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Some Girls Just Give Themselves Away
(Allen character spotlight)
-Fall 2015-
(six months prior to the events of "Girls Just Want To Have Fun")
Allen blinked, pleasantly surprised by the contents of the email on his
monitor.
"Greetings,
When I mentioned to a friend that I was looking for some help to update
the website for my online business, he emphatically recommended you,
stating that he was impressed by the quality and thoroughness of your
work on his on own site, 'FornHub.com.' Based on his glowing review and
seeing the end results myself, I have decided to reach out and see if you
would be willing to provide the same level of treatment for my own,
similar site. I am willing to offer a commission of twice the amount you
received from the FornHub job. If you are interested, I would like to
meet in person to discuss more details of our potential contract.
Cordially,
Sinthya Portland"
Twice the commission. That would come out to almost ten grand. Allen's
fingers began tapping up a response before his mind had even wrapped
around the commission sum. For a freelance web designer, this was a huge
break, and even if it was another porn site, it was too good of an
opportunity to pass up. About three quarters of the way through
composing his reply however, the warning alarms caught up with him.
For ten grand, you could do a lot better than Allen's own one-man gig.
Plus the meeting in person bit was equally fishy. But ten thousand
dollars...
Allen grabbed his phone with a grimace. As much as he liked being his
own boss, he disliked also having to be his own secretary. Even so, he
had to admit that all the little extra organization and bookkeeping he
had been forced to learn during his time freelancing had been good for
him. A few years ago he was not nearly so cautious and it had gotten him
burned repeatedly ever since childhood.
Despite his suspicions, a week later, Allen somehow found himself
standing in front of a hotel room door. Officially, "Sinthya" was an
upstanding woman in her late twenties descended from a long line of
doctors who had made significant contributions to the field of medicine
over the years. Sinthya herself, fresh out of medical school, had a
small, recently opened practice a few states over. Something about her
web presence tripped Allen's mental alarms but the fact that he could not
pinpoint what exactly had him dangerously fascinated. The allure of the
money on the table certainly did not help encourage caution. Allen
swallowed nervously before knocking on the door.
"Hmm? Are you Allen? Excellent, come in." Allen had seen pictures of
the pretty blonde when he was researching his potential client, but they
had not prepared him for meeting her in person. It was one of those
turtle neck sweaters with a boob window that women only wore to turn men
on. Miss Portland's was light pink, and it was filled out delectably by
her large rack. Her tight waist gave way to round hips wrapped snugly in
a pair form fitting beige pants. One of her socks had a pair of devil
wings on the ankles and the other sock had other had a pair of angel
wings.
Miss Portland sat him in the love seat next to her hotel bed while she
settled into an arm chair facing him. She crossed her legs, putting
angel sock on top. Between the sweater, her mannerisms thus far, and the
twinkling he detected in her dark brown eyes, Allen was already convinced
that this woman was trying to seduce him. He was now just wresting with
how and how far he wanted to reply. Lightly rouged lips parted to begin
negotiations.
"A pleasure to finally meet you in person, Allen. I'm Sinthya Portland.
I'm a general medicine doctor professionally, but I do some unique side
work in the adult entertainment industry for fun."
Praise the Lord, Allen thought, getting another eyeful through her
window.
"Before we get to business, why don't you tell me a little bit more about
yourself?" Poked by the question, Allen's mind involuntarily jumped to
his upbringing.
"Uh.. I'm the youngest of five, all sisters. We're not that far apart in
age, so it was a bit overwhelming for my parents and I got left on my own
a lot..." That's... not really that relevant... Don't look at me with
those sympathetic eyes... w-what else...
"Parents decided they could sit me in front of a hand-me-down computer
and I would entertain myself for them, so I often think I was raised on
circuit boards and the Internet more so than my parents." Allen blushed.
It was a bit embarrassing to put it that way, but he saw an opportunity
to expand favorably.
"I didn't like school much, I learned better by doing and getting burned
by my mistakes and that doesn't exactly manifest in good grades. I
dropped out of college because I could tell that it was just high school
2.0 and that I might hurt my more for getting bad grades than just
stopping early. Since I've been nose deep in computers since I was old
enough to read, I figure I know my way around them better than most. If
I could have fun doing web design like this and even earn me a living at
the same time, I figured there was no harm in giving it a shot!" Allen
laughed nervously. He kicked himself for not preparing a full interview.
Despite regretting his shoddy presentation, Miss Portland nodded
understandingly with a small smile.
