A Backseat View to My Own Embarrassement

Lisia had been a real estate agent for a few years now, and was loving every bit of it. Getting to walk around all these amazingly large properties, oftentimes on her own, was really something else. The only unfortunate thing was that she was never able to buy any of these properties for herself because while they were pricey, her job didn’t pay nearly that well. Which is why she had a bit of a side hustle. Or two, rather.

In properties where the sellers were still living there, she made sure to give herself some time to organise a house tour for her audience. She’d post these videos on youtube, usually with her wearing some sort of sexy outfit to increase engagement, and make a bit of extra cash and once or twice had gained an extra client. Her other source of income was when the house had nobody living in it anymore. With this freedom, she ended up hosting various events like parties and such. Sometimes she’d attend them herself even, which she had regretted once when she had walked into a massive orgy. Of course she’d given the house a good scrub and let it ventilate a few days before giving any more house tours.

Lisia’s newest commission was another empty home. The owner was a rich businesswoman who had died relatively young. With no will and no successors, her house went on the market, with the state contracting Lisia to sell it. This was quite the honour, as it gave her business a lot of extra credibility. After getting sent the details, she made her way to the address she was given for it.

The house was quite a drive from downtown, which wasn’t going to make it easy to sell. Or that’s what she thought until she arrived there. Going up a small dirt road, she passed by a gate and into a large garden leading up to a beautiful old manor. This place was massive. Even though the starting bid had been fairly low, she’d be able to get a massive bid on it, for sure, which meant a lot of money for her too. Beaming with excitement at that prospect, she got out and inspected the place thoroughly. Entering through the large oak doors, the musty smell of the old wood overwhelmed her.

This immediately told her that this house would need some work before it could get sold, meaning extra costs and less profit margin for her, as she’d initially have to pay for it out of pocket. The main entrance hall didn’t look too bad, a few cobwebs here and there but overall there didn't seem to be any rot or major structural damage so far. In front of her, in the middle of the room, stood a large round table cover in a plastic drape. Looking around, it seemed all the furniture was covered, meaning even more work for her.

Spending the next few hours going around the house, she found the place to be in a much better state than she had expected at first. All she had left was the attic. The way up wasn’t easy to find, as she needed to drop a staircase from the ceiling of the third floor in order to reach the attic. Pulling the small ladder down, Lisia was covered in dust, sending her into a major coughing fit with an occasional sneeze. Taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall, she took a moment to recover. “Fuck, that place must’ve been closed for ages,” she thought to herself, praying the attic wasn’t too far gone. Grabbing some tissues from her pocket, she climbed up the old wooden rung, each creak sending a shot of panic through her body. Eventually she got to the top, thanking her earlier self for not putting on heels this morning.

To her surprise, the attic was pretty well lit, all of the windows being open, and mostly unobstructed by leaf coverage as the trees stood too far away from the house. Aside from the giant layer of dust, there was only one other thing in the attic: a mirror. It was held in a decorated metal frame, which had clearly seen better days. Lisia walked up to it and saw herself. She was wearing her business attire, which included a nice black blazer over a white button-up, both of them buttoned down to show off a bit. Below was her black pencil skirt, followed by her pantyhose and finally her sneakers, which were quite out of place on the whole attire, she had to admit.

As Lisia moved her gaze back up to make eye contact with herself, she suddenly felt drawn to the mirror, walking a bit closer to her own reflection. Not sure why, she reached out and touched the glass surface of the old, rusted piece of furniture. A brief warm glow fell over her body and she felt herself snap out of this strange trance. Before she could think anything of it, her phone went off. It was her assistant, Brooke. Lisia answered the phone and made her way back to her car. What she didn’t notice was that as she had turned away from the mirror, it had crumbled to dust.

Lisia found herself returning to the manor only a few weeks later. Various people had come through to give the place a good once-over, which would steeply increase the price. She even had a second pair of eyes come and inspect it to give a price estimate, and it was as she expected, amazingly high. Now she would be able to sell the house, but not before a final go at her little side hustles. First she wanted to do a video tour, and then, of course, give a banger Halloween party. It would be a great send-off to her career as just a normal real estate agent, because this house would make her rich enough to retire, probably, if she wanted to. In any case she wouldn’t have to do these extra jobs anymore unless she wanted to. The parties especially were a hassle, but they paid a lot, so she’d do this last one, at least.

