Thinking Reckless The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by deleted_user

Lisa (still Raven) raises the TVT Remote while still straddling Mark's lap in the casino shadows. The device feels heavier in this body, almost alive. She aims it directly at him—at the grifter's rugged face—and presses red again.

Flash.

Reality tilts.

Suddenly Mark is the one looking down at soft, heaving breasts, the black gown bunched around his (her?) waist. Between his legs: slick heat, swollen clit, an aching void that clenches at nothing. Long dark hair falls into his eyes—Elena Voss's features staring back from a mirror across the hall.

And Lisa—now in the grifter's body—looks down at the thick cock still half-hard from the earlier grind, balls heavy, a new kind of throb pulsing low in her belly.

She laughs, deep and gravelly. "Holy fuck, Mark. I have a dick. Your dick—well, his dick. It's... weird. Hot. Really fucking hot."

Mark blushes—cheeks flushing under perfect makeup. He shifts, feeling the wet slide of thighs, the tug of nipples against silk. "Lisa... I—I get why you were so wet. This body is on fire. Everything feels... sensitive."

Lisa reaches down, wrapping the grifter's rough hand around the cock—her cock now—and strokes experimentally. "Look at you. All dolled up and desperate." She steps closer, pressing the hard length against Raven/Mark's thigh. "Want to know what it feels like from this side?"

Mark whimpers—Raven's sultry voice turning needy. "Yes. God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck your husband in this body."

They don't make it to the suite. Right there, against the wall in a shadowed alcove, Lisa hikes the gown again and pushes in—slow at first, savoring the tight, velvet grip. Mark cries out, nails digging into broad shoulders, legs wrapping around a waist that feels impossibly strong.

The double-swap has broken something in the script. Extras glitch past them like static; the casino lights flicker. But neither cares. They're lost in the filthy symmetry: Lisa pounding into Mark with borrowed strength, Mark riding the waves of feminine pleasure, clit grinding against pubic bone with every thrust.

When they come—her spilling deep inside him, him clenching and spasming around her—it feels like short-circuiting the entire TVT system.

The remote slips from Raven/Mark's fingers, clattering to the marble floor.

Somewhere, the Emergency button glows brighter.