Evan put down the flowers and the boxes of pastries on the table as he glared at his boss.
“Oh I don’t think ‘Mr’ Steel is appropriate at the moment, do you?” He said as he spread Jade’s legs a little and stroked her inner thigh with her own hand. Licking his lips, he continued “You can call me Mark, sweetheart….” As Jade’s chest was thrust out, exaggerating her cleavage.
“It’s OK, Evan. I have ultimate control over our shared body, so nothing bad is going to happen.” Jade’s left hand moved up to her head and curled a lock of hair behind her ear, as if to demonstrate it wasn’t all Mark.
Jade could see Evan was at boiling point. She couldn’t let him know that wasn’t her. Mark had paid her extra to pretend to be her every now and then, as long as she didn’t let anyone know. It was to stay a secret between them and the extra cash was very welcome. Who was she to question his motives or his fetishes…
“Look. We can still have a great weekend, can’t we? It was very sweet of you to bring me flowers… Bring us flowers…and I’m guessing those are my favourite pastries in the boxes…. Our favourite pastries….sorry, our favourite pastries.”
Evan knew that Jade had been contemplating doing this to get some extra money. It was partly why he wanted to propose to her this weekend, so she wouldn’t have to worry about money any more. Evan gave a big sigh and sat opposite Jade. What could he do? He could leave and feel miserable or he could stay and try to make the best of this weird situation.
“OK. I’ll try to give it a go. But I had made plans for dinner tonight….”
“Oh that will be lovely. Yes, perfect. We can wear the new dress that I brought. Oh….yes….I was wondering what was in the suitcase….Mmmm. Lots of fun things for us to wear. Fantastic…can’t wait. I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s go and try a few things on!”
Jade positively leapt up off the sofa and wiggled her way across to the stairs.
Evan watched open mouthed again, as his girlfriend moved as only a man trying to be a sexy woman could move.
“We will be back in a while, sweetheart. Grab a beer of something…Sorry….I hope we won’t be long….and Mark, please do not call my boyfriend ‘sweetheart’…. Why-ever not? He is our boyfriend now…” and with that Jade’s hybrid body disappeared into her bedroom.
Evan sighed once more and went to the kitchen to get a beer….or maybe something stronger.
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