On the trip back to Ken's house, the magic that had spread from Hannah's bra to her clothes began seeping into her mind. Her hurried, clumsy pace became more fluid and steady, as her heels felt more natural. When she noticed a half-smoked cigarette in her hand, a brief thought of "I don't smoke!" flashed across her mind, but she knew she had been smoking for years. When she reached Ken's door, she took a slow, deliberate drag from it, and carefully ground it out with her stilettos. She pressed the doorbell, taking great care not to break off her press-on nails.
Ken stared at the 0002 prompt before him, pondering his next entry. The ring of the doorbell broke him out of his concentration. When he answered it, he wasn't sure what to make of the trashy sight before him. He was sure he hadn't called for a hooker, and Halloween was months away. "Uh, Can I help you?" he finally asked.
She began to say "I'm here to help you, sugar", but her real personality fought its way to the surface. "Kenny, something's wrong with me, baby" she said with an odd mix of sultriness and fear.
It finally dawned on Ken who he was looking at. She looked radically different than she did just a few minutes ago. Different, but damn sexy. "Hannah! Get in here!"
As she passed Ken on her way in, she deliberately brushed his crotch with her perfectly round ass. She swaggered straight to his room, sat on his bed, and leaned back on her elbows. When he entered the room, she slowly spread her legs apart, and licked her lips seductively. The hooker personality was now firmly in control, and she was here to turn a trick. "I don't got all night, honey. Let's do this!" she said impatiently.
So Ken...
Sat Mar 15 00:49:26 2008