Swappers II Chapter 2 (Patreon)

“So, are you going to go?” Jessica said later that afternoon as they sat in the business office of ‘Candi’s’, what had been Leo’s former club and front for his underworld business. The underworld part was long gone, but Tabbi Radikal who was now Michelle had made a few changes, and renaming the club was the smallest part.

“Maybe you want to go back to being a man again?” Tabbi, who was now Candi said. She had been enhanced in many ways. Michelle’s old body was now busty, curvy, long-legged, and voluptuous. She had deep red hair, and though she hadn’t been height-reduced in many ways she could be Mindy’s older, taller, sister.

“Funny thing is,” Mindy said, lighting a cigarette. “I have no desire to be a man, or anyone else again.”

“You won’t go then?” Jessica said, sliding her hand behind Mindy to cup her ample posterior.

“Well, I didn’t say that.” She took a drag on the cigarette and let it out slowly. “Michelle wants to swap into this body.”

Candi giggled at that. “She might want her old body back now.”

Mindy glanced at her, as she stuck out her tongue and did a sinuous erotic dance. She had tattoos adorning her body, flowers and butterflies of all shapes and sizes along with several piercings of nose, ears, tongue, eyebrow, and other places.

She was a slut made for just one thing, the pleasure of men.

Mindy glanced down at her own tattoo above her own breast, SLUT it read in flowery script.

Sighing, Mindy nodded. “Probably right, but that doesn’t get me out of this, either. She always fancied Mindy’s body from the start, and…there’s a part of me, still, that feels an obligation to let her in.”

Jessica massaged her tiny shoulders. “Perhaps, we should retire to our Penthouse, Mistress, and we can sleep a bit on it and see where your feelings are.

Mindy nodded, relaxing into the back rub. She enjoyed them so much more, than when she had been Justin. Backrubs were more intense, everything was more intense, it felt like her sensory life had begun the day she had taken this body. Sights, smells, tastes, emotions, all were heightened to a level she had never known before. Everything seemed duller as a man, less color, less flavor. Sex was multiples better as a woman; she’d never known such passion until these last 10 months as Mindy.

And she was Mindy now, fully. Oh, she still had access to Justin’s memories, Justin’s past thoughts and personality. But it was like she had watched a series on vid flicks, not that she had been he. She still found a pang of regret over the loss of her marriage to Michelle; but they hadn’t been happy. Michelle had constantly been dissatisfied with her life, with their life and Justin had bought into it, bought into the dissatisfaction, wanted to do something, anything to make her feel fulfilled and happy. Happy with him, at the time.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Jessica loved her now, fully, as she was, faults and all. She accepted her, cherished her, treasured her, basically worshipped her and at first it had made the new Mindy uncomfortable but then she found herself cherishing Jessica back just as much.

Mindy had found her place in this reality; her place as sex kitten, sometimes whore and stripper, but she’d been happier than she’d ever been before…

Well, mostly. She sighed again, as Jessica’s wonderful fingers unloosened the knots built up in her back muscles. The Ghosts of the past still haunted them.

“Any word from Jeffrey?”

She could feel Jessica shaking her head. “No Miss. He has not responded to your invitation.”

“Dammit. I was really hoping he’d back down.”

“It does not appear to be the case.”

“Why can’t he just fuck me, get it over with, and we can be partners, again!”

Jessica giggled and kissed her neck. “Perhaps he is jealous of the attention you pay me.”

It was true, of course. Once Leo was dead, the courts ruled in favor of Mindy and her company, awarding the assets of Leo’s Empire to Mindy to cover the expenses of the pain and suffering she had endured at Leo’s unkind hands.

The problem was, Jeffrey believed this to be in error. He filed an injunction to reverse the award, on the grounds that Mindy was not the id-matrixed original Mindy McTavish, but actually Justin Klein.  The criminal court had awarded the estate to the current Mindy, but Jeffrey Oftedahl filed a civil suit in the claim. The Civil court had issued an injunction against Mindy and all assets until an assessment could be completed.

Luckily, Mindy had completed Erotique before the injunction and it was not listed in the civil intellectual property, so she was able to continue their business with the revenue generated from that single asset. They were set to start work immediately on the next in the series Le Monsieur next week, and Mindy had hoped Jeffrey might enjoy the starring role in exchange for dropping the civil suit.

“Guess I’ll have to pay him a visit,” Mindy said. “But first, about that Penthouse…” she giggled, and wrapped Jessica in an embrace. She was taller than Mindy, but Mindy stood on her tippy toes to give Jessica a deep kiss.

***

Later, they snuggled in Mindy’s acre-sized bed. “You think you’ll go on this ‘swapcation?’

Mindy shrugged, snuggling back deeper into Jessica’s arms. “I don’t really want to. I have this issue with Jeffrey, and Le Mons, beginning. Plus I enjoy being me and have no desire to change any of that.”

“But.” Jessica kissed her neck.

She sighed. “But Michelle.”

“You still feel some kind of obligation toward her.”

“I suppose.” Mindy traced circles on Jessica’s arms as they lay together. 

“So, you’ll let her in?”

“I don’t know. Not for long. And only for the duration of the vacation.”

“Where is this to take place?”

“Somewhere in the Bahamas apparently.”

“And will you go into her body?”

“I suppose. I hate to involve any more third parties than is absolutely necessary.”

“You don’t wish to go into Justin?”

“That’s what’s totally weird,” Mindy said. “I mean, I know that’s not my body that he perm swapped for someone else, but no, I have no desire to be a man again. Isn’t that strange?”

Jessica slid her fingers down to Mindy’s sex, letting them slide in and out of her moist opening. “Not at all. I think women have the benefit of having the most sensual bodies between the two.”

Mindy panted slightly. Jessica always knew just where to touch her, and when.

“You don’t miss having a cock?”

Mindy shook her head, hips beginning to gyrate with Jessica’s motions again.

Jessica kisses her neck, fingers slipping inside Mindy, spreading, widening. She moved her to her back, mouth kissing her heavy breasts. “You don’t miss not having these?”

Mindy gasped softly, the feelings running through her. “No…”

Jessica sucked, then bit hard on Mindy’s breast.

The girl squealed as Jessica played her like a violin. Hands, mouth, tongue, teeth.

Mindy moaned. “No, I don’t miss any of it.”

She came then orgasm rushing through her. Body quaking, toes curling, shivering in Jessica’s grasp.

Jessica slid back up, cradling Mindy’s head and kissing her mouth. “Good girl.”

She panted, lying in Jessica’s arms.

“Maybe you should come with me.”

Jessica smiled. “You’d like that, Miss?”

Mindy nodded. “Oh yes.”

She giggled. “And the swapping?”

Mindy shrugged. “I suppose I can be Michelle, and her into me.”

“And me?”

“How would you like to be Justin?”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You think he’d enjoy being me?”

Mindy shrugged. We could ask.

“Mmmm, and could we affect an island patois?”

“Anything you want.”

Jessica giggled, excited. “I hope he goes for it.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I were a pregnant island woman of color?”

“And I, with a magnificent cock, get to fuck you as a man of color?”

Mindy giggled and nodded.

“No, I wouldn’t mind.”

They lay in each other’s arms for awhile, both imagining.

“And Jeffrey Oftenthal?”

“He can find his own cock.”

“No,” Jessica giggled. “You know what I mean.”

Mindy sighed. “Nothing is going to happen for at least a month. I think we can afford a week or so to play Bahama islanders.”

Jessica squealed. “Oooh, this is going to be so much fun!”

Mindy nodded, smiling as the light danced in her eyes. “Yes, afterall…what could possibly go wrong?”