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Please note: the character is supposed to appear racist. This is on purpose and not a reflection of GenderPlaybooks. 

The Special Service 

Confidently, Dale struts through the door and surveys the darkened room in front of him. The smell of sweat and beer fills his nose as he looks around to see the place virtually empty. Selecting an empty table in the middle of the floor, Dale clicks for one of the waitresses to come over.

He notices the young blonde look up from behind the bar. He clicks again and taps rudely at the table. Frowning, she gets the point and heads over to him.

Giving a flick of her lush blonde hair, the woman approaches with a wiggle of her hips. She’s clearly been told to walk like it by management.

“Hi sugar,” she greets, getting out a small notepad. “Can I start you off with a drink?”

Dale looks up at the girl and begins to judge her appearance. Clearly, she’s put in effort with her makeup, but he thinks the girl is average at best.

“What’s with all the uggos tonight?” he asks, pointing at her and then at the young black lady dancing on the stage.

The waitress is stunned for a moment before giving him a forced smile. “I don’t know what you mean sir.”

“Well of course you don’t,” Dale replies, uninterested in the conversation. “If I was you I wouldn’t wanna look in the mirror either. No wonder you don’t know what I mean.”

The waitress’s eyes sink and her shoulders sag.

“No need to be rude,” she says, now tapping the tip of one of her heels against the floor.

“Ah…,” Dale grins, turning to look the waitress in the eyes. “I forgot that your generation can’t handle the truth. Don’t worry, I’m sure someone will be desperate enough to keep you.”

“Can I get you a drink?” the waitress replies, gritting her teeth.

“Yeah fine,” Dale answers with a sarcastic wave of his hand. “Whisky on the rocks.”

Wanting to make her displeasure known, the waitress flicks her hair and huffs as she turns back towards the bar. Dale notices her attitude and he can’t help but smile.

“Women….,” he chuckles, loud enough for the waitress to hear. “So uptight these days.”

Settling into his creaky seat, Dale rests his arm on the small table and stares unapologetically at the young black girl dancing on stage. He sees just one unsavoury customer at the front watching.

“Why bother…,” he groans to himself, upset but the poor quality of the product on show in front of him. “She’s barely got anything to look at.”

As the waitress reappears with a drink in hand, she plonks it in front of him, almost spilling the contents.

“Your drink,” she says spitefully. “I hope you don’t choke.”

Dale instantly clicks his fingers. “Girl,” he sneers, causing her to jump. “Do you know who I am?”

“Erm….,” the girl nervously replies, unsure if he’s someone important.

“What’s your name you little bitch?” Dale commands, getting angrier with every moment.

The girl squeaks an answer. “Rachel.”

“Well Rachel,” Dale continues, his voice confident and strong. “If your attitude doesn’t improve, I’m going to have a word with the owner. I bet you’ve got like seven children at home that you need to feed…don’t you? So, I’m thinking you need this job.”

Expecting Rachel to start grovelling, as most of the service girls do in his experience, she stands tall and grins.

“I’m sorry, Mr….?”

“Smith,” Dale answers. “And you’d do remember that name if you want to remain working here.”

Dale is again put off by Rachel’s confident body language. He’s by now expecting her to be under the table giving him a personal apology.

“Well Mr…Smith,” Rachel smiles, pointing over at the girl dancing on stage. “We’ve got a special deal for important customers like you.”

Dale raises a single eyebrow and is intrigued by the turn of events. “Special deal?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Rachel grins, leaning towards the man to show down her revealing top. “It’s a real eye-opener for men like you.”

“Do you have more attractive girls stashed away for me?” Dale enquires, shaking his head at the girl on stage. “Hopefully it’s better than this…girl…you’ve got out for us right now.”

Rachel looks at Mona, who’s dancing on stage. “I think you’d find…. Being… Mona quite informative.”

“Being? You’re not making sense!” Dale growls, slapping the table hard enough for it to creak. “Stop wasting my time. If you’ve got something special for me, set it up… now!”

Rachel nods and Dale watches her fat ass jiggling as she walks over to the stage. He watches intently as Rachel stops Mona halfway through her dance routine to point out Dale.

“Why are you stopping!” the unsavoury man complains, who was watching Mona dance.

Mona and Rachel however ignore the man. Helping Mona off the stage in her extremely high heels, the two women walk confidently over to Dale’s table.

