VIP girl

"Damn it, think, Jeff... just turn on your genius brain and think!"

Tina squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her fingers in the long, unfamiliar hair that softly tickled her back. It felt strange... too real. That massive chest barely fit into the tiny black top, barely covering anything. Tina felt the weight pulling her forward, the soft flesh trembling slightly with each breath.

"God, is this even possible?" She lowered her gaze, only to see her breasts blocking the view, making it impossible to see her body entirely. When Tina dropped her head further, strands of long dark hair fell forward, partially obscuring her vision. Yet, even through them, she could clearly feel the weight of her new hips—wide, firm, unrealistically feminine.

Every movement echoed with a gentle sway—her ass, too large and soft, seemed to have a life of its own. Tina ran her hand down her stomach, brushing against smooth, thin skin, then lower—to the narrow waistband of barely noticeable red panties, barely concealing her intimate areas.

— Damn... — she muttered, and her own voice—high, sultry, unfamiliar—made her flinch.

It was all... wrong. Just a minute ago, he was a guy, a student. Jeff had simply wished to be in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by beautiful women, and said it out loud. And now, here he was. Wish granted—just not the way he expected.

"Calm down... you need to figure this out," Tina stepped forward, and every motion felt strange: her breasts jiggled with each step, hips swayed smoothly. Her legs, surprisingly slender, felt different. She felt... insanely sexy. But this wasn't her body. It was a woman's. Sexy, like something straight out of a man's fantasy.

— Tina! — a playful, ringing voice called from the pool.

Tina jolted, turning around. One of the girls—a blonde with curls, wearing a tiny pink bikini—waved at her with a champagne glass, laughing cheerfully. Her chest was practically spilling out of her top, but she didn’t seem to care.

— Where'd you run off to? — the blonde drawled, her voice still cheerful, but there was... something else in her gaze. Under the overly playful tone lingered a hint Tina caught immediately: no one slacks off here.

— Come on, don't be shy! — she added, swaying the glass, a thin stream of champagne trickling down her fingers. — We're all here to have fun, remember?

Tina swallowed, feeling her chest rise and fall with heavy, rapid breathing. Her whole body, damn it, felt so sensitive... so alive. But inside, the panic only grew stronger.

"For fun?" flashed through her mind.

And suddenly, like pressing an invisible button, Tina's consciousness flooded with bursts of new memories—vivid, detailed, too real.

This—was a luxurious villa for VIP guests. She was here like the other girls—a prostitute, meant to entertain wealthy men, most of whom were well over forty. The rules, what she was supposed to do, why she was here—it all felt like she'd always known it.

And then—scenes. Not Jeff's memories. Completely different ones. Lewd, like those late-night movies he used to watch in secret. Erotic moans, sensual movements during sex. How to arch her back just right to make her chest look fuller, to give a man more pleasure during lovemaking. How to teasingly bite her lip, playing with her gaze at the start of passionate adventures. How to approach a man when he looks at her with desire... and what to do next.

— Oh, shit... — Tina whispered, her legs buckling slightly, but she managed to stay standing.

It was all in her head, so vividly, so... naturally.

Her eyes fell on the wine glass nearby, and instantly, she imagined how to hold it just right, lips barely brushing the rim for effect. How to sit on a man's lap with it, making her long thighs look even more enticing, panties just barely revealing the curve of her hip. How to let out a soft moan when a man's fingers "accidentally" brushed her breast, if she was playing the shy tease for particularly refined clients.

"No! This is wrong! This isn't me!"

But those images kept flashing again and again. Passionate glances. Hands gliding over skin. Moments he, as a guy, could never have imagined for himself, and now... now they felt like part of her very being. She knew what to do. Knew how to do it.

— Tina! — the blonde's voice cut into her mind again, yanking her from the disturbing visions. — What's with you? You look like you're spacing out. — Her tone sharpened slightly. — You do want to have fun, right?

Tina swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

— U-uh... of course... — she exhaled, stepping forward, though her legs felt unsteady, almost disobedient. Her voice, though trembling, came out soft, velvety, sounding... damn, way too sexy.

Her body moved on its own, with a grace Jeff could have never imitated, but now... The swaying hips, the softness in her steps, the subtle, yet polished art of seduction—it all felt terrifyingly natural.

Suddenly—slap!

Tina let out a high-pitched yelp, the sound escaping her lips involuntarily, and her thigh jolted, flesh quivering slightly in response to the smack. Her entire body responded with a strange shiver, as if her skin had become a hundred times more sensitive.

— Ha! Relax, babe! — a bright laugh echoed.

Tina spun around sharply, her chest bouncing with the movement, and her gaze locked onto a slim brunette with short hair already darting toward the pool, laughing.

Sophie.

She knew her name. As if it had always been there in her mind. Sophie—the tease, the flirt, the one who loved putting on a show, especially when clients were around. They’d worked together for years.

And more...

Tina shook her head, but the flood of memories wouldn’t stop. She knew them all.

Jenny—the blonde with the glass. The leader among the girls. Experienced, bold, the one who taught the newbies how to act properly. Confidence? Through the roof. Sincerity? Not so much. Tina didn’t exactly like her but respected her as a professional.

Lauren—the freckled redhead, always too loud, deliberately provocative, masking a hint of self-doubt beneath her vulgarity. Lauren lacked confidence, despite her act. Tina had enjoyed teaching her the finer details—from playful teasing to perfect oral skills—feeling the way she absorbed every lesson with nervous fascination.

These names, these roles... They surfaced in her mind as though she had known them her entire life. Their habits, quirks, even the kind of men they preferred.

"This... these aren't my memories! But why do I know all this?"

— Tiiina... — Jenny drawled, sipping from her glass, then licking her lips. — You're looking extra hot tonight... what, decided to take a break?

— I... — Tina felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. Words caught in her throat, but her body seemed to switch into autopilot. Her lips curved into a soft, flirtatious smile, hips tilting ever so slightly.

— Just... got distracted, — she whispered, her voice still trembling, but now... too soft, too sweet.

— That's more like it. The boys will be here soon — Jenny nodded, gesturing for her to come closer to the pool.

Tina flinched at the word boys, and once again, that strange sensation—the heat, the tingling across her skin, like her body was reacting in ways she couldn't control, anticipating something.

"No... no... this is wrong... but why does it feel so... exciting?!"