[Multi TF/TG] Dimensions of Desire - Part 2

Commissioned Anonymously 

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As the black band around his eyes retracted back into the walls of the machine Liam was smiling. That entire experience had been exhilarating. Mollie was looking down at him and for the first time in his life a part of him was disappointed to see her. Not because he didn't love her, no, he just wanted to be back in that alley already.

“Have fun?” She teased, “Your heart rate was through the roof!”

“Tha’ was…amazing.” He squealed, sitting up and getting to his feet, “Ahm already excited to try out a few more things.”

“Oh?”

He began to rack his brain, trying to figure out what he could do to tweak the fantasy even more. He thought of how rude he’d been to that shop girl; he liked being a bit crude but he didn't want to hurt an innocent girl's feelings again. Maybe he’d turn down the rudeness just a bit and as punishment, change the mental programming a bit more.

He began tapping away at the keys, leaning over so his bubble but was in the air for Mollie to admire. He was just about to start adding a few more mental locks when a hand began to caress the edge of his ass, fingers dipping into the crack.

“You really do look amazing.” Mollie whispered, “Think we could have a little fun out here first? Before you go diving in? It’s just been so long since I had a woman and fuck…you’re already so wet.”

Liam hadn't even noticed but of course he was. His mind may have been in another reality but his body still felt everything he did and as a result there were juices running down his leg. Delight passed through him at the realisation; what sort of whore didn't even realise her pussy was leaking down her legs around another person. A trash bag one, that’s who. And that’s what he was now.

Her fingers slipped down the cleft of his swollen ass to his hole, tracing in wet circles around his puckered entrance. So far only his own fingers had pleasured him and the idea of Mollie doing it instead made him shiver with anticipation.

“I took the liberty of giving you an elevated sex drive.” She whispered, “I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” He moaned, feeling her finger slip inside him, “Ah fookn’ hell!”

“Such a foul mouth.” Mollie teased, free hand pressing down on his shoulders so that he was standing with his chest pressed against the machine while she fingered him. “Does that feel good?”

“Fuck! Yes, fuuuuuuck!”

“Tsk tsk, such naughty words. You really are nothing but a tacky whore, no class.”

God, those words, they were flowing right to his mound which was burning as Mollie slipped a second finger in.

“And so loose too, I bet I could fit all my fingers in here without any issue. Then again, that’s what I get for picking such a slut for a partner isn’t it?”

Liam’s hips were stuttering, pushing back as a third finger slipped inside him and began to thrust against his new G-spot. He was swearing and moaning like the star of a cheap porno and he loved it. No more holding back, no more rules; just pleasure.

Expletives galore escaped his lips as he game, a gush of juices coating Mollie’s hands as his legs quivered and shook with the intensity. Mollie withdrew her fingers and sighed, seemingly content for now having just played with his body. He turned, surprised to see her cleaning her hands and heading for the door.

“Don’cha want me to return the favour?” He asked, Mollie shook her head.

“I can see you’re eager to play around, have fun darling. I’ll come and get you tomorrow.”

Liam had spent years perfecting his poker face; he was an expert at controlling his emotions and ensuring people saw exactly the right reaction at any given time. Were he still himself, he would have easily been able to keep his face straight and insisted that no, it was only fair for him to change back and spend the night with her. His inhibitions were too low now though and instead a grin passed over his features, instantly betraying just how happy he was to be given the freedom to spend a whole night in an alternate reality being his new chavvy self.

Mollie just laughed at his transparency and gave him a friendly wave before stepping up the stairs into the house proper, leaving Liam alone to play with his new toys to his heart's content.

The first thing he did was start changing the parameters of his mental controls. His first experience had been fun, but not perfect. He loved being able to speak his mind like that but he didn't want to be too mean; those were real people in some other reality after all. He turned up the uncouth behaviour and started adding in a few mental blocks.

No more Liam, his name was banned, it was time he gave this new chavvy persona a different name. His heart beat quickly inside his chest in excitement; he got to pick a new name to go with the persona. A whole new person he could be, somebody without the weight of expectations and legacy on their shoulders.

He thought for a while, fingers resting against his full lips as he paced barefoot on the floor, already missing the click of his heels against the ground. Then it came to him, Paizleigh; an awful spelling of a name that had always rubbed him the wrong way. Paizleigh was beholden to nobody, she did what and more importantly, who ever she liked.

