Swappers Chapter nine (Patreon)

Jessica drank her coffee, her eyes cast downward as they sat outside on the terrace. Justin had cried himself to sleep, and woken early, desperate to get past this. He’d called Jessica who came over right away.

Dawn blushed the sky, making the ocean waves far below slightly tinged with pink. Justin’s stomach tumbled. He hadn’t been able to eat a thing, he smoked and drank coffee, tapping the ash into the e-tray hidden in the arm of the chair.

“So, what can you do?” Justin said, after finishing the story.

Jessica winced, sipping her coffee.

“I have a feeling you are about to tell me nothing.”

Jessica shook her head, setting her coffee mug down. She closed her eyes.

“Mindy does owe a great deal of money to Leo Radikal. She took a loan three years ago to purchase this Penthouse, start her production company, and a variety of other things.”

“Holy shit.” Justin nearly choked. “How much money did she borrow?”

Jessica shrugged. “Well, that’s the thing. She borrowed some, then paid back a little, but borrowed some more, paid a little back, and borrowed a great deal more. At this point, I think she owes Leo several million dollars.”drs.”

“What the fuck is she doing swapping with me, if she owes that kind of cash to a man like him?”

“Well, I think she figured if she didn’t meet her daughter now, while you were taking the time off for the procedure, she’d never get the chance. In order to seriously make headway against the high interest on that loan, Mindy is not only going to have to produce several projects she’s going to have to take anything she possibly can and be on her back for years. It’s what she originally planned this quarter but fell into such a depression when thinking about it, I suggested the swap.”

Justin stared at her. “You suggested it?”

“Of course.” She sighed, setting her cup down. “She’s the talent. When her heart isn’t in her…performance it can be noticed. You see this, don’t you?”

Justin nodded, heart sinking. Of course, he saw it. That kind of debt for anyone would feel almost insurmountable and owe it to that creep—

“Why did she take it in the first place? It doesn’t appear like she needed the funds. I mean, this place must cost a fortune every month.”

Jessica nodded. “It’s the persona. You can’t be an ultra-rich movie mogul in this town unless you can act the part. Believe me, I’ve spoken to her about this as well. When she’s producing, she does make an awful lot of income, it’s just lately that things got to a point where there were diminishing returns.”

Justin stood up and walked to the pool. He was wearing a bikini with a wrap-around. He took off the wrap and flipped his stilettos to the side and descended into the pool. “So, what is to be done then?”

Jessica also walked to the pool. She sat and put her feet on the top step. “Mindy does have an account with some funds. I can put together what I can from that and make a payment to Leo.”

“I’m sure he’ll be calling you today.”

She nodded. “I’ve spoken with him before.”

Justin shivered. He felt his pulse quickening, strangely, his stomach doing little flip flops as he thought about how the guy had wound Justin’s hair into his fist, pulling back his head…’I hope you can’t come up with the money, slut. Then you will be mine.’

Then his thoughts turned to Stephen. His soft touch, his smiling eyes. They had danced in Paris, walked, laughed. He had the most adorable tattoo on the back of his knee, a little spider monkey.

“I wonder if I could get a loan from Stephen to pay off Leo,” Justin said softly.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. “You think he would respond to that?”

Justin shrugged. “Never hurts to ask, I guess. I’d feel a lot better knowing Mindy is beholden to Stephen than that creep Leo.”

“He’d probably require a stake in Mindy’s production company, though.”

“Would that be a bad thing? Isn’t that kinda what you and she wanted? To go into business with him?”

“Joint venture projects, yes. But a full partnership based on a single weekend alone with you…well. I think it’s a hopeful scenario at best.”

Justin smiled. “I have a way of making him squirm though.”

Jessica put her head back and laughed, her eyes dancing merrily. “I bet you do!”

“Come to me, my darling. Let me make you squirm.” Justin said, holding his arms out to her.

Jessica blushed and did.

***

“So, what’s the plan?” Jessica asked later after they had showered together.

Justin stepped into a slinky yellow dress and pulled it up over his slim form. The dress looked like something a child would wear. He stared up at Jessica. “How do I look?”

Jessica beamed, smiling softly, and leaned down to kiss him.

“Lovely, my petite mon cher.”

“Stephen picks me up in an hour. We have dinner, we have dancing, we have…other things. Then tomorrow I speak to him about Leo.”

