"You're shitting me! Gary Franks actually came over to talk to you?" Trish
scribbled another shorthand notation on her pad to help her remember the story.

"He did better than that. He was accompanied by the most beautiful blonde that
I'd ever seen in my life. As they joined us at our table, he introduced me to the
most beautiful example of Scandinavian womanhood in the world. Tashia sat down
beside me and I couldn't listen to Gary's words for staring at her beautifully
exposed cleavage. I admit I was in instant lust for this new beautiful woman. I
would've done anything that she requested of me at that moment, even cut my dick
off if she'd asked me. Her dazzling white teeth, her beaming smile, her flawless
complexion, her gleaming blue eyes, her full lips, her beautiful mane of thick
blonde hair, and her luscious perfectly-curved body was too much woman for this
man. Her seductive perfume's delightful fragrance filled my nostrils with dreams
of desire as I stared into her delightful eyes. She was too much woman for one
man to handle. And she was sitting immediately beside me, making me feel as if I
was the most virile man in the world. She laughed at my silly jokes as if I was
brilliant, she smiled at my obvious stares as if there was hope of a romance for
me; and most importantly, she fueled my sexual ego. I was the Champion Stud of
the World at that moment with Tashia and Marcie at my table."

"How did Priscilla stack up against the competition?"

"I regret to admit it but she blended into the background after a couple of
seconds, except for an occasional attempt to keep us aware of her presence. The
two women were listening to Gary as he told a dirty joke. I'd heard it before but
those two women's giggling and laughing caused me to laugh so hard that I almost
fell out of my chair. Then Gary did something unexpected - he asked Priscilla and
me to join him at this table. Well, it only took one little finger of Tashia's
hand wrapped around my little finger, to lead me back to his table. Tashia sat me
down beside her and Monique while Marcie guided Priscilla to her side of the
table. For an hour, I was regaled and wined by the most beautiful dozen women in
the world."

"I could see you leaving me for someone as beautiful as one of Frank's women, but
I'm still amazed at you falling in love with Priscilla."

"Quit being so catty and listen to my story. As soon as we left our new good
friends, Priscilla said `There's something wrong. Marcie was ugly, overweight and
a declared horseman.' I'd never heard of horseman used in that context and asked
her to explain. She said that the college-day Marcie was an avowed feminist who
was also a masculine lesbian - thus the British expression of horseman. That
previous college-days version of Marcie kept suggesting to Priscilla that they
take the Wall Street Journal, a jug of wine and go on a picnic. Apparently Marcie
wanted Priscilla as a lover but that type of sex didn't appeal to Priscilla - she
was very opinioned about sex and women didn't turn her on. Any way, Priscilla
said that there were more than just the physical changes that we had seen in this
new Marcie, that her complete attitude had changed. This new Marcie appeared to
be a quite dedicated sexy vixen who lived only to serve her man - Gary Franks.
Priscilla told me that she checked out Marcie's new appearance quite well while I
was busy with Tashia and saw some slight physical resemblance to the college-day
Marcie. But as she adamantly declared later `that the bitch has had a hell of a
lot of modification to her body'."

The slight slurp sound of Trish sipping on her coffee broke Bryan's train of
thought. As he paused to regroup, Trish asked "There are usually obvious signs of
surgery and I'll admit that it's easier to find someone who's been surgically
improved than to find someone that's completely real and natural. But from what
I've heard about these women, they all look so natural and perfect, that there's
rumors that methods other than surgery have been used."

"That's what Priscilla thought also. That night as we laid curled up naked in
bed, she talked about Marcie, then about our project, then about Tashia, then
about us, then about Diana - a stunning redhead who sat next to me at the table,
then about my old job. I didn't realize it but she was evaluating me. Everytime
that she mentioned one of the women, I got an erection, but quickly lost it when
she changed the subject to my life with her. I discovered too late how she was
testing me and when she angrily jumped up out of bed, it was too late. As she ran
into the bathroom and locked the door to keep me out, she screamed that my
physical reaction to those women hurt her. I tried to talk to her but she sat on
the other side of the door crying and sobbing about how she thought that we had
something special then I threw it all away because a beautiful woman smiled at
me. I told her that I hadn't done anything but talk to her friends and that she
was there watching me behave myself. She answered by sobbing something about how
my hands behaved but my `eyes didn't behave'. She said that the way that I stared
at those women all evening made her feel like an ugly fool. I tried to talk some
sense into her but wound up spending the night on the couch."