For her house tour video, she thought she had put on quite a decent outfit: a nice, fancy black dress that came just to above her knees along with a cute leather jacket to match. Her neckline might be a bit deep, but it was just to draw in that extra bit of viewership. Lisia grabbed her phone and began filming, touring the house. Eventually her tour brought her to the garden, where a gardener she had hired was doing a few last touches to the rose bushes. Currently he was turned away from her, just out of sight of the camera.

Suddenly she felt that strange warm glow she had felt after touching the mirror. From one moment to the next, Lisia was completely overwhelmed as she felt control was being taken from her body. She was still there, conscious and aware, as if still in control, but her body moved on its own. What surprised her even more is what her body did. Looking behind her at the gardener, she felt herself bite her lip and turn back to the camera before pulling the neckline of her dress down and pulling out one of her tits, giving it a squeeze before putting it back in. Once it was back in, she felt control come back.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…”

Lisia’s hand clasped on to her breast to cover it, even though it was already back in her dress. The gardener turned around, looking concerned for a second. Realising he must’ve not seen what had happened, she told him not to worry and hurried inside. Still reeling from the confusion and terror that feeling of helplessness had instilled in her, she sat down, pausing this clip. Reviewing it on her phone, she saw herself do it again, but it seemed natural. There were no signs visible that she'd had a sudden mental episode or a spasm. Before she could sit down long enough to begin to consider what had happened, she heard a voice.

YOU LIKED THAT, DIDN’T YOU?

Letting out a high pitched scream (somehow not attracting the attention of the gardener), she looked around for the sound of the voice. It was a deep, womanly voice, with a playful undertone. Lisia couldn’t see whoever it was. “W-Who’s there?”

I’M RIGHT IN HERE, SWEETHEART.

Once again, she felt her body move on its own. Her arm lifted up and pressed gently against her chest, right between her breasts. Confused, Lisia felt up that part of her body as she regained control of her arm. Clearly this voice recognised she was still confused and continued speaking.

I’M A GHOST, YOU’VE BEEN POSSESSED BY YOURS TRULY. ALAINE MERRYWEATHER, NICE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.

Possessed? No, no no. That was something from ghost stories, surely. Lisia wasn’t sure what to believe. On the one hand she was hearing voices and her body was moving on its own, but on the other hand she didn’t not believe in ghosts. It had always fascinated her, but she doubted she’d ever run into one. Feeling her doubts, the ghost who had called herself Alaine Merryweather, took control again.

Lisia felt her body rise to stand up and march, in a rather sexy strut, over to the window facing out to the garden. The gardener was still at work out there, cutting grass with his headphones on. Next, her body turned around, and fear filled her body as she felt herself lift up her dress, hook her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down to her knees. She was now flashing her ass and pussy to the window. If that gardener turned around for just a moment, he’d see her lower half in all its naked glory. Going even further, Lisia was made to take off the panties all together. Lowering her dress, she opened the window briefly and tossed them outside onto the ground before closing the window again and sitting down.

NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?

She absolutely did.

“What do you want from me?” she said, out loud.

OH, NOTHING, DON’T WORRY. ALL I WANT IS TO HAVE SOME FUN. I NEED TO FOR MY SPIRIT TO PASS ON YOU SEE.

Just as she was about to ask more, Lisia closed her eyes and felt herself fall asleep. As she opened them again, she found herself in a dark void, lying on the floor, which was neither hot nor cold, neither hard nor soft. Was this in her mind? The next thing she noticed was her decidedly naked physique. Her entire body was on display, though her small heart tattoo on her stomach wasn’t there. Standing up, she saw another figure. Instinctively she covered her naked body, to hide it from the woman in front of her. She was young, about her age, with nicely done up blonde hair, but wearing a very old dress. Reaching a hand out, she introduced herself.

“Alaine Merryweather. I figured this would be easier for us to talk.”

Her voice was much lighter and sweeter than she had heard it in her head. Lisia just gave a nod, her hands preoccupied with hiding her chest and crotch.

“No need to be modest. You’re quite attractive even.”

