Possession Ch 04 1

This one is less standalone than most of mine, so you probably want to at least read Possession Ch. 03, and it would be much better to start at the beginning.

Just like that, she was gone. I glanced at my watch, and it was a few minutes after midnight. I suppose the witching hour wasn't precise, and worked on solar time rather than by time zones. One moment I was screaming at Vivi, and the next, I was in control of my own body with no one to scream at. A taxi was taking me and Cindy home. My trench coat was unbuttoned, casually displaying my body, covered only by a crochet dress and the skimpy bottom of a swimsuit, to the taxi driver. I buttoned it up and tried not to freak out.

Hours before, I had been at a pool party at some rich dude's very swanky place. Most of the girls there had been my age. Most of the guys had been a lot older. Vivi had taken me there, and she'd been in control of my body. I had lost track of my top by then, and indeed, most of the girls were topless before night had fallen.

At some point, bowls of gummies had appeared on the tables, free for the taking, and several of the girls had indulged more than once and were obviously high. For a while I was worried that Vivi would join them, but she clearly didn't need drugs to have fun. She sipped slowly at a single margarita, which sat by the side of the pool, and that was it. Maybe she respected the fact that it was my body she was using, not hers, although it had never stopped from anything else she wanted to do on Saturday.

A girl slid into the pool next to me. She was a blonde, and stark naked.

"Hey," she said, in a cute little British accent. "I like you."

"Yeah," Vivi said, and kissed her. Her lips felt warm and wet, and her nipples, cooled by the water in the pool, were like little pebbles pressing into my chest. I'm sure she was getting the same effect. "What's your name?"

"Sam. Samantha. Sammy. Your pick, yeah?"

"Hi Sam. Vivi."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said, and went back to kissing.

I suppose, at some point, I'll get used to kissing without having any control of it. Having all the sensations, while Vivi controlled my lips and my tongue. Maybe I'd get used to the feel of a stranger's breast in my hand, even though I hadn't moved my hand there. Or reaching out to move her hand, to grope me. Her lips, her tits, her hands - all felt very good, but that didn't make the whole thing any less strange.

Vivi kissed her like there was no one else in the world in that moment, which is definitely the way to kiss. I, on the other hand, was very aware of the other people in the pool, and the men and women around it, who could very well be watching two hot girls make out in the pool.

Or, they could very well not be watching. Even if Vivi was focused in on the cute British girl, I could see past her. And there was lots to watch, if you were a voyeur, and not all of it was partially obscured by water. On a lounge chair, two girls were fingering each other while making out. On another, two girls were engaged in 69. The guys didn't seem to be getting involved, but they were watching, and judging from the bulges in their swimsuits, they were appreciating. As the sky darkened, lights around the pool compensated.

"Let's go where we can be seen better," Vivi said.

"That's really not necessary," I told her.

"Uh, okay," Sam replied.

So Vivi stepped out of the pool, and out of the rest of her swimsuit. I was naked in front of several dozen strangers, and some were definitely scoping me out, despite the other entertainments on display. Vivi and Sam found a big bath towel and started making out on it, and soon my hand was in Sam's slippery snatch and her fingers were wiggling away inside my pussy. Vivi rolled on top of Sam for a bit, then Sam went back on top, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was to make sure the audience got a view of us from all angles.

Knowing Vivi, I wouldn't put it past her. She was such an exhibitionist. But it was my body she was displaying, and inwardly, I was squirming.

Maybe she wasn't such an exhibitionist, after all. Maybe she just enjoyed my squirming. I remembered when, in the body of Cindy, she had crashed my date with my boyfriend John, pretending that I had set up a threesome. I had thought that her main goal involved the joy she got from possessing our bodies, and I'd even felt sorry for her, in a way, needing our corporeal selves in order to have any sort of real existence. But perhaps that was misplaced. Perhaps the fact that we could see everything she did while she possessed us wasn't just a side-effect, convenient because it meant we didn't have a memory black out one day a week. Maybe she enjoyed

making

us watch.

I wondered how much people could see from the angle. A pink slit, certainly, with Sam's fingers working in and out. A winking asshole? My asshole? Gah. I thought of saying something to her, but that might very well egg her on, and the last thing I wanted her doing was spreading my cheeks.

A bell rang, the sound low, deep, and reverberating.

"Well," Vivi said to Sam. "Time to earn our money, hmm?"

