A Writer's Dream

"Julia pulled back and the limp dick exited her mouth, she looked at the men standing in front of her, 3 more dicks standing firm in anticipation." Leanne stared at her laptop as she read back the last line she wrote in her story so far.

"Aargh, then what happens? Why can't I think of anything accept generic fucking." She yelled out in frustration as she pushed her chair back.

With a heavy sigh she walked into the bathroom of her small studio apartment. She splashed some water in her face as she stared into the mirror. She noticed how she looked, her long brown hair looked messy, her average but cute face was pale and her white tank top clung to her small B-cups, some stains clearly visible, as well as her nipples visibly poking through the fabric in absence of a bra.

"This damn story is going to be the death of me." She mumbled to herself in frustration.

Leanne had been stuck on her story for a couple of days now, every line seemed like a giant endeavor to write. Where in the past everything just popped into her head naturally, suddenly she was drawing blanks at every paragraph.

Swiftly she removed her stained tanktop and threw it into her already full laundry basket. However as she paced back into her room towards her clothing cabinet, her phone rang. Leanne froze in her tracks, for a moment she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she grabbed her phone. "NINA" was shown on the display.

"Hey Nina, what's up?" Leanne answered her phone forcing herself to sound cheerful.

"Hey Lea, how are you?" It sounded from the other side.

"Oh you know, busy writing and stuff." Leanne intentionally stayed a bit vague with her answer.

"So when can I start editing your next story?" Nina asked curiously, "It's been a while since you sent me one."

Leanne stammered a bit "Oh, euhm well, I... am a bit stuck on that." She admitted with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Lea." Nina sighed. "Everyone gets a writer's block every now and then. Just take some distance, relax a bit and you'll be fine." She tried to reassure Leanne.

Leanne let out a desperate chuckle. "Maybe you are right, I have been pushing myself a lot lately."

"Exactly!" Nina agreed, "Listen it's 9 P.M. now, just go to bed early and take tomorrow off. Then the day after I'll stop by and we can look at it together if you are still stuck by then." She reassures Leanne.

Leanne sighed, "You're right, I'll do that. Thanks Nina, you're the best."

"You know it!" Nina said proudly "As an editor I need to be there for my writers, in good times and in bad times. That's why I am amazing at my job!" Nina boasted.

Leanne chuckled "You certainly are. I really appreciate it, Nina. I guess I'll head off to bed then."

"No problem at all." Nina said in a kind voice, "Now rest up and I'll see you in two days. Sleep tight."

"I will, and I'll see you in two days." Leanne answered a bit reassured before hanging up the phone.

Leanne looked down at her cute B-cups as she realized she hadn't put on a clean shirt yet. Swiftly she looked over at her bed, she felt the fatigue that had crept into her body as she had been staring at her laptop for hours while frustrated. She chuckled a bit.

"I guess I am more worn down than I thought." she mumbled to herself as she removed her pants.

Slowly she crawled into her bed, the soft fabric of her duvet felt soothing on her bare skin. As her head laid down on her soft pillow she immediately felt her heavy eyelids closing. In her head she was slowly going back over her story, the MC's brother-in-law's bachelor party, the MC being the stripper, the MC's husband's reactions. It all spun in her head as she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

Slowly Leanne opened her eyes, her body felt light and fit. However the room she awoke in, it wasn't her tiny studio apartment. She was in a beautiful white bed, a spacious room with a make-up table in the corner. Sunlight entered the room through the thin white curtains covering the window. Confused, she looked around as she realized this wasn't her room, however somehow it seemed familiar. Suddenly she noticed a man sleeping next to her, thoughts ran through her mind.

"Did I go home with someone last night?"

"Did I drink too much?"

"No, I went to bed alone, at my apartment."

"What is going on?"

Suddenly she noticed her own chest. Her cute B-cups were replaced by some impressive D-cups. She felt movement beside her as the man who laid there turned around. A shock went through her as she looked at the handsome man, dark messy hair, a defined jawline with a light stubble adorning it, his bright blue eyes staring at her. The man leaned in, she felt her heart pounding in her chest as he gave her a peck on the lips.

