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HOSTILE TAKEOVER At only 30, I was one of the youngest CEO's in history, at least I think I was, id have to check the records, but even if I wasn't, I certainly felt like it. As the CEO of the Allison corporation, a position I had after the death of my parents, I oversaw multiple projects and research, for civilian and military purposes. From research on cold fusion to adaptive camoflage for tanks and jets, we were one of the leading research and development corporations in the world. Based in San Francisco, I looked out from my townhouse onto San Francisco Bay. One of the most beautiful cities in the world, I loved it more and more. I wouldn't want to raise a family here, but until I had met a woman who wanted me for me, and not just my money, I would remain single. Not that I didn't have girls over from time to time, she would spend the night, and leave $1500 dollars richer. I was never rough, I paid well, but insisted on complete discretion by the escort agency, which I got. As I finished my coffee, I heard my phone ring and walked over to answer it. As I answered it, I wished I hadn't. at the other end was Jacob Denning, one of my main compeditors. He had been after me for months to merge our two corporations. He had lost out to me more than once and with good reasons. His hiring policies were suspect at times, he had been burnt before by theft and was suspected to have ordered assaults and accidents to ensure that things went his way. Im sure that somewhere on the 116 square kilometres of cuba that the united states leased, his name had been mentioned as well, at least I hoped it had, then id be left alone to do my job. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but ive had a breakthrough here, that your sure to like," he told me as I sighed and shook my head. "We've had this conversation before, I don't want to merge with you. We have an unblemished history and a reputation that's unmarred by anything, unlike yours, which is scarred," I replied and hoped that he would get the hint and hang up. "Wait, what if I sent someone over, to help you change your mind, a token of my good intentions," he quickly said as I headed into my bedroom. "Really, who, a couple of 6 foot 2 tall men to hang me over my balcony until I go along with your way of thinking, no way," I told him and nearly hung up right there. "No, those rumours again, theyre totally false, no, I was thinking, someone from San Francisco's finest escort agency, you know who that is, you use them yourself, I'll send her over to you, my treat, and you give me your answer in the morning," he added as I smiled and thought about it. My mind was set and made up, but, I wasn't one to turn down a gift like that. "Ok, send her over then, but no promises," I told him, then hug up. I busied myself cleaning up the place until I heard my phone ring again. Answering it, I heard the concierges voice, telling me that a couple were asking to be let up, a man and woman. He knew what she was, and had known about my visits for a while, but was paid well to keep quiet about certain things. Telling him to send them up, I brushed my hair and cleaned my teeth, no sense not looking my best, I told myself. Hearing the knock on my door, I quickly walked over to it and answered it. Standing in front of the door was one of the most beautiful and sexiest women I had ever seen. She was about 5feet 5inches high, a bit higher in her 5 ? inch high mary jane platforms. A buckled strap went over her ankles. She had a coat on and smiled up at me as I let her pass. The man with her took a seat outside the front door, he had to be her watcher, but I hadn't seen him before. Then again, maybe he was new. Stepping back, I watched as she unzipped her coat and let it fall around her sexy mary janes. Her midnight black hair was braided down her back, making her sexy blue eyes stand out even more. Her face was just as perfect, a cute upturned nose, pink lips, high cheekbones and a smile that could drive any man to wrestle alligators in her honour. Her outfit was even better, it was a very sexy schoolgirl outfit, a white tie front crop top, very tight too, without a bra underneath, which made her nipples show clearly under the taut material. Her pink,white and black pattern pleated plaid miniskirt rode high up her thighs and barely covered her thong panties. A black lace slip showed on the slits on the side of it as well. White over the knee socks and her mary janes completed her ultra sexy schoolgirl look. "So, you're here to change my mind are you," I asked her as I lead her through to the kitchen and made her a drink. "I'm just here to spend the night, whatever you want to do, I'll do it" she told me, then slowly undid her top and let it part, showing off her D cup breasts in all their glory. Leaving my own drink aside, I came closer and cupped her firm breasts, caressing them as she wrapped her slender arms around me and guided me closer to them. Tugging gently on her nipples, I softly suckled on them and heard her gasp of pleasure, one of many that left her soft lips. Moving my hands to her waist, I easily lifted her up onto the bench, then kissed her passionately as she pressed her perfect breasts against my chest. Wrapping her thighs around my waist, I lifted her up and carried her through to my huge bedroom. One way glass allowed me to see out, but no one could see in. easing her down onto the bed, I stood back to admire her, then took off my shirt. As she undid my track pants, I stepped out of them and lifted up her plaid miniskirt. Fingering the lacy attached slip underneath it, I traced my fingers over her thong panties and rubbed harder as her thighs parted almost automatically. Stepping out of my underwear as well, I reached for a condom and took in her petite, sensual form, a sex kitten in the flesh. Before I could take it out of its wrapper, her lips were around my hardening cock, suckling on it as I tilted my head back, moaning like she had before. She had to have been doing this for a while, many years, to have this level of skill at oral sex. Gently reaching for her hair, I held onto it as her head bobbed back and forth in front of my hips, suckling hungrily while her lips swirled around my cock, drawing it out while sexily gazing up at me with her baby blues. Losing track of time, I shuddered and spurted into her sweet, warm mouth. Her lips sealed around my shaft and swallowed my creamy cum down as I came again and again. Even when I settled down onto the