Dale can’t help but smile with all the attention he’s getting. As much as he is not into black women, he can’t help by apricated Mona’s chunky thighs. As Mona and Rachel approach the table, Dale takes a long sip of his drink.

“This is Mona,” Rachel says, introducing Mona.

Mona puts out a single hand to greet Dale. Dale slaps it away with the back of his hand.

“I’m not here for greetings,” he sneers, looking Mona’s half-naked body up and down. “I’m here for satisfaction. Now, I have to say, I’m not pleased with what’s being offered as satisfaction right now.”

Sharing a very quick glance, Mona, and Rachel both smile at Dale. It’s Asif they know they have the upper hand.

“I think he’s perfect for this special service,” Mona smiles, running her hands up from her stomach to her breasts. “I think I will enjoy it.”

“No,” Dale answers instantly, sipping at his drink. “No blacks.”

Rachel leans into Mona’s body and starts stroking her glossy body. “Mr Smith…,” she says seductively, pressing her own breasts against Mona’s side. “Mona here will allow you to experience things no man ever gets to experience. It’s a special service only our…. top clients receive.”

“Top?” Dale asks with a self-important smile.

“Yes baby,” Mona answers with a lick of her lips, reaching down to stroke across Dale’s chest. “We will get to know each other on a very personal level, Hunny!”

Dale leans back in his seat. As he downs his drink, he wipes away the excess and smiles from ear to ear.

“Ok,” he says, getting up from the table. “I want this special service.”

Rachel and Mona grin wide at each other. They know they’ve got him wrapped around their fingers.

“Ok sir,” Rachel says, pointing to a small private booth to the side. “Mona will be your vessel for this…. exciting out-of-body experience.”

Not really listening to what’s being said, Dale slaps Mona’s plump ass hard. “Least you black girls have nice asses.”

Mona jumps from the hard slap and her breasts jiggle. She makes a meal of the situation and playfully giggles. “Oh, Mr Smith. I’m glad you like it. You’re about to get extremely intimate with every part of me!

As Rachel leads Mona and Dale into the private booth, she shuts the door behind her and turns the lock. Dale notices in the middle of the room a single chair. Sitting upon that chair is a pair of handcuffs.

“Oh…kinky,” Dale remarks, stepping further into the room. “I like where this is going. I do like my girls submissive.”

“As do I,” Rachel replies confidently.

Just as Dale turns to look at Rachel's sinister expression, he feels blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Feeling like he’s been hit by a train, the lights instantly go out.

Dale’s lifeless body collapses to the floor like a bag of rocks. Rachel can’t help but laugh.

“Shit,” Mona says regretfully, holding a large black dildo in her hand. “I didn’t mean to hit him that hard. Argh, that’s going to be a real headache for me.”

Taking the large black dildo from Mona’s hands, Rachel gives her a comforting smile. “It’s going to be worth it. We are really going to teach this dickwad a lesson.”

Pushing Dale’s body with her heels, Rachel flips Dale onto his back. “Least this one is in good condition. I thought I was going to have a heart attack in that obese guy last week.”

“Yeah, true,” Mona replies, sitting herself down on the chair in the middle of the room. “I wonder if he’s got a big cock. I hope for his sake he doesn’t.”

Throwing her head back with laughter, Rachel moves around behind the chair and fastens the handcuffs around Mona’s wrists.

“Good?” Rachel asks, checking if the restraints are on properly.

“Yeah,” Mona replies, crossing her legs and flicking her long black hair. “Let’s get this over and done with. These body swaps always feel so strange!”

“I know. I promise I’m getting better with it.”

An hour later…..

Feeling heavy and groggy, Dale slowly opens his eyes. Dizzy and confused, Dale can hardly make anything out as his eyes adjust.

“W-what…?” he mutters, stopping to cough due to what he thinks is a voice crack.

Not sure why he’s feeling so cold and exposed, Dale's body starts to shiver. He’s unsure as to what’s happening, but he can tell he’s been stripped naked.

“Well, hello sleepy head,” Rachel says, gleefully bouncing into view. “How are you feeling?”

Struggling to lift his head, Dale manages to focus on Rachel’s sinister grin. “W-what have you done? Are you trying to rob me? Where are my clothes.”

After asking those questions, Dale forces another cough. He can tell his voice is all sorts of messed up. Almost like he’s a pre-pubescent boy.

