The date

Requested by Lisamcd21 and col998 :)

When the limo pulled over in front of Paul’s house, his heart sank. For the past hours he did nothing but keep thinking about the fatal moment when he would have had to get into that car. Its sinuous curves and its dark black color designed to evoke luxury and power were so unbearably intimidating. He wanted to run away from that situation, but he knew he had no choice. So he took a deep breath and got out of his modest house and headed down the walkway towards the car, his heels clicking on the concrete. Those shoes that just the previous night felt like needles piercing his delicate feet now felt much more comfortable. A cool breeze blew between his bare and smooth legs and his long hair coiffed into gorgeous waves. He put on the most confident expression he could master, and finally he stepped into the car.

Its lavish interior seemed kind of familiar to Paul. He had been inside that car the night prior after all, even though back then he was drunk. In front of him, Mr. Manson was sitting quietly with a smug look on his face. He hinted a smile that reeked of confidence. He knew he was the one in charge. He signaled the chauffeur to go, and soon they left the suburbs and headed towards the city. Mr. Manson poured some champagne inside two flutes and gave one to Paul. He would have liked to chug it right away and follow it with many more, so he would have not had to be fully aware of what was about to come, but he had learned his lesson, and this time he would have been completely clear headed.

He had no idea of the time, but he imagined that by that point his wife should have already reached Mr. Manson’s penthouse. Now he just had to keep him busy and distracted while she would have broken into the apartment and looked for the safe. And then? Would she have been able to force it and retrieve the Medallion of Zulo? It was a crazy and desperate plan, but it was the only option they had to get him back to normal. There was no way he was going to be stuck as a woman forever! And the possibility of becoming Mr. Manson’s eye candy was even more out of the question! He had to stay strong and try to entertain him as much and as best as he could, and just hope for the better. He had to believe that a solution was possible.

<<I’m glad you accepted my invitation Bambi. I mean, I know you had basically no choice, but still, I was surprised to hear again from you so soon. I imagined it would have taken you a lot more to resign yourself to your fate. I guess you are a reasonable woman after all, and that you have already realized the benefits that can come to you for obeying me.>>

Paul shivered with disgusts. That orrible man was so sleazy and arrogant.

<<You know, at first I considered doing things properly. Taking you out to dine in a luxurious restaurant and all that kind of stuff. But spending a whole day as the CEO of a company, ordering people left and right, really filled me with a sense of power. I know I can have you here and now if I want. So why don’t you just slip out of that fine dress and get more comfortable?>>

Paul gulped. Things were going a lot faster than he expected. He reluctantly complied, unzipping the dress his wife chose for him and remaining in just his white lingerie. Still he tried to maintain a look of confidence. He knew that in order for the plan to succeed he might have had to do… things he was not willing to do, but he hoped he could have avoided it. Confused and blurry memories of the previous night were still flashing in his mind, and he was glad that he couldn’t remember all that had happened. He didn’t even have the courage to confess to his wife what had actually happened, making her believe that he had been found out before he could retrieve the medallion. But the knowledge of what he had done and the mere thought of having to do such things again disgusted and unsettled him.

<<You are beautiful. It’s a shame that such a stunning beauty has to be at the mercy of such an old and disgusting man. But don’t worry, that can be easily fixed.>>
As he said so, Mr. Manson picked up a scarf that was laying beside him, and then he pulled out of his jacket… the medallion! Paul’s eyes opened wide and he gasped. The old man started to transform, becoming younger, taller, and much more fit, and after a few seconds in front of him was sitting a young and handsome man that Paul recognized as the new intern at the office.

<<I hope you like this body. I chose it just for you. Such a gorgeous woman should have a fitting partner. And when I saw that young man at the office, I just knew that he was the perfect candidate. I hope he doesn’t mind that I stole his scarf.>>
Paul was speechless. If he had the medallion that meant that their plan had already failed! Not only his wife was in danger, but she was risking all of that for nothing! He had to do something! Try to save her!

<<What’s the matter? You didn’t think I would have left such a powerful artifact unattended, did you? So, I think we can get this thing started now, don’t you agree?>>

The man unzipped his pants and took out and already hard cock. Just then Paul finally unfroze from his shock. He had to escape! He had to resist!

<<Don’t try to resist. You know I’m the one in charge here. There’s no use trying to fight back.>>

The man grabbed Paul by his narrow waist and pulled him towards him, and then he started to kiss his neck and grope his breasts. Paul quivered and felt completely powerless. The strange and alien sensations his body was sending him were overwhelming, and this time there was no alcohol making any of it more bearable. In a moment he found himself laying on his back, with his breasts exposed and his legs opened wide. He felt an unsettling feeling of dampness between his legs, and when the guy finally pulled his panties aside and slipped his throbbing cock inside of his wet pussy, he jolted, and a muffled moan of pleasure escaped his mouth. As the guy started to hump him harder and faster, with that shaft digging its way inside of him, he knew everything was lost. Waves of pleasure started to wash over his body and Paul threw his legs in the air and clung with his petite arms around the guy’s wide shoulders, grabbing his jacket with his dainty hands. He felt the humping getting even faster, and the guy’s cock started to twitch inside of him, and Paul thought of his wife. He had betrayed her. He was laying there getting fucked into submission while she was risking everything to get him back to normal. He didn’t have the strength nor the will to try to reach for the medallion and run away from there with it, or to try to find a way to warn her of the danger. He just laid there, waiting for the guy to come. And when he finally felt spurts of warm cum being shot inside of him, he realized that he had just lost everything and that his fate was sealed.