Hey guys second ever story, please be nice. This one is the basic first chapter that has most of the setup. Don't worry though, there's still sex. Anyways chapter 2 is already done and will be out in a few days. I'm not going to disappear for half a year like the only other story that I've written. Promise!
Alex went up the steps of the house she had scouted and rung the doorbell. She knew quite a lot about the people inside.
The man of the house owned the local trucking business and he was married to some escort turned gold-digger. She'd only chosen them because they were both the richest in the middle-of-nowhere podunk town and because she shared a name with the wife. Getting used to new names was a pain.
The door opened.
"Marrisa?" the other Alex asked surprised. "It's the middle of the night. Is something wr—"
She didn't get a chance to finish as Alex in Marrisa's body tore open the other Alex's pink satin dressing gown and stepped out of Marrisa's body and straight into hers.
In a moment she was suddenly facing the other direction and a brunette woman slumped onto the floor in front of her.
She stepped around Marrisa and peered out into the night to see if anyone saw, pulling the gown closed again against the cold. Satisfied she pulled Marrisa in and quietly closed the door.
There was little chance of noticer, of course, the houses's driveway was quite long and the nearest neighbour was half a mile away.
She dragged the brunette onto the couch like thing in the entryway. Then she delved into the original Alex's memory to find her way to her wardrobe to replace her torn dressing gown.
She looked herself up and down in the walk-in closet and decided against a bra. Her breasts were small enough she felt she could get away without it. She did pull on some tight yoga shorts to cover her, she felt it first, surprisingly naturally fat ass.
She looked through her hosts memories and found spin classes in 'her' past as explanation.
Next, she peeked into 'her' husband's bedroom and saw he was snoring away in his bed. She'd deal with him later.
She grabbed a spray bottle from the kitchen and filled it up so she could deal with Marrisa.
"Wakey, wakey, pet," she whispered as she spritzed her face.
Marrisa woke up almost immediately.
"Madam Alexandra?" She asked confused.
Alex smiled, the memory modifications she'd made on the way here had worked. Before Marrisa and Alex had been no more than casual acquaintances, now she was more her plaything than anything else. A very submissive plaything.
"It's ok Mari, you're with me," she said comforting her.
Marissa sat up on the couch. "Is there anything you need, Ma'am," she asked reflexively.
"Well you're not wearing your uniform for one and—"
"Oh, I'm sorry I'll get right—" Alex held up a hand to quiet her.
"You shouldn't interrupt my dear, now your things are in the car outside. Why don't you fetch them and set up in," she paused and looked for a suitable room in her host's memory, "the guest room on the second floor of the extension."
"Yes, Ma'am," Marissa replied and hurried to obey.
Alex got up and made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She looked out the window and pondered the small ripples in the swimming pool before turning her attention to what Marrisa was carrying up the steps.
"Is that the box with your clothes, dear?" She called out.
