I watched her, the skimpily dressed woman by the wayside. She had on one of those black skirts that were way too short, and a dark blue dress that nicely accentuated her assets. Taking a slow, long drag on her cigarette, she seemed so… confident. So at home in her element. As if she belonged here, in the dead of night.
Then there was me - the timid teenager that had just lost a stupid bet. I still think David cheated that last hand. I could’ve sworn all the aces had been played already.
The punishment? To proposition a lady of the night. Slap nasties in a sweaty union of lust and sex. Get to know an experienced woman really well, so to speak.
Or to put it simply – to lose my virginity to a prostitute.
I hesitantly peered out from behind my chosen hiding spot, a lamppost that hardly concealed my body. I took in her demeanour, a nonchalant self-assuredness that must surely come from years of doing… this line of work.
But I didn’t move. My palms started to sweat. My throat ran dry. Try as I might, my legs just wouldn’t budge. Why was this so hard?! It didn’t look this hard in GTA! I swallowed tentatively to moisten chapped lips.
Alright, Spencer. Just walk up and tell her what you want. Easy peasy. We’re both consenting adults, and we both know what she’s obviously here for, so-
Wait. Was she… was she looking this way?
I freeze up, watching the mature woman stroll casually up to me, unable to move an inch. The overwhelming aroma of cheap, strong perfume filled my nostrils as she stopped in front of me, a sultry grin playing on painted lips.
“Hey there, young man,” she purred. “See something you like? 20 bucks and I’ll show you a real good time.” It was a husky, rough voice, vocal chords coarse with years of abuse from her nasty smoking habit. But with her, it seemed to just enhance her mystique. Her vulgar existence as a pleasure slave for hire. I hemmed and hawed, scrambling to hide my inexperience. I never stood a chance.
Which led us here. A motel room just a stone’s throw from where we had been.
My mind idly drifted to an explanation for why everything happening so quickly. Anything to take my mind off what was about to happen. Surely she had an agreement with the owner of the motel. Or maybe her pimp takes care of this stuff for her. That would make sense, right?
“I’ll get started, okay?” And suddenly, her seductive drawl brought me back to reality. That this was actually happening. I was about to get sucked off by a whore. Then she would- no. This was wrong. I hadn’t even met a girl I liked yet, and I was about to have sex with someone I barely even knew?
“Um!” I raised my voice to stop her, and she paused momentarily, her smiling face framed by my erect cock. I sighed regretfully.
“Look, I changed my mind. This was a mistake. I’ll still pay you the twenty bucks for all the, uh, trouble. But you don’t have to- WOAH!”
She ignored my pleas completely. With a swift, practiced motion, the head of my cock was quickly engulfed by the warm sleeve of her mouth. I saw stars as she bobbed her head slowly up and down, a firm and moist pressure as she caressed the shaft with her right hand.
All through the act she maintained a playful eye contact. I couldn’t help but return the gaze, lost in a haze of pleasure. At that moment, all that mattered was the bliss emanating from my nether regions and that piercing gaze that she kept ever so intently on me. As if she was giving herself entirely over to me. As if for this session alone, her body was mine to use. Nothing but an object meant solely for my satisfaction. A sexdoll created to fuck.
My pleasure built. Grew steadily to its eventual climax. She kept the rhythm up, sliding her plump lips carefully along the rod between my legs. I felt it stiffen painfully. Twitch twice in telltale warning.
She must have been able to tell, because her stroking sped up, her grin widening as she slathered the shaft with her saliva. I gripped the sides of the bed, hanging on helplessly as my cock swelled with need. She released my dick from her lips, and transitioned to simply jerking it off, fast and quick. Expectantly waiting for my ejaculation.
“I’m about to- about to-“
But before I could finish the sentence, I blacked out-
-and awoke to a stiff, erect cock pumping thick spurts of white semen all over my face. My mouth dropped open in surprise, and I felt a few stray globs shoot in. I swallowed on reflex, the bitter taste filling my mouth. Strangely enough, I couldn’t help but grin with delight. An involuntary response to the stimuli being transmitted. Like my body had been conditioned to do it.
