Rick was pissed, and was about to turn Emily's awareness off before leaving her as some asian slut forever, but he suddenly found that he could not move. He tried to move his arm but it wouldn't budge. He soon realized that it wasn't that he couldn't move, but that his body was on autopilot as a car slowly drove by them.
"Hey chico" Rick found his sexy new voice speaking on its own. "Care for a fun night wit dees?" He asked, hunching over and shaking his massive boobs seductively.
"As if." Emily found herself biting in. "A big man wike you wit your huge cock want to plow these cheeks? Yes?" She said spreading her massive butt, revealing to the man in the car that she was no longer wearing panties.
"Nah, I don't want no ethnic food." He laughed before driving off.
Both were making pouty faces until he could no longer see them, and suddenly Rick and Emily were in control of their bodies once more.
"What the hell?" Rick gasped.
"It must be another awareness setting." Emily guessed. "I don't think it let us be us when people around. Quick fix it!"
"Hey I will!" Rick snapped. "But don't think You're out of the b-" He started to yell before another, nicer car pulled around. The window rolled down to reveal a handsome looking white man in his late 40s.
"Hey hey hey." He said with a small growl. "How're my two favorite sluts?"
"Hey daddy." Both Emily and Rick found themselves saying as they internally cringed.
"Come one Emiko and Rita, my wife and son are gonna be gone till tomorrow, so we can have a fun night." He said as he opened his side door.
Emily and Rick had no choice but to watch helplessly as their bodies hoped into the man's car. The ride was filled with sexual references, most of which made Emily and Rick want to barf just thinking about. They finally arrived, and both were astonished at the view they had. They asked into a massive mansion, bigger than anything they could ever afford.
"Francesca, be a dear and go make me a meal please." The man asked a meek french maid who blushed at seeing "Rita" and "Emiko" before running off. "Yes Mr. Joe." She said as she left.
Joe turned to greet his two whores, and was going to ask them if they wanted lunch when he spotted the camera. "What's that you got there Rita?" He asked.
Rick wanted to tell him to fuck off but his lips betrayed him.
"Oh this thing? No idea. Thought it'd be good to bash away some of the meth heads."
"Well it looks nice, mind if I keep it for now and let you know how much it is later?" He asked.
"Sure." Rick was forced to say, watching in horror as he placed the camera on the dining room table.
"Now, shall we?" Joe gestured, and Emily and Rick strutted right behind the man. Both were not happy at what was to come.