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Adjoining Rooms It was always a week I looked forward to- the plumbing and fixture convention in Las Vegas. Not so much for the new faucets and shower heads, but for the party atmosphere. It was an excuse to get away from the humdrum of office sales for a little while. I'd already planned out my week; meet with some big clients the first day of the show, then cruise control for four days. As long as I was productive that first day, I'd be golden. The clients knew it too. So did the hookers that hung around the hotel lounges. I had a room next to Ken, my good friend from work. He was one of those rugged go-getter types, and we played good-cop, bad-cop well; he used the high-pressure tactics and I came along to calmly close the deal. We had adjoining rooms where we hoped to set up a party central suite, but the adjoining door on his side was stuck for some reason. He suggested we get two other rooms, but the hotel was booked solid. Apparently everybody wanted to know about low-water use toilets this year. Our first day was spectacular. We signed contracts with a couple of the 'big-box' hardware stores, and the rest of the trip would be gravy. Ken and I went out of the Strip to celebrate our good fortune, and I practically had to carry him back to his room. He was snoring before his head hit the pillow. I thought about stripping him out of his clothes, but said the hell with it. I shut his door quietly and went to my room next door I opened my room and as I flung my clothes aside to get ready for a shower, I saw that the door connecting the adjoining rooms was ajar. We'd mentioned it to the front desk; I guess they'd sent someone up to fix it. There was light coming through from the other side; I could have sworn I'd left the room dark; was Ken up and about? I pushed on the door, peeking in, and instead of Ken passed out, there was a beautifully buxom woman in the flimsiest of negligees. She was sitting on a large circular bed, not the standard hotel issue that I'd left Ken passed out on. The lights were dim but this looked like one of the fancier suites. I wasn't sure how my room was connected, but in my somewhat inebriated state, I didn't quite care. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. "Um, where's Ken?" I asked. "There's no Ken here," she said in a smoky voice. The low light played off those incredible mounds that rose and fell with every breath she took. "There's just me." "That's impossible," I said. I briefly considered that I was in the wrong room somehow, but I went back to my door and checked the room number. I was where I belonged. I took out the key to Ken's room, went next door, opened it and there he was in the dark, snoring away. I turned on the lights just to make sure he wasn't playing a prank on me- that'd be just like him. But there was no one anywhere in his room. And the door from his room to mine was jammed so tightly shut it looked like it was welded. This was thoroughly strange. I chalked it up to my own impaired state. But when I went back to my room, the suite door was open. Walking through it into the next room, I felt a small breeze, and it felt warmer and full of perfumey aromas. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The woman was there again. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "This is supposed to be Ken Graham's room." "I could ask you the same question," she smiled. "That's supposed to be Bonnie Rocket's room." I laughed. "Bonnie Rocket? Really?" "Well, let her launch and you'll find out. Or you could just let me play with that Twizzler in your boxer briefs." I'd completely forgotten that all I was wearing were those briefs and there was a rather large tent in the front of them. I had a moment of 'this won't end well' thoughts, but my drunken horniness won out. I moved closer and let her hand worm its way inside my Calvins. I could see her face more clearly now and it was familiar somehow. But when she put my cock in her mouth, all such thoughts went out the window. Before long I was laying on her bed while she straddled me, guiding my rock- hard dick into her dripping, steamy pussy. Her perfect tits were soft and wonderful in my hands as I groped them with every shimmy she did on my unit. She was full of purpose as she growled at me to give her my cum. "I need it baby, give me that man juice from that hot cock of yours. Fuck me, baby! Ahh! Make me cum!" My cock was caught up in that wonderful fleshy blender of a cunt of hers. She practically willed me to a bone-shattering orgasm, grinding her clit against me, sweat dripping off her erect nipples. I was a virtual spunk faucet, unable to stop spasming loads into her until my balls cried out in agony. Somehow I managed to limp back through the door to my room and shut it behind me. I crashed into my bed face first. The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing. It was Ken. "Dude, you still asleep? Let's go! I want one last crack at those King Hardware guys!" I shook my head, trying to loosen the cobwebs. "Ummmm, okay. Hey are you....all right?" Ken cackled. "Yeah, I