The early morning light leaked through the blinds in the strange bedroom, causing Ruby to stir. Rubbing her eyes, Ruby's discomfort about being awoken by unrelenting sunlight was quickly replaced by confusion. Not only was this not her bedroom, this clearly wasn't even her house! Dingy water-stained walls, a poorly functioning ceiling fan, and the strange stains of unknown origin nigh everywhere were all signs of a rock-bottom motel. Struggling to sit up, Ruby winced as her body screamed at her, being incredibly sore and worn-out, particularly in her crotch area. To make matters worse, there was something dribbling out, something Ruby had a very good idea what it could be. After scanning the room, Ruby saw her phone on the bedside table and picked it up, her jaw practically falling off her face as a result.
"It's THURSDAY?! The last thing I remember is clocking out... On Monday." As Ruby's mind raced, her phone ran out of battery, having the screen turned on for hardly a second finished off the phone's battery. Hearing a grunt from her right, Ruby looked beside her, just now realizing there was someone else on the bed. "Oh my god is that LIAM?!", Ruby's mind screamed, accusations and assertions beginning to form. Based on Liam's shit-eating grin, he was probably having dreams about the previous night's events, the thought of which causing Ruby to shake her head in denial.
Ruby decided to get out ASAP and quietly pulled the blanket off, grimacing at seeing the white stain on the underside of the fabric. Sliding out of the bed, Ruby managed to plant her foot down before falling back on the bed, her legs having nearly no strength in them. Gripping her head with her right hand, Ruby felt a migraine coming on, the pain in her head matching the soreness elsewhere. Suddenly the migraine shifted from a painful feeling to a soft comforting feeling, spreading from her head to the entirety of her body. Despite the calming sensation, Ruby's mind was screaming "RUN RUN RUN" accompanied by a horrendous feeling of dread. Trembling, Ruby struggled to stand up again, however her legs weren't responding to her commands, followed by her hands moving on their own, and then her face contorted into a grin as Ruby faded back to sleep.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You almost got away. Have to remember to not fall asleep when hopping someone." Stretching, "Ruby" gave her breasts a firm squeeze before crawling back under the sheets. Tracing her finger along Liam's chest, "Ruby" deftly slid on top of Liam, slowly wrapping her folds over Liam's rapidly hardening cock. "Damn! Putting Ruby back to sleep got her all heated!", "Ruby" muttered, bouncing her hips up and down as Liam stirred. Finally, Liam managed to wake up enough to do some of the work, thrusting up and down in sync with "Ruby's" bounces. Not long after this, "Ruby" shook, her body climaxing as a result of Liam's sudden thrusts.
Sliding off of Liam as he went back to sleep, "Ruby" strutted over to the bathroom, a different phone sitting on the side of the filthy sink. Picking it up and expertly swiping the unlock combination, "Ruby" shot out several texts to her co-workers, the contents all saying "Can't come into work today: Family Troubles." like the two text messages above them all said. Sighing, "Ruby" tapped her foot, contemplating on how to explain Ruby's absences. After a moment, "Ruby" shrugged as she walked back to the bed, suddenly her eyes rolling back into her head, her arms convulsing as she gasped, a fully-clothed Emma emerging from Ruby's back.
Instantly, Emma groaned, going from a 19 year old body that she had used to the fullest over the past few days and nights, managing to convince the dim-witted Liam to "help out" with her urges, to her own body caused some whiplash. Recovering from the whiplash, Emma walked back into the bathroom, took the phone and tucked it into her cleavage, and then walked out onto the street. Luckily for Emma, she had an easy method of getting to Wilko and broke out into a sprint, diving headfirst into a woman unlocking her car door. Based on both her clothes and the similar soreness down below, this was a so-called "woman of the night", a woman who was probably off to buy some Plan B.
Managing to seize control easily, Emma crawled into her new body's car, her fishnet-clad legs rubbing against the cheap seat material. After a short drive to Wilko, one filled with itches in all the wrong places, Emma wasted no time and hopped out, leaving the borrowed woman to slam her head into her steering wheel before waking up, disoriented and with a several minute gap in her mind. Emma walked into Wilko, eager to take over another of her co-workers and shirk her duty as manager for another day.
Fortunately for Emma, she was greeted by the pre-occupied backside of...
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