New Body, New World - Part Three

"Are we interested in any?..." it asks, slowing to a stop as it stands beside the towering orc woman we had originally started with. "Perhaps Rarghosh't... Bane of Havoc Ridge again..." it states, looking to me as if expecting a response.

"Oh I... I don't know..." I respond, looking over the nearly seven foot tall green skinned woman as my pulse quickens. "I mean... does she have magic or... what am I even saying..." I blurt out, the figure not wasting any time in its response.

"No magic..." it states, pointing at one of the orc woman's bulging biceps. "Just physical prowess... Head of Goretusk Tribe via combat... Social power too..." the figure continues, it's hood slowly inching closer as it draws in towards me.

"Again... Are we interested in any?..." the figure asks, getting close enough that I can almost make out the withered features hidden beneath the voluminous patches of cloth. "... Do you wish to see more... or can we make deal?" 

Pausing for a moment I look over the aisles of dimly lit fantastical forms, the other patrons quickly finding their chosen bodies among them from aristocrat to zebra-folk. Inhaling deeply I try to race back through all I had seen before, my mind rushing through all the stops along the way and any cursory glance I may have made between each stop.

"Um..." I cough, clearing my throat as I glance towards one of the closer aisles. My gaze falls on the black silky hair and pale purple skin of the horned woman, my heart catching in my chest as I begin to ask a question. "How long do... Succubus-Borne live? 

New Body, New World - Part Two

 "Shall we...?" the figure croaks, its towering form heading back towards the rows of men and woman before I weakly join in behind it.

Shuffling along I look out through the rows of slumped and seemingly lifeless forms of all shapes and sizes. My eyes go wide as the balding man a few rows down approaches the slumbering snake woman, his hand reaching out to her fanged maw. In an instant he is gone, the woman lunging forward on instinct as her jaw hinges and her lips rapidly slide down the mans torso and past his legs and feet.

I let out a cry of shock, my embarrassing shriek soon being followed by various other 'patrons' around the warehouse as we watch the bulge that was the middle aged man slide down the dark haired woman's throat and into the bulk of her long scaled body.

Suddenly, her eyes flash with a faint sickly green light as her whole body shudders. Before long her fit seems to die down, the wide eyed stare stemming from her predatory eyes being far removed from the vacant stare of the rest of the bodies around us.

"Thissssss..." she hisses, her naked upper body lurching backwards and forward as if struggling to stay upright. "Will take ssssssome getting usssed to" she cackles, a long forked tongue flickering from her lips as her hands quickly set out fondling her sizeable chest gleefully.

"Each require filling... different body... different means" the robed figure ahead of me explains, pausing for a moment as he gestures to a nearby coffin. "We start here, yes?"

New Body, New World - Part One

Winds howls through the streets as I push against my car door, the rumbling soon shifting to a sharp whistle as I try to force the door open against the buffeting wind. With a harsh and somewhat pained grunt I lurch forward, the door catching a wild gust before swinging open on its own with a loud metallic crunch.

For a moment the sound of bend metal and plastic echos through the industrial district before disappearing beneath the roar of the wind around me and the dull hum and thud of the factories in the distance.

In an instant my teeth are set chattering, the wind chill immediately cutting to my bones. I begin to shake, my hands sliding quickly into my pockets in search of warmth as my torso is left to fight for itself beneath its simple shirt and threadbare sweater. Trudging forward I shove the car door with my hip only to find it stuck, the stubborn thing only slamming shut with the help of one good kick. 

"Fu... fuck this..." I huff, my breath turning to a thick fog as I speak with a shudder. "Couldn't it have been a different night?"

Swappy Seconds - Part Two

My brow furrows however as I spot an image, the extreme distance on the picture making it fairly hard to make out. Tapping at the option on screen I watch as the app freezes for a second, the trait loading on my phone as the first thing to load is the simple button reading

'Purchase - $N/A'

Section by section loads into the profile for the trait, each broken seemingly by design as garbled text rests next to each identifier. "Can't be..." I mutter as I stare at the image of Megan, the tiny and mousey blonde grad student in her mid-twenties that Fiona and I mentored. The image on screen shows the young woman held standing by a series of padded metal cuffs, the frame behind her adjusted for her tiny five foot one build.

