For Lina, all
the preparations beforehand can’t calm her nervousness down. Not that it shows
on her face, like her usual blank smile or her aqua eyes with a nightly aura,
quite fitting for someone used to hiding all her real expressions under them.
She’s
nervous not because Juxtaposition demands too much. She’s ready to send her
body and chastity to the next customer in the club or throw away her self-image
of decency built up in her previous jobs. When she met that shady agent (who
nonetheless talked her into this place and explained everything about the
deal), she has expected all those.
Not the
maid dress, her new “uniform”. Granted, it was probably unacceptable for
“clean” jobs and “only a bit” revealing, her bust cropping out on the otherwise
modest violent-and-white pattern. She’d heard of even more exposed “bunnies”
who has barely a bikini under her bunny ears. And even that can be stripped whenever
the customers need her.
She’s
nervous because of meeting the one who’s holding the club together. Her new
employer, someone enigmatically called “The Mistress”. It’s good to know your
new employer well. But the agent told her surprisingly little of this woman,
except her name, and so her treatment of the club she owns seems a mystery to
her. Is that intentional? Is there something she (or they) has to hide, for the
club, or for herself? What kind of boss will she be, other than demanding all
those from her? She’ll see her sooner or later and reminds herself: be careful
and hope for the best in her.
The walk to
the whitewashed mansion’s doors is tough, even with all those times of standing
in her past jobs. She’d better be accustomed to it, Lina thinks. She has a sigh
of relief when she sees a girl posted there. Her hair has a fluffy, hoppy feel
to it, and the smile’s understandably tame. “Are you the newbie? … I’d seen you
from the photo the Mistress gave me, that agent took one from you she said.” “I
remember…” “Call me Rab, K? Everyone in here calls me this nickname. You’ll see
me every time you’re coming to work here… but yeah, seldomly, you know that.”
She’s right, and “nothing’s” bad with staying overnight, especially if it’s
sexually “rewarded”. “Come with me…” Even as real people and tangible furniture
before her, they fade in and rarely flicker whenever Lina sees them.
The new
girl has a pressing first question. “It’s a bit blunt, but are we going to see
the Mistress right away, Rab?” “Nah, not for now. The Mistress said the agent
told you everything you need to know up to this point, and it’s better to leave
you with some on-job experience first, she told me. Besides, she’s sorting out
things with a patron – yours only one tonight!” Easy or not, that’s a lot for
her first night.
Crisscrossing
the halls and galleries, she can’t stop noticing how bewildering all those
co-working girls’ and male customers’ images cross with each other, as deep as
they can. She’ll have a hell lot of tales to tell after the stint here! And so,
knowing the club better from Rab, they’re at the private room where she’ll be
until the sun returns. “Get yourself ready here and wait, I’ll be back at the
doors,” Rab tells her before pushing and sliding the cabin door shut. Seems
like Lina’s prey, a rewarding one. Unzipping the protective blue jacket for her
new uniform, she takes out little packs of perfume and cosmetics from the
jacket pockets – for them to be meshed all over later on. She’s just finishing
herself when the time Rab scheduled comes, and like a dream ending, she fades
away…
Waking up
is strange. The mind’s still on the sofa when she was, but on that mirror –
that’s only noticed now – is the reflection of Lina’s. The body poses in front
of that mirror, not just one narrow one, but a wall covered in reflections of
her. Lina at first ducks, the thighs shaping itself like a duck’s hinds (so
gross), the rims barely covering the blue bottom trying to be uncovered. One
hand grabs the gigantic right breast, like the hand of another lewd man, and
the other hides under the umbrella cover and gropes inside, seeking her own
self. She’s making a satisfying face, half making the same sardonic smile and
half the penetrating gaze on her own reflection; half embracing herself and
half gaining so much from this body.
If Lina’s
there, who’s here? This is when he realized the belted pants he’s on.
Semi-hard, perhaps, and lightly wetting. Did Rab ever mentioned a body swap
Lina had only imagined in fiction? Having this body is confusing, and he can’t
even rise from the awkwardly spread weight of all the bones and muscles inside
him. The tie’s half undone by the open buttons, like his senses right now. Almost
every time one of those muscles will ache from pulling himself too hard, and
there Lina just slips up, turning herself so nimbly, and walking towards the
sofa. A knowbie facing the newbie!
The pain’s almost
gone, and hovering over his body’s Lina, glancing over the half-formed boner.
Her face (used to be his own) is one he’d never seen before, tempting herself
and him. “Thank you master for giving me the best body I’ve… The softest
breasts I’ve ever played with, my own… lean but still bouncing thighs I’d like
to flex, my own… Don’t you want me, my half-lame master? Don’t you see me from
my back? Down here my ‘master’…” Even with all those impulses sent towards his
brain, the sponge on his groin is never solid even with the images of Lina.
Harder, harder, but no, a mind hard-wired to gaining excitement from being
penetrated can’t start to imagine having a fertile, meaty boner on himself, not
even with all the tips and tales from other girls. The head rolls, silently,
against her eyes, not willing to face the superiorly adjusting “subordinate”.
“My master,
get aroused… get hard… nothing bad with it, master… love your and my husks like never before, my
master…” And since this isn’t enough, the maid helps by extending two of her
fingers to rub and gently squeeze the part of fabric touching the foreskin.
Once and twice, until she flicks the contours under the master’s member,
droving mindlessly, but drooling from its mouth until the fabric’s just-dried
mark wets again. This time, the master manages much better. The maid’s quick to
reach his belt, first unclasping the metal ring on the belt, then unwinding the
leather from the, and finally, a zipper, a button and a quick flash of
underwear. Now, his member is out in the chilly air, and with all the help Lina
has given him, it’s hard as rock and prepared to race their hearts.
