You refuse

"Tut tut. Bad choice David," Jessica expressed her disappointment in your rejection, "I guess you leave me ****."

The last thing you see before she shoots you with the black pen is a haunting look of dismay on her girlfriend's face.

*****

It's been a few weeks now since you said no to the offer from the mysterious stranger who wore Jessica's skin. You'd woken up in your own bed and despite all your searching, the pens were long gone. Confiscated by 'agent' and gone forever.

As she had promised, all Jimmy and Trish knew was that you guys all got last minute tickets to the Riley Lovelace concert and that it'd been an absolute blast - the spectacular music and performance (as if Riley could give a bad show) and the sheer excitement of the atmosphere was all they could talk about. The details in their memories seemed scant but also vivid at the same time. You guessed there was either some limitations in the memory modification used or that they'd just gotten lazy with providing full replacement memories.

Life had also gone back to normal. Well as normal as it could be after your thrilling afternoon with the magical skinsuit pens. Things that were once exciting to you seemed somewhat dull and muted. The inability to experience things in another's skin and being stuck in your default 'flesh suit' felt boring after those precious hours being a chameleon that flitted between identities like one changed clothes.

You hadn't noticed any changes with your friends and family but you did sometimes notice a few odd looks from them before they would glance away. Looks like almost appeared like they were assessing you. Surely, if there was some mysterious organisation with these abilities, they wouldn't spend their time tormenting an ordinary teenager like you right? Right?

These thoughts passed through your mind on an endless loop. The fake Jessica hadn't been wrong, the idea that her associates could be stalking and monitoring you at any time was incredibly frightening. Even if they weren't doing anything, you felt a pressure. An unseen presence around you at all time. Sometimes it bubbled away in your mind but at times it would simmer up and you'd hyperventilate from the idea.

"What's wrong David?" Jessica cooed as she rode you. The pleasure from her dick riding was being drowned out by one of your episodes.

You started to hyperventilate and for a split second you thought you saw a look of malicious satisfaction on Jessica's face as she continued to pleasure you relentlessly even though she could see your discomfort. Her grinding accelerated and she pushed you over the edge mentally and sexually and as you came, your mind blacked out.

It was late by the time you woke up in your bed naked and alone. You had to do something about this. You didn't know what to do but being tormented like this was something you thought you could live through anymore.

She hadn't left a way to contact them but surely if they were always watching you could reach them in some way.