Alaine tilted her head to the side and smiled. It was such a genuine and happy smile that Lisia couldn’t help but try and obey. She was only a ghost, and this was in her mind as far as she figured, so there wouldn’t be any harm in getting a bit more comfortable and stop covering up. Slowly she let her arms fall to the side, though she felt unsure of where to put them. On her hips felt too revealing, by her side was too awkward. Eventually she settled on crossing them over her stomach, though it only served to put more of a focus on her chest. Before she could think it through even more, Alaine resumed talking.

“So, as I said, I need to have some fun in order to pass on. When I was alive, I had to live such a prudish life, always covering everything up, behaving well even when only with my family. I read in your memories there was going to be a party tonight…Mind if I lend your body until then?”

Lisia wasn’t sure where to even begin. Nervously running her hands up and down her arms, she thought it over for a moment. Granting her complete access to her body could be pretty dangerous, and there was no guarantee this ghost was telling the truth. For all she knew, Alaine would use the control to commit some horrible deeds. The ghost seemed to sense this unease in her as Lisia felt a hand placed on the small of her back, Alaine standing beside her and taking her into a soft embrace. She was completely taken off guard. Alain’s dress pressed against her naked side, the fabric gently brushing against her ass. Locking eyes, Alaine smiled and whispered softly.

“Don’t worry, you can reassert your control at any time, but know that if you do so, I’ll be **** to wait another 50 years before I can try again. You can do it, but I beg you only do it when I’m truly in danger, okay?”

This whole thing had Lisia speechless. Never before had she been embraced this tenderly and intimately, and she felt her whole body heat up. Both of her nipples softly perked up as Alaine’s hand began to gently slide down her side. Lisia nodded gently and that warm embrace vanished in an instant. Lisia was back on the couch in the mansion as she opened her eyes. But it felt different. She could still see everything, but as if looking at a screen. Her body still felt as if it was lying down on that hard leather, yet it was not quite the same. It was as if someone had put VR goggles on her and simulated the exact environment she was in. Then she felt herself stand up, without ever meaning to move.

“This feels so weird,” she thought to herself. “You’ll get used to it,” Alaine’s voice replied inside her head.

Alaine took a few moments to get used to Lisia’s body and then drove home, seeming to possess her muscle memory for driving. The last thing she needed was to get into an accident, as she doubted her insurance would accept possession as a valid excuse. Alaine drove them to Lisia’s apartment, a small one on the first floor of a rather large block, facing the street. Parking the car on the street, Alaine spoke up again:

“From your memory I gather you had already gotten a costume for tonight?” Lisia didn’t need to reply, Alaine already knew the answer the moment Lisia thought of it. “Oh, that’s a bit tame. I’ll need to make some changes to it. Luckily I did most of the day-to-day tailoring for my family.” Without explaining any further, she got out of the car and headed upstairs.

Laying where she had left it this morning was Lisia’s halloween outfit: an x-men spandex, the modern kind. Lisia wasn’t a particular fan of Marvel, but some people had commented on many of her videos that she kinda looked like an actress that had starred in one of the movies, so she figured why not. Alaine inspected the outfit and went to work. By the end, there wasn’t a lot left of the outfit. She had removed the sleeves and pant legs and given it a deep neckline. Watching herself put on the outfit was painful and embarrassing. It didn’t help that Alaine only put on some panties, not even a bra.

Once changed into the outfit, they both looked at Lisia’s body in the mirror. Lisia thought she looked like the biggest slut ever. She was essentially wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a neckline almost down to her cunt. The sides of her breasts spilled out into view and too much of a stir and her nipples would slip out, no doubt. At least her back was covered, but that didn’t help the extremely defined outline of her buttcrack, both cheeks spilling out quite a bit. If she’d been in control of her body, Lisia would be red as could be, but she wasn’t.

She could hear Alaine chuckle as she inspected the outfit. “This will do nicely. I can already tell this party is going to be a lot of fun.” Thinking the embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, Lisia’s heart skipped a beat when she felt a hand going down her stomach. Without looking, Alaine was slipping a hand into her pants, gently brushing over her clit down to her entrance. Lisia heard herself moan, and she was too, though only in her head. Alaine seemed to be quite a tease though as she only briefly did this before zipping up the outfit. Putting on some high heels, she got ready to go again. On Lisia’s insistence, they brought a purse to leave in the car with phone, wallet, keys, etc. Even the short walk out onto the street to her car was painfully embarrassing, as her ass was still barely being contained.

