Called Girl

Jane knew she probably shouldn’t pick up a call from a withheld number, but she did it anyway, just in case it was something important. She sighed as she heard the robotic, pre-recorded voice kick in “Congratulations! You have been selected! Please wait for instructions after the tone!” 

She was about to just hang up when the tone kicked in and she completely zoned out, her eyes went glassy and vacant. Her husband looked over from the living room and asked “Honey, you ok?” 

Jane didn’t respond, instead she just kept staring, slack jawed into the middle distance, listening intently to the tone and waiting for the instructions as she had been told.

The tone cut off and a voice came on the line, it was obviously a guy talking to what he thought was an answering machine, but Jane paid that no attention, instead her attention was solely fixed on the instructions. 

“Er…So I get to describe exactly what I want! Sweet! So…I want her to be Asian, hot as hell, of course. She should be a high class call girl but a complete slut in the bedroom, willing to do anything I want her to, no point paying for it if she isn’t!” the voice said with a confident chuckle.

 “Have her dress up in something hot, slutty and kinda classy and meet me in room 708 of the Marriott hotel uptown in an hour.”

At that the line cut out and Jane started to change, her hair darkened and her skin tanned, her features shifted as she gained gorgeous high cheekbones and stunningly beautiful almond eyes. Makeup appeared on her face and her nails grew out into a perfect french manicure.  

All of her unwanted weight melted away as her body slimmed, toned and tightened becoming perfect for the job that was ahead of her. The changes continued as her sensible t-shirt, jeans and flats became a tight red dress, leather jacket and heels. 

Finally the changes reached their crescendo as a new identity emerged and pushed Jane’s former self firmly into the recesses of her own mind. She began to recall a myriad of sexual positions as memories of countless nights fucking johns in hotel rooms filled her mind. 

Jasmine, as she now thought of herself was now in full control, and she had a client to meet. Figuring that this was a nice house and whoever owned it could definitely afford her rates, she pulled a business card from her purse and left it on the coffee table. With that she strode out of the house with purpose, letting the front door slam behind her, leaving her husband wondering where she had gone. 

The next morning Jane found herself sat in her car, parked on her driveway. She had completely returned to her normal self, not that she had any recollection of what she had been doing or where she had been. She tried to piece it all together with her husband, but neither of them could figure out why she would just take off in the middle of the day like that. The only thing they had to go on was the strange business card that had appeared on their coffee table.

In the end they agreed that Jane would get some sleep, while her husband rang the number on the card, to see what he could find out….

TO BE CONTINUED…????