“You don’t think he’ll see you as a high-class gold digger?”

Justin shrugged. “It’s my…I mean, Mindy’s only real shot. I can’t bear to think of what would happen to me…er, her if Leo is left unpaid.”

Jessica nodded and shivered. “Well, I think she is in good hands. Shall we let her know our plan?”

I nodded and picked up my mobile phone. Luckily, I knew Michelle’s info.

“Hello darling,” Michelle’s voice said in Mindy’s accent.

“Hello, Mindy,” Justin sat down. “Jessica and I have put together something of a plan for Leo and I—”

“I can’t really speak right now.”

“Well, I wanted to—”

Michelle’s voice panted softly. “Look, I’m sure whatever…plan…you might…have…oh my god…”

Justin laughed softly. “I see.”

“Do what you feel is right…Mindy,” Mindy said into the receiver.

“Look, I’m sure you are very busy at the moment, Mindy, but—”

“Darling, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m no longer…Mindy…at all, you…Oh my God…Justin…yes, just like…” she squealed, and the line fell silent.

Justin felt his face turn red.

“I take it that didn’t go well,” Jessica said.

“She was fucking my wife.”

Jessica giggled. “Well, we were just—”

“I know. She also called me Mindy and said whatever plan I might…and then I think she came.”

Jessica nodded. “I think you have your answer then.”

Justin sighed, wrapping his arms around Jessica. The top of his head barely came up to her chin now, and he felt very small and fragile in her arms.

“Call Stephen and set it up. Doing something with him is better than doing nothing and facing Leo next week.”

“I agree,” Jessica said.

As Jessica made the arrangements, Justin stared at himself in the mirror.

I am Mindy McTavish. He thought to himself, holding his arms out. His cleavage plunged deeply into the chemise, which was almost transparent on his smooth tan skin. He only had seven days left on the swap. Seven days to be Mindy, luscious, petite, gorgeous.

His stomach quivered, thinking of Leo. His fingers came up through his long, tangled curls, pulling them back like Leo had, sending quivers up his thighs. “I hope you can’t make the payment, slut.” He felt his cheeks flush at the thought.

No, he thought. I won’t give in to those feelings. I won’t give in to being Mindy, I am Justin, and I am in someone else’s body for the next seven days.

He could do seven days. Seven days, and he’d be back to being himself. Seven days and he’d be the one fucking Michelle, and with all the newfound knowledge that he had learned from being Mindy.

That thought made him smile.

***

Later that afternoon, Stephen arrived. Justin had his hair arranged in a loose updo, the curls flowing down his bare back and over his tiny shoulders. He stepped to the door, checking his makeup one final time. Everything was perfect. He plastered a smile on his painted lips and opened the door.

“Hey Handsome!” he said, in the syrupy helium voice.

Stephen’s eyes widened as his gaze lowered to Justin’s reduced form. 

“Oh my God!” he said in a soft voice.

Justin held out his hands, doing a little pirouette in the doorway. He wore the slinky golden dress with matching bracelets, necklace, and hoop earrings that touched his shoulders. He’d bathed, spritzed, sprayed, and knew he looked like a million bucks. 

“You like?”

Stephen put a hand up to his mouth, regarding him critically. “It is certainly…different.”

“I know, baby. But it’s still me inside here.”

He gave Justin a smile and knelt to gather him in his arms. “If this brings you joy, then I am all for it.”

Justin scampered into his embrace, pressing his body to him tightly, his nipples already hard, already wet between his legs.

And I am supposedly NOT Mindy.

Stephen pressed his mouth to Jus…to Mindy’s mouth, tongue sliding between her teeth, lifting her up into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

Mindy gave herself to the kiss, feeling her passion rise, breath hot as she allowed her tongue to dart in and out of his mouth, her fingers slipping under his shirt, tracing his muscles with her long nails.

He carried her as he would a child, whisking her to the back bedroom, the immense bed, and laying her down. His desire tore the dress from her body, exposing her heaving breasts as he pressed down on her tiny form, parting her legs.

Mindy panted, rising up to his mouth, her fingers finding his fly by instinct, releasing it, her tiny fingers wrapping around his thick cock. “Oooooh yes!” she said, her helium voice sounding soft and high and light in his ear.

