Head back inside to fulfil your job

You park Vicky's car back at the apartment complex and take a moment to check your appearance in the visor mirror. Her brown eyes stare back at you, and you practice a few expressions—surprise, desire, playful flirtation. The body feels responsive, athletic and lithe. You tuck a strand of her chocolate-brown hair behind one ear and head toward Building C.

The key card in Vicky's pocket gives you access to the main entrance. As you climb the stairs to the second floor, you feel the strange duality of being in someone else's body—her muscle memory wanting to take the steps two at a time while your consciousness carefully maintains control. Zoe's bracelet pulses gently on your wrist, a reassuring presence.

You reach apartment 204 and hesitate. According to Tyler, Jessica has no idea about hopping technology. She'll think you're actually her roommate suddenly developing an interest in her boyfriend... and her. You knock twice, then use the key from Vicky's pocket.

"Jess? You here?" you call out, mimicking the slight rasp you heard in Vicky's voice earlier. "I forgot my anthro notes, did you—" You stop mid-sentence as you enter the living room, feigning surprise at seeing Tyler there.

"Oh! Tyler. Didn't know you were coming over." You glance around, spotting a blonde woman emerging from the bedroom. Jessica is slender with wavy hair cascading past her shoulders, wearing a silky bathrobe that suggests she was expecting a private evening.

"Vicky?" Jessica looks confused. "I thought you were studying until late."

"Finished early," you improvise, setting Vicky's backpack down. "Professor canceled the discussion section."

Tyler approaches, playing his part perfectly. "We were just having some wine. Want to join?"

"Sure," you say with a carefully calculated hesitance. You accept the glass Tyler offers, letting your fingers brush against his. Jessica notices, her eyebrows rising slightly.

"Since when do you drink on study nights?" Jessica asks, suspicious.

"Since anthropology is kicking my ass," you reply, recalling Tyler's coaching. "Besides, I could use a break from thinking about cultural relativism for five minutes."

Jessica laughs, apparently satisfied with the reference to her shared class with Vicky. "God, I know. Professor Harman's readings are brutal."

You sip the wine, then deliberately let your gaze linger on Jessica's exposed collarbone. "That's new," you say, nodding toward a small pendant hanging around her neck.

"Oh, this?" Jessica touches it. "Tyler gave it to me."

"It's beautiful." You move closer, ostensibly to examine the jewelry but invading her personal space. "Really brings out your eyes."

Jessica blinks, confusion crossing her features. "Um, thanks?"

Tyler watches with undisguised interest, sipping his wine. "Vicky, I didn't know you had such an eye for jewelry."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," you reply, letting your gaze travel from Jessica to Tyler and back again. "Like how I've always thought you two look... really good together."

Jessica's eyes widen. "Vick, are you feeling okay?"

"Never better," you say, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. "Just thinking... maybe the three of us could have some fun tonight?"

Tyler smirks behind his wine glass, clearly enjoying the show. Jessica's mouth opens slightly, her confusion evident as she looks between you and her boyfriend.

You step closer to Jessica, your borrowed body moving with deliberate grace as you place your wineglass on the nearby end table. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating slightly as you enter her personal space.

"I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, Jess," you murmur, letting Vicky's naturally raspy voice drop an octave lower. "When you think I'm not paying attention."

Jessica's cheeks flush crimson. "What? I don't—I've never—"

"It's okay," you say, reaching up to touch her hair, letting your fingers trail down to her shoulder. "I've thought about it too."

Tyler moves behind Jessica, placing his hands on her waist. "Baby, I think Vicky's suggesting something interesting here."

Jessica's breathing quickens, her gaze darting between you and Tyler. "This is... this is crazy. You're straight, Vick. We've talked about guys together."

"Maybe I'm not as straight as you thought," you reply, leaning in to whisper near her ear. "Maybe I just needed the right... motivation."

You let your lips brush against her earlobe, feeling her shiver. The bracelet on your wrist pulses once, warm against Vicky's skin. Jessica's resistance is crumbling—you can feel it in the way she leans slightly toward you despite her protestations.

"I don't know about this," she says, but her voice lacks conviction.

Tyler's hands slide up to cup her breasts through the silky robe. "Just go with it, babe. It's just us here."

You take the opportunity to press your lips against Jessica's neck, just below her jaw. Her skin tastes faintly of perfume—something floral and expensive. She gasps, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders, neither pushing you away nor pulling you closer.

