound, but it was true. Her interview had gone incredibly well – so well, in fact, that Phoenix had offered her the job on the spot. But even as Kelsey’s heart soared she’d hesitated, and that brief pause as all it took for the spectre of doubt to set in.
Could she really fit in here? All the staff Phoenix had introduced her to were so confident and outgoing, traits which Kelsey had never been able to harness. What if her colleagues didn’t like her? Kelsey knew from experience that solitary introverts generally didn’t blend well with large groups of extroverts. What if Phoenix had misjudged her? She could only assume the club owner’s previous PA was as sociable as Phoenix herself, and no matter how good Kelsey was at her job that was something she could never replace.
Phoenix’s hand extended to seal the deal. But Kelsey didn’t take it.
‘I’m sorry,’ she’d said, unable to look Phoenix in the eye. ‘I… I don’t think I’m the right girl for the job.’
The disappointment in Phoenix’s voice had only made Kelsey feel worse. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. For what it’s worth, I strongly believe you’d be the perfect fit, but if that is how you feel then I accept that.’ Then something new entered her tone, something that sounded almost like amusement. ‘I would say goodbye, but I’m sure our paths will cross again. Perhaps when they do you may be more open to joining my team.’
At the time Kelsey hadn’t dwelled on Phoenix’s last words – she’d been much too busy kicking herself for rejecting the opportunity of a lifetime. But as they returned to her anew that shift in tone finally made sense.
She knew this would happen. She knew I’d end up back here. That I’d find the wig and try it on. She knew I’d have the chance to live the life I turned down.
Kelsey’s arm was knocked from beneath her by a particularly powerful thrust. Suddenly off balance, her other arm buckled and she collapsed into the sheets with a soft whimper. Troy didn’t bother to help her back up, instead clamping his free hand onto the other side of her ass so he could continue his relentless invasion.
Her lids fluttering and her body awash with white-hot orgasmia, it was only when Kelsey bit her lip that she realised she was no longer a passenger in her own mind. While Kali was in control every sensation had been dulled just a little, like experiencing the world through gloved hands rather than direct touch. Though the difference was subtle, now it was removed she felt alive in a way she had never experience before.
Yet at the same time Kali was also still in command. Rather than switch places, Kelsey’s confession had drawn them into alignment. The divide between them was ethereally thin and Kelsey knew that if she truly accepted this new life that barrier would dissolve completely.
But could she really do that? Just because the wig had given her a glimpse of Kali’s life, that didn’t change who she was. How could she become this hotter, hornier version of herself when all that anxiety was still there just waiting for her guard to slip?
‘I’m not so different from you, you know.’ Kali’s words trembled slightly as she spoke, her breath coming in little gasps. ‘The club doesn’t remove one life and swap it with another. It opens you up to the possibilities of a life without inhibitions, but it doesn’t change who you are. And in the end it’s always your choice if you stay this way.’
Once again, Troy didn’t question the fact that she was talking to herself. Granted he was preoccupied by the task of pounding her dripping sex, but Kelsey suspected he too had been touched by the kind of magic that had transformed her, so she felt no embarrassment replying to Kali out loud.
‘But how can I? I just ran away from the dancefloor because it was too much to deal with. And you want me to live here? I’d burn out within a day.’
‘Are you burnt out now? What about your spoons? When you got back to your room you had none left. Are they still gone?’
‘No,’ Kelsey admitted. On the contrary, from the moment she’d joined Troy on the bed her mental batteries had been steadily recharging. Now, with their passion humming through every fibre of her being, she felt like she could take on the world.
‘Exactly,’ Kali said. ‘And if you stay here, they never will be. I’m not saying your nerves will disappear, because they won’t. Some days I don’t go anywhere near the main club because I know it’ll be too much to handle. But whenever I feel that way I know there are people who can help me chase that tension away. Here, let me show you what I mean.’
