The next morning

The next morning, as Tom sat at the kitchen table with his tablet next to him, the door to the garage opened and Amber/Sarah sauntered in. He smiled briefly, feeling little need to really push the issue of her staying out all night or the fact that she looked a little like she was making a walk of shame, though from the appearance of her disheveled dress and panties sticking out from her purse, she was. Amber kicked off her shoes and after waving at him for a moment, walked into the master bedroom and hopped into the shower.

For his part, Tom just sipped his coffee, not telling her that he had (per Jerome) received permission to check the various camera feeds in the rooms that were set up for usage by the escorts. It wasn't a service known by many of the people there, undoubtedly unknown by even the girls working the rooms, and he suspected that it had something to do with the simple message relayed to him by Jerome last night. "Access Code 91-A, enjoy" was on the card tucked neatly inside of a red velvet envelope, slipped under the front door. How it got there, who dropped it off, none of those things were readily apparent. Even the connection between himself and Amber, by design of the wish, was known but downplayed (hell, perhaps only Jerome and maybe someone high up in the mansion knew where she lived and who he was). He had his suspicions, of course, but without evidence or proof, it was just more a guess than most.

Jerome confirmed as much, merely telling Tom on the phone that it was a discrete gift of appreciation and that he should keep it quiet. Far be it for him to question anything given on the down low. Tom was sure to thank both him and the mysterious benefactor and swore up and down he would keep it quiet.

Besides, although Amber only had two guests last night, the video and pictures from her clients had been interesting, to say the least.

The first client was a woman, which surprised him in that Sarah would never consider doing anything remotely lesbian in nature but Amber, well, she didn't have any qualms about it.

Brunettes and blondes always were an interesting match, though he wondered about how much Sarah was aware of things and how much was Amber...

Tom couldn't help himself becoming intensely aroused at the images on the screen, the sound was definitely Amber and yet Sarah at the same time, though was it the coin bleeding through the lines and mixing the two lives together? What part of the blonde sucking on the brunette's tits was his wife and what part was the coin's version of his wife?

Sarah loved using toys and doing 69, Amber apparently did too. Her voice was much different, more high-pitched than he was used to, and the way she moved her body in relation to her partner made him realize that, as an escort, she was a pro. Even the sight of the tattoo on her leg was new yet somehow fit her.

The second client had been a man, a young man by the looks of it, and he was covered with tattoos. This was the type of guy that Sarah, the old Sarah, would never even begin to see as remotely attractive but yet, as Amber, she knew she had to perform a task and she was more than professional enough to overlook such things (that and the tattoo on her leg was enough to tell him that this persona, at least, had no such qualms.)

He watched, entranced, as her breasts bounced from each push he made from behind, his arm grasping her neck.

He turned her against the wall and continued to take her from behind, Amber turning her head to look back at him a few times, her eyes a mixture of being more than impressed at the sensations of his cock pressing into her as well as the amount of fucking her body was getting.

As per the coin, Amber felt her client approaching climax and pushed him back before she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock, throating him several times before she felt him tense and cum in her mouth. Like a pro, she swallowed it all.

Tom didn't remember feeling so conflicted. Emotionally, he knew this was a result of his wish, that she was doing it because her life was now in his hands, and he had placed her there. There was nothing of his old Sarah in here, this was like a whole new person, and that is what made it both sad and twistedly perverted at the same time. Intoxicating would be a better word, perhaps.

Just as the shower turned off, Tom reached for the coin and gave his wish. "I wish Sarah would return."

A few moments later, Sarah walked out and sat down next to him at the table. She was exhausted, from the look on her face, but she reached out and took his hand. Tom gave it a squeeze. "So...how was it?"