A sexy Latina maid forcibly swaps bodies with a rich man and forces him to do her bidding by threatening to make the swap permanent in Man Maid, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Benjamin married a rich woman and so has access to the best life that money can buy, which allows him to be arrogant, lecherous and untouchable. Or so he thinks.
When Benjamin’s wife is away on vacation for a week, the maid, Gabriella, catches him with his mistress and threatens to reveal his secret and ruin his marriage. Benjamin will lose everything…unless he agrees to swap bodies with the maid until his wife returns.
Now Benjamin is in Gabriella’s sexy Latina body and she’s turned the tables, ordering him around, making him live her life, forcing him to dress sexy and having her way with him whenever the mood strikes her. At least it will all be over with in a week. Won’t it?
“It looks lovely, I wish I could be here with you in person,” Benjamin said, taking his wife’s hand and kissing it.
“You would be dreadfully bored, Benjamin,” Avery replied. “Just a lot of gossip between us girls. And, oh good lord, you will never believe what Samantha has done.”
Avery extracted her hand from her husband’s and stretched as she launched into a story about one of her friends that Benjamin only vaguely remembered. Benjamin used the time to gaze at the appearance she’d chosen. Her bathing suit shimmered gold in the light, matching her hair, which was more golden and silky in the NearSim™ than it was in real life even with the best treatments money could buy. Benjamin ran an appraising eye down Avery’s body, her figure tighter and trimmer in the simulation than in real life. They stood on a balcony overlooking a white sand beach. The sun was setting behind Avery, outlining her body and each delicate curve.
“Honey, I could never be bored when I’m with you,” Benjamin grinned.
Most people using NearSim™ chose the cheaper, cartoon or low resolution version of themselves to navigate around the simulated environments. Benjamin and Avery had the luxury to afford exact scans of their actual bodies, though it seemed Avery had de-aged herself. Even having enough money for ten lifetimes to spend on beauty reached its limits when it came up against age. She was only 35, but had clearly chosen her 21 year old body for this conversation. Maybe being on vacation with her hotter, sexier friends made her insecure. Even though she was classically glamourous – a tall, leggy blonde with a svelte figure – he knew she worried about matching up to some of her friends who’d had the benefit of surgery to perfect them.
“You’re so sweet,” she said, stroking his jaw.
He cut a dashing figure, even outside of his tuxedo-clad simulation. Benjamin had a square jaw and deep-set blue eyes. A classically handsome, Hollywood leading-man type figure with a broad chest and a flashy smile. He’d not needed to de-age himself, but he would never call Avery out on what she had done. All their money came from her family so Benjamin was obliged to play along with whatever vanity project she chose.
“I’m sorry?” Avery said, turning and appearing to speak to thin air. There was a pause, as Benjamin wasn’t privy to the other side of the conversation. After a few seconds she turned back to him. “I have to go, Benjamin. It appears us girls are going out tonight and I need to make myself presentable.”
“You’re always presentable,” Benjamin purred, smooth as butter, before kissing her cheek. The simulation couldn’t capture her scent, and he was left with the feeling that he was kissing air, despite feeling the contact of her cheek on his lips.
“You little charmer,” Avery laughed as she patted his chest. “I will see you in a week.”
“I expect to hear all about it when you return,” Benjamin grinned.
Avery blinked out of existence. The balcony faded, replaced with a room composed of white squares and a floating red text box that read: End conversation?
Benjamin “pressed” it with his virtual hand. The quiet rush of breeze through his study door faded up and suddenly Benjamin was looking at the blackness behind his eyelids. He blinked his eyes opened and sighed. God, it was sometimes so hard to feign interest in Avery’s bullshit.
Benjamin thumbed the switch to bring his chair into a sitting position. He was in his study. He’d designed it to be like the fancy study he sometimes saw in movies: two stories with books lining the walls. Ancient maps and globes. An imposing desk in front of large windows. And with Avery’s money he had it. He didn’t use it very often but he had it and it made him feel important.
He sat up in his chair, feeling the pull of the magnet at the base of his skull as his neurolink disconnected from the NearSim™ adapter embedded in the chair. The adapter allowed instantaneous 3D communication with anyone hooked into a compatible adapter anywhere in the world, connecting directly into each user’s brain to simulate an entire environment and carry out conversations regardless of distance. Like the conference calls of old, but with better graphics. But like more and more things these days, the NearSim™ was wholly dependent on a reliable neurolink.
Benjamin was hard pressed to remember a time before neurolinks were prevalent. At first the domain of the rich, they quickly became a tool for everyone. The neurolink was a computer-brain interface that allowed a user to control a computer directly with their thoughts. Easier than typing. Quicker than speaking. And with a variety of new applications that grew by the day.
Motion at the far end of the room caught his eye. One of the housekeepers. A young Latina in the standard uniform—grey dress, white apron, white sleeves—polished his glass trophy case. He hadn’t even realized she was in the room until he heard the soft hiss of the spray bottle. Her long legs poking out from beneath her dress were a light copper, as were her bare arms. Her face was rounded, with pouty lips and a delicate nose. And those tits. Jesus. Her dress strained against her top.
She studiously ignored him and he stared openly. This was his house. She was just the hired help. He could stare all he liked and if she couldn’t deal with it she could quit.
Benjamin stood from his desk and walked slowly over to the maid as she wiped the glass. He stopped a few paces behind her and allowed his eyes to travel up and down her pretty figure. Nice tight ass. Legs he wouldn’t mind spreading. Long, black hair tied back in a ponytail he imagined grabbing.
He reached out and pinched her tight little ass. She squeaked and jumped around, her cheeks red, slight fear in her big brown eyes. Benjamin clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at her like a shark. The heads up display from his neurolink identified her as Gabriella Valdez. 23 years old. Mexican-American.
He pointed to the glass. “You missed a spot.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, affecting a quick and nervous curtsey before resuming her duties.
He remained for another few seconds, leering at her from behind, before turning and striding out the door. He enjoyed the times Avery went off somewhere around the world with friends. He had the house to himself—except for the hired help, but they didn’t count as anyone—and complete freedom.
Benjamin had the chef prepare him a snack and ate it out by the pool. Sometime in the afternoon, the doorbell rang and Benjamin sent a neurolink instruction to his butler not to answer it. This was private.
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