Donnie pushes Tammra roughly against the wall gun at the ready quickly he scans the corridor then slams the door
only then does realise who he is holding.
"Damn Tammy I hardly recognised you in that outfit." he growls letting her go "Your're lucky I didn't plug you."
"Aww come on big guy don't be sore" she says her voice cajoling "I wore this getup for you. I know how much
you've always wanted to fuck one of those snooty up town bitches. What do you say, one last fantasy before
you skip town?"
Donnie doesn't need to be asked twice he runs his hands over the smooth fabric of her conservative
skirt suit feeling the the soft curves of her body underneath.
"Oh no" she gasps getting into character "I couldn't possibly, I have a very important meeting to attend.
Unhand me this instant."
Donnie grins, Tammra always did know how to push his buttons, ignoring her phony protestes and
threats to sue he scoops her up and carrys her to the bed. He takes his time stripping off her clothes
not caring if they get a little torn in the process. He rips off her jacket and blouse sending buttons
flying across the room in pulling down her tight skirt and tearing apart the thin lace of her bra and
panties making her sqeal and moan in a most delightful way. He stops for a moment to removing
his own clothing and to admire Tammra's body as she writhes on the bed in just her stockings and high
heels.
"Damn that's some fine piece of ass." He mutters to himself thinking how much hotter this bombshell is than
the skinny whores he usually fucks.
He gets her to kneel on the bed and squeeze his cock between her large firm breast, as he thrusts
between them she takes the tip in her her mouth expertly teasing him with her full lips and quick tongue
until he can't take any more. He flips her over onto all four and starts fucking her hot and ready pussy.
He pounds her hard switching between pulling her long blonde hair and slapping her round peach of an ass
making her moan and gasp. As his climax approaches Donnie starts to feel weird, dislocated, like he's floating
outside himself, he trys to say something to stop but before he can do anything he and Tammra are moving
in sync and he is cuming harder than he ever has in his life. The room spins around him the ring burns on
his finger as his orgasm goes on and on until everything goes black.
When he comes back to his senses he is kneeling on the bed feeling very very weird. He looks around trying
to get his bearings and sees a large naked man kneeling on the bed behind him his hads on Donny's his hips
and his crotch press up against his backside with a look of utter horror on his face. For a long moment his brain
refuses to process what he is seeing until with a shock of recognition he realises he is looking back at himself.
"But if he's me" he thinks through a haze of confusion "then I must be..."
His train of thought is interrupted by a hulking mob goon in an ill fitting suit smashing in the door.
"Games up Manetti." He says pulling a .38 revolver "This is from the Boss ya fink!"
Three bullets smash into Donny Manetti's broad chest sending him sprawling onto the floor while
Donny's mind can only cower on the bed trapped in the fragile body of Tammra the hooker. The heavy
closes in on Donny a nasty leer on his face. Donny doesn't have time to be afraid or think about his
new body or even make a plan reacting purely on instinct, he...