"God," she breathes. "Tyler, did you put her up to this?"

"Why would you think that?" Tyler asks innocently, though you catch the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Because this is exactly what you—" Jessica stops herself, biting her lower lip.

"What he what?" you ask, pulling back slightly to look her in the eyes.

"Nothing," she says quickly. Then, with a decisive motion, she grabs your face and kisses you hard on the mouth.

The suddenness surprises you, but you recover quickly, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Jessica's technique is aggressive, almost ****. Behind her, Tyler watches with undisguised arousal, his hands working to untie her robe.

When Jessica breaks the kiss, she's breathing heavily. "Fuck it," she says, a new determination in her eyes. "If we're doing this, we're doing it properly." She shrugs off her robe as Tyler slides it from her shoulders, revealing her naked body underneath.

"Bedroom," Tyler commands, his voice thick with desire.

Jessica takes your hand, leading you toward the bedroom door. As you follow, you feel Tyler's hand slide possessively across your lower back, reminding you who's paying for this performance. The bracelet on your wrist pulses again, almost like a warning.

Inside the bedroom, Jessica turns to face you, vulnerability mixing with desire in her expression. "You sure about this, Vick? Because once we start..."

You silence her with another kiss, your hands already working to remove Vicky's sweater.

You guide Jessica toward the bed, your borrowed fingers trailing along her bare skin. Her body trembles slightly under your touch, a mixture of nervousness and excitement evident in her rapid breathing.

"I've thought about this," she confesses as you lower her onto the mattress. "Not that I'd ever admit it to anyone."

"Even me?" you ask in Vicky's raspy voice, letting your hands explore the curves of Jessica's body. Her skin is soft, almost fragile beneath your touch.

"Especially you," Jessica whispers, pulling you down for another kiss.

Tyler watches from the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he begins undressing. "This is better than I imagined," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the two of you entangled on his sheets.

You focus your attention on Jessica, using Vicky's slender fingers to trace patterns across her collarbone, down between her breasts, circling each nipple until they harden under your touch. Jessica arches her back, gasping.

"God, Vicky," she moans. "Where did you learn to—" Her words dissolve into a sharp intake of breath as your mouth replaces your fingers, tongue swirling around her nipple.

Tyler joins you on the bed now, naked and aroused, positioning himself behind you. You feel his hands working to remove Vicky's jeans, but you keep your attention on Jessica, trailing kisses down her stomach.

"Is this okay?" you ask, pausing at the juncture of her thighs, looking up at her flushed face for confirmation.

"Please," is all she manages to say, fingers tangling in your hair.

You use your tongue expertly, drawing from your professional experience across multiple bodies to find exactly what makes Jessica writhe beneath you. Her thighs tighten around your head as you discover a particularly sensitive spot.

Tyler finishes undressing your borrowed body, his hands gripping Vicky's hips as he positions himself behind you. The dual sensation of pleasuring Jessica while feeling Tyler enter Vicky's body creates a strange disconnection—you're simultaneously the giver and receiver of pleasure, experiencing everything through a body that isn't yours.

"Fuck," Jessica cries out as your ministrations intensify. "Vicky, I'm—"

Her body tenses, back arching off the bed as she climaxes against your mouth. You continue, gentler now, helping her ride through the waves of pleasure.

Tyler's pace increases behind you, his fingers digging into Vicky's hips hard enough that you suspect there might be bruises tomorrow—bruises that the real Vicky will discover with confusion.

As Jessica recovers, she pulls you up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on your lips. "My turn," she whispers, flipping you onto your back with surprising strength.

The bracelet on your wrist pulses more rapidly now as Jessica moves down your body. You wonder briefly what data Zoe's device is collecting, what patterns of pleasure it's recording as your consciousness experiences arousal through Vicky's nervous system.

"You like that?" Jessica asks, noticing your reaction to her touch. "I've watched you change in our room, you know. I've imagined this."

Tyler moves to the head of the bed, running his hands through your hair. "This is perfect," he says, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches his girlfriend pleasure her roommate, unaware of the deception orchestrated for his entertainment.

The threesome continues, bodies intertwining in various configurations, all centered around Jessica's exploration of Vicky's body. Through it all, you maintain your professional focus, performing exactly as Tyler paid you to do, while the bracelet on your wrist continues its steady rhythm of data collection.