A Restaurant

Trixie saw a table in front of her as the sounds of silverware making contact with plates filled her ears. She was at a restaurant. Trixie spied a purse across the table from her, but no occupant in the seat. The pornstar held up her hands to verify they were the same one she has before, and picked up some strands of her now brown hair,"Thank God", she died in relief before getting to business. Locating this woman's purse, she dug around until locating a wallet and peeling out the license,"Sonya Doe. Wow, she's 40? She looks great!". After putting the ID and wallet back in, she dug up a pen and snagged a napkin. Knowing she was on a tight schedule, Sonya swiftly scribbled a message for Sonya when she regained control of her body:

Dear Sonya,

My name is Trixie and I was the performer using your body for a bit today. Being you was amazing, and I would like to work something out with you off set. If you have any interest, text me at 000-000-0000.

Xoxo,

Trixie.

Just as she finished, Trixie head footsteps coming in from behind her, queuing her to hid the napkin under her arm. "So, to wrap it all up, Dale and I are going to lose the house", a feminine voice said as a curvy blonde woman passed by her, giving Trixie a view of her bubble butt encased in denim. The woman took a seat across from Trixie,"Your girl, Kim, is about to be homeless". She looked a bit younger than Sonya, and had a Cool Mom Bob with one side being a bit longer. Her chest put a bit of a strain on the fabric.

"Have you ever considered renting out your body when you're not using it?", Trixie asked in her now sultry voice.

"You mean, like that Prisoner Exchange Program?", Kim asked.

Trixie laughed,"Charity isn't gonna keep your house. No, this one is less dangerous and pays much better" Trixie pulled out another napkin and unsheathed the pen. Sure, this Kim woman was on the thicker side, but she had plenty in the tits and ass categories. She'd be perfect for the Temporary Porn Star Program. Trixie jotted down the program name, contact info and her own number before handing it to Kim,"Call or message any of those and you can start making money ASAP".

Trixie began experiencing a brain fog as she could see a dark male figure approaching the table from her peripherals. "Sorry, we don't have any money", Kim said to the figure as Trixie began to get tunnel vision.

"Uh, actually my name's Jamal and I'll be taking your order", a masculine voice replied, but it sounded like an echo to her as she experienced the pulling sensation once more.

The next thing she knew, Trixie was back in the room, with the helmet on her head. She politely thanked Martin for her service and would make good on her promise in due time. The entertainer wheeled out of the facility on a mission. She had established some sort of contact with Bianca, Sonya and Kim. Trixie got butterflies in her stomach as she received a text from one of them and made her way to a mutual meeting spot.