“And now,
master, have the best of your maid’s body~” as she says, she descends, still
standing aside him, and holding her sizable chest with hands, forces her
cleavage on his boner. The boobs are squishy, but still a nice pair to hold the
boner upright. “Now brace your precious part for my precious parts,” Lina as
she waves the spongy pair between a slowly dripping boner. All the blowing and stoking
in his groin adds to the master’s confused senses, like something he’s never felt
before. Not as Lina, not as this man before coming to the club. They’ve
overwhelmed him in the start of an ecstatic stupor. “Don’t hurry, my master,
hold and be patient…” from the boobs pressing against his cock, they’ve only
seen their sizes until now – juxtaposing them leaves a good comparison of
watermelons with thick water pipes. One place is drained, and another
overfilled, everywhere flaring up, and every sense even more bewildering to the
master, more than he’ll ever have outside the club! “Master, my whole body’s
working for you, my top shelfs’ laboring for you, only for you and your crotch
to be amazed by me!” Inside the cabin (the surroundings’ no longer clear),
they’re over the Seventh Heaven, under the Seventh Hell, and the burning hearts
blurs Lina’s fiddling self, and the rapid stream over him. “Amazed like you’ve
never been…” a knowbie says to the newbie.
Finishing
the boob job quite well, the maid knows the next step to serve her master –
rolling the boobs from the assault position, while carefully not to deject the
now-full boner. The deep trench that’s her cleavage is now stained with a few
marks of his fertility, nicely and viscously scattered. Lightly shaping her
mouth, the maid blows her mildly humid and cool air onto the tip of his shaft, preparing
for a final step in placating her master. Now that the boner is up, even a
light touch sends a tingling sensation down the touchy part of the foreskin,
onto the spines and up to his brain. “Feeling it, master? The best is coming…”
the maid remarks before mouthing the whole boner with a single dive, the
master’s head now back with the attention on his “maid”. Such a boner he has,
his maid’s face’s muscles are stretched until they limp on the hard pillar,
only to suck. And he blows, rewarding the maid as much as himself. The maid has
his white juice, down her throat and maybe the stomach, and all the salty nutrients
of that. Meanwhile, he’s too off-put, the senses are now overwhelmingly and
only from the boner, that his mind’s exploding with lewdness. His balls fondled
by the same delicate fingers, meekly yet nimbly, is the final tip on the
balance. “Auch… Agh… Aw… Ah…!” With a red-hot and gaping face, he has finally
broken his total silence after landing into this confusing body and assailed by
even more confusing yet exhilarating sensations. With the roar comes even
harder blows, all swallowed by the maid.
A few
seconds in, and the boner is already leaking its strength from the sudden
blast. Not that they have enough, but the blow has gone from rapids to a
drizzle. The maid slowly extracts her sucking device – she means the mouth –
from the place, the face full of dripping cum, the cock full of dripping
saliva. With half the load still in her mouth, all he can make out is a few
slurry praises. “Congratulations on popping your man-cherry” is the
clearest, and “You’ve done pretty well, my ‘new’ master” is less so.
She’s so well satisfied… and while the fervor hasn’t gone in
him, the sight of her, still in her half-exposed uniform, isn’t enough to
satisfy him. Not even another sucking, or a thousand suckings. The fruit’s
tasted. Lina’s now the prey, and this is a better dream than he’s ever
imagined.
The master gathers his whole body, and with his full
strength, gets up pounces onto the maid. “Lina!” a pair of now-loosened arms
clutch onto her voluminous figure, at first trying to pull every decoration and
fabric of the maid dress away, until barely the blue bikini’s left, then doing
away with the bikini, altogether. The eyes of the master burns on hers with full fierceness. In haste, a few buttons on him are ripped
apart, the whole pants hanging loose. Lina’s barely surprised by the whole
rush, but less so with how her master’s treatment. Like straight out of Eden
and into the wild jungle, the two thrusts from one posture to another posture,
often rabidly and often feebly, with all the cosmetics and drool flying over
them. Once Lina’s breasts are squeezed and the nipples sucked, repaying the
master. Each other’s asses are grabbed a few times, and every inch of their
progressively nude skin are mopped over by the two pair of hands, one strong
and one weak. Not to mention all those penetrations, jobs and every carnal lust
their minds are wallowed in, everything else now irrelevant…
She doesn’t know how long has passed after both of them
passed out. And she found herself on the top of the couple, the soaked pair of
breasts hanging on her frame. Which means everything is in a bodyswapping
dream, yet they’re at the same time real. The two worlds fuse and mingle
together, like nowhere else. Thinking
of any of the details will put a mild blush on her face, now back with the same
blank smile. “Sorry, I’m really sorry… We could have done much better, and I’d
done badly. Everything is still, quite a lot of fun!” She’s finally in the
right mind to work here, and nothing’s going to scare her off this job. This
time’s the best induction, even when a first-timer as her had gotten to their
new senses. Even when a big shower, maybe a bath, is needed to rid herself of
the cum-and-juice stench! The day’s breaking, and daytime is her off-time, the
agent said.
And Lina, now totally soaked and thoroughly chilly with loss, needs no answer. Don't ever try, don't catch her.
As for the
Mistress? She’s in her room, replaying and watching everything happening in the
cabin with an ethereal screen, a sherry cocktail in hand. “The best introduction is an introduction by
labor,” she says at how Lina’s getting herself quickly with the norms of this
club. After this night, she thinks, it is time to greet and induce her into
Juxtaposition.
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