Rachel doesn’t say anything, she just stands in front of Dale with her arms crossed. She knows at any moment Dale will come to realise what’s happened.

Trying to move, Dale soon comes to understand that he’s cuffed to the chair. Leaning forward, he tries to break free. His movements swiftly stop as he feels an unfamiliar and very foreign feeling hanging from his chest.

Wanting to giggle, Rachel holds it in as Dale slowly looks down at himself. What he see’s almost blows his mind.

Dale stares down in disbelief at the large, dark fleshy mounds hanging from his chest. Looking past them, he sees those chunky black thighs he lusted over hours earlier. Everything about his body feels completely wrong. The emptiness between his legs makes him want to scream!

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screams, causing Rachel to smile wide. “I’m…I’m….I’m….!”

Rachel leans in and places a hand on Dale’s now chunky black thigh. “A woman?”

Dale looks up in terror. His eyes are wide with fear. “W-what…?” he whimpers, unable to process all the thoughts and feeling swirling in his mind.

“Yup,” Mona appears just behind Rachel, rubbing the sore on the back of her head. “Look…I’m now you Mr Smith.”

Mona takes a couple of theatrical steps and starts milking it. “My names Mr Smith,” she mocks, scratching her balls. “I’m super important! I’m the best thing since sliced bread.”

Reaching down into her pants, Mona continues mocking Dale. “I think I’m the big man…even though I’m actually very small.”

“Is he small?” Rachel curiously asks, looking back at Mona messing around. “Could have seen that coming.”

“S-stop..!” Dale whimpers, trying again to break free, but soon stops as his breasts bounce around uncomfortably. “This is not funny! Change me back!”

“I don’t think so,” Rachel growls, refocusing her attention on Dale. “You’ve got some lessons to learn.”

Rachel sensually runs her hand up from Dale’s thigh towards his new breasts. Grabbing Dale’s dark and hard nipples between her fingers, she twists.

“How does it feel?” Rachel laughs, tightening her grip on Dale’s hardening nipple.

Dale winches and groans as Rachel teases his new feminine body. He struggles to break out once again and long black falls in front of his eyes.

“Oh Mr Smith…,” Rachel teases, brushing the hair from his eyes. “Don’t fight it. You wanted to get intimate with Mona’s body and…. now you are.”

“Look!” Mona interrupts, causing Rachel to look around.

Mona now has her pants around her ankles and her new, but small cock in her hands. With a playful grin, she gives it a tug. “Look who’s got your manhood!”

Dale can’t help but look away. He can’t stand the idea of her inhabiting his body.

“Don’t look so sad,” Mona says to Dale cheerfully. “Aren’t you pleased to inherit by big fat black ass too, Dale? You couldn’t keep your hands off it earlier and now it’s all yours to enjoy!”

Desperately looking away, hoping it’s all just a dream, Dale can’t bring himself to acknowledge what Mona is saying in his own voice.

“Good news too!” Mona says, still holding Dale’s pickle. “You’ve got my BJ lips too.”

“I think it’s time for lesson one,” Rachel says with a sinister tone. “Don’t you think?”

Rachel leans into Dale and presses her supple lips against Dale’s ears. Resting her breasts against his new dainty shoulders, she whispers.

“If you want your body back, you best do everything we tell you.”

Scared, Dale nods and listens carefully.

“You’re a service girl right now…aren’t you, Mona? Rachel whispers. “You’ve got to be a submissive little girly for our big strong client… don’t you?”

Not answering as quick as Rachel would like, Rachel pulls back roughly on Dale’s hair. As Dale yelps in pain, Rachel repeats the last question.

“Are you a submissive little service girl?”

“Y-yes…,” Dale squeaks in reply.

Rachel lets go of Dale’s hair and gently strokes it flat. “Good girl.”

Moving around behind Dale Rachel gathers all of Dale’s long back hair and ties it back in a ponytail in preparation for lesson one. When she’s finished, runs her arms around Dale’s shoulders and leans on him.

“See in front of you,” she says teasingly. “That’s a client and he’s very Horney.

“Are you Horney Mona?” Rachel asks, but then corrects her mistake, “Mr Smith.”

Rachel presses down on Dale’s shivering body. “What do you think we should do to make him happy?”

Dale shakes his head. “I d-don’t know,” he replies, fearing the answer.

“Oh Mona,” Rachel giggles, running fingers up to Dale’s mouth to force it open. “I think you do know.”