"I'd forgotten," Sam said. "Got caught up in you."

"Maybe we can get caught up again, later. Or we can be a team, if you like?"

"I'd like that."

Around me, groups of girls were disentangling. I saw Cindy get up from where she had been straddling a dark girl's face.

"Want a gummy?" Vivi asked Sam, pointing.

"Sure!" she said, grabbing a harmless looking green bear. Apple, or lime? Hopefully not pistachio. "The first one is wearing off."

"No drugs," I told Vivi, and regretted it, for fear she'd take a handful just to spite me.

But Vivi didn't do any such thing. She took Sam's hand and led her over to a handsome middle-aged man. He reminded me a little of John - maybe like John would look when he got older. He'd age. I wouldn't - that was the deal, immortality in exchange for having Vivi take over my body one day in seven. That didn't mean we didn't have a future, because if he aged as well as this guy had, I could totally see still wanting him. There was old, and there was distinguished. In a swimsuit, this guy looked old, or older - but in a business suit he'd probably look pretty hot.

The guy couldn't decide which of us to look at, so his eyes swiveled from boob to boob like he was watching a tennis match. He was old enough to be my father, or Sam's, and yet Vivi was much older. Of course, in my body, she looked barely legal.

I saw that Cindy, and some of the other girls, were also approaching guys. I thought I caught on to what Vivi had meant about earning money. The guys were paying for it. They got to see girls bouncing in the pool, then a girl-girl orgy, and now -

"Hello ladies!" the guy said.

"Want a double team?" Vivi asked.

"I'll never say no to that," he said.

So Vivi squatted and pulled down his swimsuit. He was half-hard, and perked up further at the fresh air. Together, Sam and Vivi started licking his cock, one of us on each side. After a while Vivi pushed the guy down to one of the lounge chairs, and Sam and Vivi took turns hoovering his cock. Vivi didn't have any problems deep throating his six inches, while Sam struggled a bit.

"You like that, yeah?" Sam asked him.

"Oh yeah," the guy said. "And I love your accent. Keep talking, please?"

So Sam babbled and Vivi sucked. It didn't take long for the guy to explode, the sharp salty taste flooding my senses, especially because Vivi decided to hold his load in her mouth. She gestured to Sam, and it took a little bit for the other girl to catch on.

Then they kissed, Vivi tilting Sam's head back to dribble cum into her mouth. They swapped it back and forth, big thick strands of it connecting our lips even when they pulled apart.

I couldn't decide whether it was gross or hot. Would John find it hot? Probably. Would I do it for him? Maybe, although I would have given a flat no to that question yesterday. Vivi made me experience things I would never have sought out.

Sam and Vivi split up after that. Vivi found a new guy to suck off, a younger stud with a bigger cock. While she was on all fours, with him on a blanket, someone else came up from behind and the next thing I knew I felt a cock thrusting into my pussy. I didn't even know who it was, and Vivi didn't turn to look, but kept focusing on giving the young kid what had to be the best blow job he'd ever had.

Whoever was fucking me either knew right where to find my g-spot, or got lucky. Vivi came, so of course that meant I did. Then both guys unloaded at the same time - one in my mouth, one in my pussy.

Vivi looked around for someone else, although the guys were starting to wear out at that point. It was a crazy party. Vivi was uninhibited, and I was having fun. My annoyance at her using my body to do things I'd never do was quickly being overcome by the freedom that came with being not at all responsible - and yet getting to feel all the things, as well as watch an orgy of incredible proportions.

Eventually, though, it was over, and it was time to go home. Vivi found the swimsuit bottoms, and the crochet dress, but the top had vanished.

A butler handed her an envelope. She grinned and tucked it into a pocket of the trench coat. I wanted to see what was in it, but I was pretty sure I knew. Cold, hard cash. The guys were paying to have it on with younger women and given the size of the mansion and the swimming pool area, they probably paid a lot.

I told myself I wasn't the whore, it was Vivi. And yet I wouldn't turn down my share of the profits - and in fact, given how Vivi liked to make money, I was pretty sure I knew where the hundred grand she put in my account had come from.

Cindy was coming out right after her. She, too, got an envelope. Unlike me, Cindy wasn't possessed, but apparently, she'd become comfortable with this sort of thing.

"Share a taxi?" she asked.

"Sure," Vivi said. We were both going back to campus.