The next three hours were considerably less enticing as she set up everything for the party. Even though there were some people there to help her out, most of them had on slutty outfits of their own, and Alaine didn’t want to mess around just yet, giving Lisia brief control of her body. By 9 PM everything was finally ready for the party. Lisia excused herself to go to the bathroom, for one final chat with Alaine.

“I want to set just a few ground rules.”

She could hear Alaine groan. “Fiiiine.”

“First of all, no sex.”

“I guess.”

“No full nudity.”

“Whatever you say.” Alaine sounded increasingly disinterested.

“And absolutely no crimes.”

“Yeah, yeah, come on, I can hear people arriving already.”

Lisia hesitated for a moment and then relaxed, giving control to Alaine. It didn’t take her even a moment to unzip the one-piece fully, bringing her back to that incredibly deep neckline from before. With that, Alaine exited the bathroom, and Lisia knew it was going to be a long night.

Surprisingly Alaine started out mild, simply teasing a few people around the party. This wasn’t exactly horrible as Lisia was partial to a bit of flirting herself, but Alaine was even more confident than she was. On several occasions she got people to blush so hard it was visible even in the shitty lighting. If it wasn’t with her body, Lisia probably would’ve been amongst them. If this was it, things weren’t going to be nearly as bad as she feared.

The first thing that really put her on edge happened about an hour in. Some people had been doing body shots, and Alaine decided to join in on the fun. She zipped up the one-piece and then placed a shot glass firmly in Lisia’s bosom. A clearly drunk college girl walked up to her with a dumb grin and didn’t hesitate for a moment to drink it, diving down to the shot glass. Lisia felt her face press against her breasts and shrieked in surprise, growing angry at Alaine. It wasn’t something she had banned her from doing, but it was still embarrassing nonetheless.

Once the girl had recovered the shot glass and pulled it out to empty, she tossed it aside and before Lisia could process it, she found her body kissing the very same girl. Not just a chaste kiss, but full on, with tongue. Admittedly it was turning her on a lot, but she wasn’t a big fan of kissing a drunk stranger at a party, much less as some people were looking on with lecherous eyes. Alain seemed to have sensed Lisia’s trepidation as she only went on for a few more seconds before separating and sending the girl on her way. Crisis avoided.

Alaine then spent the next hour or so drinking and on occasion making out with someone. Every kiss felt more sloppy than the last, and one guy even grabbed a handful of her ass, but nobody did anything truly untoward just yet. Lisia started feeling at ease, but she shouldn’t have been. From the corner of the room, she heard somebody yell out to ask if she wanted to play truth or dare, and of course Alaine happily said yes, even though she didn’t know what kind of game it was. The group happily explained.

“When it’s your turn you ask somebody to pick truth or dare, and then give them either a question to answer for truth or a thing to do for dare, depending on which they pick,” a muscular guy in a vampire getup explained.

“And you can’t pick truth more than three times in a row,” a girl in a catwoman costume chimed in.

The guy resumed his explanation: “And if you don’t want to do it, you’ve got to take a shot. And then after they’ve either done the thing or taken a shot, that person gets to do the same with the next person and so on.”

Alaine nodded eagerly with Lisia’s head. Lisia on the other hand felt her stomach turn. She knew what truth or dare during a party entailed, and it wasn’t going to be fun for her. Hopefully Alaine would just take shots when things got spicy, but she readied herself to maybe take back control, Alaine’s existence be damned. Things started rather tame. When it first became her turn, Alaine picked dare, of course, and the catwoman dared her to let a guy touch one of her breasts under her outfit. Alaine took a shot, much to Lisia’s relief but she sensed Alaine wasn’t too happy. When it eventually got back to her, Alaine picked truth this time and was asked when the last time she touched herself was. This time she didn’t hold back and answered with a smile:

“When I was getting dressed for the party. Only briefly though, cause I had to get here.” She chuckled as Lisia felt herself burn up with shame. The group of course found this amazing and laughed, calling her a naughty girl and a slut. Again she got some respite until it was back to Alaine to choose. Once again she picked dare.

