The pilot checked his instruments, leveling the aircraft out at cruising altitude. All things considered, it had been a buttery smooth takeoff. Now he could sit back and relax for the next three hours, conditions permitting. His boss, the billionaire David Carpenter, had brought him on for another flight from LA to Washington. Carpenter was friends with the elite in DC, or at least he paid them enough money to have a few. That sort of thing was above the pilot's paygrade. All he needed to do was keep this small, yet top-of-the-line private jet in the air, and bring him to his destination safely.
Carpenter was a bit of an odd one, though. For one, he was always up to some new scheme or antic, either online or otherwise. The pilot had flown more than a few interesting people that Carpenter had paid him extra to keep quiet about. Today, the bonus payment was in exchange for him to mostly stay in his cabin and keep the door closed. The pilot wasn't exactly sure why, but the fact that Carpenter brought his wife along allowed him to make a good enough guess. The sounds that he thought he heard shortly after turning off the seatbelt sign confirmed it.
The billionaire was sitting in his seat, pants down, as his beautiful companion rode him reverse cowgirl. Bella Bashir, possessed by a creature calling himself Daniel, moaned loud enough for the whole crew to hear. But neither Daniel, nor his partner Ivy inside David, cared much. Part of being the world's richest couple was that you could do just about whatever you wanted.
"God, I fucking love this position." Daniel groaned in Bella's voice, grinding on the dick inside his host. "So much better receiving."
"Giving isn't so bad." Ivy replied, feeling up Bella's tits through her blouse. Though her skirt was hiked up for easy access, Daniel had chosen to put on a nice white business suit in anticipation of their upcoming meeting. As per usual, he had neglected to wear anything under it, and didn't hesitate to spread his borrowed legs to his borrowed husband across the way once they'd been seated for takeoff.
It wasn't long until 'Bella' climaxed, laughing and moaning at the same time. 'David' joined in too, his dick twitching as it began to pulse and pump warm liquid into her snatch. So in sync were Daniel and Ivy now that their orgasms often accompanied one another. It was mostly a race to see who would finish first--though neither were in much of a hurry.
After a brief moment to catch his breath, Daniel slowly slid himself up off of Ivy's dick, looking down to see a white liquid begin to dribble out of Bella's lips. "Cum?" He was surprised. "Not slime?"
Ivy smiled in self-satisfaction. "Took quite a bit of concentration, but it turns out we can keep ourselves in our hosts. Kinda ruins the orgasm, though."
"Not to mention a very fun possession method." Daniel winked. "Nice job though." He waddled off to the lavatory, hand on his crotch.
Ivy didn't bother putting her softening penis back in her pants, but followed. "Hey babe," She asked apprehensively. "Why exactly are we doing this?"
"Aside from getting the chance to fuck around in the hottest bodies on Planet Earth?" Daniel asked rhetorically. "The money, of course."
"Yeah, but what do you need money for anymore? I mean, literally anything you want is just a host away."
Daniel thought about it. "I guess it's good to have something for myself. If this ever turned out to be temporary, if I ever turned back to normal or anything."
"I don't think I'd ever want to go back." Ivy decided. She looked down at her borrowed body, feeling the small amount of purple slime leaking from David Carpenter's nose. "I might be a... thing... that takes people's bodies, but it's better than the loser bitch I was."
In the mirror, Daniel looked at his own host: the face he wore as a disguise, to hide the liquid creature he really was. He loved taking bodies like Bella's, using them and leaving them whenever he wanted, but he couldn't honestly say he wanted to be like this forever. But he didn't want to think about that sort of thing right now. Not while there was planning to do. So he shook his head, straightened his hair, and went back to cleaning the billionaire's jizz out of his stolen cunt.
Once he'd finished, he rejoined Ivy in the cabin. By now, she'd zipped her pants back up. If it weren't from the violet running from his nostril and the corner of his lip, Carpenter would look every bit as normal as he always did.
"So, let's go through the plan again." Daniel said. "Because I don't know how much time we'll have to talk as ourselves."
"Pretty simple to me." Ivy remembered. "We meet up with the Treasurer, wait til we're alone. You get his wife alone in a room, take her, and we meet up later so she can get some more of this." She grabbed her crotch with machismo. "And we make our own porno about the whole thing."
Daniel gave a bit of a feminine laugh. "Good. You have the easy part of the plan." He leaned over and started rummaging through Bella's purse.