And all the while, my mind raced as I tried to make sense of it all. The thick cock in my slender hand. The grunting of the young man in front of me, throwing his head back in ecstasy. The heady mixture of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke assaulting my senses. The cum all over my face.
And I broke out of my daze.
I quickly let go of the twitching cock and tripped backwards. I landed on my ass with a surprised yelp, and quickly came to realise that I no longer possessed the flat ass of a man. It was a squishy, jiggly cushion that filled my entire rear. The large, bountiful ass of a woman.
My hands fled to my chest, and immediately came into contact with two meaty breasts that spilled over the sides of my hands. A moan slipped out as my fingers squeezed my new sensitive tits. Tits that now hung heavily from my chest.
There was no denying it now. I had become her. The hooker that had brought me to this motel room. It dawned on me with growing dread that the two of us, in the span of three minutes and a blowjob, had somehow swapped bodies.
The young man slowly got up from the bed, smirking as he looked down at me, his right hand grasping the slick, flaccid cock between his legs.
“Fuck me, the spell worked. Didn’t think it would, but it did.” I heard the familiar, twangy whine of a male just out of puberty, a voice that I had always taken for granted. And it began to say words I had no control over. Words that hinted that he knew what had happened. Like he had caused it to happen. The fear set in.
“Change us-“
I grabbed my throat in shock, protest stifled. The boy laughed uproariously. He knew what I was thinking. He must have thought the same himself. My plea had come out in an unfamiliar voice. One that I had only once heard today, on that dimly lit street.
The husky, rough alto of a cheap whore.
“Change us back? Whatever do you mean?” he said tauntingly. He chuckled once more as he took in my frightened, blank look. “Alright; how about this? I’ll swap us back. Just answer one simple question of mine.”
He leaned forward, bringing his grinning face close to mine.
“What’s your name?”
That… was it? My name? And he’d switch us back, just like that? I opened my mouth and frantically grasped the first words in my head. A name that floated into view as soon as he’d asked the question.
“Candi Cox!”
I froze in horror, eyes wide at the sexualised moniker that rushed out naturally. That wasn’t my name. I- I couldn’t remember my name! The name of the boy who I was just moments ago! That was- it was the whore’s name!
Yet it was all that came to mind. A slutty title that no respectable woman would ever give herself; but one that my mind told me fit me to a T.
The boy continued in that haughty tone. “Can you tell me what you did yesterday, then? If you really were me, then you’d remember, right? It should come easily.”
Despite desperately wracking my brains for an answer, nothing came to mind. A complete, utter blank. I had zero clue what this boy had done yesterday. “Save it,” he chimed in after two minutes of silent panic. “I’ll tell you what I did. I had a couple of friends over. Cracked a few jokes, downed a few pints. David brought out a deck of cards, and we got to playing.”
“Then we made a stupid bet. That the loser would have to find a whore and lose their virginity. Yeah, I know it was dumb, but I was the serious kind of guy. They wouldn’t have known if I lied, but I would. So I looked for one. A whore.”
The story seemed… familiar. Like it was something that I must have done. Something that led me to this point. But I couldn’t recall even a single detail. The faces of my friends, the game that we played, how I had lost. There was nothing there. Then he turned to me with a smile.
“Now tell me what you did yesterday.”
The question instantly conjured up vivid images. The slapping of slick, sweaty flesh resounded in my ears. My breasts jiggled on my chest as I was helplessly thrust into. Unconsciously moaning as I felt a nice, hard cock hollow out my dripping wet pussy in just the right way. I heard the deep grunts of the man below me as he made me his bitch! Yes! Yes! This was it! What I was put on this world to do!
“No!”
I forced myself to stop with a panicked cry. That… felt so real! Like it was actually, really me! I shook my head frantically to rid myself of those lewd scenes, all while the boy looked on in glee.
