The √2nd Floor

"The hell is square two, I ain't never seen that  before," he pushed the button.

The elevator worked as normal until reaching the second floor, he stared intently at the lights above the door. The first floor light lit up with the second floor light, the car shimmied until both lights flashed. The doors opened to a penthouse, he looked around outside the door, it seemed like a regular penthouse.

"How is there windows," he stepped out.

He walked around, checking the bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, freezing at what he saw in the living room; a woman on the couch nude, curvy, stacked.

"I was hoping somebody would find me, I've been so bored, so lonely," she cooed, "c'mon, I'm not going to bite you... unless you ask."

He walked up, getting a better look at her; tanned skin redhead, heavy chest, wide hips, curvy, a nice bbw. She stood to greet him, he was surprised as big as she looked, her stomach was flat.

"Would you like to keep me company? Just for a little bit, then you can go on about your way, if you want to."

"Sure."

They sat a while, watching movies, talking, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her while she cuddled against him.

"I see you gawking at me."

"You are naked, no disrespect."

"I'm always alone, so nobody to dress up for."

"I'm not complaining."

"I hope not," she giggled, "I've been stuck in here for years, I'm alone, I'm lonely, I kinda like you... maybe I shouldn't ask."

"Ask what?"

"Ask you out. You seem cool, and I wouldn't mind trying to date and get to know you."

"We could try that."

"You sure? There's a stipulation."

"What?"

"Sex. If you're as good in bed as out of it, I'll go out with you. I need a guy who can be there for me, mentally and physically."

"If that's what you want, who am I to complain?"

"You sure? If I give it to you, you'll never leave," she teased.

"I'm not much of a lady's man, I'd rather try and fail, than wonder what-if."

She smiled, kissing him, helping him with his clothes, he takes every open moment to kiss her, she took his hand.

"I haven't been kissed like that, in years... join me in the bed room."

Not wanting to disappoint; getting a feel for her body, laying her down on the bed, doing his best. They get in to the throws of it, heavy desire and passion wash on them. They take their turns before sexual embrace, lips locked, it was if their breath and heart beats were in line, they moan together. He felt like they had become one, they reached their final climax together, catching their breath, passing out from exhaustion.

He woke up the next morning to an empty bed feeling refreshed.

"I knew you would be the one, I thank you so much," a voice came around the corner.

He was looking at himself, "what the fuck?! Hey you look like me!"

"You set me free. I told you; I've been here for a long time. Forty years ago I found this apartment and whoever had that body stole mine, trapping me in it, stealing mine. I was hoping you would  be the one, a few wouldn't take the bait."

"What? Bitch... you stole my body!"

"Damn... if I didn't know what would happen; I might want to enjoy it once again, it really is a sexy body."

"I want my body back," he jumped up, feeling heavier than usual, looking at a set of huge tits, looking at the mirror seeing that woman looking back at him.

"That body is bound to this place, it can't leave. It needs a host soul, anybody foolish enough to have sex with it, is the new host."

"What kinda bullshit is that?!"

"It's all explained in the grimoir in the night stand. Every host has written a passage of their experience, too."

"What. The. Fuck."

"I gotta admit... the sex was good, when I had sex with it, but sex as it... that was amazing."

"Gimme my body back!"

"I got a new life, all your memories and mine, I'm finally free of this prison. It takes a year after swap  before this place starts making itself visible. Better learn how to score a guy real quick," he turned to leave.

He... she looked around for clothes, just a bed and night stand, not even a closet. Trying to chase after who ever is in his body, shes not used to it, the heavy build isn't as fast or balanced, stumbling in to the living room, huffing, walking quickly to the vestibule to see him walk in the elevator.

"No, please! Take me, you can have my body, just don't leave me here! What if I can leave if you take me? Seducing can't be the only way! I don't want this!"

He just shrugged as the doors shut, she tried to force herself to run and catch it quick. The doors shut, leaving nothing but a wall. Defeated, crying; she went to fetch the grimoir, staring at the tv, plopping on the couch.