got pretty trashed last night. I vaguely remember you guiding me back to my room." "Yeah. And where are you now?" I heard a knock on the door. "I'm at your door, man. Get a move on!" "All right. Let me take a shower and I'll meet you in your room in ten minutes." I raced through my morning routine and took two Advils for the throbbing headache I had. When I was ready, I knocked on Ken's door. He opened it, not looking much the worse for wear. I walked inside secretly sniffing for any trace of that perfume from last night. There was none. His room looked pretty much the way I would have expected it. I had to ask anyway. "Did you have a, you know, a hooker up here last night?" "Bob, you've got to be kidding. I was polluted. I passed out in my clothes. Why do you ask?" "I dunno, I just heard.....a lot of noise last night, that's all. Probably came from some other room." "C'mon, let's go after those King boys. He flashed me that grin of his and I realized that he was disarmingly handsome. I always knew it; it just never felt like he was handsome to ME before. It was a weird feeling and I tried to suppress it and focus on the job at hand. Things went well with the King folks. They had an opening in their foursome for a round of golf, which I gladly declined in favor of Ken. He'd probably get the credit for bringing the account on board, but I was a little too jangled up for golf right now. He put his arm on my shoulder, and I turned around to look at those beautiful blue eyes, I turned and for a split-second I almost kissed him. Recovering quickly, I whispered in his ear, "Don't fuck it up." It was kind of an awkward move, and Ken had a funny look on his face before he decided I was just kidding around. We went back to our rooms and he said, "Rest up, Bob, we've got a long night ahead of us!" I flopped on my bed, not knowing what to make of all this, just knowing that I had a hard-on thinking about my friend. I napped for about half an hour, and when I awoke, I smelled the perfume again. I pinched myself so hard to make sure I wasn't dreaming that I drew blood. I was awake all right. As I got closer to the door between the rooms I smelled something besides perfume. I smelled sex. There she was. Her name was Chloe. I knew it because somewhere in the middle of all that fucking last night she'd told me. Chloe was now on all fours on her bed, a tattooed bodybuilder type taking her doggy style. With each thrust, a little gasp escaped her lips. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and motioned me over. Before long, she had my cock out and it was getting jammed down her throat with every thrust of the bodybuilder. He was smooth and hairless, all rippling muscle and glistening skin. Chloe maneuvered me slowly but surely onto the bed, her mouth never letting go of my shaft, her saliva dripping down onto my balls and asshole. She pushed my head gently but firmly under her shaved labia, only inches away from the pounding cock of the bodybuilder. The smell of hot sex, the mixture of perfume and musk, was intoxicating and I inhaled deeply. Then she bucked her hips and the bodybuilder's immense slab of meat popped out and slapped me in the face, showering me with Chloe's sticky cunt juices. I had a moment of indecision, but he took care of that by leaning forward and jamming his cock in my mouth. I was stunned, but the warm shaft felt good on my tongue. He grunted as he forced his hard shaft down my throat, nearly choking me when he shot a load of his jizz in my mouth. It tasted weird, but I didn't dare do anything but swallow it. I felt him tremble, and another load gushed into me, followed by a few smaller squirts. It didn't taste so bad, I decided. "Man, Rocky, I fuck you for twenty minutes, he sucks you off for ten seconds and he gets all the good stuff. It's not fair," she pouted. Rocky was already zipping up. "I'll be back with some friends a little later and make it up to you," he said. I lay there motionless, still trying to catch up to what had just happened. Rocky's sperm was drying on my face and I still had the taste of him in my mouth. Had I really just swallowed a man's cum? Chloe turned her attention to me. "You're such a little slut. But you're cute. So if I can't have his cum in my pussy, the least I can do is rub my cunt all over that cum-splattered face of yours." And with that, she rode my tongue like it was a bucking bronco, satisfying herself with a gentle purring orgasm. Once she finished, she kicked me out. "I have to go to work," she said. I headed for the front door but she said "NO!" very loudly, which was a bit startling. "You're not ready.....I mean, you're not wearing anything....," and she turned me around and marched me to the adjoining door. In a daze, I found myself back in my room again. I turned to see the door shut tight behind me. I was going to give it a shove when I heard a knock on the hallway door. Opening it and craning my neck out, there was a woman dressed in the concierge outfit- maroon blazer, white blouse, middling length black skirt, but I couldn't stop staring at her face. The nameplate on her blazer said 