Pulling away from their lover, Kali rolled over. Laid on their back, they were faced with their reflection in the mirrored ceiling above. As Troy sank down beside them they spread their pussy wide, groaning as one when he slid inside once again.
Troy’s pace was slower now, softer, and if she’d had her way Kelsey would simply have laid there and allowed him to make love to her until they both came. But before she could close her eyes and bask in the pleasure, the reflection above her collapsed into swirls of colour.
In its placed appeared a new scene. One wall of the room was dominated by floor to ceiling windows which provided a stunning city view. The remainder were lined with racks and racks of every sex toy imaginable. A small clothes rail stood in one corner bearing a handful of costumes including a skimpy nurse outfit and a full-body latex catsuit, but as it was the two occupants were wearing nothing at all. The only indication that the space was anything other than a den of sin was the broad wooden desk beneath which one of the women was kneeling.
‘That’s it, gorgeous,’ Phoenix purred, smiling down at the PA buried between her thighs. ‘Let all your stress melt away. You know I’m always here for you. We all are. Anytime you need us, you only have to ask.’ Considering she was only a reflection, her voice was perfectly clear, though Kelsey wasn’t surprised – this was clearly one of Kali’s memories.
Kelsey watched Kali’s face come into view. Twinkling pussy nectar was smeared from chin to cheekbones. Her eyes were distant, her expression blissful, and she was quite obviously drunk on lust.
‘Thank you,’ she panted. ‘Thank you for everything.’
Phoenix’s eyes glittered. ‘You’re welcome. Now, since I’ve helped you, maybe you could help me.’ As she spoke she gestured towards the nearby clothes rail. ‘As you know, I keep my favourite transformations here in my office for private use on my lovers. But today I just can’t decide which one to use on you. Which do you think I should go for, my dear?’
Even through Kali’s glazed eyes the spark of mischief was visible. ‘Why stop at one? The only way to know for sure which to pick is to try them all and decide after.’
The grin that split Phoenix’s expression was one of raw hunger. ‘I knew I hired you for a reason.’
Before Kelsey could watch any further the image dissolved and she found herself staring at her own reflection. However, it seemed the vision had unlocked the rest of Kali’s memories too, for she immediately found her mind flooded by a cascade of similarly immoral images
Troy fucking her up against the wall in the shadows of the club’s corridors; a gaggle of sapphic sluts worshipping her body beside the pool of a lavish resort; Phoenix pegging her ass while urging her to suck the mammoth cock of a man she kept calling Jared. Memory after memory came in a blur of flesh and sin as the divide between Kelsey and Kali thinned to a whisper.
The combination of her newfound memories and Troy’s tireless thrusts set Kelsey squirming desperately. To keep her from wriggling away entirely the hot black bull rolled her onto her side so he could continue driving them both ever closer to climax.
‘This is our life in Club Fantasy,’ Kali said. ‘When our spoons are low we have people to be nice and slow and passionate. When they’re high we go out and seduce whoever the fuck we want then have the club corrupt them in any way we please. We’re still us. We just have a little magic to help us reach our full potential.’ Kelsey didn’t have to say a word for Kali to correct herself. ‘Alright, a lot of magic. But still, are you really trying to tell me you want to go back to a crappy apartment and a dead-end job now you’ve seen what you could be doing instead?’
It was the easiest question Kelsey had ever answered. ‘No. I won’t give this up again. This is who I am now, and I’m never going back.’
With that, Kelsey came. Hard. She had been so distracted she hadn’t even noticed her mounting orgasm, but now it tore through her body like a caged beast bursting from its prison. Flinging her head back she screamed, one hand gripping the bedsheets until her knuckles popped while the other flew back to seize the back of Troy’s head. Driven by instinct alone she dragged him into a hungry kiss and rocked against his hips while he continued to thrust through her euphoria.
When her high finally faded he was still going.
‘Are you ready to cum too, handsome?’
For the first time a smile edge across Troy’s lips. ‘Not yet. And I won’t be for a while. See, Eliza told me I wasn’t allowed to finish in you until she said so. And that once we started I couldn’t stop fucking you until she got back. Do you know what that means?’