"Do you have an erection while you're talking to me?" asked Trish in a teasing,
sultry voice.

There was no change to Bryan's voice as he ignored her question "That was the
beginning of the end for us. The next day, she went out and when she came back,
she told me that she'd taken a part time job working for Gary. That upset me
because I needed her but she told me that she was way ahead of me on doing
research and that we could use the money. I knew that she was right about the
money, so I agreed to her job. As if I had any say in the matter. That evening,
she did something unusual. You joke about her - shall I say - personal-grooming
habits, but there were several things that she detested. And one of them was
shaving her legs. Normally she would shave her legs every Friday night. By
Wednesday, her legs were like a piece of sandpaper with her heavy leg growth.
Well, it was Tuesday and she shaved her legs. She came out of that bathtub,
smelling all good and clean - so good that I took advantage of her shaved legs.
Then the next day, she again went to Gary's place to work. When she came home,
she was wearing lipstick, which was something unusual for her. She told me one
time that smearing waxy colored substances on one's face was a throwback to the
pagan rituals that we hadn't outgrown as a society. As soon as she came in the
door, she attacked me with her kisses and led me back to our bedroom. After we
made love, she slipped into the bathroom to clean up and shaved her legs again -
which was twice in one week. She came out of that bathroom all shaved and her
lips gleaming so pretty that we messed up the bedsheets again."

"Sounds like the typical `so that's what it takes to turn on my man' scenario.
She saw you fawning over the attractive women and saw how Marcie had been able to
overcome her previous ugly appearance. Sounds like she decided to see if she
could improve upon herself."

"Yeah, and that's what she did. Everyday, it was some little thing that was
different about her. By the end of the first week, she had long red fingernails.
They were fake but certainly an improvement over her lifelong gnawed-to-the-
quick fingernails. And she was wearing makeup from the time that she got up, to
when we went to bed. She would walk out the door in the morning and come back,
looking like she'd spent the day in the beauty parlor. Everyday, there was some
improvement to her when she came home. And she always came home horny. By the end
of the second week, she had long red fingernails, a new curly hairstyle, some new
clothes in her wardrobe and had lost ten pounds. She said that she needed the
clothes because of the weight loss, but these were clothes that she wouldn't have
wore before - clothes very similar to the clothes that Marcie and those other
girls wore. But the most amazing change in her was her vocabulary and choice of
reading material. Her technical magazines were thrown in the trash and she was
reading Cosmopolitan and all those women's magazines. At night, instead of lying
in my arms and talking about deep subjects such as `why mankind must adapt to
social change', she'd talk about how great it was to have sex with me. She
stroked my sexual ego instead of stirring me intellectually. I accused her of
becoming a bimbo once and my wild statement actually pleased her. I've never seen
anyone change the way that she did."

"Sounds like you reacted to her changes and you probably fueled further changes."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But she was losing weight, firming up her body,
improving her complexion, and beginning to look mighty damn attractive. By the
end of the month, she didn't look like the same woman. Oh, don't get me wrong -
she wasn't as beautiful as one of Frank's women, but she was a hell of a lot more
attractive than when I first met her. By that time, I had just about used up all
the research that she had previously collected and suggested that she return back
to her work. She declined, suggesting that we use a research service. I blew my
top and raised hell. That's when she did the most unbelievable thing. She gave me
her first blowjob."

A loud cackle echoed off the newspaper's walls, as Trish laughed so hard that she
almost dropped the phone. When she recovered to where she could talk again, she
asked "All this time of living with her and she wouldn't blow you until then. I
used to do that just to get you aroused."

