Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled

The Conclusion

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I found myself suddenly doing finger guns to a guy in a $2000 suit who was holding up an iPhone.

"Are you still in there?" he called to me.

I whipped my hands down immediately and scowled at him.

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I was standing on one foot, making a peace sign like a Japanese school girl. A big guy chuckled as he was handed the helmet.

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I stared down at my own cleavage. The grin on my face faded quickly as I reasserted control. My boobs felt a little sore, like I'd been squeezing them.

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I was holding my skirt up, flashing a group of young guys and girls in suits. A stern-looking woman among them was scowling at me. Whatever you're angry at, it wasn't me, lady!

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Eeek! I found myself embracing Sarah, our lips pressed together. I jumped back with a yelp, while Sarah did the same. She wiped her mouth and gave me a funny look.

"This isn't as much fun from this side!"

"Tell me about- "

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I was facing the ground in a deep bow. The shoe's Sarah had put me in were completely gone, my bare feet with black-painted nails standing on the dusty stage. I straightened up.

"And that's all folks! You'll have to wait for your commercial units to be delivered before you get to try that again!"

The business guy gave the audience a wave and smiled down at me condescendingly.

"I'd tell our volunteer to take a bow, but John here already took one for her!"

A young nerdy guy handed the helmet over to an assistant as he left the side of the stage, blushing. I wonder what else he did when he was in my body?

I took stock of myself. My feet were a bit cold, my boobs a little sore, but nothing too bad. A wiggled my fingers in front of my face, breaking my body back in. It felt a little odd, like putting a shoe back on after somebody else wore it for a little while. Almost as if it was getting used to me controlling it again.

I noticed the nail polish on my fingers was scratched off pretty badly, and some of my nails had been bitten. Goddamn it. Whatever damn nerd had made me bite my own bloody finger nails...

"Goodnight everybody!"

Business guy walked off stage and waved for me to follow. I looked over at Sarah, but she just shrugged, so we walked off stage together, hoots and wolf-whistles following us into the wings.

"When are they going to get these chips off us?" I asked Sarah.

She shrugged again and gave her arms a shake.

"It better be soon! I feel like my body is a fucking costume for these people-"

"Sarah!"

Sarah cut herself off as Mr Smith rushed towards us from somewhere deep backstage.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't know Jerry was going to take it that far." he glared at the Business Guy as he strutted past on his way to the green room. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine." muttered Sarah. Her dad quickly removed the chip from her neck, then came over to do the same to me.

"What happens next?" I asked. "Are we good?"