Night at the Royale

Former child star Peyton List stood on the balcony of a hotel room on the fourteenth floor, naked and bent over the railing, staring down at the pool below. Behind her, Idris Elba grunted as he drove his cock into her tight ass.

The actress, known for her roles in Jessie and Cobra Kai, frantically rubbed her pussy as one of Hollywood's leading African American men destroyed her backdoor. She moaned loudly, which drew a cheer from a couple watching from the neighboring balcony.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Elba said.

"Me too," List moaned.

Peyton List climaxed and squirted all over the railing and balcony floor, just as Elba gripped her hips and came deep inside of her ass.

Early the next morning, Peyton List blinked and then opened her eyes, not in the lavish hotel room she had fallen asleep in after a night of wild unprotected sex, but in a room that looked more like a doctor's exam room. She reached up to touch her forehead, and found that her small, feminine hands had been replaced by big, meaty masculine hands. A tungsten weeding ring shined on her ring finger.

"Welcome back, Mr. Jones," a voice said.

A man in scrubs appeared in front of him and shined a flashlight in first one eye and then the other. He then ran down a list of personal questions about a portly, middle aged banker named Adam Jones. At first the answers came slowly, but soon things began to clear up. Things began to make more sense.

By the end of the list, Peyton List was just a memory and Adam Jones had returned to his senses. He had just paid a small fortune to spend the night having hot sex as the young actress, and in the morning light he had no regrets.

"Transition is successful and complete," the other man said. "You might remain a bit groggy for the next fifteen minutes or so, but then everything will be back to normal."

Jones stepped out of the room and into the hallway just as an equally portly middle aged woman stepped from the doorway across the hall. She had an ample bosom and wide ass. She smiled at him.

"Hi, Peyton," she said.

"Good morning, Mr. Elba," he said as he took the hand of his wife of twenty-five years. Together they walked towards the lobby.

"Welcome to the Hotel Royale, where your fantasy is our number one goal," the host said. "We have an expansive list of celebrity avatars in our collection, as well as a variety of non-famous avatars that come in all shapes and sizes. Male, female, shemale, non-binary...whatever you like. Fat, skinny, black, white....

"And rest assured, here at the Royale, we aren't selling cheap imitation virtual reality. All of our avatars are flesh and blood. You will experience everything as that avatar would because for the night, you will be that avatar.

"So, how can I help you today? How many on your reservation? Do you have an avatar preference?"