Lawyer's adventures - part 24-28 (Patreon)

Ricky offer to work in his strip club - 71%

Reality is gradually changing - 80%

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Part 18-23: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-18-103198892

Part 29-31: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-29-104904443

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...24

Ricky drove them to a restaurant called "Gonzales" in his white Audi, while Jeremy sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. He was nervous, and the prospect of spending an entire day with a complete stranger did not please him. The streets they passed through were not familiar, and Jeremy felt even more lost. And it was strange, because he had been living in this city since his early childhood.

"How do you like the city, Mina?" Ricky suddenly asked, looking at him briefly and smiling. "Are you from Venezuela, right?"

"No, I'm from Nueva York" Jeremy said automatically, still looking out the window and was surprised how much different New York looked now.

"Really? I didn't know that. I thought you were from somewhere else, like Mexico or Guatemala or something," Ricky said, chuckling. "But you definitely don't look like you're from here, haha."

Jeremy looked at him, frowning. "Huh... ¿Qué?" (What?) Jeremy didn't really understand what he was saying because of his limited vocabulary.

"Nothing," Ricky laughed. "I was just kidding. So, how long have you been in New York?"

Jeremy blinked. He didn't really understand what Ricky was asking, but he figured out the meaning of the question based on the words 'New York', when he realized that he was telling the truth and not fake information from the FBI, so he quickly corrected his previous answer, trying to remember what John wrote him about the life of Jeremina.

"I leeve Nueva York tree years" Jeremy answered. "I arrived twenny-tweny-one" he mumbled, trying to calculate the correct date, but in stange way his brain is not work properly and numbers are not coming to mind.

"Really?" Ricky asked, surprised. "Where have you been living for three years? Why didn't you stay here, in your home country?"

"I... I not good Inglish." Jeremy stammered, not knowing how to answer.

Ricky looked at him, confused. "Huh? But... I thought you speak Spanish?" Jeremy stared at him blankly. Ricky laughed. "Never mind, it's not important right now. Let's eat something."

When they arrived, Jeremy looked around the restaurant and saw lots of people eating, laughing and talking, and he felt completely out of place. "Woah, this is really a popular place," he thought to himself, following Ricky as he led him towards the counter. "But why am I not feeling like this is my own city? Is it because of this new body?" he thought.

...25

"What would you like to eat, Jeremina?" Ricky asked suddenly, his voice cheerful and friendly.

"Uh, I dunno... maybe a buh-ree-toh or somethin'?" Jeremy said awkwardly, unsure what kind of food they serve in the restaurant. He noticed that Ricky was staring at him strangely, as if trying to figure something out.

"What's wrong? Why are you starting talk like this? It's sounds like... weird" Ricky chuckled and added. "Are you really from America?"

"No, I'm not. I'm from Nueva York" Jeremy replied.

"Huh? What? You said you're from New York a moment ago" Ricky was confused.

"Yeah, but-" Jeremy stuttered, not understanding how to explain it. "I wass born in Venezuela, but moo-ved to USA tree years ago. And, uh... I no spik English very good." Jeremy said, feeling ashamed. He felt so stupid, being a 39-year-old lawyer from one of the best law firms in New York, but trapped in the body of a 23-year-old illegal immigrant and a prostitute, unable to even speak English properly.

"Huh... okay" Ricky said, raising his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced. "I see. So, let's talk business, shall we?"

"Uh, ok" Jeremy nodded, hoping that he wouldn't be offered anything too embarrassing. He felt already humiliated enough.

"Great. So, first things first, you know that you're illegal immigrant, right?" Ricky asked and Jeremy nodded. "So, it is better not attract the attention of the police, because if they arrest you, you'll end up in a detention camp and they will send you back to your country. And, you have a criminal record, so..."

Jeremy felt a cold sweat running down his neck, and his palms became sweaty, althought he did not understand anything except that it was bad. "Uh... what I need doh?"

"Well, you could become a stripper, like the girls from my brothel. Or... you can be a prostitute," Ricky said, smirking. "As you already experienced today. Which one do you prefer?"

Jeremy blinked. He didn't want to choose either option, he just wanted to get back to his normal life and forget about everything that had happened to him. "Uh, I dunno. Ken I not be anyt'ing? I not wanna do nut'ing." Jeremy stuttered, nervous.