"Good morning darling, have you slept well?"

Leanne still couldn't tell what was going on but somehow she spoke. "A bit uneasy, but overall fine." she answered naturally.

It was a strange feeling. Saying that came so naturally, like it was implanted into her mind to say that. The same way she smiled at the handsome man in front of her, although she didn't know why she wanted to smile. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but somehow it seemed like those thoughts fizzled out and were replaced by thoughts that indicated that this was the most natural thing in the world.

"Nervous about tonight?" He asked her, "I still can't believe you agreed to strip for my brother's bachelor party." He added.

She smiled back at him "Oh Mark, stop teasing me! You begged me to do it, because you couldn't find an available stripper at the last moment."

"Julia, don't be like that, you are the best for doing this. Just show the guys some skin and then leave again. If they go too far just say that that isn't what was paid for and I'll bail you out." He gently told her.

Suddenly things clicked in Leanne's head. "Mark? Julia? A bachelor party? I'm in my own story! This must be a dream, but the story isn't finished, what is going to happen?" Thoughts shot through her mind. However somehow it excited her, this was just a dream and she knew what was coming, and she was dying to experience that.

"I know, you say the same thing if anything goes too far for you as well." She spoke to Mark. "I don't want this causing problems between us."

"I will." Mark answered her with a loving gaze before pressing another kiss down on her lips.

She smiled and got up from the bed, it felt natural as she walked into the bathroom. Julia's thoughts seemed just as much her's as her own, like she was controlling 2 people in the same body. She stared at herself in the mirror, her appearance was exactly like how she had described Julia in her story. The experience was quite extraordinary. Her hands moved on instinct as she handily applied make-up. It was strange, even though she didn't detail this part she applied the make-up exactly like how she had described Julia's make-up later on in the story. She stared at Julia's long black hair that was flowing and full of volume, it was quite different to her own flat and boring hair.

Satisfied she smiled at herself in the mirror, her make-up and hair done perfectly. In her real life as Leanne she was never great at make-up, however she wrote Julia to be excellent at it and it showed. She realized that she now had Julia's skills, she had become Julia. She was happy that she wrote Julia the same age as herself, 27, so that was easy to relate to. She chuckled to herself thinking that she should've written Julia as a superhero who could fly. With a satisfied smile she exited the bathroom.

As she walked back into her bedroom, she saw Mark who was busy dressing himself. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers, a white button up shirt hanging from his shoulders as he hadn't buttoned it up yet. Underneath it his muscular chest and six pack looked alluring to her.

"Hey there sexy man." She said as she walked up to him.

He looked over at her and smiled "Hey there beautiful. Looking perfect as always." he complimented her.

She felt a tingle in her body from the compliment. Even though Julia was used to men complimenting her, her mind as Leanne was not. Confidence flowed through her as she embraced her new persona as Julia. Subtly she ran her hand over his sixpack up to his chest as she gave him a quick peck on his lips. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at the man she created in her own story.

"I need to get dressed now, I still need to get my outfit for tonight, as well as my disguise obviously." She sweetly told him.

Mark smiled at her, "I know, I can't wait to see you perform this evening." He said with a sparkle in his eyes. "You know that after they leave I'm going to ravage you, right?" He continued as he buttoned up his shirt.

She chuckled at his words, in her mind she knew she would be ravaged long before they would leave. "I can't wait, I'll make sure to get you in the mood." she said with a sly smile.

Mark chuckled "I bet you will, I'll head out. Have to meet up with them in an hour to go to the racetrack for the day's activities." he said as he gave her one last peck on her lips.

She smiled "Alright, have fun and I'll see you tonight." She said with a quick wink.

He grinned at the thought. "I love you so damn much." he replied while walking towards the door.

"I love you too." She replied just before he left the room.

Smiling and humming, she got dressed and ready to go shopping. In her mind she couldn't wait for what was going to happen. A part of her was nervous, a part of her excited. Her day continued as Leanne had now fully embraced her Julia persona. Swiftly she went through the motions, every action she took was Julia's but it felt like her own. It felt like instinct, just the natural way of doing things.