Her delicate pale chin shines slightly in the camera flash, a rivulet of drool having been wiped away from her brainless body in order to get her ready for sale.

Wild and curly sandy blonde hair puffs out around her head and drapes down past her shoulders in a massive yellow mane, the thick curly locks framing the dainty and delicate features of her face. Pale green eyes stare ahead through a set of small half-moon reading glasses, the pupils differing in size as they fail to focus without a mind behind them. Her nose is tiny and delicate with a slight up turn, the narrow and slight feature working in concert with her delicate jawline and faint cheekbones to leave her looking down right sweet.

Her build can best be described as 'tiny', her arms and legs lacking much in the way of muscle and sporting just the barest amount of fat to leave her with a soft feminine plush. Her torso is clad in a plain white button-up business shirt and a tight cream-colored cable knit sweater, her narrow waist and modest perky chest on display beneath the warm clinging fabric. Her legs are shielded from view, a long ankle length black skirt hanging from her flared hips in an attempt at some kind of modest yet professional look.

Swappy Seconds - Part One

Sitting on the couch I kick up my feet, the coffee sloshing around in my mug as I'm forced to drop my phone and clutch at the warm ceramic to keep it from spilling. The warm sun stream in through the open kitchen window, the delightful late morning calling for me outside as I wriggle down into my cozy seat to start my day right.

It had been a bit of a habit recently, the morning task being something I had been doing since hearing about it on deep and long forgotten thread on the Swap Clinic forums. Grabbing my phone I pull open the app, the aging device struggling to play the various flashy animations of the Swap Clinic's application since the latest update.

Suggested swaps and featured traits slowly populate the screen, cropped images of hair or eyes popping up one by one along with either prices or what the person was looking for in exchange for the particular feature. I slowly scroll through them, my lips shifting from side to side in thought as I ponder each one though most are simply out of my price range.

Since losing my job I had been living off of savings, and those don't last forever. Despite this, I had been interested in visiting the Swap Clinic for quite some time. It had been what led me to search for 'Cheap Swap Clinic Tricks' online, the search eventually leading me to a thread from nearly a decade ago back when the Swap Clinic still used a website.

The thread had asked about deals at the Swap Clinic, whether the shop front ever ran sales or clearances and the like. While the thread had mostly responded no, the prices were set by the seller and the Swap Clinic had no say over that, there was one response that caught my eye.

"You could always check the Secret Section"

The Magic Taxi - Part One

 A low guttural burp slips from my foreign lips as I feel my distended belly growl, the sight of a passing cheap and disgusting burger place leaving my body wracked with foul cravings as I cringe internally. I stare at the steering wheel ahead of me, my dark fingers tightening around the fake-leather as I grip the wheel as tightly as I can.

"Fuck... me..." I wheeze in a thick Indian accent, flinching at the sound of the unfamiliar voice escaping my lips.

It had been weeks now and yet I still hadn't gotten used to the sound of the gravelly and all too strange voice I had been stuck with. I had no clue just who had stuck me with this sweat soaked and grotesquely overweight form, the body I had been forced to collapse into the deep stained and indented mattress each night. They had merely picked me up and said the magic words...

'Have a nice day'

And suddenly I had found myself panting behind the wheel in the body of some middle-aged man from South-East Asia, my heart racing so fast that I had thought I was about to die. The image of my body darting out of the taxi played in my mind every single night, the lack of any last words from the thief sticking with me as I had read the notes left behind.

Whether it was from my personal body thief or someone before I couldn't say, all I knew was that the rules for leaving were simple. Earn a $50 fare and say the right words to escape the bloated and purely disgusting form you had been cursed with in exchange for whoever was in the back seat.

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Five

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo straight onto the drain, a loud slurping sound filling the shower as its sucked down the pipe.

My eyes go wide as the reality of the situation hits me like a tonne of bricks. With a shriek I dive at the drain, dropping to the tiled floor with a crash as I claw at the metal crate over the gurgling drain. The subtle blubbering of the thick ooze running through the pipes slowly grows distant, the sound eventually being drowned out entirely by the sound of the running water and approaching footsteps.

"You okay in there?" shouts a familiar voice, the same older and commanding shout now turning to a quieter yet still equally stern tone. "Heard you yell out."

