As the sucking ended, Simon felt like he'd landed in a padded seat. It took a moment of looking around his surroundings to orient himself. He literally was in his office. An expansive mahogany desk filled his vision. It was dark and ornately carved, with a layer of dark green leather studded across the top.
Running his hands across the surface, he felt the brass studs beneath his fingers. It truly felt like the real world. It felt like it was meant to be an antique, certainly impressive and intimidating. The fewer players, the more capacity the sim had to create for those in game.
Sitting back, he saw his girls, five of them anyway, and behind them flanking the door two goons. They stood as if at attention, alert, and ready to act. Fully a head taller than the girls, or more. Scott guessed they were over 6' tall, maybe 6' 6", or more. Their height aided by their muscular build. They were dressed in suits, shirts, and trousers, perhaps deliberately or just slightly too old. They bulged beneath, their firm pecs and bulging arms not quite fitting.
Taking a moment to take in the women, you guess none of them is taller than 5' 6", and their clothes are just as skin-tight. Well, perhaps more than a little skin-tight, and rather simple and sparse.
Kal's words as he was downloaded, echoing through his memory. "You rose through the ranks, by guile, and deceit, to your current position of authority, and your ability to deliver."
"I've a personal job tonight." Scott started, trying to project authority, command their obedience. But he didn't get any further, his words coming out in too high. Clearing his throat he tried again. "Boys, keep things running here."
With a nod to the goons, he wanted them to take control in his absence. Again, his voice was too high. The realisation crashed down on him, and a few odd niggles started to make horrifying sense.
His feet didn't quite reach the floor, and his hands roamed over his body.
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Quickly he discovered, he was a she. Somehow, he'd become the madam, rather than Charlene. Her scrambling hands found a pony tail trailing down her back too.
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Shifting from side to side, Scott felt the wider hips, and the fuller ass too. The looks of concern were clear on everybody's face. Breaking their questioning gaze Scott gripped the ornate handles of his (well, her) seat. The same carving as the desk marking them as a matching pair. Pushing it backwards, she hopped off it.
The hope of standing, and towering over them, imposing her will by sheer intimidation vanishing as she was only average height. A couple of the girls taller than her, and their expressions. Dizziness struck Scott as he felt his backstory loaded into place. Clutching the desk for stability the personal history was implanted. Selena né Scott was blessed with her backstory. Her mouth twisted in discomfort, the memories oddly unsettling.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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