bed, she didn't stop, but cleaned my cock with her eager tongue and giggled cutely. "The nights not over yet stud, I'll get us drinks and be right back," she said to me, then walked from the room, putting an extra wiggle into her hips. Her plaid skirt swished as she walked out of sight. Laying back, I heard her moving around in the kitchen, then silence. Her clicking heels sounded again as she walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Carrying two glasses filled with what we had before, I took mine from her and toasted with her. Drinking from my glass, I didn't taste it, but if I knew what it was, id have never finished my drink. As she lay on her side in front of me, her hand caressing along her side and over her skirt, I asked her about herself. She told me she had studied at college, studying various business courses, but why she was doing this, when she was clearly smart enough to do a lot more, she didn't say. I felt the effects of the sedative minutes later. Realising that I was being had, I tried to get up, to call my concierge, but fell back down as everything went blurry, then black. Consciousness slowly returned, but something felt off, I felt weird. Opening my eyes, I reached up to rub my sore temples and froze as I saw a pair of slender, feminine hands come into sight, with pink fingernails. Unsure if this was a bad joke or I was seeing things, I sat up and froze as I saw the rest of me. A pair of generous D cup breasts stood proudly on my chest. A trim belly ran down to a very familiar pink pleated miniskirt and over the knee white socks and mary janes. Bringing my now slender hands up against my breasts, hoping that I was seeing things, I froze as I felt soft flesh against my hands. "Ah, I see your noticing your new body, don't worry, you;ll have plenty of time to become accustomed to it, and what its good for," a familiar voice said from the doorway. Spinning around, I saw the man who had accompanied the escort standing there, only his face didn't match the voice that I knew. "I knew I wouldn't get past your concierge if I came as myself, a latex mask is covering my face," he added as I put a name to the voice, Jacob. "Your probably wondering if what your feeling under your hands is real, trust me, its very real, courtesy of a memory transference device, I've put your mind into Hillary's body, and hers into yours. You should know how that's done, you turned your back on developing that particular technology" he added as I thought back 6 months. We had come up with it by accident, but it had raised too many questions. Our research until then had shown that it could remove memories, selective ones, but the potential was there for it to do a lot more, and to be misused, so I had ordered all research and prototypes destroyed. How he had gotten hold of everything and pushed it forward this far I don't know, but he clearly had someone on the inside. "Don't look so surprised, some people under you were open to be bribed, including your VP, he saw the advantages of working with me and was only too happy to have everything delivered to me. But now, I have to introduce you to someone," he said, then stepped aside to present.. Myself. He stood there, my body, but with the mind of Hillary. She had dressed in one of my best suits and was eyeing me hungrily. "Mmmmm, you do look sexy like that, its no wonder that I'm one of Mario's most popular girls," she told me, with my voice of course. "Through college, I made extra money as an escort. I did it to ensure that I could graduate with degrees and make my career in business and finance a successful one. I was good at what I did, very good. When I graduated, I applied to various companies, and was accepted by one. The man who interviewed me was one of my former clients, but he didn't let on that he knew me." "I'd dyed my hair and put in contact lenses, but it didn't work. A week into my job there, he called me into his office and wanted me to suck him. I had put that behind me and I refused. The next day, I was called into the managers office and told that I was fired. Somehow, my former past had been leaked to those upstairs. "I tried to find work in other companies, but every time, id be refused, and I knew why. Eventually, I was forced back into being an escort, I didn't want to, but it pays better than waiting tables. Jacob had been seeing me for about a year, he heard my story and offered me this opportunity, and I took it, and here I am. Sure, I had to give up my very sexy, shapely body, but, for what I'm gaining, its worth it.. Hillary," he said to me as it all sunk in. "Now, before Jacob takes you back to your pimp, I'm going to show you what your future will be like," he added as he walked closer to me, spun me around on the bed, then unzipped his cock, my former cock, which was throbbing from just looking at me, then thrust it hard into my pussy from behind. Crying out as he thrust into me, I knew that I should have felt more pain, more spread open. Clearly she was used to being taken like this, as she slid easily into me, back and forth as I held onto my sheets, moaning and shaking as she held onto my hips. I struggled to pull away, but she easily held me back. I wasn't being taken like a girl, I wasn't being taken like a girl, I told myself over and over as she claimed me, savouring her domination over me. Turned from a wealthy CEO to a sexy escort. I fought it as much as I can, which only made her laugh as I tried to assert myself, but couldn't as she shook and came. I didn't feel anything spurting into me, so I knew that she had put on a condom. At least I wouldn't become pregnant, which was the only consolation. "Oh yes, you'll come to love your new job and life. Your pimp takes care of you, but most of what you earn, goes to him, if your good and earn a lot, you;ll be treated very well. Don't bring him enough, and.. Well, you'll only make that mistake once, once is enough," she added as she zipped herself up, then talked softly with Jacob. "While your on your back, with your thighs parted, taking it, I'll be signing the merger deal with Jacob, he'll buy me out and I can retire, free and clear. Yes, I love thinking about that, living it up somewhere in Europe," she added as she pocketed my panties, then sat me up and helped me into the white top that she had had on before, now it fit me perfectly. I was still partly in shock from being taken by her, having my body stolen and taken with it, plus my company, that had been built up over 20 years, would be merged with