“I dare you…to take your tits out for the rest of the game.”

Lisia figured Alaine would take a shot, but to her complete surprise, she felt Alaine reach up to the top of her one piece and begin slipping it off her shoulders. That was her final straw and she focused on pushing Alaine out but…found she couldn’t. Or she didn’t know how, perhaps? As much as she tried to will her body to not go on, her arm kept moving and before she knew it, both of her breasts came into view for everyone (all of them still dressed) to see. Other people had been prompted to strip, but so far nobody but a few men had agreed to strip and they only got naked on top, which was hardly anything new for anyone here. Lisia desperately tried to do anything, but was **** to sit there, stuck in her own body as her tits were in full view, everyone staring greedily at them. She called out to Alaine.

“Please…we agreed on no nudity…”

“Just be patient, I’ll be gone soon enough.” With that it was clear Alaine wasn’t going to give her control back until this was over. Lisia’s hand moved up and gently pulled on one of her nipples for everyone to see. After everyone was satisfied with the looks they had gotten, the game moved on. On occasion, Lisia saw somebody staring at her with lustful eyes. Whenever Alaine caught this too, she would wink at them and do something like squeeze a nipple or grope a breast.

Eventually it came back around to the possessed realtor once more and again she picked dare. Clearly people knew she was willing to go far, so it wasn’t entirely surprising when she was dared to get naked all together. Alaine looked at the girl who had dared her and smiled, reaching for her shot glass. Taking a shot, she immediately stood up and excused herself to the bathroom. What happened next, nobody would have expected, not even Lisia. In the secrecy of the bathroom, Alaine took the outfit off and then the only underwear they had put on, followed by putting the one-piece back on, leaving her naked slit to touch the inside of the leather spandex. Even though she had definitely gotten wet, it wouldn’t be visible save for the stain on her panties.

Exiting the bathroom, Alaine tossed said panties into the middle of the circle with a grin before sitting back down. Clearly people were getting very horny as dares got crazier and crazier, though nobody was even asked to strip. All of it was things like kiss this person, fondle them, etc. Eventually Alain was up once more, but to everyone’s surprise, including Lisia’s, she picked truth. It took a moment before a question was asked as everyone was left stunned.

“Uhm…” the woman in the catwoman outfit was left stunned and looked at the rest of the group for an idea until somebody chimed in and asked: “”How badly do you want to get naked?”

Everyone looked over at who it was. The question had come from seemingly nowhere. Nobody could place who the question came from, but Lisia had realised it was a little ghostly trick from Alaine. She quickly shifted everyone’s attention back to her as she spoke in as alluring a voice as she could and said: “Badly.”

The entire group grinned and several people encouraged to do so already, but Alaine shook her head. They’d have to ask her to, obviously. The rest of this round went by incredibly quickly as everyone picked truth and lame questions, eager to get back to Lisia’s possessed and topless body. As expected, she picked dare, and without hesitation the dare was asked:

“Get on that table, strip and show us all that amazing body.”

Alaine didn’t need to think twice. Getting up, she cleared the table that was mentioned and lay down, kicking off the heels as she lay down on her back. Lisia wanted to just close her eyes and not look, but she couldn’t, as it wasn’t her decision to experience this. Her body was lying on that table for everyone to see, and soon they’d see every inch of it. Everyone gathered around the table, various people starting to get handsy as they felt each other up, but nobody was ready to go ahead yet.

Rather than strip right then and there, Lisia would be embarrassed even further as her body gestured at the catwoman lady who had dared her all these times and got her in close to whisper into her ear: “Why don’t you take it off for me?”

She didn’t need to ask twice as the woman immediately got onto her knees between Lisia’s legs. Her black curls poked out just barely above her stomach, nestled between her chest, which was softly flattened out due to gravity. Two cold, dark hands gently grasped her outfit around her waist as Alaine lifted Lisia’s hips into the air, allowing the leather to slip off easily. For a moment she kept her legs closed before opening them wide for everyone, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic hair, slit and an eager clit.

