Evette was an escort! Every appointment in the diary pointed to that. "Oh god no!" I whined in my sultry voice. It was bad enough that I had wished myself into the body of a woman, but to have wished myself into somebody who sold her body for a living was too much. I collapsed into sobs over the diary, my tits heaving with every sob. I stopped to heft the EE cup monsters and briefly wondered how much a rack like this cost. From looking at the prices she charged, it was plain to see that she could easily afford it. A $1000 for an afternoon, $2,000 - $4000 a night, ÂŁ10,000 for a weekend! And the diary was full for at least the next week!
Sighing, I got to my tiny feet and went back downstairs to explore my new home. Considering how messy the bedroom was, the rest of the house looked surprisingly unlived in. I guess she must have a cleaner or didn't spend that much time here. The second bedroom had been converted into a gym, with a cross-trainer and treadmill, I guess it was important to keep your only asset in shape. The lounge was minimalstic with hardly any photos or decoration with the exception of a book case full of books on sexual techniques. Shuddering, I moved to the kitchen, which was clean and modern and looked virtually unused, probably because she took most of her dinners out with clients. On the kitchen counter was a little blue purse that looked like it had been flung there from last night. I fumbled it open with long manicured nails and emptied it onto the kitchen table. Out fell a all the hallmarks of a prostitute: condoms, make-up, a thick roll of fifty dollar bills, an iPhone and a packet of menthol cigarettes and a lighter. The last items weren't too much of a surprise, as I had seen Evette smoking on her sun lounger. I always thought she looked sexy smoking, but the thought of actually being a smoker was depressing. It was a disgusting habit and one that I had no interest in taking up. It was a shame that the body I was in already had. Sighing, I flipped the lid and extracted a long white cigarette and put the filter in my mouth. I sucked hard as I lit it and coughed sexily at the foul taste. "Disgusting" I said to myself as I exhaled but made no move to put it out. Instead I took it out side with the phone and walked back to the sun lounger, the sun warming my near naked body.
Lying back on the lounger. The cigarette smoke and the sun calmed me down somewhat and I tried to think clearly. Suddenly an idea popped into my beautiful blonde head. I turned on th iPhone and text Katy to come over.
"don't ask any questions about this number, just come to the house. Don't knock, just text me back when your outside"
It was only a second before a reply came back.
"Fuck off Nick, I have no wish to spend my day with a male chauvinist pig"
"No danger of that"' I sighed and took a calming drag on the cigarette.
"Katy, please. I'm in big trouble. I need your help. I am sorry about last night but when you see what's happened to me, I'm pretty sure you'll feel differently"
Katy made me wait 10 minutes for the next reply, which thankfully said "be over an an hour"
With nothing to do until then, I put the Jackie Onassis sun glasses back on and stretched out my sexy body in the sun. Tears filled up my eyes behind the glasses as I waited in my wet dream of a body. I wondered if Katy had done this, her text she hadn't but she could be bluffing...
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