The room was hazy, but an imposing figure was situated very clearly cross legged in a chair of her own opposite the entrance you had just been forced through.
“So what’s the detail with this one, Beth?” she commanded, an accent on her lips both powerful and yet bored.
“Just about average in every way. Background is pretty tame, you’ll find the details easy when you get in the mind. No health conditions … or STDs. Oh he does have a cute little birthmark down there, I know you wanted one with that.” Beth gruffly recounted, rote but not dispassionate.
“Oh you spoil me, darling” the woman purred leaning forward. She was certainly an older woman but not that old - middle aged, Persian, well taken care of with long nails and a refined cross legged poise. What on earth did she want with you? A boy toy?
“Anything for one of my best returning customers. You mind if I leave you to it?”
“Oh not going to stay and watch?”
“Sorry love, another room are looking for a machine and somebody has to move it on the down low before management notices. But maybe when you get settled in …”
“It’s a date” the woman before you gazed longingly past you as the door closed. You were alone with her now.
——————
She was looking at you up and down shamelessly, a hunger barely hiding behind smoky makeup eyes. Giggling to her thoughts as her hands fondled her current body.
You gulped.
“Oh don’t be frightened. I’m not going to hurt you! In fact, we might be having a lot of fun together. You’ll be my first after all and I love an excuse to celebrate.”
“Uh … I’m not sure I follow miss …”
She tutted and placed a finger on your lips.
“Oh dear, those lips shouldn’t be moving until I tell them to. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that. At least I’ll sound good.”
You tried moving but it seems you were bound by something from the chair - Beth must have restrained you while holding you with her many hands! Oh no ...
“Oh don’t struggle so much. We haven’t even started yet!” she casually mocked, not necessarily with malice but with almost a sort of relaxed vibe.
“Look ma’am, just tell me what you want and I’ll … help … or something… you don’t need to have me strapped like this”
She paused.
“Oh you’ll help? Lovely!”
She sauntered inches from your face, and looked you in the eyes with her piercing brown gaze. As you stared closer, you started to notice deeper behind the color in the galaxy of her iris there was a flicker and a swirl of something pink.
“Then you can help by being patient. I’ve done this a few times in the last hundred years, but with a man well … I will enjoy the novelty!”
Her hands began gently stroking along your arms, palming around you and feeling up your muscles before teasingly moving lower … and moving off to browse a shelf stacked with lotions and odd devices.
“Just tell me please!” You begged.
She turned around hands on hips, her playfulness giving way to a moment of irritation.
“You are no fun! I’ll make it simple - I like to mix things up. I’m looking for a new body. So … I’m going to take yours for a little while. And I think I know just how …” she taunted, reaching on tiptoes for something in particular …