'Celia'. "Good day, sir, I wanted to extend the apologies of the hotel. We were unable to change your rooms as requested. We wanted to offer you a $50 credit at the casino for the inconvenience," she had an envelope in her hand. "Your name is Celia?" I asked. She seemed confused. "Well, yes sir, it is." She sniffed a bit and I realized she was smelling the pussy juice my face was covered with. If she knew what it was she didn't let on. "How long have you worked at the hotel?" "Um, I've been here two weeks, sir." Looking at her, she was a bit drab, with her hair pulled back tightly. There was no way her breasts were anywhere near the size of Chloe next door. She wore not a trace of makeup. And there was no perfume on her. But that face....she was a dead ringer. I realized she was staring at me with a look of anxiety on that face. Poor kid, I was scaring her a bit. "Ummm, thank you Celia." I took the envelope. Her tension eased. "Well sir, if there's anything you need, please feel free to give me a call at the concierge desk." I assured her I would. Then I closed the door, more puzzled than ever. My first priority right now was to take a shower. Second was to grab a nap before evening. I was sure Ken would be howling at the moon again and I needed to keep up, especially after blowing off golf this afternoon. The shower felt good on my head. But halfway through, I realized what I needed was a good soak in a bath. So I let the water run, hot and steamy, and slid down and let the warmth surround me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a relaxing bath like this, and it felt so wonderful..... I woke with a mouthful of water. Sputtering, I sat straight up in the tub. Wow, people drowned that way, I thought. But I'd felt so warm and comfortable that I must have drifted off and just sank under. Gathering myself, I saw that the water was cloudy, and when I scooped it up in my hands I found it was full of hairs, my hairs. My arms were as smooth as a baby's. It was light brown hair so it wasn't ordinarily noticeable, but it was a little disconcerting. Standing up in the tub, it became apparent that I was completely hairless except for the top of my head. Even my chin felt smooth, and I remembered I'd been under the water there too. I looked at the time. I probably had two hours before Ken and the clients got back from golf. I was afraid to nod off again because I'd probably be out for eight hours. Sleep got put to the side anyway, though, when I heard noises from next door and saw it open a crack. Peering in, I saw Rocky and Chloe going at it again. What I didn't see was the arm that grabbed me and pulled me into the room. It belonged to a studly type with shaggy blonde hair. "Look, Buff, I got another one," he said to his tall, chiseled black friend standing on the other side of the door. They'd been wanking their cocks, no doubt enjoying the show. Rocky paused long enough to say to his friends, "That one likes the cock. Have fun." Fun meant getting on all fours while Buff fed me his long shaft. I should have resisted, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. His strong hands on my head made the point moot. I nearly choked on his length multiple times before he backed off a bit. As he did, I felt another pair of hands on my ass, then felt a cold stream of something slippery being poured into my crack. Soon, I felt a finger penetrate my butthole. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. The second finger slid in, and then a third. I was groaning on the cock in my mouth when I felt the fingers retreat only to be replaced by the spongy head of a steely dick. It moved slowly but deliberately inside me. Bud had pulled his own dick out so that he could watch his friend impale me from behind. "Give it to him, Stud!" he cheered. Stud paused for a moment to let me adjust. "This is one tight asshole," he muttered. Then he pushed in further as I moaned and panted. Then, suddenly, he slid all the way into me as if he'd been a perfect fit. I felt like he was welded to my ass, and I tried to wrap my head around the concept. Chloe was screaming orgasmically in the background but I barely noticed. The giant cock filling me from behind was overwhelming. Stud pulled me up by the chest and started pinching and pulling on my nipples until I cried out in a mixture of pain and inhuman arousal. I felt like my mind was being fucked as well as my body. The iron rod of Buff's dick was there in front of me, demanding attention. I didn't care anymore about inhibition, about control, about anything. Here in this room at this very moment I was a little slut servicing two men at once. I grabbed that hard shaft as I wiggled my butt urgently against Stud's dick. I was sending them the signal to use me, to fuck me, to have their way with me. They took the hint, the black cock forcing its way down my throat as Stud's slippery cock violated my anus. Rational thought was banished as I writhed and moaned between them. Buff came first, the thick wads of his cum scalding my throat and coming out my nose. Stud was not far behind, his rigid tool showering me inside with