Room Service (body swap)
Zackery Ignace Pierce frowned. He’d ordered room service almost an hour ago. He picked up the phone at the posh L’Tour Hotel and hit the zero button. The snooty front desk clerk insisted that he'd sent the bellman up with it a half hour ago, but that he would page the bellman.
Verne Jewels, who hated his parents for naming him thus, loosened his bellman’s uniform, and sat cross-legged on the bed in the suite adjacent to supermodel Zack Pierce’s room. He recited the mantra and swayed back and forth. In front of him on the bed lay a washcloth from the supermodel’s room, a glossy full page magazine of the hunk in a Versace Speedo, and a special crystal. The crystal glowed as Verne recited.
Jamison Jones sat in the suite on the other side of Zack Pierce’s suite. He’d cashed out his IRA and forked over $9500 to rent the room for a week, not knowing exactly which day the superstar would turn up, but knowing that the suite was his home when he was in town. The week also gave him time to try again if the procedure didn’t go quite as planned. Jamison Jones was greedy. He wanted it all, and he didn’t really want to work for it. He was older than Zack Pierce, but through a series of bad investments and habits had ended up in his late 20's jobless, owing what Zack Pierce earned in a year, and tonight he would become Zack Pierce. He positioned his special crystal and set the photo he had clipped from the Versace underwear package next to the lit candles. Sitting naked with his hairy belly hanging over his genitals, Jamison began to chant the same incantation as Verne.
Zack sat back on the chaise lounge in his suite. He contemplated whether to change his name to simply Zak as his manager had suggested. He was of two minds: it would be cool to be like Madonna or Cher, a one-name wonder, but he really had always been Zack Pierce, and he thought the one name thing a bit pretentious. He breathed deeply and tried to empty his mind using a Zen relaxation technique. He started to doze off. In his mind the room seemed to shift.
Images of his Versace swimsuit ad, and of his underwear package pose flickered back and forth in his mind. They were from last year, why should he be thinking about them now. He suddenly felt overweight, and absently felt a hairy beer belly where there should be smooth rippled abs. Then suddenly it was smooth and soft. He felt like a ping-pong ball. Perhaps he was thinking about growing old and remembering when he’d been like 15. It was so confusing. Zack opened his eyes, and shook his heads. Simultaneously he saw himself sitting looking at a magazine ad with a draped window to his left, and looking at the underwear package with a half opened drape on his right. He raised his right hand to his face. His chin felt soft covered with unshaven peach-fuzz, and rough with a three day growth of beard. He looked at his hand and flexed it. He saw two hands superimposed. One was big hairy with a knife scar on the back of it, the other was small and smooth like a girl’s. Neither hand was his perfect long fingered hand. Was he losing his mind?
Zack’s body opened his eyes, and looked up at the crystal chandelier. Verne’s and Jim’s minds simultaneously thought, “YES! It worked!” The thought seemed to echo in Zack’s emptied head. He sat up, and tried to get up. Jim wanted to go to the bathroom mirror to check himself out, while Verne wanted to go over to the dresser mirror. He started to walk right and left simultaneously, and as he raised both legs in the air, he fell down with an embarrassing plop. At first each thought that Zack was still in there, but they quickly realized that somehow they had turned Zack Pierce’s body into a co-op.
GET OUT! thought Jim.
You get out. I was here first! replied Verne.
Zack seemed to be coping better. He had managed to get both his bodies to the telephone. He read the room extensions 2123, 2119. His suite was 2121. He was on either side of his suite. He heard a buzzing and felt a vibration in his pocket. One hand searched an empty pocket the other found the pager in his pocket. He searched and found the wallets of each of his bodies and determined that he was now one Verne Jewels, a bellman, and a certain Jamison Jones.
He managed to dress his two selves with a bit of difficulty since each body mirrored the others actions. He started to concentrate, and found he could make them move separately. He located his room keys, and headed to the doors. He stepped into the hallway and saw his new other selves. A little time in the gym, and a proper diet, and both men could be rather good looking, Zack decided. He walked toward himself which was a bit unnerving. He awkwardly managed to shake his outstretched hand. Then Zack turned his two bodies toward the door marked 2121. He knocked loudly with both his right hands.
With effort Jim and Verne struggled toward the door. Finally, they managed to coordinate a system. Right. Left. Right. Left. They reached together for the knob, and pulled the door open. There standing side by side were their former bodies. Jim cursed, but Verne had the presence of mind to say, “Room service? It’s about time you got here,” then turning to Jim’s former body he asked, “Who are you?”
Zack saw himself, and heard his voice coming out of his body, but he knew it wasn’t him. He was dumbfounded.
Jim finally realizing that both his former body and the bellhop were displaying the exact same facial reactions and holding the same posture laughed, “I guess you really are beside yourself now, eh, Zack? No, wait. I’m Zack, so you must be “Jim,”“ he said tapping his old body. “And you are? Verne!” he shouted pointing at the name badge on the uniform.
Verne realized what had happened too. Somehow that Jim and he were cohabitting Zack’s body while Zack was split between their two bodies.
A brief struggle as the two occupants of Zack’s body tried to speak simultaneously ended with them glaring at their former selves and saying, “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” And they started to reach to close the door staggering slightly as each fought to dominate Zack’s body.
Zack looked into each set of eyes, and grinned. Jim’s right arm, and Verne’s left arm swung back in unison rushing forward at Zack’s handsome face. In unison Zack said, “I think I will!”
As Jim and Verne returned to consciousness, they found that their new body was naked, and that their former bodies were indeed fucking them. Jim’s large cock was shoved up their bubble butt, while Verne’s smaller cock gagged their throat.
Zack explained, “You buffoons may have evicted me from my body, but you two don’t know the first thing about modeling. Hell, you can’t even walk, let alone walk like a model. You need me to teach you. You’ll hire Jim as your new manager, and Verne will be your personal assistant. At least to the outside world. You both know you stole my body, so you had better behave. In private, you will address me as Master Pierce, and I will call you Zak. I’ve made up my mind, we are going the Cher and Madonna, one named wonder route. Now let’s get you cleaned up. Jim’s arms wrapped around Zak’s waist as Verne grasped Zak under his arms. They carried the dual persons to the suite bathroom, and proceeded to wash it, shave it and groom it. Jim and Verne were too cowed to resist, and in fact secretly liked it.
Under new management and with a new name, Zak moved from the realm of the Supermodel to the one name wonders. The personalities of Verne and Jim slowly merged into Zak, Zack’s obedient slave. Zack as Verne and Jim laughed as he realized he was more successsful as the manager and trainer of his former body than he had been as a supermodel himself. Perhaps it was the double orgasm he experienced fucking himself at either end simultaneously, but he really enjoyed being two people. He never missed a favorite tv show again, since he literally could be in two places at once. If only people knew!