another, ceasing to exist essentially. Taking out a handful of hundred dollar bills, at least $2500, he put it in my purse, then tied my top between my heaving breasts. "You'll come to love having breasts Hillary, you;ll enjoy playing with them, and so will your clients," she soflty told me as she caressed them, sending pleasurable sensations through me. "Don't do this, whatever he?s paying you, I'll double, you'll get it," I pleaded with her as she accepted a folder from him. "The device doesn't give me access to your memories, so this contains all relevant information, bank accounts, passwords, other personal information. But I'll keep you close so that when it can allow me to access your memories, we'll trade them, then you will see how I grew up, and how I felt when I was being denied a job just because I worked as an escort," she told me as she handed me my purse and helped me to my feet. "Now, your pimps name is Mario, he's tough, but fair. You are his favourite, so he will take you in the mornings, but for most of the day, unless your booked somewhere, your allowed to rest. Your parents arent talking to you, not since they found out that you were a stripper and escort, their pride and joy, they disowned you, so there's no going to them for help". she added as I found out just how screwed I really was. Teetering a bit in my now new 5 ? inch mary janes, I walked in them and was lead through what was now her apartment. "You cant do this, I'll talk, you cant take all this away from me," I said defiantly, then cried out and jumped as one of them spanked me hard. "Quiet, I've already taken it from you, no one will believe you if you tell them that you're a rich male CEO of a major R&D corporation, if you tell Mario that, he'll just take you up the ass and spank you until you say something that makes sense to him, so go ahead and try it, see how far it gets you," she told me as I was made to put on her jacket, then I was lead out and back down the elevator to the lobby. I felt so strange, scared, trapped. I took in my new scent, the way my top, knee high socks and mary janes fitted me so tightly. The feel of my miniskirt and slip against my upper thighs reminded me of who and what I was now. Lead past our concierge, he just nodded at me and smiled, having no idea that I was one of his tenants inside. A Mercedes sat parked not far from the apartment building. When we got closer, Jacob took off his latex mask, showing me his familiar face now. I assumed that the man who got out of the car was the real escort of Hillary, as he took $1500 dollars from Jacob and guided me into the back of the car. "You took her to her client, and took her back to her pimp, nothing else happened. In 3 weeks time, you'll get your stock options from me and retire, but for now, stay where you are and act your part," he said to the real escort, then walked out of sight. Frozen in the back, I slowly caressed my smooth thighs and calves, still not believing that they were really mine. How could my own employees have betrayed me, then it hit me. Jacob had no intention of sharing wealth, he would probably have Hillary killed, and anyone else who knew about his deal or the memory transference device. Trying the doorknob, I found it locked from the outside as the driver got in, started up the car and drove off with me."So Hillary, everything went well, you have the money he gave you" he asked me, clearly unaware that the pretty face he was looking at hid the mind of a male. "Umm,,yes, I have it, all of it," I nervously told him as I held onto the purse holding condoms and other items that id need now as a female. Sitting still in the back, I looked back at my apartment building as I was driven away from it, through the city and to the suburbs. This late at night, almost no one was on the streets, which made me happy. I was embarrassed to be seen in the schoolgirl outfit, even though it was made for me now, I tugged at the hem of my plaid skirt and wished that it was longer. As he drove me, he started to talk to me, "Yep, in a few weeks time, I'll have more money than I know what to do with, that I wont have to share with Mario. I'll be able to retire myself, start the caf? I've been wanting to start up for years," he told me as I learned more about Hillary's escort. After 10 or 15 mins, according to the ladies watch around my slender wrist, he stopped the car in front of a two storey house and opened my door from the outside. Still feeling confused and out of place, I let him take my hand and walked me from the car up to the front door of the house. Unlocking it, he lead me in and followed me. The inside was a bit of a mess, but was being vacuumed and cleaned by three women, all wearing satin French maid outfits. With their short flared skirts, fishnet stockings,5in stilettos and hourglass figures, they looked almost out of place. "Ah, my Hillary is back, I take it that all went well," I heard a male voice say from my side, making me almost jump and spin. "Umm, yes, it all went,?.., well," I softly replied as he took my purse from me and found the money that I had been paid. As I watched on, he took it all out and counted out $500 dollars, then put it back in the purse. "There, don't look so shocked, you know that there are overheads here, $500 dollars is good money, now go upstairs and have a shower, your needed with Janet and Justine for a private party with the 49ers tomorrow," he told me calmly, then spanked me and pointed upstairs. Blushing and fuming as he spanked me and treated me like a slut, I quietly went upstairs. My 5in mary janes tapped on the stairs and floor as I reached the second floor. Walking along the hallway, I stopped as I saw a door with Hillary written on it, then walked inside. As far as rooms go, it wasn't bad, not as good as the main bedroom in my penthouse apartment, but not a dive either. A double bed dominated the room, along with a wardrobe, TV, a make up table and a desk. Inside the wardrobe, I found a wide variety of outfits, some themed, schoolgirl, maid, nurse, cheerleader. Various miniskirts, mini dresses, and on the floor of it were at least 10 pairs of heels, knee high boots, platforms, ankle boots, all with 3,4 or 5in heels on them. In the dresser, I found a similar varied selection of lingerie, satin and silk mainly, thong panties were clearly her favourite, or of her pimp. Finding an envelope in the bottom drawer, I opened it up to find money in it. Sitting on the bed, I counted it out and found $3,000 in it. Was that all there was, or was there more