Candy store in Neobangkok

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"Dance, dance, dance!"

Sunny was awakened by chanting, loud, rising as the mind regained consciousness. With dozy eyes, he noticed the crowd of men, separated from him by a glass wall. They looked at Sunny like hungry predators seeing a defenseless lamb.

"Sugar, give daddy his sweetness!", some creep put his tongue agnist the barrier. He looks hideous, the feeling of filth intensified by his behavior.

Sunny aimed at him with all his might. Even though the glass stopped the blow, it was enough for the pig's head to bounce back into the chair.

"I like when they are fighty", scrote rubbed his cheek, smiling omnously, "I love this candy store... I hope there will be an auction today, I want that one!"

Sunny understood what he was talking about, since trafficking was a common thing in Indochina, but did not realize why he was prating specifically about him. The truth hit the tourist, when he looked down at his hand, completely girly palm with painted nails.

"What the heck?!", Candy's voice came from his own mouth. He leaned agnist the glass and saw in it the familiar reflection of a naked girl, whose body he knew inside out.

"Dance, dance, dance!", the crowd became more and more impatient. Sunny did not give a damn about their demands, showing them his middle finger with a straight face. This infuriated the cads. They charged the glass, wanting to break through it.

"What are you doing, newbie?", different Candy appeared from behind Sunny's back. She threw him off the stage and began to spin to the music, arousing cheers and applause.

Sunny landed with his soft breasts on the cold floor of the back room. His long dark hair blocked his view. It took him a moment to pick himself up from the ground, since his muscles were not as developed as they used to be.

"What's going on here?", he saw a hall full of nude Candies. Some were getting ready to perform, others were coming back from the glass cages. They all looked identical. The only variability was the number tattooed on their thighs.

"Okay girls, time for a break. Big Mouth is here", some other Candy, the only one dressed, materialized from behind the curtain. This one looked older, as if the clone's long life had aged her sooner than a normal human being, giving her the appearance of a matron, or a brothel mamma, "And you, miss! Tits forward and straighten your back!"

Sunny obeyed involuntarily, missing the moment the VIP entered the room. Majon, known as Big Mouth, the head of one of the Yang Guang families, was obese and bald, but managed to maintain a gentle and noble expression on his face.

"Line up, girls!", the matron gave the order, and everyone did what she said. Majon paced the row of women, surveying them. It seemed pointless and exaggerated to Sunny, since each person looked exactly the same.

"You", the Big Mouth stopped in front of the tourist in the body of former love, and smiled broadly. He recognized him by his stout face, "Come with me, Sunny my boy."

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"Are you gonna make me dance too?", Sunny did not know if it was more of a joke than a sarcasm, but it conveyed his emotions very well in current moment.

He found himself in the boss's private apartment, who poured him a drink without even asking. Big Mouth tried to act like true gentleman and he was quite successful in his task.

"If I wanted your body, there are dozens of identical ones downstairs that wouldn't say no, so take it easy, Sunny my boy", Majon sat on the opposite seat, keeping a safe distance, as befits a careful businessman.

"So what do you want?", Sunny took a sip. Poisoned or ****, nothing worse could happen to him at this point.

"We share common interests", the Big Mouth tapped on the table to the rythm of his own thoughts.

"Did they steal your dick too?", Sunny could not help but make the playful analogy. After all, he was sitting with his bare girly ass on a leather couch, feeling a completely different equipment between his legs, "If not, then I'm not interested."

"They said you are funny guy... but enough of these digressions. I am a busy man, so time have a true value to me", Majon stopped playing with his vine glass and stared coldly at the girl on the sofa, "As you can see, I run a business here, a dangerous business, so it's no wonder that I have runaways sometimes."

"Some Candy tasted freedom? That's it?", Sunny leaned forward in the seat. The terribly unpleasant feeling of tearing his labia away from the cover made his face grimace, "I just still can't see where this has a common exponent with me."

"It was specific Candy... She has your employer's member attached to her body", Big Mouth drew a manhood in the air to potray the situation.

"Futa? You made a futa out of a clone?", Sunny rubbed his forehead, disbelieving what he was hearing, "I have only one question, why? Just why?"

"Our clients have personal kinks and your employer is no exception", Majon presented an image in the tourist's mind that he had not expected. Russell did not tell him the whole truth, "We ship Candies to our special, unique customers, because nothing is more anonymous than a clone. We often add a gifts to them to meet the highest demands... but sometimes things go wrong."

"Anonymous... a single-faced spy who will be a leverage whenever someone would want to get rid of you. You don't even have to fabricate evidences", Sunny liked the pimp's cunning. He knew what he was standing on again, another race for power, "So I find the Candy and get her back to you, take the cock for the governor, you give me my body back and everyone lives happily ever after?"

"Pretty much", Majon chuckled, "Until then, I will keep your body safe as my insurance. And don't think about leaving Neobangkok too soon, because then the connection with your original self will break, and this will mean the **** for both of you."

"Funny how you and Russell see me as a personal hound, but both of you still keep forgetting one thing", Sunny finished his drink and stood up. He walked over to the exit, letting Big Mouth know that this is the end of a conversation.

"What thing?", Mojan was genuinely interested. He did not know what he had missed.

"You both shouldn't have messed up with Candy."