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Four

Once more I'm met with the loud squeaking of plastic and sloshing of our liquefied forms, the shadow of an arm wrapping around us and shifting as the lights overhead pass us by. I try to make things out, the thump of car doors and the roaring of an engine being readily recognizable while the muffled chatter around me simply fades into a wall of noise.

In a flurry of motion the packaging is torn to shreds as a hand begins to snatch out the bottles one by one. The constant sickening motion makes it hard to make anything else, the sight of other neatly stacked packs of bottled water only momentarily sticking with me as I feel myself churning and my vision blurring with the ever present movement.

With another loud thud I find myself finally being able to come to rest, my unstable and sloshing form stilling swirling for a moment as the world around me spins slowly back into view. Focusing my vision I strain to make sense of the world around me, my warped vision struggling to take in the Long running track  stretching out ahead of me, the bottle having been placed next to the finish line.

With a loud crack of a starting pistol the ground begins to rumble, a wall of sound and agitation causing my world to rock and shift into a distorted blur. Faceless figures shift in the crowed bleachers nearby, each wearing bright primary colors as they cheer on the oncoming racers.

In a flash its all over, the hammering footfalls growing terrifyingly close before racing past in a blur. As the runners slow their pace the violent shaking slowly comes to a quiet end.

"FUCK!" screams a voice, the sound coming from a stomping figure as they make their way over towards me. Her voice with bright and full of passion, a slight nasal whine whistling out as she shouts. My world suddenly shifts as a lightly tan hand rips me up from the ground.

"Nobody likes a sore loser Caitl..." another voice chides, warm and soothing yet with an obviously cocky energy.

Suddenly, I feel myself slam into one side of the the and then the other. The plastic buckles and crunches as it hits the ground, the rough dirt track providing little in the way of cushioning as the cheap plastic prison is pushed to its limit.

"RIGHT!" shouts a booming voice, my gelatinous body quivering on instinct as the commanding tones of the older woman ring out over the field. "Caitlyn Marshal Stewart! Go cool off!"

"But..." whines the chirpy voice, only to be cut off shouting of the older woman once again.

"Now!" she barks, my bottle quickly being snatched up from the track as I'm carried elsewhere.

The cheering of the crowd quickly fades as the sound of angry stomping footfalls soon take their place. From the dirt track, to grass and then to pavement, the steady and powerful strides ring out as I begin to spot a pair of heavily worn white sneakers lurching past the bottom of the bottle.

A loose neon green singlet acts like a curtain around me, my transparent cell being pressed and held against the poorly fitted top. Before long the harsh baking heat of the sun vanishes, the sound of a door being kicked open soon leading me into a quiet an echo-filled room.

"Fucking Marissa" the bright voice snaps, grunting as my bottle is hurled across the fluorescent light filled room. I clatter to the floor with another crumpling slam, the sight of pale blue tiles filling half my vision as lockers line the walls.

As my strangely warped vision slowly stabilizes, I watch as my seeming abuser rips open one of the lockers causing the thin metal door to shake and rattle. Scowling intensely she begins to search through the locker, grabbing a towel and bottle of soap before slamming the door closed again.

It's difficult to tell from my warped vision, but the young woman is undoubtedly on the taller side and easily stands at around five foot eight or even nine. Her long pale blonde hair is pulled back into the tightest of ponytails, a black hairband holding back any errant strands from getting into her dark brown eyes. She slender and narrow jaw line and dimpled cheeks give her an almost cute appearance, the delicate features marred by a bend in the bridge of her button nose and a small pink scar running across it.

As she strides over she quickly begins to rip off the green tank top, hurling the cheap synthetic and heavily worn garment aside. She toned and slender body is bound lightly in a set of skin tight running sorts and a top that could better be considered a bra. Each item is a blend of dark gray and black, sections of material and accenting lines. The top holds her chest seemingly painfully tightly, her breasts remaining almost rock solid with each of her steps. The shorts however reveal a set of long and powerful legs, her thick and muscular calves and thighs flexing as she stomps over towards me.

The girl barely breaks her stride as she snatches me up from the floor, another series of curse words ringing out as she pushes open a cubicle door revealing a small shower.