He growled. “God that voice of yours. Call me Daddy.”

“I need that cock inside me, Daddy,” Mindy said, her legs spreading wide as she stroked his thick cock.

“That a girl,” he said, his voice rasping in his throat. “Daddy wants to fuck you, babygirl.”

Moaning, Mindy pulled his pants, down. She pulled him down on top of her, feeling his huge body weigh her down as the tip of his cock pressed into her sopping wet cunt.

“Oooh yes, Daddy, fuck your babygirl!” she squealed as he rammed deep into her, spreading her suddenly and causing a bit of pain. 

She didn’t care. Pivoting her hips, she lifted her pelvis up, taking his cock as deep as she could, feeling it impale her, dividing her. Heat flowed up her body, from her thighs to her pelvis and up through her breasts, and into her head. She felt like her skin was on fire from his weight, his cock as it speared into her again and again.

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes!” she said, her voice so light and high she wondered if he could even hear it.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him deeper into her. She began kissing his chest as he thrust, moaning, writhing underneath him. Justin didn’t exist, just Mindy, the tiny sweet little bimbo who loved being fucked by her BigDaddy.

Panting, grunting, Stephen thrust faster and deeper into her. He put a huge hand on her shoulder, the other on her breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger and massaging it in time with his thrusts.

“Ohh, good girl.” He said as she moved beneath him. “Daddy loves fucking his babygirl and could do it all night long.”

Faster and faster, he thrust into her, panting, grunting as Mindy bucked her hips to meet his. Together they came, her squealing, him roaring as his cock exploded inside her. Mindy felt her own orgasm flood through her, shaking and clenching, wrapping herself tight, trying to mold her flesh to his as the spasms flowed around and through her. 

He collapsed onto the bed, turning her to face him, cock still twitching inside her sopping wet cunt.

She snuggled up to him, smiling and caressing his face.

“Jesus, baby,” he said, still panting. “That was something.”

She giggled. “I take it my new body meets with your approval.”

He pulled her into his strong arms. “It’s a bit…unusual, I must say, but that was so erotic and hot I couldn’t contain myself.”

She giggled and kissed his mouth. “Mmmm there’s more where that came from.”

“Jesus, did they up your libido when they reduced that body?”

“No, you just drive me wild, BigDaddy.” Mindy said, grinning and running her finger down his chest. She took his cock in her hand, milking it.

“I love it when you call me that. Especially with that voice.”

Mindy kissed his chest with her warm wet mouth. “And Babygirl…” kiss kiss “loves it” kiss kiss “when” kiss kiss

She worked her way down kissing his stomach. “BigDaddy…”

Kiss kiss “Cums…”

She took the tip of his cock in her mouth. It was swelling again, gaining girth and depth. “In Babygirl’s…”

She licked his cock, tasting the salty stickiness of his spunk. Justin would have cringed at the thought.

Mindy considered it a popsicle. Wait, a COCKsicle.

Opening her jaw, she let it unhinge, a previous improvement to her anatomy, and took his full girth all the way to the back of her throat. She purred, letting it slide back out of her mouth with a pop.

“Mouth,” she said, licking and slurping him again.

Stephen groaned in response.

Mindy closed her eyes, really going to work now, stroking and tickling his scrotum, licking and slurping. She gave in to the moment, pleasuring a man, her man, at least for right now, in place and time. He was hers, and she was his and all was right with the world.

“Ohh Christ, Babygirl. You better…stop…or”

Mindy gave a giggle, licking and sucking in earnest. She felt him thicken, inhaling, and knew what was coming.

He came in her mouth, a salty flood that filled her mouth at first, but she let it slide down her throat, licking him clean.

“FUCKKKKK!” He moaned, putting his head back.

She released him then, sliding up into his arms.

“Holy fuck, babe, that was intense.”

“Am glad you liked it.” She smiled up into his eyes, careful not to breathe too heavy on him, most guys didn’t like that.

He leaned down, kissing her full on the mouth, tongue pressing in deeply.

“Mmmm, I love to taste myself on your tongue.”

She giggled. “I’ll remember that.”

They snuggled for awhile, then Mindy made them some sandwiches. She returned to the room with them and some fruit on a tray and proceeded to feed Stephen.

“So…” Stephen said, sometime later. “What was this all about.”