his spunk. I shivered with something that was very much like an orgasm even though my limp cock hardly dribbled anything at all. They left me crumpled on the floor as the three of them left, leaving me alone with Chloe. "Did you enjoy it?" she said. I struggled to find words. I was still in some sort of euphoric state, cum leaking from my ass and mouth. "Yes," I finally croaked. "Good. You're almost ready." I wanted to ask 'ready for what?' but I found speech difficult. My voice kept cracking whenever I tried to say anything. Laying on the floor panting, I figured I'd just let her talk. "I want you back here at 9 o'clock sharp." Listening to her husky voice, I was mesmerized. I would be here. "But first I need to clean you up." With that, she bent my legs back and scooped the remaining dribbles of cum from my anal fuckhole. Then she moved up. "I'll clean off that big clitty of yours, but you have to promise me something." "Anything," I rasped. From nowhere appeared a pair of black bikini panties. "You have to wear these for the evening." They were sexy looking and smelled of her perfume. After she licked me clean down there, she snuggled them on over my smooth hairless legs. They felt divine and they held my clit- ....my dick firmly in place She moved up to my chest and started sucking on my nipples. I was amazed how good they felt after being twisted and pinched by Stud's strong hands. My whole chest felt swollen and tight, but Chloe's tongue made everything better. When she dragged her big titties against my nipples, I felt a tingle up and down my spine. She offered me one of those fabulous globes and I suckled at it like a parched man in the desert. I could taste a bit of her milk on my tongue and it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. She held my head to her breast and I felt dizzy as I was lost in her cleavage, feeding like a newborn. When she pulled her fat nipple away, I sucked at the air, wanting more. But again she kicked me out. "Nine o'clock. Don't be late," she said, pushing me through the door to my room, clad only in a pair of sexy panties. I stood there for I don't know how long, unable to move or think clearly. My ass was sore from the fucking I'd just taken, but at the same time I missed the incredible fullness I'd felt. I finally got up enough strength to pull a Red Bull from the mini-bar and I gulped it down in the hopes it would revive me. I stood in front of the mirror. My hairless body looked back at me. The panties, I had to admit, were kinda cute, and I carried them off better than I would have thought. My little thing made barely a ripple in the line of them. My chest was red and swollen from the abuse it had taken between Stud and Chloe. The puffy nipples remained erect and touching them gave me a shiver straight down my spine. My hair had gotten all mussed, but it seemed longer as well. That wasn't really possible, but then again my encounters with Chloe and her friends shouldn't have been possible either. I shook my hair out with a very feminine move. I wondered if, with a little makeup, I might look..... My cell rang, waking me out of my daydream. It was Ken. "Hey Bob, we're back from the links, and the four of us are at Taranto's." That was the Italian restaurant in the hotel. "C'mon down." Being jarred back to the real world was unpleasant. I threw on a golf shirt and immediately realized that the way it clung to me accented those little semi-titties of mine. I panicked momentarily, but threw on an oxford shirt and a jacket over it, hiding things fairly well. My khaki slacks barely fit over the cheeks of my ass, but the panties made them slide on just a little better. I tried combing my hair as best I could into my 'normal' cut. It was still a little shaggy, but it'd have to do. Looking in the mirror, I pronounced myself good to go. I saw Ken at the back of the restaurant, and he waved. But as I grew closer, a chill came over me, and it wasn't just the air- conditioning..... "Gentlemen," Ken said, "Let me introduce Bob Clark, sales manager. Bob, this is Ricky, Stan and Bud from King Hardware. Stan shot a 73 today. Quite a performance." "I would have had par if I could have sunk a three-foot putt," Stan growled good-naturedly. I stared at them all. I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or be terrorized. They sure looked like the three in Chloe's room not half an hour ago. But they were out playing golf....or were they? "Bob, sit down," Ken said. You look like a cigar-store Indian." I got my wits about me and sat down. Ken and the guys were already into the scotch, but I ordered a light beer. "Wimping out on us tonight, Bob?" Ken teased. "Well, I do have an appointment at 9 PM," I said. Ken leaned in and sniffed me. "Bob's got a hot date. I can smell the perfume." I blushed crimson but played along. "All right, I'm busted." The guys all laughed. It was only 7:35, and the minutes passed like hours. These guys weren't exactly the ones I'd met in that room. For one thing, Ricky had no visible tattoos on his arms. But I couldn't wonder what Bud's cock would taste like in my mouth, and every time