With a squeal of excitement he kept playing with the mental parameters, removing his own name and replacing it with Paizleigh, as well as a habit of irritation whenever somebody tried to spell it ‘wrong’. That all sorted he moved on to the more physical side of things, typing in a few more additions before leaping back into the Genetic Altron with baited breath, hurriedly attaching the diodes and lowering the crown before flicking the switch.

He had to hold back a moan as he felt his breasts begin to change, subtly growing in cup size before becoming even rounder. The shape changed from a natural teardrop to giant round beach balls and he groaned as he felt them turn hard, filling fake silicone making his nipples stand on end at all times.

His ass swelled, taking on that same stiff roundness as it too turned fake. How much money did Paizleigh spend on plastic surgery he wondered, in a world where she was born a woman. His hips raised as his ass continued to grow, the skin turning shiny and it stretched out.

His lips followed suit; filling with botox and making his cheeks feel even sharper in comparison to the soft round skin. His hair turned short and brittle as the dye job got even worse; the sort of look only achieved after decades of cheap bleaching.

Finally he felt his mind turning fuzzy as the new mental programming he had selected was implanted. It was hard to keep the grin off his face as he felt the subtle shift in his thought process; he became she and when the transformation was complete it was Paizleigh who raised herself from the chair.

It was an odd feeling; to logically know that mere moments ago you were somebody else, to have their memories and even some of their feelings and yet feel totally disconnected from them; unable to even utter their name. She found that she could not even think of it; it was as if the word had been locked away in the vault of her mind, not forgotten, just stored away for later.

With delight Paizleigh jumped to her feet, bouncing on her heels and feeling the distinctly unnatural lack of movement from her large, womanly curves. Her bubble butt and huge breasts were so filled and fake they barely moved and she delighted in running her hands over them. They were still soft and squishy to the touch and just as sensitive as before but beneath the muscle and skin she could feel the hardness that could only come from a body that had been purchased from a surgeon.

She stepped over to the mirror and posed, turning this way and that to properly admire her new physic; it was almost too feminine; breasts too round, lips too full, hair too blonde; she loved it.

“Well, Hi there!” She grinned, waving at the mirror, “Look’n for a good time, are ya?”

She squealed with excitement at the roughness of his accent and the confidence with which her words left her mouth. No hesitation, no second guessing, not even with herself. It was paradise.

“Ma eyes are up here ya bastard!” She grinned, watching her reflection’s eyes roam across her body. This was too much fun, she had to give it a real go. So the question was, where to go to give this body a full test run?

She hopped into the machine with glee, listening to it hum as that black band covered her eyes. What sort of place would be fun to test this body out; perhaps something a bit more wild where she could really let loose.

The thought had only just entered her mind when that now familiar jolt jerked through her chest and her eyes blinked in surprise. She was on a bed, tied and eagle spread as a man in a cheap suit walked back and forth.

“You’re gonna have to be punished for taking off the top, whore.” He sneered, a whip in hand.

The room they were in was dingy, barely livable squalor and outside he could hear the wail of sirens and gunshots. Neither of which seemed to bother what she assumed to be her pimp. Paizleigh almost rolled her eyes; it was like something out of a porno. A moment's focus and the man was gone, reality swimming as she looked for a new path.

The darkness returned for a moment before slowly clearing, black fading away to be replaced with flecks of white. For a moment, she thought perhaps the machine was malfunctioning until the smell of grass coiled in her nostrils and she realised she was laying on grass. The white spots above were stars and it seemed she had been deposited in a park somewhere.

The air was smoggy and the sound of traffic filtered through the tiny patch of trees as she sat up and found herself in a small nature strip. Just beyond two beautiful women in short, tight dresses walked past, giggling as they headed up the street. She could hear it now, the bass thrumming in the air and beneath her fingertips. She stood and immediately flailed, catching herself against the tree that almost knocked the wind out of her.

The cause of her unbalance was obvious once she looked down, she was wearing inch high stiletto heels which sunk into the soft grassy mud. Paizliegh pouted; the shoes were so lovely too; a pretty sheen coated silver that was now marred by dirt.