hidden in the room somewhere. It was clearly her meagre cut of her earnings, her pimp wasn't generous at all. Knowing that I couldn't leave here, not without being seen by the men downstairs, I changed from my schoolgirl outfit into a pink satin baby doll nightie, the only thing that covered me the most, even if it did leave my legs and cute ass nearly exposed. Curling up in her bed, I listened to what was going on downstairs and planned my next move. Being in the body of an escort, and a particularly beautiful one at that, that gave me power. My mother had been born beautiful, and she used that as a weapon, so I would do no less, id find a way out of this if it was the last thing I ever did. Next morning, I was woken up by one of the other girls, who told me her name, Justine, and told me to have a shower before I went out on today's assignment. With every movement, I was reminded that I was female, the weight of my breasts on my chest, the sway of my hips, the toe first way that I walked, not to mention the knowledge that I had to deal with periods, they all conspired to make me feel more trapped and feminine. Having a shower as a female was another new experience. My skin was a lot more sensitive, plus my breasts and pussy were very sensitive to touch. I was almost scared to touch myself there, as if to touch was to admit defeat. Curiosity soon got the better of me and my hand teased my hairless pussy and bit back a moan as a wave of pleasure went through me. Knowing that if I brought myself to orgasm, id cave in and never want my male body back, I stopped myself and had as normal a shower as possible. Lathering up my petite body, I washed it with the scented body wash and was soon smelling of wild flowers, a scent I loved to smell on a woman, now it was me that smelled like that. Washing my long midnight black hair as well, I soon had it smelling sweet, then turned off the shower and stepped out to dry myself. I had to get out of here, but where would I go, I couldn't go home, and even if I could get to Hillary's parents, she said they had disowned her. Was she lying or was she telling the truth, only she knew that. Wrapping the towel around my upper body after I had dried myself off, another new experience to add to the numerous weird experiences as Hillary, I returned to what was now my room to find a San Francisco 49ers cheerleaders uniform laying on my bed. A corresponding skirt and crop top, socks and sneakers, naturally in my size. Knowing that id only get a hard spanking if I refused to do this, I dried my long hair, then changed into the short skirt, crop top and socks. Stepping into a pair of red silk thong panties, I slid them up all the way up to my hips, then slipped my feet into the sneakers. After putting my hair into a ponytail behind me, which was easy as I had long hair when I was younger, I applied make up as best I could. I remembered what my previous girlfriends had done and copied them as best I could. Thankfully Janet came in to check on me, saw the bad job I was doing, and helped me out. She transformed my face from that of a clown to that of a sexual kitten. Looking back at my reflection, I just knew that no man could resist my charms. Looking back, I knew that if I had been male, id have asked her out in a hot second, now I was the one that would be asked. Taking Janet's hand, I followed her downstairs to where Mario and Justine were waiting. "Ah there you are, you test me at times Hillary, if you weren't such a good earner, I'd have sent you away a long time ago, now, you know what to do, what to accept and what not to accept. I want them to become repeat customers so don't do anything to disappoint or anger them," he instructed us as we stood there, then gave us our bags. On the way to the hotel, I looked inside mine. Inside were at least 10 condoms, KY Jelly, and several sex toys, a vibrator and dildo. Blushing as I now had the right equipment to use them, I realised that I may have to use them in front of the players, and use the KY Jelly to lubricate their cocks, something that scared me even more. Instead of going in through the front, as I thought we would, we were let in via the service entrance and up by the elevator to their hotel room on one of the top floors. Anyone else that entered the elevator would have had quite a ride, surrounded by 3 nubile, sexy, hot cheerleaders. Lead by our escort to the hotel room that they were in, he knocked on the door and one of the players opened it up. A smile came to his face as he saw us there as well, Justine blew him a sexy kiss while Janet waved at him in that way that women do. Unsure if I should do something sexy or not, I blew him a kiss as well. "Oh yes, one of the perks of being the most valuable players of the team, hey guys, room service is here," he called to another room as he let us in. Checking us out as we walked by, he whistled softly and closed the door behind us. Leading us through to one of the main living rooms, we saw 6 other tall, well built men stand up at once, linebackers built like The Rock and almost unsure what to do with us as we stood there. Janet started things off by walking up to the closest footballer and grinding up against him as her hand found his cock and squeezed it gently, making him squirm and gasp softly. He soon got over it and easily lifted her up and carried her into one of the bedrooms. She giggled and crooked her finger at another footballer, who followed behind his friend. With their door closed, it was just Justine and myself. Justine continued by reaching into her bag for one of the sexy toys she had been given, a purple dildo in the shape of an 8in cock, then guided me onto the coffee table and flipped my skirt up. My heart pounded faster as I felt like a puppet, silently going along with all of this. As I tried to get up, her hand pushed down on my firm ass, then I felt the dildo against my silk thong. Closing my eyes, I smiled and parted my thighs as she continued to tease me, drawing it out and putting on a show for our eager audience. She had one of them come closer and had him slide my panties down, which made my musky aroma fill the air around me, a scent I was used to smelling from aroused women, now I was that aroused woman. Unable to stop myself, my pleas turned to moans as his real cock replaced the dildo she was teasing me with. I turned to see him putting a condom on, then had my head turned to face another, who had his cock out, not hard, but not completely limp either. I stared wide eyed at it, knowing that