Garage Sale - role-playing cards (Patreon)

- So ... Maybe you can at least remove this disgruntled face somewhere?

- Cállate por el amor de Dios (Shut up for God's sake)

- Yes, yes, I understand that you do not understand, but still ...

Jessica somehow tried to mitigate this strange situation for her and her boyfriend in which they found themselves. However, after her words, Mark only pouted his already plump lips even more and it began to look even more ridiculous. However, both of them already knew that they needed to do this in order for this stupid game to continue.

The game they bought at that garage sale looked like a regular deck of cards sex game. Even the rules were clear the first time, and they even forgot about this deck of cards and remembered a month later, deciding to finally study and try this deck of cards.

After mixing the deck, it was necessary to pull out four cards on which the main motives of the role-playing game were written.

- Um ... And what does that mean? I understand what "prostitute and businessman" and "deepth***t" mean, but what should we do with the "sex with a stranger", "role reversal", "latina" card? I mean, by these rules I have to um ... Become a whore, and you are a businessman and .. Damn Jess, this is some kind of bullshit ... Let's draw the cards again .... wow ... what the fuck ?! Ahem ... Ahem ... What's with my ...!? Who are you ?! Quién diablos eres ?! Dios mío, por qué hablo español? Qué ?! Tetas!?!?!?

In fright at that moment, Mark almost fell because of high-heeled shoes and a new center of gravity due to a large chest under a tight corset. Thank God Jessica, being in the body of a respectable businessman in a business suit, kept him from falling. It was difficult for her to understand all this herself, and even more so to explain to Mark that she was she, and not some stranger.

Outside the window could be seen the landscape of the evening Mexican city. Having tried to get out of this place, they could not do it. More precisely, Jessica stepped out without restraint, and Mark, hobbling in heels and now and then holding on to the wall, was stopped at the exit by a large Latin guard, telling him that his shift was not over yet. Thank God Jessica was able to come to an agreement then and found a large wad of banknotes in her jacket pocket and paid for another session.

Mark did not want to do this, but just like Jessica, they understood without words that they had to implement everything that was on the cards, hoping that "sex with a stranger" could be skipped ... Although even from the thought of "deep blow**b "Mark was uncomfortable. 

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"I can't believe all this is really happening to me" - Mark thought to himself, looking for a fastener of sexy transparent underwear on his neck and still being in the body of a busty Mexican whore despite the fact that he and Jessica fulfilled all the conditions that were described on the cards ... Except for one of which now Mark and decided on this "sex with a stranger" in spite of all his great reluctance to do it.

It's one thing to have sex with your girlfriend, or rather, realizing that the man's body was now his girlfriend and they were in almost the same strange and incomprehensible conditions for them, and it is quite another thing to start intimate intimacy with a stranger whom you see for the first time in your life and who thinks you're just a whore.

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"Deep th***t" was not easy for Mark and he still felt a sore throat from Jessica's cock, even though it had been several hours after that. After their attempt to settle everything with sex, nothing changed and he had to do it ... They were both scared when nothing changed. Perhaps because Jessica did not finish and after a while they repeated all this several times and Jessica spent time each time paying the money that she had.

While Jessica was using Google translator on her smartphone to communicate with Mark, she several times dropped phone calls of various unknown personalities recorded in her address book. And Mark, unlike her, clearly understood all the conversations outside the door and heard some female and male voices discussing what was happening here and that Sylvia, as Mark was now called, hit the Jackpot with this businessman.

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- No tan rapido bebe (Not so fast, baby)

Unfortunately for Mark, he now perfectly understood this new client, which was no longer Jessica. He just wanted it all to end faster in the hope that this would bring him back to his normal life and of course tried with all his might not to think about what he would have to do now and just take it as if it was not happening to him.

Having unfastened the clasp, Mark's big boobs were again loosely dangling in front of this unpleasant-looking stranger. On his "not so fast baby" Mark just raised his head at that moment, not wanting to answer him anything.

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Lying on the bed, realizing that everything was finally over, Mark closed his eyes thinking that he was about to find himself in his body and at home again. His slit was still throbbing from active sex, and his chest ached from the strong squeezes of this nasty, vile man. But he still felt the weight of those huge tender boobs and the touch of long hair against his naked body.

The noise of the stranger putting on his clothes made him open his eyes and see that nothing had changed.

- Hoy no estás muy bien ... (You are not very good today ...)

Looking at the stranger, Mark could no longer resist and got out of bed grabbing his crotch, still flat and just as hot after sex.

- Por qué diablos tengo esta estúpida vagina ?! (What the hell else do I have that stupid vagina ?!)

- Qué quieres decir con Sylvia? (What do you mean Sylvia?)

