The Other Woman – F2F Transformation (Preview)

Veronica didn’t trust her fiancee so she came up with a plan to test him by using her witch’s magic to temporarily transform herself into Candi, the blonde stripper who keeps buzzing around their table at the strip club. When Veronica returns to her body she finds that her memories are slowly changing. Is it a flaw in the spell? Or something more nefarious? Find it on Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold.

When the next song started up Veronica let her body sway along to the thumping beat, slowly getting into it. She gyrated back and forth, her lips coming up so close to Leo she could smell the beer on his breath. Her hands roamed down his body as she shook her chest in his face, before holding onto his arms and leaning back, until she was nearly upside down, her breasts bobbing down in front of her. Leo’s friends shouted appreciatively, clinking their beers together like their team had just won the Superbowl. Veronica pulled herself back up to a sitting position and swayed back and forth before leaning and forward and bobbing her breasts against Leo’s face. He sank gratefully in between her cleavage until she pulled away, affecting a smile for him. Between her legs she felt him growing hard, the bulge pressing up against his pants. She teased him, lifting herself up to just barely scrape her pussy over his manhood. Veronica had to admit that Candi’s body was a dream to move in. Limber and athletic.

When the music stopped she ruffled Leo’s hair again and leaned in close. “Why don’t you and I go into a private room?” She whispered.

He nodded and lifted her off his lap. She took his hand and led him back to the hallway. His friends cheered him on as they ducked around the corner. Veronica nodded to the bouncer as they passed, keeping hold of Leo’s hand, following the darkened hallway until she found an empty curtained alcove. She ushered Leo inside and then untied the black velvet curtains, letting them drape shut.

Leo sat relaxed on the leather couch, arms resting across the back, legs wide as he grinned up at her in his roguishly handsome way. Veronica felt herself growing warm at the look of desire in his eyes, and tried to remind herself that he wasn’t seeing her, he was seeing some bimbo stripper. It didn’t help all that much. Leo was one of those abnormally good looking guys, with a jaw that could cut glass and mischievous brown eyes. He was perfume-ad handsome and he knew it, the cocky son of a bitch.

“You got me here, now what do you want to do with me?” Veronica smiled, her mind desperately hoping Leo would fail her test of seduction, even as her body welcomed him.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” He motioned for her to sit on his lap again and she did, kneeling on the couch so that she straddled one of his knees.

His hand came up to her breast and they both stared down at it as he stroked experimentally, running his fingers around her skin. His wonder at her body was palpable and her heart thrummed in her chest. His fingers sent little bursts of warmth through her as the slowly followed the curve of her breast, lingering on her nipple. He gently plucked at it, tweaking her rubbery pink nipple between his fingers, pulling it lightly and watching it snap back to attention.

Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her tit, his lips lingering on her nipple. She could feel his tongue swirling gently around as he sucked on her. Veronica released a hitching breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

“What about your fiancee?” She asked.

He looked up at her, his chin resting on her tit, and cocked his head, affecting innocence. “I don’t have a fiancee.”

That fucking bastard.

“Who was that black haired woman that’s been watching you all night?” Veronica tried again.

“Oh her? She’s no one.”

She should have slapped him. She would have slapped him if he hadn’t latched his lips back onto her nipple and sucked once more. The burst of heat made her pause long enough for him to wrap his other hand around her other breast and nuzzle them both. Goddamn, he knew just how to touch a woman. Just his hand on her breast was already making Veronica moist. She tossed her blonde hair back and held him to her chest as he kissed and sucked on her. Her hands slid through his black hair and she gripped him, forcing his head against her skin. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to fuck him.

She grinded herself against his knee, dragging her pussy back and forth, urging the heat within her to burn brighter. Her mouth dropped open, a little moan escaping her lips. Leo redoubled his efforts, burying his head between her tits as one hand followed the length of her body down and around to cup her ass. She was on fire now, their bodies gyrating together.


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