I couldn't possibly accept that in my mouth. I was desperately trying to hold onto my male instincts and wants. Before I could shake my head, I screamed out as a cock, from the guy behind me, slid deep into my moist pussy. Hillary was clearly used to this and able to take big cocks in her, because I didn't feel as much pain as I should have. As my mouth opened, the one in front of me quickly forced his thick cock into my warm mouth. Wide eyed, I tried to pull back, only to be impaled further on the one behind me, but when I moved forward, the cock in my mouth was forced deeper as well. What was happening to me, I was a powerfull CEO, I didn't have to put up with this. As I tried to pull back, I was impaled further again, trapped and helpless between two well hung footballers who looked as if they could break me in half without any effort on their part. Panicing, I suckled on the cock filling my mouth almost instinctively as it slid deeper into my mouth. Trapped, I let go and let my instincts take over, Hillarys instincts. I whimpered and gazed up at the one in front of me. He played with my long hair as he made me deep throat his cock, then pulled back when I began to run out of air. Hillary was used to this and even enjoyed it, but I wasn't, I wouldn't, I couldn't enjoy it. The thick cock buried in my pussy from behind said otherwise as waves of pleasure went through me, bringing moans and gasps from my gagged mouth. Pinned between them, I shook as the one behind me came, only his condom kept his cum contained. I orgasmed regardless and shook, only to gag as the one in front of me spurted his cum into my warm, busy mouth. Unable to pull back, I swallowed his thick cum down as fast as I can. His cum didn't taste so bad, which worried me. If I didn't hate the taste of his thick cum, then Hillary clearly fed on a lot of cum. Hating this more than ever, I coughed as he pulled out of my mouth, then the one behind me slid out of my moist pussy. "I'm so glad I scored so high at the last game, there are perks to being one of the most valued players," he said, then lightly spanked me and got changed. Still resting on all fours, I gazed up as Justine walked in front of me, knelt down and kissed me. Feeling almost male again, I returned her sexy French kiss, savoring it as her hands found my hanging breasts and caressed them, playing with my sensitive nipples as I moaned and gazed up at her. "The party isn't over Hillary, we have two more men to satisfy," she whispered to me, then helped me to my feet. Leaning against her, she walked me out to the bathroom where they were waiting. Justine turned to the one by the bench while the one waiting in the shower stall took hold of my slender wrist and lead me into it. As he towered over me, I heard Justine's cries as she was impaled on him. Still nervous and unsure, I stared down at his thick, eager cock, then knelt down to stroke it. Used to stroking my own cock, I felt shame at what I was doing. It throbbed between my soft hands as I stroked it, then his hand guided me closer towards it. Knowing full well what he wanted, I swallowed my male pride and accepted the second cock of the day into my mouth. As he thrust into my mouth, I did my best not to gag as it was huge, bigger than the one id had before. When he was hard and fully ready, he stood me up, spun me around, had me slip a condom on his cock, then pulled me forward, driving his cock deep inside me. All the while, I was thinking of Hillary, living my life, enjoying my company and funds while I was being roughly taken by well built gridiron players. After we had both cum, I was lead out by him to the main room where they had us perform some easy routines. Being flexible in Hillary's body, we did our best and put on a good show for our eager audience, now I knew part of what real cheerleaders went through. When one of them put their last game on, they had us take off our outfits and serve them drinks. Knowing that no one could see in, they had us straddle them on the couches, roughly taking us again as they watched themselves on TV. Hillary would have enjoyed herself, but I only felt low and used. When it got dark, countless hours after we had first arrived, we each had a shower to wash off the sweat and cum from our couplings, changed, and were taken out by the same way to the waiting car. They had clearly paid our money to our pimp beforehand, as he had us each come into his bedroom, the master bedroom naturally, and gave us each $1000 dollars. Considering my small cut last night, I could tell that he had been paid 10 times that for each of us to be there. I held onto my male memories as I stood under the shower, trying to wash it all off. I still felt dirty, a stain I couldn't wash off no matter how long I stood under the water. The next two weeks was one long sex fest. From private parties to secret couplings with business execs, biker gatherings and acting as company for others, it was job after job. I tried not to feel revulsion and shame at what I was doing, I told myself that I didn't have a choice, that id be hurt if I refused to work. That revelation came from Janet, who told me that one previous girl, who had refused to work one night, was taken away by him, and was never seen there again. A few days later, she saw an article in the paper, saying that she had been found dead. Naturally, the death of a prostitute didn't lead to any task forces being formed, and that was two years ago. That told me something about him, that he would do whatever it took to keep his girls compliant and working, bringing him money to fund his lifestyle. His pride and joy was his 1966 black Corvette Roadster, which he kept well cared for in its fully restored condition. Clearly no expense was spared on it. I soon got used to a routine, appointments, The beauty sessions, pedicures and manicures just before the really important clients, Mario liked us to look like ladies, but act like whores in private. Every second night, id change into my own French maids outfit, Hillarys maids outfit anyway, and help to clean up the house while Mario's employees watched us. More like henchmen, they watched us, but never made a move on us. Clearly their fear of Mario was more than their lust for us. Two nights later, I was in the executive boardroom of one of the top law firms in San Francisco, wearing only a torn blouse and bra. My panties and skirt were on the floor as my client for the night thrust into me, fulfilling his fantasy of taking his secretary on the central table. I made all