With great difficulty she stumbled back to the footpath to take in the rest of her outfit. A red bra with a sheer curtain hanging off it passed for her shirt, a pair of tight, slightly ripped jean shorts that barely covered her fat ass and a choker, black velvet with a acrylic lipstick kiss hanging from it. The whole ensemble looked absolutely whorish and cheap and somehow suited her perfectly. Her head turned toward the music, purple neon light bathing her skin as she stepped closer with a wide smile; this outfit was also perfect for clubbing.

With a confident swagger she walked up to the front of the nearby blu, feeling his hips sashay as she went. She loved the feeling of their gentle sway, the way her ass cheeks rubbed together as she walked; by her guess there was enough plastic in there that she was surprised they didn't squeak. The idea made her giggle and earned a few odd looks from others waiting as she joined the line but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care what anybody thought; she lived life for herself.

A problem soon occurred though as she watched the people in front paying the entrance fee. There was no need to check her pockets, this outfit was so tight there was no point; she had no money. No wallet, no phone, nothing she could use to pay the fee. For a moment she pouted but soon her lips formed into a grin as a wicked idea formed in her head.

Putting on her best sexy pout she stepped forward when it was her turn and went to walk right past the bouncer.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” The man’s arm reached out to grip her shoulder tight.

The bouncer was the sort who embodied the name; tall, broad and more muscle than brains. He was looking down at Paizleigh with irritation but even so, he couldn't keep his eyes from slipping down to her prominent cleavage, something she was counting on.

“Ah already paid ya.” Paizleigh said innocently, battering her eyes before squeezing her shoulder in close to puff up her chest even more. “Don't cha remember?”

“No, I don’t.” The bouncer said, sounding thoughtful. “But tell ya what, maybe you can pay me later tonight, when ya leave?”

Paizleigh felt her slit moisten.

“Sounds fair.”

The man let her go and nodded for her to go ahead. Paizleigh walked in, glancing back to see the stink eye the next couple in line were giving her as they handed over their money. She stuck her tongue out and giggled, quickly ducking into the crowd before they could follow.

The air was thick with sweat and heat, filled with artificial smoke from the machines by the live stage where the band was playing. The entire room was bathed in pink and purple flashing lights. People crushed together on the dance floor, some dancing, some pretending to dance as an excuse to feel one another up in public. A hungry feeling filled her and she made for the floor, easily pushing her way right to the middle in time for a new song to start.

She did not hesitate; moving her body to the beat in whatever way felt the most natural. Her body swayed to the rhythm of the music, hips undulating in a sinuous, hypnotic motion that drew the eye like a magnet and Paizleigh laughed as she watched more and more eyes drawn to her. She reached skyward, fingers outstretched, as if she were trying to touch the pulsing lights that illuminated the club. She moved like a wild thing, flinging her wild hair around so that the tendrils framed and fell over her face,

For a few moments, the world faded away, and all that mattered was the beat of the music, the pulse of the lights, and the sheer joy of movement. She lost herself to the music and the sensations of the bodies as they brushed up and bumped against her. Appreciative hands found her, men and women’s alike; she could feel them stroking across the curve of her ass, brushing against her outer thighs and even in some cases, boldly touching the sides of her breasts. Her mouth parted, and her body moved as if possessed by some unseen force. She was the centre of attention, a goddess among mortals, and she revelled in the adoration of the crowd.

Eventually one pair of hands gripped her hips and stayed as a young man began dancing with her. Every few beats his fingers would slip and press against her bubbly ass, feeling the skin give. He leaned in close, yet still had to yell in order to be heard over the music.

“You look hot as hell!”

“Too righ’ I do!” She giggled, “Hotter even. I think ah need a drink to cool me down.”

The man gripped her ass one final time before taking her hand and leading her to the bar. Within moments a shot was in her hand and the one after that the alcohol was burning her throat. It was cheap, nasty vodka, drunk only for the purposes of getting drunk, rather than any pleasure. It felt glorious.

“More!” She slammed her tiny glass down and the man paid for yet another shot.”

Before the second one had even finished pouring down her throat that fuzziness that came from quick alcohol consumption was hitting her. Making her bones feel warm and soft beneath her skin in the most pleasant of ways.

“Ever done a coat hanger?” Her benefactor asked.

“A wha’?”

“Here, he slid over another shot glass containing a number of odd colours and a small straw. “Do the shot then suck the fumes up through the straw.”

Without hesitation she did so, downing the sweet drink before placing the straw into the glass and sucking in a deep breath. The effect was instant; her head fogged and her world seemed to sway, or perhaps that was her moving, it was hard to tell.