Unable to keep a straight face, Mona bursts out with laughter. “You enjoy this too much Rachel!”

“Stay in character!” Rachel scolds, now forcing Dale’s mouth wide open.

“Oh sorry,” Mona says bashfully. “Hold on…let me get my little guy ready for lesson one.”

Mona starts jerking at her little hair-surrounded cock. Still holding Dale’s mouth open with one hand, Rachel forces Dale to look at Mona jerking off his body.

“Hmmm…,” Rachel whispers into Dale’s ear. “Are your feminine instincts kicking in Dale? Don’t you just want that cock in your mouth?”

Dale can only mumble as Rachel’s fingers hold open his mouth.

“Mmmm, Rachel continues, looking up as Mona gets her new cock to stand to attention. “Oh…deffo a grower. Look at that Dale. Look at all that lolly pop you're about to suck.”

Dale fights to break out of the chair once more. This angers Rachel.

“Bitch,” Rachel says, reaching down to grasp Dale’s erect nipples once again. As she twists and turns the nipple with brut force, Dale groans in displeasure.

“You just try that again!” Rachel screeches in Dale’s ear. “We will leave you like this! Do you want to be a black woman for the rest of your life!?”

“N-no…,” Dale spits, managing to talk with Rachel’s fingers in his mouth.

Giving Mona the nod, Mona steps closer. Still tied down to the chair, Dale’s face is at the perfect height.

“Cover those teeth,” Rachel commands, holding Dale’s head still. “Remember, breath through your nose!”

Grinning wide, Mona glides her new manhood between Dale’s unwilling lips. She can’t help but laugh as she watches her own body gag on her new white man's cock.

Rachel smiles, holding Dale’s head tighter. “Good girl. Gagging to make him feel good. That’s a pro move—are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

Mona lets out a little giggle as Dale moves his tongue around her cock. “So warm. I can see why guys like this so much!”

Rachel pushes on Dale’s head, forcing Mona’s cock deeper. “Suck it like your life depends on it!”

As his heart rate increases, Dale chokes again as his own cock is forced deeper into his mouth. He tastes the salty precum leaking into his tongue. He can’t help but shiver as he tries desperately to breathe.

Scared that he won’t get his body back, Dale starts reluctantly working the cock in his mouth. Bobbing his head back and forward, he’s relieved as Mona lets out a moan of pleasure.

“He’s good!” Mona laughs, leaning into Dale’s cock sucking action and enjoying the feeling.

Stroking Dale’s long black hair, Rachel is very happy Dale is doing his part. “Feels good to be a black woman…doesn’t it?”

Dale squeaks as Mona pushes in further.

“If you continue to be this good,” Rachel continues to teasingly whisper in Dale’s ear as she gets his face fucked. “Maybe we will treat you later.”

At this moment, Mona growls in pleasure. Her entire body tightens, and she grabs Dale’s face. Exploding her load into Dale’s mouth, she lets out a long moan.

“Fuck yeah!” Mona laughs, letting her body go limp as her cock finishes emptying into Dale’s mouth.

Coughing, gagging, and struggling to breathe, Dale tastes the sticky, salty cum coating his mouth. He wants to puke.

“Swallow it!” Rachel commands. “A good girl always swallows!”

Shaking and shivering, Dale takes a deep breath and takes back the thick cum in his mouth. He can’t believe how much of it has been forced into his mouth.

“Well done!” Rachel claps as Mona slides her cock from Dale’s mouth. “That was lesson one! Doesn’t it make you feel so good about yourself right now Dale? Look how happy you’ve made your client!”

Stroking Dale’s hair, Rachel wonders if he’s ready for the next lesson.

“Not bad for an apparent uggo…huh?” Rachel remarks, making a point about Dale’s rude behaviour earlier.

Dale splutters and coughs as Mona takes her white cock from his black lips. “I’m….,”

“What’s that you little bitch!” Mona says playfully, waving Dale’s own cock in front of his face.

“I’m…sorry.” Dale whimpers, swallowing down the last of the ejaculate in his mouth.

“No need to be sorry!” Rachel laughs, stepping around in front of Dale.

Wiping a little of the sticky cum that’s escaped from his lips, Rachel reaches down between Dale’s legs with her other hand.

“Moist,” Rachel comments, causing Dale to flinch after feeling his new pussy for the first time. “I think it’s time for lesson two!”