Kelsey nodded. Now that Kali’s memories had become hers she knew exactly who Eliza was. Including the fact that the impish seductress was capable of warping reality to her will. Recollections of the numerous times Eliza had used her corruptive skills on Kali swirled through her mind, and her stomach flipped as the gravity of Troy’s words sank in: he couldn’t cum and he couldn’t stop. Not until Eliza returned. Which meant that as long as she was absent Troy would remain this hard and this tireless and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
Ah, yes, I may have forgotten to mention that. With their psyches merged, Kali’s voice was little more than an intrusive thought. My bad.
The new Kali had no idea how long Eliza left them waiting. Only her orgasms offered any suggestion of the passage of time, but in this magical body with its limitless stamina they were all but useless too.
All she did know was that the sound of the apartment door opening drew a delirious whimper from her lips. Her fingers gripping the edge of the mattress and her tits swinging wildly beneath her, it took all Kali’s remaining energy to lift her head and watch the bedroom door while Troy hammered her from behind.
When Eliza entered she looked like an angel. A tight white dress with a plunging neckline hugged her lithe figure and she slunk into the room on stunning stiletto heels. Yet while her image was heavenly, the grin that warped her pretty features when she laid eyes on the panting lovers was nothing short of demonic.
‘Ah, hello there Kali. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I trust Troy has been keeping you satisfied while I have been out. Don’t worry though, I assure you this was just the warmup. Now I’m back we can really get the night started.’
With any hope of respite snuffed out, all Kali could do was watch and moan as Eliza stalked over to join them, her eyes glittering with a deep, dark hedonism that drew Kali in and refused to let go…
Thanks for reading!
This chapter embodied multiple difficulties presented by other earlier ones, to the point I’m frankly astounded it turned out as well as it did. For starters, it was originally supposed to be focused on Canela Skin, however I was unable to find a gallery of hers that clicked with the vibe I was wanting to go for here, which ultimately led me to shift the focus to Kali Roses instead.
Then there was the fact that, like Adira Allure, Roses has had many bodily changes during her time in the industry. Even more so than Allure, in fact, since not only has she had cosmetic surgery including breast augmentation, but she has gone through significant weight loss and gain throughout her time in the industry. Once again, this meant I had to select which ‘version’ of her I wanted to showcase here. Ultimately, being filmed before her breast enlargement and after the stage of her career where she was especially skinny, this scene might well depict Roses at her most natural. In truth, that was probably why it appealed to me so much, because while cosmetic surgery is a personal choice, I tend to prefer natural bodies than surgically enhanced ones. And though I have no insight into her life experiences, if there was even the slightest possibility Roses was undereating to maintain her slim physique then that is not something I want to promote.
And finally, once I settled on this gallery, it meant I had to incorporate Troy as a returning male model. Fortunately this wasn’t a difficult task, and in the end I think it worked well having him as somebody we already know as it allowed me to spend more time focusing on the interactions between Kelsey and Kali, which was really fun since having both versions of that character conscious at the same time is something I haven’t explored before.
But perhaps the defining reason why I am so pleased with this chapter is its focus on the Spoon Theory. In my experience, near enough everybody I know whose interest in sex extends beyond vanilla is some level of neurodivergent, myself included, and as such I suspect this theory will be well known to/resonant with the vast majority of my readers. I have mentioned this in other stories before, but if ever there is a chance to reinforce a positive understanding of mental health and/or the approaches and coping mechanisms used to maintain a healthy mind, then I will gladly take it. And since the Spoon Theory is very prevalent in my own life, this chapter is particularly special to me. Needless to say it was a pleasure to incorporate such a personally influential concept into my work, and in my opinion the final outcome is as beautiful as it is depraved which, in the end, is pretty much the guiding principle of my work these days.
Image gallery: https://www.pornhat.com/albums/49275/tied-up-3/