There were several taxis waiting for us, and Vivi and Cindy slid into the backseat of one. Cindy wore a black trench coat, buttoned up over an indecent swimsuit. Vivi didn't bother to button hers, giving the cab driver something of a show. He kept looking in his rearview mirror.

"You could button that coat up," I told her.

"I could," she said aloud. She couldn't just think at me. Cindy, though, knew exactly who she was talking to, even if it seemed a

non sequitur

. "But I don't want to. I only I have a few minutes left to enjoy - well, life. Until Monday."

Cindy knew what that meant, too. On Monday, Vivi possessed Cindy.

Vivi took the envelope out of the trench coat, and looked inside. Cindy leaned over to peer. Sure enough, the envelope was stuffed full of bills. Most of them were loose, but five of them were clipped to a note with a paper clip. Shielding them from the cab driver's eyes, she slipped them out enough to see the denominations.

Benjamin Franklin. The old lecher would probably approve of the use his portrait was being put to. Vivi slipped the note out.

"Compliments of Mr. Markham," I read. "I appreciated the snowballing."

Snowballing? There hadn't been any snow at that pool party. "What does he mean, snowballing?" I asked. Something niggled at me about the note, but I focused on that.

Vivi giggled. "It would be hard to explain here," Vivi said. She showed the note to Cindy. "Vivienne doesn't know what the last word means."

Cindy tittered. "I'll explain." She leaned over, and told me, "What you and Sam did. Cum swapping." The driver's eyes seemed to perk up, and he took an extra long glance in the mirror, thinking god knows what.

Oh. Mr. Markham had been the older guy who looked like John might look someday. Okay.

The older guy who had the same last name as John.

That guy.

And that was when I freaked out. "You fucked John's father!" I screamed my thoughts.

"Well," Vivi said, "Is that who he was? In any case I didn't - didn't do

that

."

"Do what," asked Cindy, since she could only hear one part of the conversation.

Vivi glanced at the rear view mirror, and discretely made a little gesture by sliding her right index finger in and out of her left fist.

"Oh you totally did," Cindy said, laughing.

"But not with - not with who she's saying I did," Vivi said.

"Don't be technical." In my mind I was yelling. "That was worse than fucking. Oh my god. With my boyfriend's dad!"

Vivi giggled again, damn her.

"Don't you even care what you do?" I asked.

And then I was in control of my own body again.

"Viv?" Cindy asked, after a couple of minutes. "Are you okay? We're on our way home."

I took a deep breath. And then I buttoned my coat up. Plenty of people had free views, and I could certainly afford to tip the driver a different way. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to confide in Cindy. She was as bad as Vivi was.

Or was she? It hadn't been her that had set up the threesome with John - that had been Vivi, using Cindy's body. So Cindy decided to pick up some extra money doing sex work? I was a liberated woman, and I didn't have a problem with that, especially as Cindy knew she couldn't get sick from it. It was her business. She hadn't pushed me into anything, even if she had laughed at me not knowing what snowballing met.

"No," I said. "I'm not really okay."

The worst thing, in a way, was that I almost was. I'd gotten paid to give a blowjob to my boyfriend's father, and given that, I was way more okay than I should be. I wasn't okay with being okay.

I definitely wasn't okay with the part of me that thought there was something deliciously naughty about it all. I expected Vivi to think something like that, but she was gone. She wasn't in control of my body now, and she definitely wasn't in control of my thoughts.

Cindy patted my hand. "I'm here for you if you need me. No one but the three of us knows exactly what it's like to be, well, to be in the situation we're in."

She meant us and Greer. I forced a smile at her. "Thanks." I decided not to confide in Cindy. For one thing, the fewer people who could connect the dots between me and John's dad, the better.

I went home, showered without encountering anyone in the shower for a change, and slept better than I'd expected.

The next morning John called at ten, waking me up.

"Wha?" I said. Then I remembered what had happened last night. Did John know already?

"Hey, do you want to see the play the theatre department is putting on in Allingham Hall?"

Play. Theatre. That sounded harmless enough. "Uh, maybe?" My mind was not on the play. Should I tell John what had happened? No, of course not, it was impossible to explain being possessed. Maybe it wasn't his dad. Maybe it was his uncle. Or a distant cousin. Or just someone with the same name and the same facial features. I wasn't really focusing on what he was saying, until I was.

"'Tis pity she's a whore," he said.