the right sounds, moans, cries. Even if I didn't enjoy what I was, I forced myself to look and sound like I loved it. Id learned to fake orgasms and milk a cock buried deep inside me. Shuddering as I orgasmed for real this particular time, I smiled and curled up onto my side as he pulled out of me, then took off the condom and zipped his pants back up. "Rest up for a few minutes, and I'll take you down to your minder," he told me as he picked up my panties, put them into his pocket and left the room. As soon as he was gone, I slid across to where my bag had been dumped, took a rag out, and wiped up my juices with it. Noticing a newspaper on one of the chairs, I opened it up and looked through it. Skipping through to the business section, I froze as I saw the main article on the first page. It was on the merger between Jacobs corporation and my former one. From the size of the article, it was a very big deal. Knowing that my corporation was being taken from me, I wiped away tears. Everything that I'd worked for, inherited and sacrificed for, was now gone, I got dressed again and was lead down to where my escort for the night was waiting. He was the same one that had picked me up the very night that my mind was swapped with that of Hillary. Sitting in the back, I crossed my long legs and counted out the money that I had been paid, $700 dollars, of which I'd see about $100 maybe. As we got closer to Mario's home, we saw the flashing lights of police cars before we got near the house. With quick reactions, he slowed the car down and turned down a side street. Stopping the car, he told me to stay in the back and got out to sneak closer to get a good look at what they were doing there. 10 minutes later, he nearly jumped into the drivers seat and looked back at me, "They're all parked outside his place, whatever they're after, they're loaded for bear and are doing a search of the house. I saw Mario sitting on the lawn, cuffed, with officers watching him. Maybe they're arresting him for running a prostitution ring, or for something worse. In either case, we'll have to stay somewhere until we know more," he told me, then started the car up and drove away. Parking the car at one of the hotels in the city, he got out and had me follow him in. Paying cash, he checked us in and lead me up to our room. Letting me in, he closed the door behind us and made two phone calls as I sat down on the bed. Only able to hear his end of the conversation, I could tell that it didn't bode well for Mario, clearly, his house had been raided and was being searched for evidence linking him to the murder of Sarah Devoe, the girl that had been killed for refusing to work one night for him. It made sense now, why he was so worried, he was afraid of being linked to that. From listening in, I found out that two cops in the SFPD were on the take, supplying Mario of impending raids and anything else that he may want to know. One had been arrested on an unrelated matter, and the one that my escort was talking to was safe for the moment, but for how long, he didn't know. Hanging up, he sat down and took of his jacket and tie. "We stay here for the night, I should know then if he's been cleared or still under arrest. I told him to clean up better, how did they know," he said almost to himself as I took off my own jacket, then walked into the bathroom to have a shower. I felt dirty and unclean, as I did after every client. Morning came soon enough, and I stirred under the covers, ready for anything. If Mario was still under arrest, I was free, almost. If he wasn't, then he would only find me if I ran off. Wearing just my bra, I sat up and found my escort drinking from a bottle of liquor that he had taken from the bar fridge. "So what's the verdict, where do we go from here," I asked him as he turned to me. "No, he'd under arrest. One of his employees tried to force himself on Janet. Mario argued with him and killed him. He was about to roll him into a carpet to sneak him out when Narcotics officers raided his house. They had the wrong house, so it turns out, but they saw the body and arrested him on the spot. We wont be seeing him anytime this decade or next.". "We move now, I know a place we can stay at, then I'll go to someone know, he'll find work for me. You'll stay with me, I'm not letting go of you, I've wanted to have you ever since Mario first brought you in, and now your finally mine," he told me as I shook my head and got out from under the covers. "No, I've had enough, I'm not doing this any longer. The more I do it, the dirtier I feel. I'm getting changed and I'm leaving," I told him as I reached for my skirt, only to be backhanded by him as he lunged at me. Crying out as I landed on the bed, I pressed a hand to my eye as my head throbbed from the hit. "Your not leaving me, I'll kill you if you do, just like I killed Sarah, two whores, with the same gun," he said as he took out his silenced 9mm pistol and aimed it at me. "Now, your going to suck me, and I'm going to think about whether to kill you or spare you," he stated as he dragged me off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. Rage and fear filled me as I felt the silencer against the top of my head. "Ok, I'll do it, don't kill me," I pleaded with him as I unzipped his pants and guided his cock into my shaking mouth. Sliding my lips back and forth, I suckled hard on it just as I had learned to in the last two weeks that I had been in Hillarys body. I felt it go harder and thicker as I suckled and forced it deeper into my mouth. I heard his breathing increase and the gun shook in his hand. Gasping and moaning, he thrust into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I deep throated him, surprising him and ensuring that the gun slipped onto the bed. Glancing up at it, I saw the grip just in sight, then bit down hard on his cock. His response was instantaneous, he bucked and screamed out in pain. Tasting blood on my tongue, I pulled back and reached for the gun as he fell back onto the bed, his hands reaching for his bleeding cock as I stood up and aimed the gun at him. Having gone to various shooting ranges in my many years, I put the safety off and chambered a round just in case. "What's the matter, don't you like that," I asked him as he lay on his side, his hands pressed to his crotch. "You crazy bitch, crazy bitch," he said over and over as he moaned in pain. "I'm not your bitch, I'm nobody's bitch, now I'm leaving, don't try to stop me," I told him as I backed away from him, then put my skirt, blouse