“If you really were who you thought you were; why can’t you recall anything? Those little things, like your favourite food, or where you go to school? Why is it that no matter how hard you try, every part of your being confirms to you that you’re nothing but a horny little slut, who dropped out of high school to pursue a life of sucking and fucking horny men for cash? A ditzy woman that surrenders helplessly to her nymphomaniac desires?”
“I- I-“
“Oh,” he cut me off with a smug grin. “I think it’s about time now.”
“…t-time?”
The boy gestured for me to look down, and as I fearfully gazed where he pointed, I saw what he meant.
His thick, hard, cock.
My breathing quickened. No. I gazed pleadingly at the young man. This was one step too far. Whatever was left of my masculinity would die in that instant.
“Go on,” he urged me mockingly. “It’s what I’m paying you for, whore. Do your job.”
And my body obeyed automatically. Like clockwork, I stood up from where I lay. I clambered onto the bed, mounting the body that I once owned. And with trembling fingers, I touched his hard shaft to the entrance of my slick pussy – and let it push in slowly.
“Hnn-!”
A shocked yelp of confusion and pleasure slipped from my lips. The sensation of my new hole receiving a visitor was both foreign and familiar at the same time. I knew I wasn’t this whore. The slut that happily dropped to her knees and pleasured men.
But all my mind could think of was how good it felt. Remember all the different ways I’d been taken before. Twenty four years of hardcore sex. Of receiving as many fat dicks as I could handle. Of gleefully showing my cum-covered face to manly studs who would wordlessly toss a couple of notes to the side before leaving.
My memories and mind were conspiring insidiously to make me her - changing me so completely and fully into this cheap whore that I could scarcely imagine myself any differently. I tried to muster up the strength to fight. To protest the tightening noose around the nameless, faceless man I used to be. I felt I owed it to him to try.
But I didn’t know him anymore. He was just a stranger. Just another client I would show a good time. A fuzzy memory that would fade quickly, mercilessly plastered over by countless constant thoughts of cock and cum.
Because the only one I knew was Candi.
“…UNNGH!”
“YES! GIVE IT TO ME, STUD!”
With a grunt from the john beneath me, the stiff cock pumped forcefully upwards and stayed there a moment, bursts of warm liquid filling my insides so completely as the two of us were brought to screaming climax. My body shuddered in mind-breaking euphoria as hot semen leaked out my cunt as soon as the cock plugging it withdrew.
A dazed smile crept onto my face as I dreamily replayed the recent act of vulgar lovemaking in my mind. I was paralysed with pleasure, lost so fully in ecstasy that I couldn’t see straight.
So much so that when he pulled his trousers up and left the room, I hardly even registered it, too occupied with the afterglow of a good fucking. When I did finally regain the cognizance to look for the young man, to beg him pointlessly to swap us back, all that was left of him was two tenners on a bedside desk.
And I was her.
Candi Cox.
Never again would I be anything more than a slutty hooker by the roadside, angling for perverts and timid little virgin teens. A sex-crazed woman forced helplessly into this line of work by a body constantly ravaged by nymphomaniac urges. A high-school dropout that now spent her life on her knees pleasuring men – and loving it with all her heart.
And she was me.
The boy I didn’t know the name of.
Whose home address a dumb whore wouldn’t be privy to. The young man that I had just sucked off for twenty bucks, barely even enough to pay off this room for the night. Someone I would never see again. Because he was someone that I wouldn’t know.
An hour later, when my quivering body finally settled down enough to move, I pulled on my skimpy top, hard nipples poking vulgarly through the fabric. I slipped on my tiny black skirt, and fit my feet snugly into my heels. Touching up my makeup with practised ease, I pucker my lips in the mirror to ensure an even coating of lipstick.
I noticed a glob of cum that I had missed, and scraped it off my cheek with a slender finger, slurping it up happily. Mmm. I let the delicious taste sink in. This would tide me over till I met my next client. For a moment, my gaze lingers on the woman in the mirror. The slut I would be for the rest of my life.
And she smiled.
Ten minutes later, I was back at my usual spot, cigarette in hand. Waiting patiently and excitedly for the next time I would be called upon to show a man the wonders of the female form.
Nothing more than a cheap hooker.