"I thought I told you two not to do these little dressing room "follow-ups" after your shows!" a gravely male voice echoed through the room as Sam and the Reverend stopped their foreplay.
The Reverend stepped back from Sam as the two of them turned to look at a fat, balding middle aged guy with a thick mustache and a slightly disheveled suit. He had the same style collar around his neck as everyone else.
"Awwww...you really know how to suck the fun out of a room Maury." Sam found himself saying with what he presumed was Tasha's sexy feminine voice.
The Reverend sauntered over to a makeup table and sat down. Crossing his long brown legs, he put his stiletto-pumped, ruffled socked feet up on the edge and looked up at Maury. "You jus mad you ain't gettin none Maury!" the reverend giggled with his "ghetto-fabulous" new voice. His face was just as upset at before, but his voice oozed sex and good humor.
"If you two didn't bring in so many regulars I'd have you out on your asses." the man Sam presumed was the club owner retorted. Sam looked at the man, who, apparently still had his original head intact and in place. Though he seemed to be speaking with a nonchalance to them, Sam could tell the man was aware of their predicament but was being forced to go with the flow as well.
Sam and the Reverend started to slip out of their stripper-apparel and into their street clothes. To his disappointment, their off-duty ensembles were almost as risque as their working clothes. Sam's body slowly pulled on a set of black lacy bra and panties as the Reverend pulled up a pair of leopard-print panties of his own. "The house sure was packed. Almost a shame our shift is ending." Sam found himself saying. God how he wished he could say what he really wanted to!
"Don't worry; with the rep you two are building with the locals, you'll have another full house for your next shift." Maury said as he watched the two "strippers" get dressed.
Sam's new body slid on a red sweater dress that hugged Tasha's curves in a most alluring manner. The hem fell waaaaaay up her thighs and the low-cut v-neck put her amazing cleavage on display. As he did so the Reverend slid on a tiny pair of black pin-stripe shorts and a bright green tank top. "Thank the Lord above that there are always fools who are willing to throw their hard earned money in a ho's direction!" the Reverend chuckled with his body's voice.
"What are you two up to now?" Maury asked, his face confused as he looked back and forth between the two male heads now resting on the shoulders of his two prized employees.
"We're going to get some breakfast, then head back to our apartment." Sam found himself saying against his will. His errant body put on a pair of black patent high heeled boots with needle thin stiletto heels. "Just my luck to get the body of a chick who lives every moment in hooker shoes!" Sam cursed in his head.
Over to the side, the Reverend's black female body slid on a pair of green high heeled pumps. "Wanna come big guy? Always room at mah breakfast table for guests." his body's voice offered.
"Nah. I gotta count the nights take and take care of some paperwork. You two take care. I'll see you tonight." he said with a worried expression as he left the room.
With their stripper-bodies' purses slung over their new shoulders, Sam and the Reverend strutted out into the parking lot, their high heels clicking on the pavement with every step.
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