"Organic learners do sometimes struggle with traditional schooling, but
that is a failing of the school system itself - being unable to cater to
the student's needs. Often times, the immersive learner gains a more
intimate understanding of their preferred mastery than the rigorous book
study. Good, I feel like I understand you well enough now." Miss
Portland stood and came over to sit next to Allen on the love seat.
Surprised by the unprovoked move and the feeling of her warm thigh
against his slowed down his processing speed.
"Now then, let's talk business," the platinum blonde purred in his ear.
Allen reeled back, unsure of how to deal with the suddenly very close
lady and regretted it immediately. He hoped that she did not interpret
his panicked reaction negatively, and to his mixed fear and relief, she
chuckled softly.
"Don't be shy," she soothed. "I hope we can come to an agreement that
will allow us to work together more... intimately." She crawled forward.
Allen felt the doctor's gentle touch upon the furious tenting of his
pants. "But first, you seem to be swollen quite a bit here. Why don't
you let me take care of that for you?"
Allen lost his virginity in high school, but had no further sexual
experience past that experimental encounter. At first, one might think
that someone in the sex industry would be at higher risk of catching
something, but when Allen considered it further, anyone who was currently
active in the sex industry was probably not only clean, but more aware of
risks and safe practices than the casual lover. Realizing he still,
however irrationally, wanted to take this job left him with no further
reason to reject Miss Portland's advances. She was certainly more than
attractive enough for him.
"There we go." Miss Portland smiled seeing him relax. He let her unzip
his pants and thread his boner through the fly. Allen's face was heated,
unaccustomed to this level of intimacy, but willed himself to just go
with it and enjoy the feeling of Sinthya's lips enshrouding his dick in a
moist warmth. In less than a minute, the sensation of her tongue
entwining around him pushed the inexperienced young man to orgasm. The
doctor caught the first few spurts in her mouth before backing off and
letting Allen's undersexed contractions shoot the rest of his load over
her face. His cum dripped down her chin into that boob window.
Sinthya rose, cupping his face with soft hands. "Not bad. And I see you
still have some fire in you. Let's feel good together this time." She
stood, and swayed a few steps towards the bed. Allen watched in awe as
the porn star made a show of stripping, slowly peeling off each layer,
hiding as little as possible for as long as possible before finally
revealing her full naked form. Sinthya laid herself back on her bed and
spread her legs.
"Well? Don't leave me hanging here."
Allen jumped. He stumbled off his awkward perch on the love seat and
fumbled trying to get out of his pants and boxers. Sinthya fingered
herself as she waited and the rising and falling of her breath produced
lovely undulations in her pert breasts. Naked and hard, Allen mounted
the bed and Sinthya guided his cock in between her folds, letting out a
shaky sigh as he advanced. Between the view from his current position
and his partner's tight cunt suckling on his cock, Allen nearly came
again right then and there. He held still, penis buried in woman flesh
until he felt he could move without shooting prematurely. Finally, he
began to thrust his hips. To Allen's combined pleasure and dismay, after
barely a minute and a half, he could not hold back any longer. In the
last moment, he remembered that he had not bothered with a condom in the
heat of the moment so he pulled out suddenly, spraying his second load
onto Sinthya's toned stomach. Allen fell back onto his butt, face red
over his laughable performance. Sinthya propped herself up, looking over
her chest with a wry smile.
"If I had been a woman." she started, "that would have been quite rude."
Allen had not realized his face could burn any hotter. He looked up when
he realized the oddity in her word choice. Sinthya grinned. "But lucky
for you, I'm not."
The blonde pulled herself into a sitting position on the bed and arched
her back, sticking out her delightful tits. She then reached up under
her hair behind her head.
"I mentioned earlier that my work in the sex industry was 'unique.' This
is what I meant."
Allen's eys threatened to bulge out of his head as he watched Sinthya's
facial features distort as if they were melting, and from her back
emerged an equally stunning brunette. Her straight hair was longer than
Sinthya's blonde shoulder cut and it took on a bit of a wave near the
ends around her waist. Her deep blue eyes seemed to laugh merrily at the
shock the situation was causing Allen. She alighted from the bed and
stripped expertly from the rest of the suit(?). Turning to show him, the
woman explained.