I looked at Stan my asshole twitched involuntarily. They appeared completely clueless, concerned more with their golf game than anything else. Ken leaned over, his breath heavy with scotch. "You okay, man? You look a little weird." "I'm feeling a little off today. Maybe I had a little too much last night." "It's awrrright," he slurred. "I got these guys eatin' out of my hands. Go bang your hooker. And take pictures!" he laughed. I excused myself. Even the two light beers had gone to my head, and if I'd had a third one I probably would have ended up under the table clawing at their crotches. My chest was burning and itchy, my crotch was tingling like an arm when it falls asleep, and all I could think about was jamming a cock in my mouth and sucking with all my might. I had to get out of there before I did something stupid. As I moved through the hotel lobby toward the elevators, I caught a glimpse of Celia, the un-sexy version of my next-door 'neighbor', checking in guests behind the front counter. She was busy and never looked in my direction, which was probably just as well. When I got back to my room, I ripped my clothes off, happy to be free of them. I only left on the black panties; it was never exactly spoken but somehow I understood that Chloe wanted me to leave them on. I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. There was no denying I had a small but very definite set of tits now. My whole chest was red and inflamed, and my nipples were fat and swollen. They looked like little cocks, and I wished I was limber enough to suck one. Touching one gave me the tingles again. My face had subtly changed, too. I wasn't sure if it was the cheekbones or my puffier lips, but combined with my longer hair it gave me a decidedly girly look. Again I wondered what I would look like in makeup. I stared at the mirror for a long time, transfixed. What snapped me out of my spell was the realization that it was 9 o'clock. I headed for the adjoining door like a moth drawn to a flame, and stepped through. My whole body tingled as I moved from one room to the other. Chloe was waiting with open arms. "Tonight is all about us," she said. The room now had a massage table, and she tapped it to get me up on it. "Lay on your back, honey, I want to get a good look at you." I did as I was told and she brought out some sweet-smelling oil. I could sense the excitement she was feeling from her heavy breathing and erect nipples. The oil felt cold at first, but as she worked it into my skin it got warmer and warmer. I relaxed completely, letting her talented hands wander all over. She fondled and kneaded my breasts, pulling on the nips and generally driving me crazy. She covered my hair with it, and it soaked it up like a sponge. She poured oil onto my black panties and just let it soak in, rubbing me through the sodden material but not taking them off. The tingly sensation down there just increased. She climbed up on the table now, her pendulous titties dangling inches from my face. I cupped one and brought it to my mouth, suckling and flicking her huge nipples with my tongue. She cooed in delight, rubbing more and more of the slippery oil into my own boobs. They felt bigger and softer now, and so sensitive that I almost wanted her to stop. Chloe got up on her knees and slathered oil on herself, then lay down on top of me, our squishy tits wrestling together, her pussy grinding against my panties. She started slowly and sensually, but gradually increased her pace until she was furiously humping against me, pressing her hips against mine hard. Oil and sweat were dripping off her as she gyrated on top of me. From the way she was moaning and trembling, it felt like her orgasm was ready to hit. But just when she seemed on the verge, she flipped positions on me, her legs straddling my head, her steaming slit lowering itself onto my face. The smell of perfume, sweet oil and pussy excitement was smothering me, but I craved it all the more. Meanwhile, I felt her begin to peel away my slippery panties and massage my crotch. It felt very weird down there but I was blocked from seeing what she was doing by her smearing my face with her juices. I could feel her rubbing, but I couldn't feel my cock or balls; her hands seemed flat against my body. I tried to move to see what she was doing to me but she tightened her legs, locking me into place. The rubbing became harder, and the tingly feeling down there got stronger and stronger. I felt like I had electrodes all over my crotch, and someone was slowly, methodically turning up the voltage. My moans were muffled by her labia pressed against my mouth as she moved in circles between my legs. I knew now that there wasn't any cock down there or any balls either. What was down there was feeling good and tingly but it was different. She was changing me, and I could either fight it or submit. I chose submission, and was instantly rewarded with a warm buzz that went up my spine right into my brain. If a brain could orgasm, I think mine just had. Chloe kept playing with me while I lay there dazed. Her fingers were a lot more focused now, moving