A short while later she was walking in the mall, every item she had described in her story was purchased. A nice black lingerie set with some black stockings to wear underneath the sexy waitress outfit she bought for the occasion, a long coat to cover the outfit, some silver plateau heels and finally some black and red nipple pasties for when her bra comes off. For her disguise she purchased a silver Victorian style mask and a blonde wig. No one was going to suspect it was actually her.

With a smile on her face she paced through the shopping centre when suddenly she stopped in her tracks. She realized she had bought everything she needed. Julia's influence, the instinct that drove her, wasn't there. Leanne realized that she didn't write anything for this part. In her story she skipped ahead towards the start of the evening, but obviously that wasn't happening now. She had entered a blank space in her story, the guys wouldn't be back until 07:00 PM.

She looked at the time on her phone, it said 01:00 PM, she has 6 hours of free roam inside her scenario. She realized that since this part of the story wasn't written, she had the freedom to write it as she goes. She felt excited as she realized that this means that she will probably have complete control over the ending to her story as well. With a smile on her face she looked around, feeling like a kid in a candy store. She had written Julia in a way that money wouldn't be an issue, thoughts flushed her mind on what to do with all this free time.

She decided to first go to a luxurious bistro, since she still hadn't eaten since this day started. Next thing she went to a nice spa, she felt a sense of relief that she was finally Leanne again for a moment, feeling lucky that she wrote Julia as a woman with some decent wealth to spend. She enjoyed everything the spa had to offer, the rough hands of her masseur got her even more excited for what was coming next. Finally she had a nice dinner at a high end restaurant before it was time to head back home.

On the drive home she felt butterflies swirling in her stomach, the 'instinct' she got from Julia's character returned as well. As the streetlights flashed by, her heart was racing, she was going to entertain 5 men. The plan was to just perform a stripper act, and not go further than her panties and the pasties on her nipples. However she knew what she wrote. She knew the pasties were coming off at least. Finally she parked her car a bit away from her home. She grabbed the bag with her outfit and looked around if there were people nearby but the place was deserted.

Quickly she changed into her outfit, the sexy waitress uniform came with a blank name tag and a black marker. After thinking for a brief moment she wrote 'Candy' on it in all caps. She pulled her make-up kit out of her purse and put on some bright red lipstick. Then she skillfully put on the wig, hiding her beautiful black hair, replacing it with a generic blonde hairdo. Finally she put on the Victorian mask and the long coat. Before stepping out of the car. Her plateau heels making loud clicking sounds on the pavement. Nervously she walked up to the front door and she rang the doorbell.

Slowly the door opened and to her confusion she felt a sense of relief as Mark opened the door. She couldn't place where that feeling came from until she remembered that in her story she wrote that Julia felt that relief. This confirmed that Julia's influence has fully returned.

"Good evening, I believe you boys ordered a stripper." She said in a seductive voice.

Mark grinned "Yes we did, please come in."

With a tingle in her stomach she walked into the familiar living room. She looked around the room at the four individuals sitting there. Steven, Julia's brother-in-law and the groom to be. He looked similar to Mark, just a bit younger and he had brown eyes instead of Mark's bright blues. John, Julia's father-in-law, a rugged man of nearly 60, he was a bit more stocky built than his sons, but still well trained, except for their build, it was clear his sons got their looks from him.

Then two men she didn't know, or well Julia didn't know, obviously Leanne did know them she let her gaze linger on the two for a bit. Simon, he was Steven's best friend, A tall skinny blonde man with some impressive green eyes. And finally Harry, he was Steven's brother-in-law, or at least he would be after the wedding. He was a short man with black hair. She looked in approval at the men in front of her, all staring at her in anticipation.

Finally she opened her mouth "Good evening, my name is Candy." She announced cheerfully. "Now just remember, no touching unless I tell you to." She shot the men a quick wink. "If that's understood, then let's get started!"

The men cheered as she walked over to the stereo and pressed play as Mark had also taken his seat once again. Loud music started playing over the home stereo set. She took a deep breath and walked to the center of the room, with each step she wiggled her hips as much as she could. As she arrived in the center, she threw the coat off of her body in one swift movement, revealing the sexy waitress outfit underneath it. The men cheered at the sight of her hot body, covered by the tiny costume.

