Finish

John slapped Cheryl's ass, and it grew rounder and bigger and stayed firm. Her hips widened a bit as well, and her lips grew plumper, her hair grew longer, thicker, and a lighter shade of blonde.

"Oh god!" cried Cheryl, "OH my god!"

"You're an anal slut...uummph,...aren't you?"

"I'm an anal slut! OH GOD! I'm an anal slut!"

By the time John was finished, the curvier Cheryl had become an anal sex addict and would offer her body to any man whose business she inspected.

John made Cheryl suck him clean. "Good, job, Cherry," he said. "You prefer going by Cherry, don't you?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"Yes, and you love doing ass to mouth, don't you, Cherry?"

"Mmm, hmmm."

After she had sucked him clean, Cherry squeezed back into her clothes, which were fit to burst at the seams. To her, her body had looked like this.

"You will come by twice a week for me to fuck," John told her.

"Yes, twice a week."

"And you should secretly live stream your anal sex from your bedroom. You should have anal sex every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night at home, and every Saturday night, you will come here and offer your body to my guests in the bar's bathroom."

Cherry just agreed.

John smacked her on the ass. "You may go now."

Cherry walked away, her hips swinging like a pendulum.

John then heard a roaring sound and watched as a Harley Davidson wheeled into the parking lot. A woman with a hot body got off and took off her helmet. She put the helmet on her seat and folded her arms as she looked at the hotel and John.

She walked up to John. "You doing the hiring?"

"Yes."

"Good, let's get this over." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a paper.

"What's that?"

"I have to prove to my parole officer I'm job hunting. This says I applied for a job."

"So you don't really want this job?"

"Work at a fucking hotel? Doing what, cleaning rooms or shit?"

"Quite the mouth of on you," said John.

"What the fuck ever. So do you want to go through the charade of the interview?"