One Problem

You lay back on the lounger. You slip your shiny black top off and let the sun caress your topless body.

You pick up your phone and view your newsfeed. You smile. Tiffany is right at the top of the page. It looks like she’ll be going away for a long time.

“You!”

You look up to see William Wiest. He has some bruising on his arm.

“William, so nice to see you. I see you’ve found a new Mistress.”

“None of your business. It was you wasn’t it. I don’t know how, but you killed Andy!”

“Don’t be silly.” You reassure him as you reach for the stereotype gun.

“I’m going to...”

You shoot him.

“Cabana boy.”

“W...what?”

You watch as he gets younger and more muscular. The transformation is over in seconds. You admire his new tanned muscular physique. His package bulges nicely in a red speedo

“William, I seem to be in need of a Cabana boy. I don’t suppose you’d be interested? I’ll double whatever your last salary was.”

“Double? That sounds great miss...”

“Harris. Tell me what did you get paid on your last job?”

“I don’t really remember.”

“Well then, we’ll just start you at minimum wage. I would like a massage, William. Come on, snap to it.”

“Yes, miss Harris.”

He begins massaging your shoulders. You enjoy his large strong hands.

“Don’t be shy. Make sure to make this a whole body massage.”

As he begins massaging your breasts, you reach back and caress his growing bulge.

“Now, William, I think I want that big tool inside me, NOW.”

“Of course, miss Harris.”

You spread your legs and he jams his cock inside you. You moan. That thing is huge. He is going to be a wonderful cabana boy. And, when you get tired of him you can always just make another.

You turn, going doggie, and look for the gun. Odd, you think. It isn’t where you left it. He begins plowing you hard.

“Fuck me!”

He obliges, picking up the pace.

You suppose you don’t need the gun, you do have twenty five million dollars, a gorgeous cabana boy, and a huge cock up your twat...