"That bitch didn't even need to run in the semis..." she huffs, slamming the door behind her as she violently grabs at the top. "I'm dehydrated Ms Cameron..." she chirps in a mocking and dismissive tone, whipping the sports bra over to a small wooden shelf as her perky sizeable bust falls free. "I'm tired  Ms Caaaaamron" she continues, wriggling her flared hips free from the tight confines of her shorts as they cling to her sweat drenched body for dear life.

Her athletic frame is covered in distinct tan lines, her light tan ending right where the running gear had been moments ago. Her sweat soaked skin is otherwise remarkably pale ,the subtle tan likely being the extent she can muster before burning to a crisp. With a slight yelp she tugs at the hairband, her long blonde hair tumbling down to her shoulder blades as she yanks out several strands along with the tight black band.

With a thud I find myself placed beside the discarded clothes as the bottle of soap is dropped alongside me. With a crackling hiss the room fills with the round of running water, the young woman jumping under the powerful stream with a wince as she begins to shiver. Her small ghostly pale pink nipples soon stand at attention in the frigid cold, her shaking hand reaching back to adjust the faucet as she cools herself off.

Finally, a sigh of relief slips from her lips as she flashes just the faintest of smiles. Her hand slaps over to the shelf, snatching up the bottle of soap as she begins to bring it to her lips. Catching her mistake she lets out a frustrated grumble, pouring out a small blob of faint purple goo into her hand as she quickly begins to lather herself.

"I'm so fucking..." she sighs with exhaustion, her voice sounded drained beyond belief once all the excitement and anger was gone. Her sud covered hand quickly snatches at my bottle, grabbing it from the shelf as she places the soap back. "...And still cold?" she muses, shaking me slightly before twisting off the lid.

As she bring the top of the bottle to her lips I feel something surge inside me, the feeling of warmth and of her breath against my liquefied form basically calling to me. For a second I hear a scream, my whole body lurching up and out the top of the bottle as I frantically begin to worm and writhe my way towards that cozy and desperately needed warmth, before suddenly the world goes dark.

Feeling around in the darkness my... hand? limb? something brushes up against... something else. It's hard to describe, the object feeling full to burst and imposing as I lazily slide over it. It's warm though, and comforting to he touch.

After a moment however I'm shoved back as something lashes out, whatever was housed inside and wrapping itself around... whatever it is sensing my presence and violently trying to force me back. However, as the strange force whips around it begins to feel my faint and the lashing more distant. With each growing frantic motion the presence begins to slip away, its grip on its home failing it bit by bit.

Inching forward as brush against the object again, my phantasmal limb feeling the large and homey thing properly for the first time. It feels almost hollow, or at least the various ridges and chasms carved into it make it feel hollow, the slowly emptying space practically calling out to me to fill it.

The other presence quickly begins to fade as I slink over to the object, wrapping myself around it as I feel a warmth in my chest and breath filling my lungs for the first time in seemingly forever. I ooze into the crevices and gaps, my entire form slowly coming to rest in he strange space as I feel as though I'm about to fall asleep in a warm and comfortable bed.

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo...

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Three

With a deep breath Carmen turns back towards me, her slowly plodding gait soon bringing her looming over me. Reaching down she moves to take her bag, pouring out the contents onto the table with a loud series of thuds. Between several labelled containers, each baring the name of a member of her book club, a number of small unmarked vials and water bottles come rolling out. Each of the bottle sit filled with clear liquid as one would expect, however, quite a few appear resealed and somewhat heavier than the others.

"It was the cheapest option" Carmen mutters, grabbing one of the sealed bottles before quickly beginning to drink from it. After a few seconds she turns to pour the water out, filling the cups carefully as she leaves some in the bottle itself. Leaning down with a groan, the doughy blonde carefully lifts my bowl, tilting it towards the open bottle as I find myself slowly oozing over the edge.

"You're the last one" she muses absentmindedly, poking at my gelatinous form as she forces it down the narrow neck of the bottle. "It took far longer than I wanted to get everyone's choices all organized and ready, though..." she mutters, watching as the last of me slides into the bottle. Carmen quickly gives my plastic prison a quick swirl, my thick form taking on the water as I feel myself thinning out.

"It really gave me time to think..." Carmen chuckles, adding a little more water to the bottle as she tries to fill it back to the same amount it had previously. "And I think...This vacation may be a more permanent affair for all of us. Shame I 'misplaced' all of you" she states with a knowing smirk, a slight manic look in her eyes as she slowly begins to place the water bottles back into her bag.

