Discounted Deals - Part One

The tension in the air around the Swap Clinic is palpable, the packed waiting room mostly simply staring down at their phones and laptops eagerly refreshing at a relatively bare webpage. It had been like this all morning, one by one people would shuffle in before dawn only to find a seat and begin the ritual of swiping down or tapping just a single button over and over.

The mood itself varied from person to person. While some sipped at coffees and enjoyed their early morning however they could while not losing their concentration others seemed to almost shake with nerves and stress.

From my subtle glances around the room I couldn't really pin down just what walks of life had found themselves filling out the small waiting room. The foggy and cool morning having left most of us rugging up to fight the elements. While on occasion one could see a nice new jacket or coat it was hard to tell much about the person beneath it.

Regardless, we were still all here for one thing.

To get first dibs on the Discounted Deals.

The Replacements - Part Five

Music plays from above me as I stir awake, the morning sun filling the room and warming my bare skin as I writhe in my seat. Exhaustion grips me, my mind recoiling as I reach around for the blanket to cover my head with. A yelp escapes my lips as I smack my chest in my limp flailing, my arm squishing my rack of fat resting beneath the loose white singlet.

My eyes shoot open with a start, my whole body lurching up as the memory of my late night rendezvous snaps to the forefront of my mind. My legs shake as I stand on unsteady feet, the floor oddly warm beneath me as I find myself standing alone in the spartan apartment.

The white walls are bathed in orange light, a faint mist hovering beyond the window diffusing the sunrise in a deliciously lush fashion. Low-fi beats play softly from hidden speakers in the ceiling, the soothing tunes making the early morning almost pleasant.

"Holy..." I mutter, coughing as my soft and gentle voice comes out in a delicate whisper. The black silky hair hangs in my face in a messy tangle, the sight causing me to reach up with my delicate hands to pull knots from the strands and part it as I begin to move through the apartment with some sleep under my nonexistent belt.

Double or Nothing - Part Two

I had been selected for a few reasons. From my height and sex to my education and endowment, the company behind all this felt I would be a delightful offering in the casino. They had even provided me with a good deal of chips to use for the more traditional gambling to get me through the door and down at the tables in the hopes of engaging their clientele.

Over the coming weeks I soon found myself flooded with free liquor, the days passing by in a haze as I won practically every single hand with a sense of almost impossible luck. No matter how many drinks were handed to me, no matter how blurred my mind or black out drunk I had been, my winning streak remained unbroken day after day.

However, while in this haze it became harder to assess the bets and to barter well. My winning streak soon leaving a trail of oddly altered bodies and lives in my wake while my own changed radically from day to day thanks to my morning and nighttime trips to the onboard Swap Clinic.

Re: The Replacements - Part Four

"Look" he states, pressing me against his rock hard muscles and squeezing my ass possessively. "I'm the reason you're in there, let's go on the cruise and you can fucking dump me or whatever when we land in Europe or whatever" he continues, seemingly trying to barter with the man living behind his ex's eyes.

He looks around nervous for a second, biting his lower lip before continuing his thought. 

"She fucking cancelled my ticket, but you can uncancel it and it'll all be good" he explains, the reasoning behind the bargaining slowly coming to light. "Let's just..." he begins, loosing his grip as he reaches for the door and allowing a moment to slip free.

I pause for a moment, thinking about my options after the pure deluge of information, before a smirk slowly creeps across my stolen face.

"Replacement, quanto costa (how much does it cost?)" I ask, looking over to the broker with a grin. The bright young Latina goes wide eyed for a moment before a smirk mirroring my own begins to form. She gives the two large men a look, the muscular gentlemen moving forward as if to approach the door as one pulls a small needle from his pocket.

"Oh sweetie, you've spent more than that on dinner in the past" the broker giggles, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, I've seen your expenses."

Double or Nothing - Part One

The low hum of an engine and the sound of pop music rouses me from my sleep. My head throbs, the beating of my heart and the pumping of blood sending ripples of pain through my skull. Sweat coats my face, the one small jet of cold air conditioned air doing little to help cool my overheated and dehydrated body.

My mouth is a desert, my tongue feeling like sandpaper as it brushes the inside of my cheeks in search for even a droplet of moisture. The warm sun burns at my eyes, even through closed eyelids, the aggravating red light causing me to scrunch up my eyes further and further to fight it back.

I slowly feel the worn sweat drenched leather behind me begin to slide against my back, a pain groan soon following as I slump to the left and my head collides with the window. As the groaning escapes my lips I begin to hack and cough dryly, my intense hangover seemingly gripping every part of me.

"You need water?" comes a deep voice from he front seat, the somewhat broken English soon being followed by the crinkling of plastic. "Here, should have water after big night" the voice continues as I feel a condensation coated water bottle land in my lap.

Caught in the Auto-Closet: The Festival - Part Three

After a brief pause, seemingly forgetting that I had no way to respond, her cheeks begin to burn red.

"Right right, you can't..." she murmurs, embarrassed as she looks down demurely at her feet. Slowly her gaze moves back up to the exposed flesh in the Auto-Closet, a faint grin spreading across her lips. "Right..." she mutters, wandering over to the control panel before bending over to inspect it.

Adjusting her glasses she begins to poke at the options one by one, pulling a little booklet from her apron as she reads some notes outlining her plan.

 

The doughy blonde fiddles with her apron as she pecks at the screen with her thorn-scarred fingers. Lines of text filling otherwise unassuming bubbles appear indecipherable from my distance, the matter not being helped by the speed at which the woman works.

Finally, after some delay, she fishes out a small USB. Her hand peels at a plastic panel beside the touch screen, popping the black shell off before revealing a set of ports along the side. As she plugs in the tiny device a folder flashes onto the screen, the white square quickly filling with hundreds of pictures ripped straight from the internet.

Re: The Replacements - Part Three

My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.

For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.

My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of a young Mediterranean woman in her late teens or very early twenties with long dark hair and warm tanned skin.