The plan and the boss new look

Chapter 11: The Boss’s New Look

The big swapped officer dragged me roughly down the hallway, my exposed tits bouncing wildly in the torn orange top, pussy still dripping down my thighs from the relentless **** in the cell. Danielle — trapped in my real male body and handcuffed — was shoved in right behind me.

The door to the chief’s office opened.

My heart soared the second I saw her.

“Kellie!” I cried out in Danielle’s husky voice, pure relief flooding through me. There she was behind the big desk — my wife, legs propped up confidently, wearing an insanely slutty micro mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a tiny crop top that left most of her stomach and underboob exposed. A fat cigar smoked between her fingers. She looked powerful, sexy, and completely in control.

For one beautiful second I thought we’d won — that Kellie had somehow taken over.

Then she smiled with Kellie’s mouth, took a long drag from the cigar, and blew the smoke toward us.

“Miss me, baby?” Carlos purred in my wife’s sweet, familiar voice. “I got tired of that boring mom body. Your wife’s skin is much nicer. So tight… so pretty… perfect for what comes next.”

Under the desk, Terry’s body was on her knees, face buried eagerly between Carlos’s (Kellie’s) spread thighs, licking and sucking with wet, happy moans. It wasn’t Terry in there anymore — one of the prostitutes who had been swapped into Terry’s mature body was clearly loving every second, moaning like she’d found heaven as she devoured my wife’s pussy.

“Mmm, just like that, good girl,” Carlos moaned in Kellie’s voice, grinding slowly against the woman’s face while staring at us with pure satisfaction.

Danielle (in my body) started kicking and screaming again. “Get the fuck out of my wife’s body, you piece of shit!”

I felt sick. “Carlos… you swapped into Kellie?”

He laughed softly, spreading Kellie’s legs wider so we could see the prostitute’s tongue working her clit. “Of course. Why settle for anything less? This body is going to be the face of everything.”

The big officer **** both of us down into chairs facing the desk. Carlos kept one hand lazily stroking Kellie’s exposed tits while the woman under the desk continued her enthusiastic work.

“Here’s how this is really going to work,” Carlos said, voice sweet but commanding in Kellie’s tone. “You and I — in these two hot white women bodies — are flying back to the States tomorrow. We tell everyone it was an amazing vacation. Then we start inviting more pretty white women down here. Your friends. Kellie’s friends. Sisters. Cousins. Rich tourists. Whatever it takes.”

He took another puff of the cigar, moaning softly as the prostitute brought Kellie’s body closer to the edge.

“Once they’re here, we use the stone. Swap them with my best guys. The highest bidders get first pick of the new bodies. Privileged white women skins are worth a fortune — perfect for smuggling, perfect for infiltrating America. No one suspects a nice girl next door.”

I stared in horror. “You want me to help you traffic women… in Danielle’s body?”

Carlos smiled with Kellie’s lips, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Exactly. You behave, help me lure them, and play the good girl. If you ever try to warn anyone or run…” He reached down and gripped the back of the prostitute’s head (in Terry’s body), grinding harder against her mouth. “I keep this body forever. Your wife stays my personal toy. I’ll fuck her every night in front of you while you watch in that horny slut body.”

Danielle in my body snarled and struggled violently against the cuffs, but I just sat there, broken and helpless.

Carlos came with a low, filthy moan in my wife’s voice, Kellie’s body shuddering through the orgasm while cigar smoke curled around the room. The prostitute under the desk kept licking happily, clearly addicted to her new role.

When he finally relaxed, Carlos fixed the micro skirt, looked at both of us, and smiled.

“Pack light, girls. We fly out tomorrow. Anthony, you’re going to be my beautiful, obedient travel companion. Try not to get too wet thinking about all the pretty friends we’re going to bring back for the auction.”

The nightmare had a new plan — and Kellie’s body was the leash around my neck.

To be continued in Chapter 12…