Booted by the Book Club - Part Two

"It's why I really needed you to finish that tea" she states, heaving herself up to her feet with her heavier form. "You see, the club and I were wanting to trial a bit of a refresh and someone was more than eager to give your body a bit of a test drive on our... holiday" Carmen explains, fiddling with 'her' purse as she slowly approaches my slumped form.

"We all picked someone" she explains, scowling for a moment as she purses her borrowed lips. "Margaret was just a little... well she is a lovely and caring woman, love her to pieces. However, she couldn't bring herself to do... well this" Carmen states, rolling her eyes as she begins to loom over the bowl in which I lay.

"I mean how was she going to do this to her neighbors, let alone her new daughter" Carmen continues, her eye twitching as she fumbles around in the bag for something. As she finally stands beside me she slowly pulls out an old kimchi jar filled with clear goo, a label reading 'Hae-Woon' sitting stuck to the side. I'm forced to watch as the doughy blonde woman twists the red cap off of the rounded plastic jar, the oozing clear creature inside shuddering slightly as its suddenly exposed to the air of the apartment.

As the jar inches close and closer to my blank and vacant face Carmen seems to grow a little nervous, her pudgy hands shaking a little as she slowly bring the container right beneath my former chin. Suddenly, the goo ripples and leaps from the old jar, the clear gel spreading out and thinning into smaller tendrils as it grapples and clings to my body's head. 

"Jesus..." Carmen wheezes, placing a hand to her chest as she drops the now empty jar to the floor. "That still scares the shit out of..." she mutters, pausing as she slowly squeezes her large sagging chest with a bit of a wince. "Almost there..." Carmen sighs, huffing loudly through her borrowed nostrils. "I am done wearing Maggie."

Booted by the Book Club - Part One

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Good Head on Your Shoulders - Part One

Rain spits at the window of my car as I slowly wind my way through the precarious mountain road. Dark clouds hang overhead, the daunting darkness peaking through the trees above and from over the cliff to the right. I practically creep around each of the blind corners, inching my car along the cliffs edge as my sweaty hands grip at the wheel.

"It'll be worth it" I wheeze, flinching as a small set of rocks tumble past from one of the outcropping above me. "It'll be worth it."

The road is old and heavily worn, a mixture of once frequent use turned to disregard and disrepair. Trucks had once rolled along the dangerously slanted and winding asphalt, carting coal up through the mountains from the small town nestled within a rare relatively flat section of land inside the range. Since the mines ran empty decades ago the town had slowly atrophied and rotted away, and yet here I was on my way to move in.

Looking to the passenger seat I glance at the open letter once again, reconfirming just why I had packed up to move out here.

Mind Taker - Part Four

Before long I find myself following the young goth woman out into the street, her whole body hunching down awkwardly as she begins to pace down the footpath with me in tow.

"I missed you..." she mutters, giving a weak smile as she wrings her free hand around her wrist. "Since I broke... I mean... I realized that I really..." she begins to ramble, cutting herself off again as she pauses her stride in thought.

"Okay..." Gracie muses, her eyes darting around as she looks up as if in search for something in the air. Her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth, another subtle mannerism of my ex suddenly appearing in my upstairs neighbor. "Look... I'll explain everything, but we've got to find you a new..."

"So...for you?... I'm thinking...Bare with me, but what about someone like... Bubbly and girly as a contrast to...Me?" she mumbles with her stolen voice, glancing down at her tattooed hand and biting at the steel ring in her bottom lip. Her eyes glance back at me for a moment, a flash of fear shining from behind them before becoming seemingly lost deeper within.

The slender goth girl stumbles along down the street, my own body staggering limply along behind her against my will. My gaze is locked to her, any attempt to look away from Gracie merely resulting in a slight shake from my eyes.

Gracie mutters slightly under her breath, her eyes narrowing to a squint as she slips into deep thought. "But that redhead's tits were... am I a... a boob girl now? I've never really... but I could..."

Suddenly, I watch as she perks up. With a snap of her finders a broad grin spreads across her lips as she look up at the nearly street signs. "Oh I know just who... Remember Millicent babe? What did Mrs Mawab used to call her? Millie Milkers?