- No soy Sylvia! Soy una puta de México y me llamo Sylvia! Detener ... Qué? (I'm not Sylvia! I'm a fucking whore from Mexico and my name is Sylvia! Stop ... what?)

- Estás realmente muy extraño hoy ... Ojalá la próxima vez ... (You are really very strange today ... I hope next time ...)

- No la proxima vez! Te veo por primera y última vez! Eres mi puto cliente habitual Pablo! Qué ...!?! QUÉ !? Mierda! Qué carajo ?! Por qué no puedo decir la verdad ?! (No next time! This is the first and last time I've seen you! You are my fucking regular customer Pablo! What ...!?! WHAT !? Fuck! What the fuck ?! Why can't I tell the truth ?!)

Pablo really didn't understand why Sylvia was acting this way. After all, they had really known each other for a very long time and he loved to go to her brothel. But now...

For Mark, this was a terrible revelation. He did everything that was required by the rules and even sex with a stranger, which was very, very difficult for him. But he gathered his will into a fist and did it like a real man! However, now for some reason he was still here and only now realized that instead of information about himself, he now had information and knowledge of Sylvia.

In fact, although it was a stranger to Mark, it was actually not a stranger to Sylvia. She and now Mark knew this man and the conditions of the card had not yet been fulfilled.

...

Jessica, after having sex with another whore in the same brothel, ended up in her house in the same place she disappeared from. Even the clock showed the same time. But there was one big BUT ... Mark was no longer here. She was alone in front of this strange deck of cards because of which she had to have sex with other women, although, of course, she partly did not even mind and she even liked it and she was already thinking of somehow jokingly discussing it with Mark.

What was her surprise when, after a while, Mark did not appear, and she found that all references to Mark had completely disappeared here in their apartment. There were no his things and even their joint photographs. She could not find his Facebook page or intagram. Everything looked like it never existed.

...

Mark, after Pablo left, decided to find Jessica, and he himself was no less shocked that she was not here. No one could tell him the information about the businessman who had just been here and fucked another whore after he left Sylvia, or rather Mark. For everyone, Mark's questions about the presence of a businessman seemed to be nonsense. They didn't seem to know that before Pablo Mark had fucked Jessica, who was that businessman.

No one remembered the three or four hours he and Jessica spent here. According to other girls and the administrator, Sylvia was serving other clients at that time.

It was hard to believe it, but it all happened in reality and the impossible was possible. Mark really got stuck as a Mexican whore and now the only person who knew the truth and with whom he could somehow discuss the situation has disappeared.

Mark's attempts to get out of this business were impossible. The cards made Mark the ideal girl according to his version, and not only Mark considered her ideal, but also very, very many, so Sylvia was quite popular and was familiar with a very large number of "strangers".

Jessica correctly understood that her Mark was stuck like Sylvia forever, otherwise he would have appeared with her at the same time. She tried to find him, but since she had no idea in which particular city in Latin America they were and what Mark was now called, it was almost impossible.

Mark himself, even remembering everything about himself in his head, including Jessica's phone number, could not deceive the evil reality and every time trying to tell the truth he spoke about Sylvia, just like trying to dial his girlfriend's number, he dialed the pimp's number all the time.

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Epilogue

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"Stupid haircuts, stupid bras, stupid boobs ... fuck all this if you take it off later! Four people! Fuck! What the hell! How did I get to this !?"

There was no one in the dressing room and Mark could afford to be dissatisfied and grumble softly, realizing the inevitability of the fact that this time in the film he would have to do a good job and realizing that everything was only getting worse.

Finally, putting on a very short skirt, which could hardly be called even a small belt, he reached the high chair with his heels and took a deep breath, trying to calm down and tune in to the upcoming shooting.

"Ugh ... I hate it all ... This ... Fuck this ... I shouldn't have agreed to do the movie ... This has gone too far!"

Sitting in the chair, Mark whispered to himself. It's been several months since he ended up in that brothel in Sylvia's body. And it is ironic that the fame of Mark went ahead of him due to the fact that he received the perfect body that he could only dream of and which, of course, he did not want to get, but wanted to fuck. He tried to find a long time to find a person whom he did not know to sleep with him, but it all turned into some kind of meaningless carousel.

The offer to star in a p**n film was already at the moment when Mark was on the verge of disappointment. For some reason it suddenly seemed to him that there would be some unknown American actor who did not know Sylvia, but of course it was not so. Thanks to the film about Sylvia / Marc, now very many have learned and every day its popularity on the Internet and all over the world only increased.

Accepting the fact that he would still have to live the life of Sylvia for some time, it was at least an opportunity to go back to America and possibly meet Jessica. Small, but hope, which Mark used without realizing that by doing so he only hammers the last nail into his grave of being stuck in Sylvia's life. But still it was clearly better than working as a whore ... Probably.