She revelled at all the eyes ogling her body, even though Julia was always stared at, for Leanne this experience was new, but she loved it. Seductively she swung her hips and did a twirl. Moves she could never do in the real world, but she wrote that Julia could, so now she could do it as well. She couldn't help but smile as she was dancing before the five men.

She felt herself becoming one with Julia as she walked over to Mark, her husband. Seductively she stared into his eyes before quickly turning around and bending forward, her hand grabbing her heel as Mark got a full view of her butt, covered in the sexy black panties underneath her small skirt. The other men howled and cheered her on as she slowly raised her body back up. She then took a couple of steps, stopping in front of Harry. She looked at the groom's brother-in-law for a moment, seductively biting on her finger. She danced in front of him for a second and gave him a quick wink before walking further.

Next to Harry was Steven, however she walked past him, she had something else planned for the groom-to-be. She walked to the other end of the row of men where Simon was sitting, brimming in excitement when he realized it was his turn. She gave the tall blonde man a seductive look as she walked up to him, stopping just in front of him. The young man stared right at her luscious tits, covered by the costume's small crop top. Simon reached out his hand and touched her leg. She quickly swatted it away, wagging her finger in disapproval in front of his face.

She walked further and next up was John, her father-in-law. Excited and a bit nervous, she stood in front of him. She gave the 58-year-old man a seductive stare as she slowly lowered her upper body down. Her arm reached downwards until her hand grabbed onto her heel once again. John stared eagerly into her impressive cleavage.

"Candy, do you want this old man to have a heart attack?" John joked at her.

She giggled holding her hand in front of her mouth as cute as she could muster. "Thank you sir, see that's how you treat a lady." She said while giving Simon a quick glare.

She figured she could give John a bit of extra attention for that comment. She squatted down right in front of him, her knees as far apart as they could go. Slowly she rose back to her feet, pushing her impressive D-cups forward causing them to pass mere inches in front of John's nose. The old man flinched back a bit with wide eyes that betrayed that he liked the sight in front of him.

Seductively she continued, slowly walking towards Steven. She smiled at him with a devious smile that betrayed she was planning something. She could see he was getting a bit nervous.

"Now for the groom-to-be." She spoke in a sly tone.

When she had reached him she gently let her fingers trail over his chest while nearly walking past him. Suddenly she turned her body and dropped herself into his lap. Her hand reached over her shoulder, grabbing his head and pulling it next to her own. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass cheek through his trousers.

"Is that your cellphone in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?" She asked him in a soft tone.

Steven shivered as she slightly wiggled her butt. From the corner of her eye she looked over at Mark, they hadn't specifically discussed touching. However Mark was looking at her with large eyes full of hunger and excitement. She smiled as she gently lowered her arms and grabbed Steven's hands. She could feel his cock throb as she gently placed them onto her exposed stomach, slowly sliding them upwards. She moved his hands onto her top until they were cupping her impressive tits.

"Go ahead, give them a squeeze, I know you want to." She whispered in his ear.

Eagerly Steven did as he was told and her tits bulged as Steven tightened his grip. She moaned softly at his touch before giving him a cheeky peck on his cheek causing her mask to graze the side of his head. Slowly she stood up again before turning around so she was facing Steven once again. With a firm movement she placed her foot onto the couch between Steven's legs.

"My feet are killing me, could you help me remove these heels?" She asked him in an innocently sweet voice.

The men cheered at her request as Steven's eyes sparkled in excitement, gently he grabbed her calf with his left hand softly rubbing it up and down. With his right he slowly undid the clasp of her plateau heel. His eyes darted between her foot and her crotch. Her raised leg caused him to have a perfect view of her pussy, only covered by her black panties. Slowly he removed the heel from her foot, after it was removed she switched legs and let him do the same with her other heel. His eyes got more and more drawn to the sight between her legs.

"Thank you dear, you are a sweetheart." She told him after the second heel was removed.