“Fookin’ hell, tha’s brilliant!” She laughed, “Le’s do ‘nother.”

Her words were already slurring together, that combined with the accent made her almost incomprehensible but somehow the man seemed to understand. Yet he shook his head and leaned in close.

“How ‘bout instead we do something a little harder?”

She’d never done drugs; the risks of addiction were too great and rich kids with drug issues were a dime a dozen. But she wasn't a rich kid anymore, nor did she have people looking over her shoulder; and most importantly, her impulse control was basically nonexistent.

“Hell. Fuckn’. Yes!!”

They made their way to the bathrooms, ignoring the little sign on the front. It didn't seem to matter, men and women alike were congregated inside, most of which were talking in hushed tones as they traded bags and wads of cash. Her new friend handed Paizleigh a little pink pill from his pocket, popping another in his own mouth.

“First time is free honey, but only the first time. Got it?”

Paizleigh just grinned and placed the little sugary pill on the tip of her tongue, rolling it around in her mouth until the sugar melted away and it turned bitter. She grimaced at the taste, swallowing it down. She felt a little disappointed when nothing happened at first, it must have shown on her face because the man just chuckled.

“Wait a little bit hun, go out and enjoy the floor. You’ll know when it kicks in.”

Paizleigh just shrugged and turned to leave the bathroom; new reality or not, the last thing she wanted to do was get caught up in a deal gone wrong. She made her way back to the floor and set about scoring more free drinks. It was so easy; a bat of an eyelid, a jiggle of her chest and the gifts just kept coming. She felt so wild and naughty, flirting with all these men and revelling in the attention. She let them touch her, their hands slipping beneath the curtain of her shirt to caress the undersides of her breasts, a few even slipped between her tight waistband and skin but no further.

She was starting to feel hot and not just because of the club. Her skin felt electric, even the most platonic of touches sent her shivering with need and as she stepped out onto the dance floor again she felt intoxicated by more than just drugs and alcohol. The music seemed sharper and louder, her eyes took in more detail and yet seemed simultaneously overwhelmed. She couldn't keep still, she danced, she humped against other party goers, she moaned, feeling the delicious sensation of skin against skin. As the floor got more and more crowded she started to lose track of where she ended and the other people began.

At some point her friend from the bathroom reappeared and one hand job later in the darkness of a secluded corner, another pink pill was hers; prolonging the wondrous effects of the drug in her system.

People stared and she drank in the looks, loving the attention no matter what form it took. All sense of time was lost until finally, she found herself stumbling out of the club in the early hours of the morning. Her feet were cold on the concrete and she realised for the first time that her feet were bare; when had she taken those heels off? Oh well, it didn't matter.

The morning air felt icy cold against her skin which was so hot it was almost feverish. A whole night of teasing had left her wet; her whole body one giant live wire ready to explode into flames at any moment.

“There you are.”

She turned to see the bouncer, tall, dark skinned and handsome as ever. He was leaning against the wall with a cigarette nearly burned down to his finger tips.

“You tryin’; to sneak away without paying what you owe?” He joked and the fire inside Paizleigh burned all the brighter.

In some ways, she was a virgin in this body and it was high time she did something about that. She walked toward him, revelling in her own confidence. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was not afraid to ask directly. The man stubbed out his cigarette and Paizleigh looped her arms around his neck, pulling them together and shivering as her first breasts pressed against his chest.

“Paizleigh.” She whispered huskily, “And I never leave a debt unpaid.”

“Zach.” The man replied, pupils dilating as his eyes dropped down to stare at her tits.

The conversation ended there; she wasn’t interested in pleasantries. Only what was between Zach’s legs. She pressed her thigh against his crotch and listened to his groan; she could feel a hardness forming there and her heart began to race with excitement.

“How much is the club cover?” She asked, while divesting Zach of his belt.

“Twenty quid.”

“Since tha’s ma normal rate we’ll call it even.” She winked before reaching a hand into Zach’s boxers and grasping his length. It was hot, just like her and solid in her hand.

The groan that came from Zach’s throat as she pushed the foreskin back was glorious. It made her so damn wet her legs squirmed as it began to drip down into her tight shorts. Fortunately Zach pulled them down as they moved deeper into the alleyway.

Paizleigh found herself squashed between the rough brick wall and Zach’s huge, muscular form. His hands were all over her, pulling her top down so that it sat bunched around her middle, panties and shorts at her ankles so that she was practically naked.