Mind Taker - Part Three

Lost in thought at the sight before me I don't notice my grip slipping on the basket in my hand, the wicker container filled with clothes suddenly falling to the floor with a loud crack. The goth and I both jump in surprise, my ex not reacting at all as both Gracie and myself stare at each other in shock.

"H...Hi!" the young woman squeals, her eyes darting around as she clutches at her hand as though to keep it under control. "I mean... Hey Jordan... can I HELP you?" she blurts out, her voice taking on a panicked tone for just one word before returning to normal.

"I...uh..." I mutter, slowly picking up my basket and backing up slightly. "I was just gonna... laundry but, I mean, it seems kinda..." I mumble out, watching as the goth slowly inches closer to me on unsteady steps.

Her stride outpaces my own back peddling rather quickly. I watch as Gracie quickly approaches me before snapping the Mind Trainer to my neck. "I really did miss you, shame you're a little too old... but we can fix that."

Mind Taker - Part Two

As I approach the laundry in the basement the ad thankfully stops, the brief pause between the unskippable advert and video allowing me to hear the relatively quiet hallway through the cheap plastic of my ear buds.

The low rumble of the driers seem louder than normal, the rattling of metal on metal and the rubber feet against the tile floor causing me to remove my headphones. I cock my eyebrow as I listen to the machines from down the hallway, the discordant sound leaving me mildly confused.

"Are they all being..." I begin to mutter, freezing up as I hear a pain gasping and grunting coming from within the room. My heart catches in my throat, the dim flickering overhead light in the laundry and flowing out into the hallway only adding to the horror movie vibes that claw at the fringes of my mind.

As I approach I hear the gagging and gasping grow both louder and softer at the same time, the utterances growing weaker and weaker while I draw closer to their source. Steeling myself I poke my head around the corner, my heart skipping a beat and a cold sweat breaking out across my body as I spot my upstairs alt neighbor braced up against one of the washing machines.

Mind Taker - Part One

Wandering slowly down the stairs I balance my basket of dirty laundry under one arm, my strides slowing carefully with each step as to avoid any unintended trips or tumbles. My eyes dart anxiously as I make each footfall, shifting from my phone screen and the steps as I anxiously plod my way down to the laundry in the basement.

The sound of the creaking steps and the vague mumblings coming from the various apartments I pass are largely blocked by the small earbuds in each of my ears, the videos playing on my phone ringing out through the cheap set of headphones in a pathetically tinny fashion.

As I reach a landing I let out a sigh, watching as the video on my phone quickly switches to an unskippable ad. I slump a little, my dejected sigh causing my to nearly drop the wicker basket awkwardly wrapped up beneath my right arm.

"Come on..." I groan, rolling my eyes as the ad plays and the little bar at the bottom of the skip slowly creeps across the screen. "Why do you think I want to see this?"

Reflected Realities - Part Two

The overwhelming compelling force pulls whatever I had become closer and closer to the broken mirror, the tiny object looking more and more like some gaping maw as the sound of rushing air and faint moans begins to each up from impossible hole.

My vision suddenly spins as I'm forced into, my own cozy apartment suddenly getting replaced with the sight of the slender and busty young woman in the ill-fitted uniform, her hands holding the young man's head to her chest.

Reflected Realities - Part One

My eyes dart between the small circle of salt on my coffee table and the tiny notepad in my hand. My lips purse, my gaze narrowing as I try to discern whether a line on the hastily scrawled page was intended to be there or if I had merely slipped when copying and tracing the image.

With my free hand I reach out, grabbing a small brand new hand mirror from the cushion beside me before placing it in the center of the carefully laid lines of salt. The center is designed perfectly, the square just barely fitting the mirror in the center like a gemstone being placed in a fragile inlay.

On baited breath I wait for a moment, my heart seizing up in my chest as I wait for something to happen. However, after what feels like the longest minute of my life nothing happens. A low sigh escapes my lips. Slowly my gaze turns back to the notepad, my free hand shifting to grab the cheap salt shaker as I begin to apply the errant line.

"It can't hurt..." I mutter, poking my tongue out as I pour the line before neatly nudging the the grains of salt to form an neat and narrow sliver that seemingly offends the symmetrical nature of the symbol on the table with a small knife.

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.

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."