Switch to Cheri's POV

I notice the shift between John and Paul in my body. My body kept the look of fear, but it started to look more defiant, not that Paul was in any position to defy me.

I give his clit a light slap, and he lets out a muffled scream, "Cheri, don't you cost me this deal. You're lucky to even have this job, and if you can't earn it, I'll find someone else. Don't expect me to be so nice the next time I need to switch your body."

With that, I load my presentation on a cart and throw a tarp over her. I still feel more like Cheri than Paul, so showing off my body in that state doesn't really feel good, even if someone else is in it at the time.

Getting to the conference room, I began drawing the blind as I went into the usual patter about how happy I am to meet them and how we're marginally better than our competitors. I recognize a few of them from previous 'presentations,' so they should know what's coming.

I pull back the tarp, "Please, accept this as a sign of our commitment to good service."

It's easy to tell the difference between the veterans and the newcomers. The newbies get shocked and look around for validation while the old timers waste no time approaching the bound beauty. They know these meetings don't last long.

The first one pops open Paul's corked mouth and shoves his dick in. Once it's coated in saliva, he hoists her onto the conference table and rams into her pussy. If she wanted to scream, a new dick in her mouth stopped it. A third man climbs onto her chest and starts rubbing himself with her breasts.

This leaves a few latecomers with their dicks in their hands. Seems Paul just can't handle them all on her own.