Mark walked briskly out of the subway station, his attention focused on the business district of town. As he walked, a little voice kept ringing in his ear.<br /><br />[She used you. Use her back. She used you to make her way up in the world, pay that bitch back!]<br /><br />Mark smiled, the cold voice cooing in his ears mirroring his thoughts perfectly. He never used to think badly of Jennifer before she left him, even after she left he still thought well of her. That was until he found that medallion one night, the one that seemed to call out to him. He put it on that night, why not? He was a bit tipsy, but was still in control. Then a voice started talking to him, reassuring him that he was right to feel bitter and jaded. The voice introduced itself as Mileena, it offered its services to act as his conscience. Mark liked that, he liked the vicious and hateful things Mileena said about Jennifer, Mileena was right. After all, she couldn't be wrong; not with how often she praised Mark as a wonderful, handsome young man.<br /><br />Mark stopped in front of an imposing looking building and looked up. Written in large, gold letters above the double glass doors was written 'Klein &amp; Co'. This was the place. She was here, Mileena told him so. He adjusted his tie and stepped through the glass doors and up to the reception desk. The receptionist looked up at him and smiled.<br /><br />"Hey Mark, didn't expect to see you here! You here for the job application?"<br /><br />"Yeah" Mark replied, "my law degree is just going to waste." he bluffed.<br /><br />"Well, you're in the right place!" Marcia commented with an impossibly toothy smile. Mileena hissed in Mark's ear, [she's one of HER friends! Look at her with her perfect brown hair, her green eyes and pink lips, she's too perfect. We may come back for her...] Mileena cooed.<br /><br />Mark adjusted his tie as Marcia continued, "it's a shame you and Jennifer split, you two could have made a real power couple here!"<br /><br />[She smiles as she lies, she's filth like her...] came the voice in Mark's ear.<br /><br />Mark smiled back at Marcia, "oh well, it happens. We're still friends so we'll still work well together."<br /><br />"Of course!" came Marcia's reply, "anyway, head up to the 8th floor and head left. Down the end is the waiting room, good luck!"<br /><br />"Thanks!" Mark replied as he made his way to the elevator. The voice in his ear praised him, told him he did well back there. He was so smart and talented, he was betrayed by that cow. How dare she leave you after cheating on you like that!<br /><br /><br />*DING*<br /><br />The elevator chimed for the 8th floor and Mark stepped out. He casually strode towards the interview room, before hanging a sharp right into a familiar door. There, behind a nice wooden desk, was Jennifer. She looked stunning with her bright blonde hair and stunning green eyes. She and Marcia always joked how they were always meant to be best friends as they had matching eyes. Turns out they were destined to be more judging by the compromising position Mark found the-<br /><br />"Mark, hi!"<br /><br />The sudden greeting snapped Mark out of his thoughts, where he caught himself staring at Jen's impressive...<span>decolletage.<br /><br />"Jen, hi yourself!" Mark stammered back.<br /><br />Jen giggled, then walked up to Mark and kissed him on the cheek. "Look, I'm sorry about everything, okay? I never realised I went that way, neither did Marcia. One thing led to another, and..."<br /><br />"Enough" Mark replied, before jabbing his index finger into Jen's ample cleavage. Suddenly, Mileena set forth a burst of energy into his finger, causing Jennifer to collapse onto the floor. As she lowered down, her body started to deflate, air escaping from the hole that had appeared where Mark's finger jabbed her. After several moments, she was naught more than a pile of skin and clothes on the floor. The voice in his ear cooed again, before instructing him to examine what was left.<br /><br />Mark grabbed Jennifer's hair and pulled her skin up, her skirt suit falling to the floor. The voice told him to try it on...<br /><br />He set the skin down on her desk and proceeded to remove his clothes, his engorged cock glad to be free of its cotton prison as his clothes hit the floor. He then scooped up his clothes and threw them behind Jennifer's desk, before grabbing her skin and stretching the hole in her chest. He then sat down on her desk before sliding one of his hairy legs into her hairless equivalent. As his leg went in all the way, he gave his toes a wriggle and smiled as hers reciprocated. Stretching the hole wider, he slide his other leg into the hole and into the other leg. As both legs slid into their respective limbs, he stood up and pulled her skin up, her moist crotch replacing his throbbing erection. Excited, he then pulled the suit up higher, before tucking his right elbow and pulling her right shoulder up. Once it was in place, he slid his arm into hers, before repeating the process with the left side.<br /><br />Soon, Jennifer was standing in her office and admiring herself in the mirror she kept in her desk, a finger stimulating her overly excited vulva. Suddenly, the voice returned.<br /><br />[Why not call up her whore? We can play with her too...]<br /><br />A smile slowly spread across Jennifer's face, why not? She walked over to her desk phone and punched in a couple numbers, after a few moments Marcia answered the page.<br /><br />"Get your sexy ass up here" Mark said in jennifer's voice, "I need your dainty fingers to...probe a delicate problem." A giggle emanated from the phone, "sure thing, mistress.."<br /><br />As the line clicked dead, Mark walked Jennifer over to her clothes and fished out her underwear, a matching black ensemble that looked downright sexy when married to her curves. Jennifer sexily slid the garments on...<br /><br />As Marcia walked into Jennifer's office, she was greeted with the above image. Marica slithered over to her lover, unaware she was no longer who she appeared to be. Jennifer ordered Marcia to turn around for a shoulder massage, which Marcia eagerly obliged to. She had no reason not to after all. However, instead of a massage she just got a sharp fingernail jabbed into the base of her neck, resulting in her following Jennifer's lead from just minutes before.<br /><br />[Put on this harlot too, we can have some real fun!]<br /><br />Jennifer tore off her undergarments before fishing Marcia out of her clothes, her olive skin hanging free from Jennifer's delicate fingers. Jennifer smiled before sliding a leg into her former lover.<br /><br />[They wanted so badly to be together, they will be now!]<br /><br />Marcia's skin slowly crept up Jennifer's taught abdomen, her wet crotch encasing the equally wet one beneath Her perky breasts slightly compressing the paler ones 'neath. The may not have been as big, but they were equally pleasing to the eye. An olive hand gently cupped one as Jennifer smiled, the other hand grabbing Marcia's face and pulling it up and over her head, Marcia's curly brown locks finally replacing Jennifer's blonde. As Marcia was about to get dressed, she was interrupted.<br /><br />[There is two of us, we now have two whores at our disposal. Why not have some fun?]<br /><br />Suddenly, Marcia felt a huge orgasm begin to build deep within her. She moaned excitedly as her legs gave way, causing her to prop herself up on hand and knee. The orgasm grew as she felt something pushing her vaginal lips apart, her moans growing in intensity. The orgasm built as something continued to push out of her, her male mind wondered why she wasn't in pain judging by the size of the object, before another wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. With one final, guttural orgasm the thing finished sliding out of her and stood up.<br /><br />"Much better."<br /><br />Marcia turned her head to see...JENNIFER!?<br /><br />"Thank you for your help, Mark. I've been without a body for far, far too long and have missed out on a lot. Now, how about we go get something to eat? I've heard there are plenty of horny young guys heading to the clubs soon..."<br /><br />Marcia smiled as she stood up, "anything you say, my queen."<br /><br /><br /></span>