“I’m sorry?”

He laughed, gathering her into his arms. “Look, I know you’re fond of me, and we had an amazing time in Paris, but this kind of came out of the blue.”

She pouted a bit, folding her arms.

“It’s not that I don’t care for you, I do, I just wonder what all this…” he indicated the food, and her naked form, “is for.”

“I was going to wait until tomorrow to ask you.”

He gave her a smile, and a kiss on the forehead. “Ask.”

She looked at him and in her sweetest voice said: “Can I borrow some money?”

His face fell a bit. “Like, how much are we talking?”

She shrugged. “A lot. Jessica knows the true amount.”

“You’re a successful producer in a lucrative industry. How could you need money? I mean, look at this place.”

“I know.” She sighed, gathering up the tray and the remains of their meal. “It’s…complicated.”

“Tell me.”

She shrugged. “I owe some money to someone.”

“Define ‘someone.’”

She shrugged. “Leo Radikal?”

Jeffrey stood up from the bed, a thunderous look on his face. “Leo? Holy shit! You owe money to that animal?”

She nodded, feeling tears bite her eyes.

“How much are we talking about?”

She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Several…million?”

Stephen sat down, hard, in an armchair next to her vanity. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I know!” she ran to him, kneeling, taking his hand. “I’m horrible, terrible, but it was only a small amount and then it kinda grew, and…got away from me.”

Stephen looked at her, his hand stroking her hair softly.

“I thought since I had been reduced and was going to be going full at the industry both producing and acting, it might assuage his expectations.”

Stephen nodded. “But it didn’t.”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“So, what do you expect to do?”

Mindy swallowed. “Well, I thought if you paid off the debt, you and I could go into business together.”

Stephen got up and walked to the window leaving her kneeling next to the chair. He stared out at the setting sun, the light casting shadows on half his face. 

“So will you help me?”

He stared out at the ocean for awhile. A long while. Shadows crept through the penthouse, and the automatic lighting turned up slowly.

Mindy…Justin had never felt so exposed. He’d pinned his hopes on this working out, but Stephen’s reluctance worried him greatly. Something had happened that afternoon, Justin has sorta ceased to exist and Mindy had really taken over. He had still been Justin, but as a passenger, someone else behind lovely eyes, watching as Mindy took over the body and performed the necessary actions. It was so easy to become Mindy, to not fight it, to give in.

“I really wish you hadn't asked me,” Stephen said, startling Justin with his low but commanding voice.

“Why?” Justin said.

He walked over to Justin and placed a hand on his hair, running it through his fingers as he spoke.

“You see, I know Leo. We’ve done business together. You can’t make the kind of money I make and not get your hands dirty or have someone willing to get their hands dirty.”

Justin nodded, tears again biting his eyes. He was going to say no.

“I’ve been standing here, trying to think a way around this, but unfortunately, I don’t have one. And it’s regrettable to me because I’ve grown so fond of you over the past two interactions we’ve had, and I was hoping to have more.”

“We can have more, baby. This was just a business—”

“No, we can’t.” Stephen said with emphasis.

“I’ll come up with some other way to pay him. It’s not a big deal, baby, I didn’t mean for it to ruin—”

“It’s quite ruined everything, my dear.” He began picking up his clothes and started putting them back on. “We can never have any business dealings, we can never be together personally, in fact for me to continue even a moment further with you risks commitments you can’t even imagine.”

Justin’s heart fell. Well, he’d tried. Mindy would just have to work something out with Leo was all. At least this wasn’t his life, not past a week from now. He could rest easy knowing he’d—

Stephen turned. “I also happen to know you aren’t the real Mindy. Are you?”

Justin felt his stomach tumble down into his shoes. “Umm…”

He put a finger to Justin’s lips. “It’s okay. I know of Mindy’s past swapping, so when you became so ardent, well…I put two and two together. She also knows I have had past dealings with Leo so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Justin felt his shoulders slump. “Well, I was trying to get things fixed so Mindy didn’t have to worry when she came back to being herself next week.”

Stephen lifted Justin up by his thin shoulders. He knelt down to look Justin in the eye.

“I’m afraid, I have some bad news about that.”

From the bedroom doorway, four men entered. Three large black bodyguards—

And Leo Radikal.

“Hello Slut.”