"I know. And it was a sensitive subject between us. She felt that taking a man's
penis into her mouth demeaned her and was another throwback to those old pagan
ritual days - or she used to feel that way. Anyhow when she was the old
Priscilla, she was very old fashioned in her lovemaking - very exuberant and
long-lasting, but old fashioned as to what she would do and the positions. But
this new Priscilla was like a just-awakened nypho who had to catch up. She was so
great and satisfying that I couldn't complain. After all, I wasn't about to turn
down good pussy, which just kept getting better. I was getting so much pussy that
I thought that my life was just about perfect. And I quickly learned to shut up
inquiring about social change in America and learned to enjoy a woman who would
suck me dry where ever and whenever I wanted it. We were like two adolescence
teenagers whose parents went away for the weekend. We did it all as often as we
could. I didn't care that she wasn't doing any research anymore or that her
vocabulary had dropped down to using words with only two or three syllables. I
did care about the medicine that I discovered her taking one day. She had some
pills that she admitted that she now took every day and various creams that she
rubbed on her body. I'll admit that she looked better and that her breasts filled
out firmer, but I didn't like her taking any unknown chemicals."

"Did you get the names of the pills or creams?"

"No, they were all private labeled. The next day, when she went to Gary's place,
I searched the apartment and found all of her pills and creams. I hid them and
she didn't say a word when she discovered that they were missing. I asked her not
to take any more unknown chemicals and she purred something about "but those
pills help me find the inner me". I tried to make her mad so that she would tell
me the truth but she wouldn't get mad. I knew that she continued taking those
pills when she was at Gary's place. And that's about the time that she did
something else that really amazed me. All along, I'd occasionally seen Marcie
when she brought Priscilla home but one evening I was stunned when I heard
Priscilla's key in the door and it was Marcie by herself that walked through the
door. Marcie had Priscilla's key and a small overnight bag. She told me that
Priscilla wouldn't be home that night and Marcie was there to make sure that I
wouldn't be lonesome. I was pissed at the way that Priscilla felt that she could
manipulate me. So mad, that I fucked Marcie the first time in the living room.
Yeah, I knew that I was being manipulated but I didn't care. Marcie did turn me
on and she wasn't the sort of woman that you would kick out of your bed. By the
next morning, I was so worn out from our vigorous all-night lovemaking session
that I didn't care if Priscilla never returned home. That woman could show a
football team a thing or two about endurance. Marcie stayed with me all day - I
didn't get a bit of work done. She changed clothes two or three times but it was
to model her lingerie for me. Whenever I asked what was happening with Priscilla,
she'd shove one of her fantastic boobs into my mouth and convince me to forget
about her. Two very wonderful nights and two days of making love to Marcie and I
was beginning to wonder what was going on. Then Tashia showed up and replaced
Marcie in my bed. I was in heaven. I've never tasted pussy as sweet or sucked on
breasts as nice as her."

"Well, excuse me. I think I'll go somewhere and just let my sour pussy and
sagging pancake breasts die."

"Trish, you know what I mean. When we were lovers, I enjoyed being with you but
there was just something about these two women, that was better than normal. Sort
of a move up from Dairy Queen to Haagen-Dazs ice cream type comparison. Anyhow,
Tashia stayed with me for three long days. Then Priscilla came home - or rather
the new Priscilla. I suspected that she was having surgery - that's why the other
women were there to distract me and when she walked through the door, I knew it.
But I'd never seen any surgery before where you heal in only five days. Her face
had tightened and firmed up as well as developed cheekbones. Her nose was now
slender and her lips were fuller. Her new face with her beautiful wide-eyes made
her look like an innocent angel - that is until you let your eyes drift from her
face to her body. As for her body - it was quite obvious that her breasts were a
full cup size larger. She'd gone from a sagging C cup to a pert and very plump D
cup in just five days and there were no surgical scars. She swore up and down
that they were the same size as when she left, but I know the difference between
grapefruits and oranges. She had grapefruits now. Nice grapefruits with thick
nubbins for nipples. And there were other changes too. She'd lost a lot of the
dark hair on her arms and legs so that her limbs were now covered with a smooth
downy layer of fine hair. Her complexion had cleared up, her hair was thicker and
richer as well as colored a dark brown with light blonde highlights. Her droopy
ass had firmed up and she had an overall Playboy type body - not a centerfold
like Tashia's body but she was getting close. She went from being a frumpy dumpy
overweight housewife to a sex goddess in less than six weeks."

"Wheee, that sounds like something that I need for myself. I need to get rid of
these flat pancake tits. Would you like me better if I had some really big
hooters? Do you like cantaloupes better than grapefruits? How about watermelons?"
asked Trish, dropping her voice to a sultry sound as she ended her question.