"Who is a whore?" I asked rapidly. "What are you talking about? Who are you calling -"

"The John Ford play," he interrupted to explain. "That's what they're putting on tonight. It's rather racy, I think, for the 17

th

century. Restoration comedy, you know."

"Oh," I said. "The John Ford play, of course."

"Yeah, what did you think I meant?"

"I just woke up. Anyway, John Ford isn't restoration comedy, he's pre-restoration, and it's a tragedy."

John laughed. "Now that's the Vivienne I know and love."

Love? Hmm. "Sorry, I'm being pedantic."

"Are you right?"

"Pretty sure," I said.

"Well, if you're right you can be pedantic. Especially if you'll go with me. The show's tonight."

I didn't want to face John. And, with Saturday taken up with Vivi's shenanigans, Sunday was when I caught up on homework. But I didn't want to be dodging John, either, so against my better judgment I said yes.

Because, hey, there's nothing better than watching a play about incest right after getting paid to give your boyfriend's dad a blowjob, right? I had visions of Vivi asking John if he wanted to pretend we were brother and sister, after watching. Fortunately, while I could see everything she did in my body, she couldn't do the same for what I did, so she'd never get a chance.

Neither John nor I had felt particularly amorous after

'Tis Pity

, and we both had morning classes on Monday, so we kissed and parted.

Monday I wore a short dress with quite a lot of cleavage to class, but at the neckline wasn't too low to wear a bra. I got a lot of stares. I'd never dressed for attention, mostly because I feared I wouldn't get it even if I did, which would be humiliating. So while having people turn their heads made me cringe a little, I also loved it. I tried to pretend I didn't notice the looks they gave me, or didn't care if I noticed, but it wasn't true. Who doesn't like to be admired, whether for their beauty or their brains?

I usually lurked in the back and listened in class, participating just enough to make it obvious I wasn't not participating, but that day I put my hand up and weighed in on the subject of whether Dickens' revised ending to

Great Expectations

was better than the original one. I was in favor, and another girl, Holly, was against.

I'd noticed that when I spoke, a lot of people turned to look at me, so I raised my hand again.

"Bulwer-Lytton is something of a whipping boy, I suppose, but to suggest that just because Lytton was in favor of the change it's bad is just an

ad hominem

argument," I said.

That's right, boys, beauty and brains, all in one package. Holly sputtered. Mrs. Lipscomb nodded approvingly. And I found I had lots to say in my other classes, too. I remembered a girl in high school. Quiet girl, until the day she had laryngitis, at which point she just couldn't resist drawing attention to her froggy voice. Was I doing that? Maybe I was, but instead of my voice it was my boobs.

I wondered what classes were like for Cindy and Greer. After all, they had to deal with Vivi sitting in for them on a school day. Greer might be able to avoid having classes on Thursdays, by going the Monday-Wednesday-Friday route, but it was almost impossible to avoid having some classes on Monday. I was rather glad that Mrs. Lipscomb would never encounter Vivi.

I got back to the dorm at three and noticed that Marcie had her door open, so I popped in on her.

"Well, don't you look all gorgeous and everything," Marcie said, looking up from her textbook.

I blushed. "Thank you."

"You look good enough to eat," she said.

"Promises, promises."

"Come in here and close the door, and you'll see whether I meant it."

So I did, and she did, and then I returned the favor. An hour later we were cuddling on her narrow bed.

"So," she said, her dark eyes staring into mine from a distance of a few inches. "That was quite a show you put on Saturday."

"Wha?" Naturally, I thought about the pool party, which she should know nothing about.

"The fashion show. The purging of the old Vivienne."

Oh. Vivi had Marcie and John over to go through my wardrobe Saturday, modeling my clothes and throwing out virtually everything I'd owned before Vivi came into my life. I really wanted to explain that wasn't me, but I doubted she'd believe me, and I couldn't think of any way to prove it. So I said, "Yep, turning over a new leaf."

She grinned. "As long as you find me under it, I'm happy for you. And none of my business where you got the money for the shopping spree."

That was good, because I wasn't going to tell her.

"Not drugs, right?" she asked.

"I thought you said it wasn't your business? But no, not drugs. Promise."

She idly caressed my breast, running her finger around the nipple and watching it harden. "But what does it all mean to you?"

Now I had to come up with deep meanings for actions that weren't even mine? "Well," I said. "Um," I said. What she was doing with her fingers wasn't making it any easier to make up something. "Liberation. Freedom to be a sexual being."