Lisia was glad, just in the back of her mind, that she wasn’t truly in control. Alas, as she thought this, she heard Alain’s voice in her head, fading. “Ah, my time is up it seems. Thank you so much Lisia. As a reward, let me tell you this: under the third step of the stairs is a little thank you gift.”

With that, she felt her body’s control being given back to her. To everyone around her, it seemed like she had passed out or fallen asleep, as they were all standing over her, concerned. Lisia slowly opened her eyes, a bit woozy and disoriented. Gently she propped herself up on her arms to look down, going pale as she found herself still naked, and the gorgeous catwoman still kneeling between her legs. For a moment she seemed concerned but seeing Lisia lock eyes with her, she shifted to instead look for some sort of confirmation. Immediately Lisia knew what for and going completely red for embarrassment, she lost control of herself and nodded.

The woman’s tongue gently reached out to her slit and the moment it touched, Lisia let out a powerful groan of pleasure. Opening her eyes as she lay down, she saw everyone looking at her, but she was too far into this to stop now. She felt the tongue enter her as a thumb ran over her nub, sending shocks of pleasure down her body. Behind her she heard people shift around and before she knew it, a cock landed squarely on her face. This wasn’t her first time for either of these things, but while being watched by a large crowd of partygoers was something else.

Her mind was blanking as the cock slid down her face and slowly into her mouth. At the same time, her pussy was being eaten out more vigorously than ever. Lisia lost herself in the pleasure as people watched the show, taking videos and pictures of her being throat fucked. It wasn’t long before she felt a first orgasm coming up. Grabbing onto the dark curls over her pussy, she held them there and came hard, her body shaking hard. Not soon after a load of cum was unloaded down her throat. When she let go of the curls, the catwoman stood up and gave her a wink and a smile. Her place was quickly taken by somebody else as she saw a guy dressed as superman step up, his cock hanging out of his outfit and ready to go.

Lisia briefly sat herself up and wanted to ask him to put on a condom but her horny brain interjected as she instead turned herself around, getting on all fours for him. The guy seemed to take this as a sign and moments later, Lisia felt his cock slide against the outside of her slit before pushing into her ass. She screamed out in pleasure as her breasts hung underneath her. All of the eyes on her were mesmerising and she only felt more inclined to put on a show. And put on a show she did.

Lisia reached one arm out behind her and the guy understood, grabbing it, followed by the other one, leaving her to hang off him as he pushed into her ass. His cock reached every deepest part of her and Lisia felt grateful for what Alaine had done, but also wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow morning, but she couldn’t worry too much about it. As in mentally couldn’t as her mind blanked. Her ass was filled up quickly as the guy unloaded in there but also pulled out to cover her back. The rest of the evening was a blur for her, but all she remembers is how amazing it felt.

Lisia finally stirred from her slumber by a hand grabbing her leg and shaking it. Woozy and hungover, she slowly opened her eyes and saw a vague shape standing there. Her ears woke up first and she heard a familiar voice with a heavy Spanish accent. Rubbing her eyes, she finally could make out a face, it was the gardener she had hired.

“Miss Lisia, are you okay?”

He sounded concerned, but Lisia nodded as she stretched her arms. The gardener walked away, looking concerned. She wasn’t sure why until she stood up and felt her tits and ass jiggle gently. Looking down, she was still completely naked, cum dripping from various places on her body, save from her cunt, but including her ass. Then she realised he just found her like this. Despite last night, she was now sober and no longer horny as could be and felt the shame hit her hard.

Lisia spent the next hour washing herself in the mansion’s bathroom. She didn’t exactly have an outfit so just wrapped a towel around her body for now. As she tried to recall the events from last night, she remembered Alaine’s final words. Right, the stairs. In a towel, she hurried downstairs and found the step she had talked about. And as she said, there was a wooden box under there, surprisingly without a lick of dust. Grabbing it from its hiding spot and putting it on the table, she opened it up. From the shock, her towel dropped to the floor.

Inside were about eight bars of gold, fairly pure bars too, along with a document, a will:

“From Alaine Merryweather,

It is with this letter that I bequeath my estate to Lisia Merryweather, my distant cousin and last living relative. May she live a happy and free life.”

A smile formed on her face as she read the letter, a brief sensation of a hand on the small of her back making her feel nice and warm.