Ricky sighed. "Oh, come on, Mina. You know that you can't refuse," he said, shaking his head and smirking. "If you want to live a normal life, you have to work. You can't just sit around and do nothing."

"I mean, I can do cleanin' or.-"

"Cleaning?" Ricky interrupted, raising his eyebrows. "With these huge tits?" He laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, Jeremina. You're not a maid. You're a woman and a beautiful one at that. Very sexy and seductive..."

Jeremy blushed, feeling suddenly hot and smiled shyly. "You... you really sink so? I... tank you. You are very... bootiful too" he said and Ricky laughed loudly.

"Thank you, I know, but don't flatter me, baby," Ricky grinned. "Now, let's eat and then you'll decide. Ok?"

"Ok," Jeremy mumbled, blushing and smiling widely.

...26

"So, let's summarize, baby," Ricky said, taking a phone from the table and showing the video, which was recorded in the morning and showed Jeremy riding on cock of sleeping man. "You are prostitute and you fucked my client on my territory, and didn't even ask for my permission." he suddenly changed his behavior, looking very angry. "So, stop pretending stupid innocent virgin bitch, and tell your boss what he should do with you. Now!"

Jeremy didn't understand much, but knew that Ricky was talking about his future and it related with work as a prostitute or stripper. He swallowed hard, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "I work for you. You are my... boss. I work for you. I work in your... strip club as... dancer, no sex. Ok?" his English skills were getting worse, and now he started to notice that his speech is different from the previous time, even find words harder.

"No, not OK," Ricky snarled. "You will be stripper, but not only dancer, Jeremina. And you will definitely not refuse sex with a client, or your boss, or anyone else. Do you understand?"

Jeremy gulped. He knew that Ricky was right, and that there was no point in arguing with him. Besides, it was not in his nature to argue. He was used to obeying orders, not disobeying them. So, he just nodded.

"Fine," Ricky said, grinning. "Now, you have free evening, so, if you wanna go somewhere, or go with me back to brothel. Anyway, take it" and put some money on table. "And tomorrow evening you start work. So, be ready."

Jeremy looked at money and took it, thinking. He really wanted to leave and forget about everything, but FBI told him to stay until they found a way out, and John promised to contact him. So, Jeremy decided that it would be best to wait and not do anything stupid.

"Ok," Jeremy mumbled, putting money in his purse.

"Great, I'll drive you back. Come on, get up" Ricky stood up and walked over to the door, waiting for Jeremy to follow him.

Jeremy didn't like the idea of returning to the brothel, especially with Ricky, so he tried to stall. "No, I ken walk. I... I no go. I walk. Ok? Tank you."

"Ok, as you wish" Ricky shrugged and took a cigarette. "See you, Jeremina." and left, leaving him alone.

After that Jeremy walked through the city, thinking about the whole situation. His gaze wandered around the street, the passers-by, the buildings. It seemed to him that everything had changed overnight. The streets, the people, the sky, the buildings, the cars. Even the air smelled different. And the fact that he couldn't even read the billboards made him even more confused and scared. Everything looked different, foreign and somehow wrong.

"I should call John. But where is the phone?" he thought, looking around, but couldn't see it. "Damn. It's probably still in the brothel. Damn, damn, damn! I am such an idiot!"

Jeremy walked around the city for several hours, not finding any familiar place or a familiar face, until finally, tired and take taxi and return to brothel.

...27

When he returned to the room, he found his phone lying on the bed, and immediately picked it up, dialing John's number, but this time John didn't pick up the phone. "Damn it!" Jeremy cursed, pacing back and forth nervously, wondering what to do. He was worried about John, because he seemed to be the only person who could help him. And theit last converstation at morning didn't went well. "What if something happened to him?" he quickly called John again and after few dial tones he heard his voice.

"Yes? Who is this?" John said in tired and hoarse voice.

"Juan, eet's me, Jeremina." Jeremy replied, now trying to use the right nickname. "Sow-ree 'bout de mornin'. I know you troy to help! But some cosas raras estan pasando-" (Something weird is happening) he tried to explain, but Juan cut him off.

"You are no longer my bitch, Mina," Juan said coldly. "You work for Ricky, remember? So, don't call me. Ever. And if you ever try to contact me, I'll report you to the immigration. Understood?"

"Que?!" Jeremy exclaimed in disbelief. "You... you no my friend?!"