and matching jacket back on. Slipping on my heels as well, I picked up my bag and took his wallet from his jacket pocket. Counting out at least 2 grand, I slipped it into my bag and dropped his wallet on the floor. "I'll find you, I'll find you for what you've done to me, there's nowhere you can go that I wont find you," he told me between moans as he glared back at me. Smiling sweetly as I heard that, I aimed the gun back at him. "Well then, id better make sure that you wont be able to follow me," I replied, then took out a pair of handcuffs from my bag, left over from a previous job. "Cuff yourself to the headboard, its either that, or I shoot you in both knees," I told him calmly, very calmly in fact. He must have known I was serious as he cuffed his wrists to the headboard of the bed, then gagged him. "That's better, now to make sure you wont follow me," I added, then pulled his pants all the way down, and wiped down the gun, wiping off all of my fingerprints. I spent several more minutes wiping my fingerprints off every surface that I remembered touching, which wasn't much, then placed the gun on a table in plain sight of the door. "Housekeeping will be here in an hour or two, they'll get a surprise when they see you cuffed there, your pants around your ankles, and the gun in sight". "They'll call the cops, naturally, wont you have a lot to explain when they get here," I told him in my sweetest voice as he pulled at the gag and struggled to free his wrists. "I'll even make an anonymous call to 911, telling them that my ?client' talked about killing Sarah Devoe, that will make the cops love you even more," I added, and laughed at his frantic struggles. "I'm sure I'll read about you in the papers, don't go anywhere now," I said to him, blew him a kiss, then left the room. Closing the door behind me, I walked as fast as I can in my heels to the elevator and took it to the lobby. Leaving by a side exit, I leaned against the wall and thought about what I'd just done. I was in the body of a prostitute, with no home, little money and no shelter. Then it hit me, why it didn't hit me before I'll never know, my secret password accounts. The ones I had set up in case I needed funds in a major hurry, or I woke up in a strange place without any money or ID on me. Chances are it wouldn't happen, but you never knew. I could access them as Hillary, as I had let friends access the accounts at times, then changed the passwords. As long as my male body was alive, the accounts would stay accessable. Barely able to contain my joy, I pressed my hands over my lips, then put on my shades and took a taxi to the closest bank that I could access one of my accounts at. I would be Hillary for the rest of my life, I knew that as I glanced down at my toned thighs, calves and crossed legs, my sling back heels dangling sensually from my toes. Exiting the taxi, I paid the driver, made that 911 call that I said I would from a nearby payphone, then walked in. Asking for the manager, I spoke to him, giving him the password, then the amount that I wanted to take out, $10,000 dollars. I had to give him another one to confirm things, then smiled as I left $10,000 dollars richer. I didn't have to show any ID at all, as I had wanted discreetness when I set up the accounts in the first place. I had wanted occasional others to be able to access them, never realising that one day I'd be one of those occasional others. I spent up big that day, buying myself a new wardrobe, a better quality business suit/skirt combo, some top quality jewellery that I could hock if I had to, my first truly casual clothes, and had a professional makeover at a salon, something I did on a whim. That night, I checked into a different hotel and settled into my room for the night. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my body. Hillary did indeed have a very hot body, perfect D cup breasts, a trim belly, wide hips and long, graceful legs which lead to a pair of very sexy feet. I looked different as a blonde, something I did to alter my appearance. After ordering room service, I made a point to tip well, I changed into a satin thong panty and lavender coloured chemise and settled into bed. The next day, after taking $200,000 from my accounts in several different banks, I bought a newspaper and read it while enjoying a star bucks cappachino. Reading the third page, I smiled at what I saw. My escort had indeed been arrested in the hotel room. Room service had called the cops when they saw the gun, and enjoyed a good laugh at the position that he was in. He was in custody right now, charged with Sarah Devoe's murder when ballistics matched the bullets to that which had killed Sarah, at least her death was avenged. Plus, Mario was in custody as well, charged with murder. I was free and clear. Flicking through the next pages, I stopped as I noticed an article about a CEO being found dead in his car. It seemed that Jacobs car had gone off the road when his brakes had failed, Hillary was behind it, I just knew it, killing him before he could kill her. But under that, was another article, saying that yet another CEO, a former one, was in ICU, on life support, after being shot by what the cops thought was a botched mugging. It said that he wasn't expected to pull through, as he was in critical condition and on life support. It meant I had to move fast, visit as many banks as possible, empty the password accounts before my male bodies death had them closed. I worked fast over the next two days, and by the time she had died of her injuries, I had "liberated' $950,000 of my money, out of a total of 2 million dollars that I put into them, it wasn't a bad amount, enough to set myself up somewhere. The bank managers knew to have any footage of the people that got money from my password accounts erased, so there would be no footage of me entering or leaving the banks. But where to go, where was a single, good looking, hot woman to move to. I couldn't stay in San Francisco, it was too hot to stay here. I decided on San Diego, far enough, yet still in the United States. I took the next bus there, set up new back accounts as I carried Hillarys ID with me at all times, made that easier. Buying a house along the coast, I bought stocks in companies I knew were going to go big. As I had had interests in them before the swap, I knew that the technologies they were developing would ensure that their values went up. I bought in some I knew weren't, just to throw off any potential SEC investigations. To get out and meet