"This is called a 'Skinsuit.' As you saw, it can transform the wearer
into the form of someone else. My site has two sides to it: the first
public side offers services that take advantage of being able to use my
skinsuits to turn into other people. I've impersonated celebrities and
girlfriends and husbands to satisfy client's sexual desires that would
otherwise be... consensual at best. A private hidden side to my business
involves actually selling specially made skinsuits. You need a referral
to even make a request to purchase one, and then there's a screening
process and usually, but not always, a pretty obscene amount of money
that changes hands before a sale is made, but I'll get into the details
later.
"I'm a pretty good judge of character, and from how you've acted and what
you've told me about yourself, I decided I can trust you with this much.
I'll ask again for formality, but I have a feeling you've already made a
decision. Will you accept my commission?"
The whole thing was mind boggling, and Allen still felt a little numb,
but he nodded because she was not wrong. He had decided he would trust
her from the moment he let her into his pants, perhaps even as early as
when he knocked on her door.
"Great!" she smiled happily. Suddenly a mischievous look crossed her
expression. "Wanna try one?"
Allen blinked, but before he could offer a proper reply, he found himself
legs deep in the skinsuit of the woman he just finished fucking. The
insides were smooth and still warm; they glided over his hairy legs
almost mystically. He yelped as Sinthya casually picked up his junk and
tucked it into some pocket in the inside of the girl skin's pelvis. It
was up over his hips and she was guiding his arms into the skin's while
he was still trying to get over the feeling of not having anything
dangling between his thighs. She hauled the blonde's head over his own,
unconcernedly stretching the skin around the neck to get the opening wide
enough to admit his head. It settle over his face and he felt her poke
and pull here and there until he realized he could detect light through
is closed eye lids.
Allen opened his eyes and was greeted by a first person view of a pair of
fair skinned balloons adorning his chest. Hefting one tentatively with a
hand, he jumped when he realized he felt the sensation of his fingers
against their flesh, just as he felt their softness against his fingers.
"Come take a look," Sinthya said, leading Allen over to the bathroom. In
the mirror the attractive blonde he was with just a few minutes ago
stared back at him, mimicking his movements.
"My God...-" he started but cut off suddenly when he realized he had her
voice as well!
"My skinsuits are flawless, and can accommodate nearly any wearer. Don't
ask how they work. Not only is it a trade secret, but I'm fairly
confident no one but me would understand it anyway." Sinthya rested her
hands on Allen's narrow feminine shoulders. In the mirror, he noticed
that Sinthya's real form looked older than the blonde body he was
currently borrowing. Not aged, just more mature. Her curves were more
robust, her chest just a bit more impressive. She was a few inches
taller even, reminding Allen that he somehow also fit comfortably in the
girl skin despite being physically bigger than she had been.
Before Allen had collected his thoughts though, Sinthya whisked him back
to the bed where she deposited him on his back. He thought to protest
the pace but cut off with a gasp as her tongue made contact with his new
clit. He almost kicked her as he convulsed in surprise to the sudden and
intense stimulation. Before long though, Sinthya was steadily eating him
out to a melody of uncontrollable girly moans. Each brush and touch
against his lady lips sent a flare of pure passion through his entire
body, starting from his crotch and quickly emanating outward like a shock
wave. Allen came as quickly as he had as a man, but unlike male
pleasure, his vagina continued to tingle hotly even after the edge of his
orgasm had dulled. Sinthya rose from between Allen's legs.
"Now, then. Since you couldn't get me off earlier, let's try this again
my way..." Panting, he watched her from between his heaving boobs as she
reached into her own cunt with three fingers. A few seconds later, she
spread her folds wide and with a low grunt, Allen was thrown back into
shock once again by the slow emergence of a long cock drenched in sexual
fluids. Seven inches later, she stroked it lovingly and Allen finally
flashed back to something that had been bothering him earlier.
"'If I were a woman...'" Allen repeated slowly. Sinthya merely smiled
deviously. In post orgasmic glow, Allen lacked the strength to protest
and Sinthya eagerly slid her cock into his snatch, producing a new level
of stimulation. Allen could not repress his tears and cries as Sinthya
laid into him, and she had to lean in to occupy his mouth with her own so
that they would not alarm neighboring rooms. After what felt like an
eternity of constant climaxing, Sinthya stuffed herself deep inside of
him with a grunt and Allen felt a warmth spread in his abdomen. A few
seconds later, she pulled out, still ejaculating, to spew her remaining
juices over Allen's limp form. When she finally finished, she collapsed
onto the bed next to him.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked with a sidelong smirk once they had
caught their breath a bit.
