“So, here’s the deal,” Harold’s daughter, Eleanor said, leaning forward. “I’m here to keep an eye on you. Make sure you get us the money you owe. Otherwise we got…other ways of getting it back.”
Harold averted his eyes from his daughter’s free breast and choked back a sob. He owed money to the mob and they’d somehow possessed his daughter’s body.
“Harold. Look at me. Look at me,” his daughter said, her usual feminine contralto belied by the tough guy words. Harold looked up at her. “Get us the fucking money.”
“I’ll get it. I’ll get it. Just get out of her.”
“Nuh uh. I’m inside this chick until the debt is repaid. This is just a little taste of what I’m gonna do to her if we don’t get our fucking money.” Eleanor grabbed her free tit and hefted it before letting it bounce back down.
Harold left to get the money however he could, leaving Eleanor alone. The thug in her body had lots of free time on his hands, and two pretty hands to enjoy some free time with.
It was probably for the best that Harold had left. Otherwise he would have heard Eleanor’s moans of pleasure as the thug began working the debt off on his own terms.
The wife of James’s estranged friend moves in and threatens to derail James’s new life in Emily’s body. Only…she’s got a secret of her own in Jailbroken 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here.