people, I had started work at a bar frequented by navy personnel. I met a lot and became friendly with quite a few. The technologies that my company had been developing would ensure their survival and keep them safe in the uncertain future. I always dressed sensually, miniskirt and low cut top, or a figure hugging mini dress, the more I showed, the bigger my tips were. Its amazing how men can be distracted by a cute smile and a low cut top, as a man, I had been taken in by enough women that dressed to impress, now I was that woman that proudly showed off her assets, but didn't act like a total slut. I soon showed the owner how to properly balance his accounts one night, when I heard him talking on the phone to his bank, I told him that I was good with figures and after taking a quick look at his books, I found the problem. His accountant had been ripping him off for over a year now. Word was that the owner of the bar was a former navy seal, not one that you wanted as an enemy. I of course didn't ask, and no seal would confirm or deny that they were, but he looked like he could have been one. After a heart to heart conversation between the owner, Michael, and his guilty accountant, he agreed to give back what he had stolen and leave the city. Given what he was, his accountant got off lightly. The next night, Michael hired me as his new accountant as well, running the books between shifts. So I had three jobs, working behind the bar, balancing the books, and my other night job, as an exotic stripper at home. Run through an online sex site called the Skunk Works, it was a site that you had to be a member of. I knew what the real Skunk Works was, and while it wasn't anything like it, it drew you in and made you want to know more, pure curiosity. I had no idea why the name was chosen, but my theory was that the name sounded mysterious and cool. It featured streaming video of some of the sexiest women in San Diego, stripping off and putting on shows for members. I had been a member of it when I had been male, so I had begun performing on cam three times a week. I was going by the name Dawn on it, as I usually got up at dawn, and its when I logged in and got ready. With a long red wig on and a mask covering the top half of my face, I put on sexy stripteases, shows and how to advice. I had done similar work when I was Mario's whore, but this time, I was the one in control, on my terms. I was empowered by what I had gone through and refused to let it destroy me. The money I got every Thursday for my sexy strips on cam was an added benefit as well. I turned down most offers for dates, mostly they were from civilian contractors and navy men who were half or mostly gone anyway. There were few brawls there, as those who had too much to drink had friends who did their best to stay sober and diffused any fights before they began. I didn't know if I could or should date. I didn't want to be thought of as frigid, a harsh term, but I didn't want to be known as too loose either. I reluctantly accepted a date, a friend of Michaels who was single and was a stand up kind of guy. I took my time getting ready, the right dress, jewellery, make up, sexy heels, my hair freshly washed and braided. I found myself wanting to look my best, one of the many changes that I had gone through since I let Hillary through my front door. I must have checked my appearance a hundred times before I left my house. I looked amazing every time, which is why guys will wait as long as they have to for dates or girlfriends to get ready, the finished product is worth the wait. Meeting him at a mid priced restaurant, I saw on his face that he liked what he saw. Standing up as I approached him, he leaned forward to kiss me and seated me. We ordered and talked until our meals arrived. I told him a story that he would believe, making up things and fudging things over when I needed to. I didn't want to tell him that the woman sitting across him was a former whore and victim of a mind swapping device, he didn't need that can of worms opened up on him. I found out that he worked for a think tank, worked odd hours at times, had joined the armed forces as soon as he could, and wanted to find love and have a family. We were about the same biological age and he could barely take his eyes off me, as if afraid that I would disappear on him. After finishing our meal and wine, which I actually enjoyed, he guided me to my feet and walked me to the small dance area, where he surprised me by being a very good dancer, something that I wasn't. I had to switch mindsets from the male prospective to the female prospective. After I had done that, it got a lot easier. He didn't press me for sex after we left. He walked me to my car and saw me off. That dawn, when I was slowly undressing for my eager audience and running a hot pink dildo over my satin covered pussy, I thought about him and nearly orgasmed as I thought of myself on top of him, letting him take me on my bed. The different brain, hormones and other influences had completely changed me. I didn't desire women as much as I once did, I wanted men a lot more in that way. I couldn't fight it, I could only accept that as a woman, I had different needs and wants. With that in mind, I called him and set up another date. This time, I was a lot more open with him, but held back on things that would only make him think the worst of me. We talked until the proprietors of the restaurant told us they had to close, then I invited him to my home. With my extensive experience and newfound need for a man in my life, I teased and tempted him until he undressed me and dominated me, keeping me bent over on my bed as he thrust into me from behind. We must have been at it for hours that night and I clearly wore him out because he slept for 8 hours straight. That was two months ago, and here I sit, getting ready for another date. I just know he's going to propose to me, and if he's not, then he's not far from it. Life has a habit of surprising you and taking you down off ramps just when you least expect it. I don't miss my former life, the endless worries, meetings, it was slowly killing me and keeping me from meeting someone, but now, I have fewer worries and more freedoms. I'd better get ready to go then, I don't want to stand him up, not tonight of all nights. End of story. Try not to nitpick if things don't quite fit. Just read the story and accept it for the work of fiction that it is. I hope you like it, and also, I wish that my real love life was as good as my characters love life.