Allen thought for a bit. "How much did you say one of these costs?"
"If it will motivate your work, you may keep that one. My gift, as a
client and as a new friend," she laughed.
"At this point I probably would have spent the ten grand on one
anyway...," Allen mused.
"You'll still get the money. That was a term of the agreement. As I
said, please accept that as a gift. So long as you don't go around
trying to claim you're me, it shouldn't be a problem if I have a
doppelganger a few states away," Synthia assured him. Allen assumed that
meant she had another copy of this skin.
"Can I do that shemale thing, too?"
They both sat up to continue the conversation. "You can. Spread your
legs." Synthia commanded and Allen complied. "The skinsuit can receive
a few mental commands. Preempt any command by thinking: 'Command.'
'Open Back Seam' and 'Seal Back Seam' should be pretty self explanatory.
The other one is 'Futanari Mode On.' 'Futanari' is a foreign term for
shemale, usually without testicles." Allen had seen enough porn to know
that one. "When you give that command, the skinsuit will alter the womb
and uterus to pass your penis through. You generally have to use your
fingers to help get it past the last few inches and out through the
labia, as you saw me do earlier. Depending on your size or preference,
you can pull the tip through or just help widen the opening and push
through with your erection.
To reverse it, the command is predictably, 'Futanari Mode Off.' Give the
command first, then you spread yourself with one hand and push with the
other. Helps to be hard, but doable when flaccid as well." Sinthya
demonstrated, easing her re-hardened member back inside her pelvis.
"Once it's far enough back in, the suit will draw the rest back into its
pocket and restore your womb and uterus."
Fascinating, Allen thought. Command: Futanari Mode On. Sure enough, he
felt a change in his crotch and after a few seconds, he suddenly felt
tactile information from his cock again. He gasped, not realizing that
his pussy would still be sending feed back when he stuck a few fingers
inside to help open the way for his manhood. Sure enough, in moments he
felt his member slide through his female plumbing and spring out into
open air. When he looked up, Sinthya's lower half was wrapped in a
business suit and she was working her boobs into a new white lace bra.
Allen stroked himself idly as he watched her pull a blouse over her head
and finish tidying herself up. When she finally looked back at him, she
cocked an eyebrow.
"If you put that away for now so we can actually work out the details of
my commission, I promise we can play more later."
Command: Futanari Mode Off.
----
It took Allen some concentration not to limp to the door. Two hours of
design and specification talk punctuated by another hour of non-stop
fornication left Allen wondering how he had any juice left in him at all.
The blonde Sinthya skin was tightly packed in a parcel at the bottom of
his bag, along with a set of simple undergarments and a light one-piece
dress to get him started. Allen could not believe that the last four
hours had happened, much less that he was going home with a skin of his
own. He turned back to thank his new client and benefactor and was
struck by an alarming realization.
"I..." he hesitated, unsure of how sensitive the topic might be. "I'm
guessing your real name isn't actually 'Sinthya'...?"
The woman chuckled. "No. My name is in the my site name: 'Max-imum
Realism.' I'm Max." Allen felt dumb for not putting two and two
together.
"Well. It's been a real pleasure," he replied with a weak laugh.
Max smiled warmly. "That it has, Allen."
----
Max sat in bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard. His Caetlyn
curves wrapped snugly in a nearly translucent rose nighty, he savored a
sip of wine to the sounds of a drama he had been following recently. His
cell phone rang on the nightstand next to his hotel bed. The name on the
caller ID read "Suzan." Max adjusted Caetlyn's glasses before he picked
up.
"Good evening, Jeorge. It's been a while, has Suzan been treating you
well?" he answered.
A woman responded from the other line. "Hey, Yuan. I have a request.
Recently, a boy sent a nearly perfectly qualified application seeking
entrance to my school..."
"St. Kimburlee is still an all girl's school, though," Max noted.
"It is. More than a few of our benefactors would make changing that
impossible, however, he's such a bright boy... and he reminds me of us a
bit."
"Would be a shame if he couldn't attend the top school in the country. I
think I know where this is going. Send me his information and I'll see
what I can do." Max swirled his wine thoughtfully.
"Thanks, man! I owe you one."
"Another one," Max corrected jokingly. "Maybe I'll come to collect once
your new student is settled in."
Between Allen and his friends and Jeorge's student, these were the kinds
of cases that Max loved meddling in. They helped keep his immortality
fun.
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