Trixie’s shapely female arms flailed over her head as she tried to find the VR cables to disconnect the helmet she knew she was wearing in the real world.
‘Wait a minute,’ she thought. ‘The girl at the entrance said to make an imaginary door or press the red reset button!’
Looking around in the hallway she couldn’t find a red button so she imagined a door and reached out to grab the handle. She could feel something firm in her hand but when she tried to open it it seemed stuck. She tugged with all her might but it didn’t seem to open.
She eventually gave up. Several people moving through the hallway had given her a ‘look’ and she figured that she should get out of the hall at least until she could figure out what to do. The though of pounding on the witch’s door had crossed her mind but she figured that it might not be a good time to piss of the witch even more.
Bending down to pick up the purse to see if it had anything useful in it she found a small amount of money, cigarettes, a key to a hotel room (Not this hotel), some condoms, and tons of makeup that she strangely knew what each piece was and how to use it. She quickly gathered it all back up into her purse and tottered off down the hallway. She found that if she let her body flow as it wanted she could walk in the high heels much easier, but she really didn’t like the was it made her ass sway.
Downstairs she found a small bar and decided that that would be a good place to mull over her predicament. There were only three or four other people in the bar and they seemed to be paying attention to each other to her relief. She pulled out a bar stool, sat down, and ordered a drink. The bartender eyed her but didn’t say anything as he handed her her drink. She sat there sipping her drink and thinking. How the hell did Jim wind up on that hill top anyway? Was this all just a dream, or was there a bigger conspiracy going on that she didn’t know anything about? She reached over and pinched herself just to check. She found out on thing for certain, those inch long fingernails hurt! Maybe it wasn’t a dream?
She sat her purse up on the bar and began looking carefully through it for anything she might have missed. Seeing her lay the cigarettes out on the bar and continue to rifle through her purse the bartender assumed she lost her lighter.
“Need a light?” He asked as he pulled his lighter out of his pocket.
She looked at the pack and noticed she did have a slight craving she quickly realized was for a cigarette.
“Sure.” She said as she pulled one from the pack. It wasn’t like it was going to kill her or anything. This was just a simulation. She placed the long Marlboro 100 between her painted lips and accepted the light from the bartender. She could feel some of the tension leave her body as she released a long thick plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
“Thanks.” She told him as he smiled and moved back down the bar. She, for the first time, noticed how sensuous her voice sounded. As a matter of fact, as she looked across the bar into the large mirror, this whole body was quite a package!
Her hair was in a big curly high maintenance style that was obviously colored and permed but looked very nice. As she moved her head she could feel it swishing back and forth about halfway down her back.
Her face, although heavily made up like a whore, was pleasant and she had full lips that, if she wasn’t in the body, would look wonderful wrapped around his cock.
The thing that interested her most though was her tits. They were big and firm, just like Jim liked them. She found herself wondering if they were fake or real. If Jim had seen them on a woman walking down the street he would have swore they were implants.
‘Yep, I’d fuck this body!’ She concluded.
“And just why aren’t you out working Trixie?” A very annoyed voice off to her side asked.
She turned to see the witch and another woman standing next to her.
“Is this the pig you were telling me about?” The other woman asked.
“Yes, it is.” The witch said angrily. “Now answer me girl!”
“Look,” She replied in a hushed tone. “I’m not a whore. I’m not even a girl! I said I was sorry, why don’t you just turn me back to normal and leave me alone!”
“Hey, she let you off easy!” The other woman said. “If it had been me I would have turned you into a real pig and had you slaughtered… painfully!”
“Calm down Gloria, I think our little whore here just needs some more incentive.” She said with a wicked smile.
She waved her hand and Trixie’s mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of cock. Big cocks, small cocks, cocks of all colors and sizes, and it was making her wet between her legs.
“Now, I would suggest that you get out there and get to work, whore, for at least tonight and tomorrow night.” She told her calmly. “If you’re not out on the streets within the hour I will just have to give you some stronger incentives! And your punishment will be stretched to a month!”
Trixie quickly got to her feet and hurried out of the hotel just to get away from the witch. She came across one man who was checking her out as she left and found her own eyes wandering down to the slight bulge in his pants.
Once she made it outside she saw that it was dusk. The mansion/hotel sat right on the edge of a residential area and a lower class business district. About six blocks down she could make out a neon sign that said ‘Stardust Motel’. That was the name on the motel key in her purse.
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