Weeks of luxury

The sound of birds chirping could be heard through the window, the soft return of consciousness feeling so comfortable as I awoke. I stretched out, the deep perfection of my mattress feeling so ideal against my soft skin. When bed was this comfortable, it truly was difficult to part from it.

But then again… there are so many pleasures to enjoy upon rising too.

I yawned as I shimmied to the edge of the bed, wandering over and opening the curtains to let the light spill in. A smile crept across my face as I took in the gorgeous view; Ocean, city and the beautiful fields and countryside all stretching away into the distance, in three of the four cardinal directions.

“Many work their whole lives just saving up for a single night in a hotel with so perfect a view. Fufufu, I really am a lucky girl.”

I strutted over to the mirror, letting my hips fall naturally into such a seductive pattern as my eyes wandered over Victoria’s stolen skin in the mirror. Even just waking up in the morning, **** and missing her careful, expensive make-up routine, she was gorgeous. Flush with the beauty of youth, and with the careful pedigree of many, many generations of wealth and the infusion of aesthetically superior gold-digging genetics, this body really was close to the very pinnacle of the female beauty standard.

It's just a shame the original girl isn’t here to enjoy it any longer… and now I, born an ordinary, hapless guy, get to bask in the lifestyle of the ultimate spoilt rich girl.

I flipped my hair to the side as I wandered to Victoria’s en-suite shower, loving the perfect water pressure as the warm streams came from all directions. As I bathed my nubile form in her ultra exclusive body wash, I couldn’t help but reflect on the last few weeks.

Candida had been right when she’d promised me one of the greatest rewards for my efforts. The lifestyle I took within Victoria and Eva’s skins truly was one of **** luxury. We ate at the finest restaurants, wore only the best clothes. Driving Victoria’s Porsche, or Eva’s Rolls-Royce, was a world away from the ordinary, inexpensive cars I’d driven as myself. The new Stefan was a model gentleman, as well as a consummate freak in the bedroom; I’d found myself being taken to new heights of ecstasy as I roleplayed as the slutty trophy wife fulfilling her duties within Eva’s skin.

We’d even taken the private jet for a spontaneous weekend in Rome, where I spent thousands on designer clothes and got to try on so many different outfits in a body that made them all stunning. That spoilt, excessive sensation of playing the effortlessly rich woman dropping more money on clothes than I’d pay for a year of tuition in a weekend was overwhelmingly narcissistic, and just as fun.

I’d discovered that my new evolution had quite the hard cap, after a great deal of sexual experimentation. Far from creating eternal copies of myself within the vacant skins of my victims, it seemed I could only animate them for a single day, twenty-four hours, before they required a top-up. I wondered if in another life I’d been greedy enough to try and keep up five separate identities; both the women of the Deveraux family, their maid Maria, Lisa and Annie. In this one anyway I hadn’t shown quite so much avarice.

As I lathered up my breasts and moaned in Victoria’s bitchy little voice, I couldn’t help but smirk; even if Candida and I were inhuman monsters, we were still somehow better wearers of these skins than their original owners. I’d proven myself better than Victoria and Stefan through how I’d treated those I’d used.

Maria had been let go with a golden handshake; a bonus of millions for her service. She was baffled, yet not nearly enough to look a gift horse in the mouth and question her good fortune. She never quite knew why her awful employers had suddenly become so generous, and it wasn’t like I could ever tell her the things I’d used her skin for, and how essential she’d ended up being for my plan. Money like that would stretch far in the Philippines, and she’d been given stock along with it to ensure she’d be able to raise her family from poverty and never have to work again herself either.

Lisa too had been restored, even if I’d been sad to let her go. I still had the burning embers of a crush on her, but letting her go felt like both the right thing to do and like I was letting go of the final connection to my old life. Before restoring her in her room with fake memories of her exploits during her missing days though, I’d well used her body; fucking her in every position while my clone wore her skin, and then fucking as her for hours and hours too for good measure. When she woke up she’d find her tuition for medical school all paid off in advance, an anonymous donor investing in the next generation of healthcare from the goodness of their heart.

I now spent my time flitting between Victoria and Eva, depending on whether I wanted to be queen bee of the richest school in the country or the idle life of a trophy wife that day. Of course, they weren’t the only skins I still kept in my collection…

I toweled myself off, humming a tune as I stepped over to Victoria’s walk-in closet. She had hundreds of items of clothing, dresses, skirts, leggings, coats, bikinis, lingerie, hundreds of pairs of shoes. She even had five sets of the school’s uniform, all tailored, and all washed by the staff at the weekend so she never wore any clothes that weren’t totally clean.

I slipping inside one set starting with lingerie, pink silk and lace, a luxurious touch for my soft young skin. Then I buttoned the shirt, pulled on the skirt and blazer, and slid my smooth legs into the thigh high socks, finishing the look with elegant loafers. As I applied Victoria’s morning make-up routine, her luxury foundation and mascara, and the pink sparkly gloss she adorned her lips with, I reflected on the final skin I’d kept.

Annie.

The hardworking scholarship student. Ambition and talent, coupled with the dedication to bend the rules to get what she deserved. After class I loved the thrill of fucking her on the campus, roleplaying as the nasty rich bully, taunting the poor girl as I fucked her doggy style; my cock emerging from Victoria’s cute pink slit. Sometimes I’d swap, slide inside Annie’s vessel as I let Victoria suck me off, dominating the bitchy blonde as I got **** for all the poorer people she loved stepping on.

I’d been loving having her as another vessel at school, another fun little skin I enjoyed wearing from time to time. However, now I couldn’t help but feel it was time to give Annie her just rewards, a great gift for how she’d unwittingly served me. As fun as it was keeping her as a vessel for my cum clones, I already had Eva and Victoria. Keeping her would be greedy, especially as she was ultimately an innocent in all of this. She didn’t deserve to be nothing more than another one of my costumes.

I do have to demonstrate my moral superiority to the bitch I pretend to be, after all.

Finishing applying my gloss, I blew a kiss in the mirror, appreciating the ultra-pretty blonde that smiled back at me. My heart seemed to swell seeing her, knowing she was me. Really, Victoria was a much better suited vessel for me than Alex has been.

Standing and admiring the wealthy schoolgirl in the mirror, I spun around, feeling the thrill as my skirt flowed with the motion, and appreciating my ass in the reflection.

“Maybe it’s time ‘Victoria’ puts her money where her mouth is."