It was such a thrill, the street was only a few feet away and while few people would be out and about at this time, they were still in public. At any moment somebody could turn down the street and see her, with a nearly fully clothed man ravishing her neck with kisses. She continued to stroke him before gently guiding his dick against her clit and gasping. Somehow it felt better than fingers ever could. Zach manoeuvred himself so that he could thrust his thick girth along her pussy walls and Paizleigh was forced to grip his arms just to stay upright.

“Ah! Oh Gawd, fuuuuuuuck. Yes, more! More!”

Her hole was burning; her skin aflame. The remnants of the drug still in her system made everything come into sharp focus and seemed to double the pleasure. She felt so sensitive she could cum just from this but she held back, hard as it was. She wanted this cock in her, she needed to know what it felt like.

“Fuck me, pleeeeease.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Those strong hands were at her hips, easily slipping under her firm ass and lifting her up the wall before pinning her in place with his body weight. Paizleigh knew exactly what to do, perhaps some instinct the mental programming had given her without her even realising. She wrapped her legs around his square waist and pulled him close, guiding the tip of his cock into her hole and groaning as she felt them begin to stretch.

Her inner walls were twice as sensitive as the outside and as they strained to contain Zach’s length she threw back her head and threw caution to the wind.

“Fook’n-! Ah! AAAHH! Oh gawd!”

More expletives followed; foul language even a half rate whore would consider keeping inside but not her. She swore and writhed in pleasure as he sheathed himself fully inside her only to pull out just as fast and begin thrusting. Her back scraped against the wall, she could feel the brickwork digging into her shoulders and ass painfully but it just added fuel to her desire. Those scratches would be there tomorrow, maybe several days afterwards. Physical reminders of her own misbehaviour.

“Quiet now, don't wanna get-ah! Caught!” Zach grunted.

“Ah Can’t help it!” She wailed, “So big, so fookn’ big I can’t stand it ohhhhhh…”

Already she could feel her insides tightening; heralding an orgasm that was fast approaching and she desperately wanted to hold at bay. She wanted to savour this, her first cock; this body may be used to such treatment but it was her first time truly experiencing it. This was the body of a woman who had several men a night and yet she was still so easy to get off.

Zach was plunging into her fast and hard, slamming his head against her G-spot. She could do nothing but buck her hips in time and moan. Pinned to the wall as she was, Paizleigh had no say in their pace. She was at his mercy, unable to fight back even if she wanted to.

Her stiff nipples were caught between them, being rubbed by the slightly damp, sweat soaked shirt Zach had worn for his whole shift. She could smell his musk rubbing off on her; that beautiful, masculine scent that made her feel owned even though she knew she couldn’t be. A whore belonged to no one single man; on the contrary, in a way they belonged to her.

Zach was grunting and groaning now, unable to speak as he too got close. Her pussy was so sweet he was shuddering inside its tightness. The power of being able to elicit such primal savagery in a man, it turned her on even more. It was enough to push her over the edge. Her whole body seized for a moment, perfectly still as Zach continued to pound into her before a great wave of ecstasy flowed outwards from her pussy until it filled every fibre of her being.

Unlike before, she was silent, mouth hanging open as she gasped and shuddered, no sound able to escape until her muscles relaxed and Zach gave one final, hard push. Wetness splashed inside her and Paizleigh shivered; unprotected sex in an alley in order to buy her way into a club; what a fucking life. She was a total slag and she loved it.

With a grunt Zach pulled out and Paizleigh found herself standing on shaky legs. The man zipped himself up and then walked away, not even bothering to say a quick thank you or pick up her shorts. She grabbed them herself, shuddering as the seed and wetness flowing out of her was pushed back against her skin by her panties. As she was refastening her top she couldn’t help but wonder, where now.

An address sprung to mind out of nowhere and somehow she knew, in this universe, that it was home. What sort of home would a slut like this possess? She couldn’t wait to find out. But first she had another problem to deal with; how to get there. Initially she knew she was a long way from home and she didn't have a single cent to her name, not even enough for bus fare.

Laughter echoed from the street beyond and Paizleigh watched as several drunken men stumbled down the street. She smiled at the sight; she’d have that bus fare and then some soon enough.