"Fuck off, bitch. After all the trouble you've caused me, you're lucky I don't have you arrested," Juan growled angrily. "Just remember, Mina. If you call me again, you'll be in big trouble." and hung up.

Jeremy was standing in the middle of the room, shocked and confused, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. He felt as if his entire world was falling apart, his life in ruins.

"No, no, no..." Jeremy said to himself, shaking his head. "I have to... I have to do something. I can't let them ruin my life." he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around the room, feeling helpless. Only heavy tits reminded him that it's not a crazy nightmare.

After a moment he decided finally called to the agency, where his office was, to speak with his secretary. He open search site on phone, and wrote a name of agency 'Banes & Associates'. He waited and soon got the result. But when he looked at the information, his heart sank. There was no mention of the office or its address, nothing. Just information about many other people called Banes.

"No, no, no, this is not right!" Jeremy yelled angrily, typing his name into the search bar, but again in results were many people.

"What the fuck is going on?! This is not possible!" Jeremy screamed, panicking. "Someone hacked the system and changed the information, and deleted my data! That's what it is! But... damn it!" he slammed his fist into the wall, making a dent in the drywall.

"I have to call Lisa, my secretary, she will help me." Jeremy thought, dialing her number, but when Lisa answered the phone, her voice was strange.

"Hello, who's this? I don't recognize the number," she said, her voice calm and polite.

"Lisa? I Jeremia. I need help! Please!" Jeremy said, trying to speak English. "I body change. You need go to... uh... change. Uh..."

"Excuse me? I don't understand. I don't speak Spanish," the girl said, her tone becoming more irritated. "Who are you and how did you get this number?"

"Jeremy. I Jeremy Banes. I... I no spik Engrish" Jeremy mumbled, his throat tightening. "You... no speak Spanish?"

"I don't understand," the girl repeated, sounding angry. "And didn't know any Jeremy! Please, never call me again! I'm going to block this number!"

"Wait, no, wait!" Jeremy pleaded desperately, but the girl had already hung up.

"Oh my god..." Jeremy gasped, feeling sick and dizzy. "It's impossible! I don't understand anything. It's not possible! Why does Lisa not know me? Why does she pretend not to know me?"

...28

It's been a really tough week for Jeremy since his wake up in Ricky's brothel, and he hasn't had any contact with John or anyone else from the FBI. The only thing he's been doing is following instructions given to him by John before his sudden change of behavior, and that was to act as if he were a girl named Jeremina. However, of course, he could not ignore the fact that something was very wrong, and now it seemed that the FBI did not care about him and they abandoned him... or, worse yet, he thought, maybe he really somehow fucked up, and now everyone hates him and is trying to get rid of him.

But what he tried to think about least of all seemed the most likely, although at the same time the most implausible... that he actually became a completely different person... Jeremina Banessa. Not fictional character created by someone, but real person. A girl with a life, history, friends, relatives, and a lot of things that Jeremy knew absolutely nothing about. It seemed completely insane, but at the same time, it seemed that there was no other explanation.

But despite his growing doubts and fears, Jeremy tried his best to stay positive and believe that everything will be alright and that the FBI will help him and return him back to normal. So, every evening, he tried to make his new work in the strip club less humiliating and shameful. Although this was not an easy task, not only because he have huge boobs, which bounce and shake when he dances, making him even more embarrassed and humiliated, but also because he didn't know how to dance or be seductive. Only thought about stripping in front of people and taking off his clothes made him shiver with disgust. But at the same time, new thoughts which appeared in his mind, made him excited and aroused.

Somehow attention to his big breasts and curvy figure helped him overcome his discomfort and shame, and the more he danced and swayed his hips, the more his confidence and arousal grew. Soon, his shyness and hesitation were replaced by lust and desire, and his movements became more and more provocative and erotic. However, when he wasn't on stage, he felt humiliated and ashamed, constantly reminded of his true nature and how much his life had changed.

So, tonight, like many nights before, Jeremy danced on the small stage of the club, wearing only a tight black leather outfit and high heels, moving to the rhythm of the music together with other girls in different stages around the club. His body moved sensually and gracefully, his long black hair flowing freely, seductively covering part of the face. And, of course, his massive breasts were bouncing up and down with every movement, attracting the attention of almost every man in the club.

However, Jeremy was too focused on dancing to pay attention to anything else. And when his gaze falled over the crowd, he gasped softly and nearly fell off the stage, because...