up and down in a pattern, pressing harder and harder. I felt like the clay on a potter's wheel as she molded me with her fingers. And when one of those fingers began to press inward, I felt another jolt go up my spine, and another and another. My mind was zapped over and over again until I lost the ability to even think about resisting. Every jolt had some information, some part of a new personality, but it was all jumbled in ways I couldn't understand, or even access, like a stroke victim trying to relearn how to speak. Chloe was trying to be soothing, but her words made no sense to me. She seemed calm even as my mind revved in circles, getting nowhere. I saw her pull a device from between my legs; it was the last thing I saw before I blacked out. When my eyes fluttered open, Chloe was standing over me, smiling. "How do you feel?" I tried to speak and was successful. "Strange." "That's to be expected. But you're ready now." Ready for what, I thought. Chloe held out her hand to me and I took it. She led me over to the mirror. Next to her stood something that looked vaguely like me, with a full round set of tits and a curvy body to die for. I kept blinking but the reflection staring back at me didn't change. "Not bad if I say so myself," she grinned. My hand wandered between my legs, feeling the sensation of my fingernails up and down my slit, finally resting on the little nub at the top. I made an 'O' face as I shivered at the intensity of it. "How...?" I croaked. "You'll know soon," she said. "You're ready. First, though, I want to make you pretty." And with that she sat me down and went to work on my face, accenting my eyes and cheekbones, making my hair beautiful and painting my nails blood-red. When I looked in the mirror again, I was a vision, every man's wet dream. She poured me into a slinky black dress. I wore no bra or panties. "They're just time-wasters, honey," she said. She packed up a few things in a small bag. "It's time for me to leave, but I'll never be far away. Don't worry, you'll understand." I didn't, but she led me to the front door of the room, the door she'd prevented me from going through before. She opened it and motioned to me to step through. As I crossed the threshold, I felt a strong breeze blow through me, not just over me. The jumbled parts clicked together like the last few pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. I knew. I KNEW what to do. I was standing in the hall of the hotel, but I was different now. I turned to see Chloe walking down the hall, her stride bouncy and light, toward Rocky, Buff and Stud at the end of the hallway. Her mission was complete. Looking the other way, I saw Bob fumbling with the keys to his door. He was wearing the clothes from the first night he was here...and that's where I was right now. I knew that he'd just dropped his friend Ken off in his room. I went over and said, "Here, let me help you with that." Bob smiled, his eyes riveted on my tits as I opened the door. I knew his every thought and it wasn't hard to get his clothes off. I knew every sexual fantasy of his. I let him suck on my big tits and overheated cunt, and I played with his asshole while I sucked his cock. Before long I had him laying on the bed while I straddled him, guiding his rock-hard dick into my dripping, steamy pussy. My perfect tits were soft and wonderful in his hands as he groped them with every shimmy I did on his unit. I was full of purpose as I growled at him to give her his cum. "I need it baby, give me that man juice from that hot cock of yours. Fuck me, baby! Ahh! Make me cum!" I rocked back and forth, playing with my clit while his buried cock throbbed inside me. I talked dirty to him some more to put him over the top. "Oh, give me that big cock, I need your cum, baby, give me your cum........" It was too much for him. I felt him explode inside me, showering me with the magic elixir that made me real, that locked me into my future, that started me on my way just as I knew it would. I screamed in ecstasy because it wasn't just an orgasm, it was my new life bursting into bloom. I looked down on the circular bed. Bob was no longer there; he was passed out peaceably in his room back in the mundane world. I had given him a dream so real he could almost touch it. He'd have to clean himself up in the morning. But I had arrived as Chloe had arrived before me. A disheveled Ken poked his head in through the adjoining door, squinting. "Hey, what's with all the noise?" His eyes opened wide when he got a glimpse of me. "Hey, um, where's Bob?" "Bob? There's no Bob here," I said in my sultry new voice. "We had adjoining rooms and he's supposed be in this one." "Well, that's supposed to be Kayla's room," I said with a knowing grin. He walked through the door and the breeze ruffled his hair. "Whoa. What is this place...who are you?" he said. I said nothing, just looked into his eyes as I began undoing those pants. He didn't resist. It was going to be so much fun turning him into the slutty little blue-eyed thing that was his destiny. "I'm Bonnie," I finally said as I kissed the tip of his cock. "Bonnie Rocket."