~

The sun had fully risen by the time Paizleigh reached the apartment she knew was home. The neighbourhood wasn't the best, more than once she saw feral cats sleeping atop the bins beside the buildings she passed. It wasn’t the ghetto inspired awfulness of the first reality she had hopped into though; a nice middle ground that made her smile despite the exhaustion.

What she assumed to be ecstasy was finally wearing off, leaving her mouth dry and her body exhausted. She trudged up three flights of stairs toward the faded wooden door with a painted number three on the front and smirked, kicking the welcome mat aside and taking out the key. Probably not the best place to store it, all things considered.

The key turned and the lock unlatched itself to reveal her home. It was shabby; he could see an old television and a PS2 in the corner that looked as though it had seen better days. There were only two rooms, three if you counted the tiny ensuite off the bedroom. The basement of her old reality would have been bigger than the entire living area here. Exhausted, she considered returning but decided there was one last thing she wanted to do. Standing in front of the mirror beside the bed she slowly peeled the sweat soaked clothing off her body. There were drink stains, as well as those of other more passionate fluids across her shorts and shirt, to the point that she could feel the material stick to her skin as she peeled them off.

She could feel the filth of the club on her skin, clinging to her; she was sure she stank of sex and alcohol, maybe even a few other things. As she removed her shorts she saw something small fall out of her back pocket; a scrap of paper.

‘For when you want a good time x - Brandon’

A tiny pink circle was in the corner of the paper, a pill. The man from the bathroom who she’d jacked off for ecstasy must have slipped it in her back pocket without her noticing. There was a phone number beneath the name and she grinned; already craving that wild feeling she’d experienced in the club.

Almost lovingly she placed the paper down on the bedside table and went back to examination. Her beautiful body was already showing signs of the wild night; there were scratches on her shoulder blades from the brick wall, tiny bruises where Zach had gripped her hips a little too tight, even a red hickey or two. The later she didn't mind but the others made her pout; perhaps she’d gone a little too rough. No matter, she could fix that, she could make this world, herself, anything she wanted to be.

Despite all the attention it had gotten from Zach and the kind men who’d given her bus fare, her pussy quivered. It warmed, thinking of how she’d just scratched the surface of what she could accomplish here. All the things still yet to experience.

Paizlegh flopped backwards onto the bed, humming in contentment as the cheap, scratchy sheets rubbed against her naked body. Her fingers wandered, brushing down the curves of her body until they rested against her mound. The hair there was sweaty but the skin was hot and slick.

Slowly, almost lazily, she began to circle her clit, enjoying the gentle pleasure and warmth such a featherlight touch could elicit. She pressed a little harder, causing her muscles to throb in pleasure as she started to stroke in earnest. For the first time she realised just how much control she had; she could make herself into anything, make the world whatever she wanted; all with no consequences.

Her finger slipped down to her waiting hole and without hesitating she slipped it inside, running the rough pads against her inner walls. The sensations made her shiver and then she found it, that tiny bundle of nerves marked by a slightly rough patch of skin. She curled her finger against it and gasped; once was certainly not enough.

She did not thrust her finger in and out as all the women did in the porn he’d watched. Inside he kept the digit buried deep inside her, curling the tip of her finger over and over again against her new G-spot. Within moments she was shuddering, a gush of fluid coating her hand as she came one final time.

With that energy spent she barely had the strength to remove her hand and wipe it against the sheets. She was so tired and overwhelmed all she could think to do was sleep. So when her eyes fluttered closed only to be woken by the sound of machinery moving around her she groaned, blinking as the light of her old basement came into view along with Mollie’s smiling face.

“Have a good night?” She grinned, “I could tell by your vitals you were about to fall asleep so I thought I’d better get you out.”

“Can’t’cha just lemme sleep?” She groaned.

“No can do, come on.” Mollie helped her to sit up and immediately Paizleigh flinched, feeling something cold and wet against her legs.

Unfortunately, the filth and grime of the club no longer existed in this reality, leaving her squeaky clean but what hadn't disappeared was her wetness. A puddle of slick, viscous fluid was between her legs where she had presumably cum and squirted over the course of the night. Mollie raised an eyebrow but Paizleigh couldn’t bring herself to feel embarrassed; she had a great time after all. Everybody wishes they could be as confident as her when it came to sex.

“Let’s get you changed back,” Mollie said gently, “You probably need to spend today sleeping in order to function at the office tomorrow.”

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