It'd been just under a month since Carl had been imbued with his powers and put an end to his old nemesis, Nick Trask, using the people closest to him to ruin his life worse than he'd ruined Carl's.
He'd revelled in his revenge and savoured everything his powers were now bringing him. Once everything was wrapped up, he began to turn to his old habits - robbery, shoplifting and assault. Except now, it was all too easy to make off with cash and goods that weren't his. If he ever did get caught, some other sucker would be taking the wrap for it as Carl escaped their body. He'd even robbed a small bank the week before!
And of course, his powers got him easy access to his favourite vices. Alcohol, cigarettes - and women.
He'd already banged his way through Trask's niece and the college girls next door. Since then, any woman he desired at the time could become his personal fucktoy, be they strippers at the club, prissy school girls, milfs on a coffee morning... nobody was off limits!
He'd fucked women, fucked as a woman... he'd even got creative at the weekend, whilst intoxicated of course, and mixed the best of both worlds. He'd never need porn again!
With plenty of cash now stashed away from whoever he or his clones had piloted, it was time for a day to unwind and have some fun. Scrolling through some maps app on his phone, he'd earmarked a few locations. But with any chick now at his disposal, his first port of call was where he could find the hottest ones - models.
***
Life was going well for Hayley Williams.
She'd just started a new secretarial job at the top modeling agency in the state, 'Innovation'.
It was a world famous name, with brands and models from all over using their services and studios when marketing women's fashion in America.
And here she was was at the front desk, a job more worthy of her skills than her last had ever entailed. Now she and her boyfriend would finally be making enough to put down the deposit on their dream home. In just their late twenties.
It was a thought that filled her with joy on a quiet, late Wednesday morning. Most of the days clients had booked in and were now either deep in meetings or preparing for shoots in the studios on the upper floors. Looking at her pretty, blonde visage in her phone camera as she fixed her hair, Hayley sometimes wondered if she'd ever have what it takes to model.
Of course then she remembered just how gorgeous some of the models they worked with were. And the schedules they had to keep!
'No thank you' she thought, as she returned to her work. Checking off and forwarding a few emails, she found herself with a lighter workload than usual. The lobby was empty and her manager was caught up with business. Idly, she began to flick through some news stories.
The top one was pretty wild. It detailed the police's confusion at a string of unrelated cases in town being linked with some kind of amnesia. Perpetrators and victims alike had sworn they had no recollection of what happened in the incidents. Some had theorised an addictive new drug on the market.
Caught up with her article, she glanced over her computer screen occasionally to see if anyone one coming in. That's when she noticed it.
A parked car, sitting in an alleyway across the street. In the driver's seat was a scruffy looking man in a tracksuit. She could swear he was staring at something in her direction with a grin on his face - was he actually looking at her?
He didn't look nice, whoever he was. Nervously breaking the contact, she went to look back her screen for a moment. When she glanced back a minute later however, he'd gone. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thought she had to be attentive now as she saw someone else approaching the front door.
Stepping inside was a pretty young black woman of around college age. She had curly, luscious hair and wore a low cut purple shirt with some low rise jeans.
"Good morning miss, can I help you?" Hayley politely asked as she swiveled her chair to meet the visitor. She was caught off guard by the woman's sudden action however, planting her hands firmly down on the desk and looking at her dead in the eyes with a grin.
"Yeah, you can hold the fuck still for a second".
Bemused, Hayley was tongue tied in her reply. Just as she felt like she was gathering the words however, it hit her. It was like something had gotten a vice like grip on her body, particularly on her brain. It squeezed harder, feeling like it was invading her insides as the cold sensation swept over her. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. All she could do as was shake as her body tried to fight off the unnatural feeling. It was of no use however as she felt her consciousness fade to black...
***
On the outside, Carl watched with delight from behind his morphed "Charlene Robbins" disguise. The pretty receptionist had caught his eye across the street. Now he watched with twisted arousal as her eyes clouded over with a white mist before returning to their normal hazel.
That was the last sign of normal the girl displayed however. She now shared in Carl's lecherous grin as the clone took control.
"Fuck, if even the babes at the desk are winners, what are the girls modeling gonna be like?" It cursed in it's new voice, stray hands hungrily groping their own body.
"Duh, that's what we're here for dumbass!" Carl reminded his lacky.
"Don't get too comfortable in that bitch, I'm taking the wheel in a minute. Just tell me where I can store my chasis away from cameras".
"Hmm" the clone murmured, looking into his unwilling hosts memories.
"Well, there's a decent sized closet over there. Pretty sure it's ventilated. Only the cleaners really use it".
"Fuck it, we've been in worse places! C'mon" Carl ushered.
'Hayley' fell into line behind her boss as the two escaped the open lobby for a dimly lit closet. Moving some office junk and cleaning equipment aside, Carl melted his form down once again into a silver, liquid like state, before it reformed back into his usual, scruffy and unfit visage.
"Well, best make myself comfortable. Gonna be here for a few hours" he essentially told himself as he sat out of sight.
"So I'll be in a super hot babe soon, right?" The clone inquisitively asked.
"I've not let me down yet!" Carl laughed...before feeling himself phase out of body into his spirit form. Looking straight at the unsuspecting Hayley, he rocketed himself inside her body. It offered little resistance, with it's control already pinned down by his clone.
"Not a bad little number. Should get some mileage outta her today" he chuckled with his new voice, brushing some blonde locks aside before heartily squeezing her fun C-Cups.
"But business calls!"
Exiting the closet, he strode back to Hayley's desk and began flicking open windows on her computer. He looked through the calendars, seeing what was on today and where. There was plenty for him to choose from - he felt like a kid in a candy store!
Ultimately, his choice would come down go where he felt he'd have the most fun.
"Hmm, this looks like a good pick" he noted as he singled out a shoot.
But what was being modelled for his shoot?
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