Heather had just finished turning a trick; she was waiting on the street outside the Vegas hotel. She was mulling over the last two months of her life & how she had gone from a care-free senior in Wisconsin to a Las Vegas call girl.
She did not choose this life, she was been tricked into it: kid-napped & threatened. The threats were not only targeted at her - but her whole family. She saw no way out & nothing scared her, or protected her more right now than her pimp: Biggz.
As she thought, another call girl came down the street - she ran up to Heather & put a small old coin in her hand. She seemed a bit drunk, or high on something, she was smiling from ear to ear. As she passed off the old coin she told Heather, "I'm free, wish for your freedom honey & you'll be free too!"
She then staggered off... Heather couldn't help but to think she was fucked up on something, or just found Jesus, or just completely cracked. She could relate to the last option as Heather was about to self-destruct herself. All of these thoughts fled from her mind as she saw Biggz Mercedes round the corner. She snuffed her cigarette & jumped in as he pulled up to the curb.
"How'd you do?" He asked
"Alright, I took him for $500, took another $1500 that was in his nightstand while he got me a drink." She said, almost proudly.
Biggz was happy about that, "Damned bitch, you' all right...." he paused then his mood darkened, "How I know you didn't find more an' you is jus' holdin' out on me."
This wasn't the case; she was too scared of him to do that. Heather had learned how to calm him down before he got too wound up. She reached over & rubbed his dick through his pants while she cooed reassuring words to him. This calmed him down & she felt his cock growing with one hand, while her other hand fingered the coin she had just been given. Her mind returned to thought while she absent-mindedly played with her pimps growing hard-on.
"I wish I could just go, right now & never remember any of this shit. I wish he could be trapped in my shoes & have to deal with all the crap I've been through."
**The coin flashed, and it granted the wish**
Suddenly Biggz saw a flash of light; its magic took him two months in the past & trapped him inside of Heather's body. He has no power to control her, he is only along for the ride - but he can feel all of her emotions & sensations. However, he has yet to figure this out...
He finds himself looking at himself on his couch at home; he feels terrified but also a tad bit turned on. His mind reels as he hears himself say from across the room, "A'ight girl, now we got you dressed up all nicey-nice - we're goin' to see what we gots here. Get over here & show me how you suck a dick."
That's the line he gives a girl when he's going to 'break her in'
He feels a self consciousness that doesn't seem to be his own & feels this body take an involuntarily peek at a mirror on the wall. He sees Heather, freshly bleached hair, all made-up wearing a tight little black dress with high heels. Her big pale-blue eyes in the mirror meet with his & he can tell they are his. He also knows exactly what's coming next... Entrapped in Heather he can only watch as he sees the events unfold.
Heather steps toward Biggz & starts to undo his pants, Biggz stops her.
"Listen, you can't be goin' after a John like that. You can't be givin' him what he want right away - you gots to tease the motherfucker - drive him crazy, work him up so bad he'll pay you twice as much just to get his nut off. Dig? Just start by sweet talkin' the mutherfucker & rubbin' on his dick - whisper in his ear, breath on his neck & shit. When you hear him startin' to loose it offer to play with his dick BUT say it's gonna be mo' money, then when you're jerkin him off and shit - keep breathing on his neck & say you'll blow him for just a little more, don't let that fucker bust his nut - hold that over his head til he pays. Don't get him off until you work him up enough to pay as much as he got... A'ight? Now try it again."