"No one needs what they did to her. I'll admit that she was beautiful and had a
fantastic body but they did it at the price of her mind. She wasn't Priscilla
anymore. Just as she told me about how Marcie had changed mentally, she changed
also. She didn't care a damn thing about my book or her former job. She was just
there to be my playtoy - to share my bed and satisfy my sexual needs. I'd give
her a book and ask her a question. If she knew the answer, she'd tell me but she
wouldn't spent more than a couple of seconds looking through the book before she
would try to distract me. I thought that six times of having sex in one day would
be my all-time personal best, but that first day that she came back home, I got
my rocks off an record nine times. She was like a possessed demon who knew just
the right whistles and bells to turn me on and keep me turned on. But there comes
a time when you have to drag your ass out of bed and go back to work. I was way
behind my schedule because of all the fucking so it was something that had to be
done. But no, she didn't care about my book. And it was hard to be mad at her
because of the way that she smiled and serviced me. Two weeks after she came back
home, I only had three pages done - that's supposed to be one afternoon's
writing. Then Gary and his entourage came to see me."

"Uh-oh, sounds like bad news."

"Yeah, it was. He came to claim his newest member. I was trying to work on my
book and she was in the bathroom. When the doorbell rang, it surprised me to find
him and his dozen women in the hallway. I invited him in, not really knowing, but
suddenly understanding why he was there. When she walked out of the bedroom,
wearing her new skin-tight, dark evening dress and high heels, I knew that she
hadn't dressed like that for me. He had made himself at home in my easy chair and
she sat down on the chair's arm, her exposed firm upper breasts only inches from
his eyes, as sat there beside him looking at me like a sultry cat who was purring
for her master - only I wasn't the master. Gary told me that since she'd shaped
herself up so much, he'd invited her to join his little troupe of entertainers
and that she'd accepted. He told me that I was lucky to have such a fine woman
and that he would share some of his other women for awhile with me - when she was
with him. I lost my temper and told him to get the hell out of my place."

There was a pause then Brian continued "I jumped up from the couch and as I
angrily approached him, Priscilla stepped between us, pleading with me to calm
down. Her soft arms and warm breasts pushed me back to the couch and her nimble
fingers unzipped my trousers. Right there in front of him and all those other
women, she showed him how she could control me. And as long as she had my dick in
her mouth, I was doing anything she wanted. She guided me back down onto the
couch and kept her head buried in my lap as he talked to me. Denise, a stunning
African-American had taken Priscilla's place on the chair's armrest. I vaguely
listened to Gary as he said that he collected beautiful women and that Priscilla
had volunteered to join him. That she was his new concubine and that she would be
spending less and less time with me. However, because he liked me, he was willing
to share some of his older girls with me until I found someone new for myself. I
think that's what he said. I was having a difficult time concentrating because of
Priscilla's warm mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock and also because Denise
unbuttoned her blouse revealing her magnificent boobs. As soon as I was about
ready to explode my load into Priscilla's mouth, she pulled back and Denise
stepped forward to take her place. That woman had a deep mouth and could suck an
apple through a straw. She sucked me completely dry before swallowing a drop. I
didn't see Priscilla or the rest of them leave because Denise and Nelda were
keeping me busy. It was the next morning before I even had a moment to think
about what had happened, then Nelda attacked me again."

"Sounds like a fair trade. Two cunts for one. What did Nelda look like?"

"She was like the Irish wholesome-looking sweetheart. Flaming red hair with an
Irish temper to match and freckles all over her body. I'd never realized before
that freckles could be pretty on the right person. She was five foot two inches
of pure dynamite and Denise was six foot, three inches of pure legs. She could
wrap her long legs around my neck and make me wish that she would squeeze me to
death. It was about that time that I realized that although all of the women were
stunning, there were slight differences that made each of the unique. Denise was
long legged and her dark skin brought out the savage beast in me. Nelda was the
freckle-faced girl-next-door type of ing,nue who could lie in bed beside me and
whisper me into daydreams of trapped on a remote island with her. Tashia was pure
sex and body with large breasts. The other women had large c-cup sized breasts
but Tashia had a full d-cup. As for Marcie, she was like an executive secretary -
a professional by day but a hell of a woman at home."

"Was that the last time that you saw Priscilla?"

"No, Gary rotated some of his other women over to keep me company and one night
about two weeks later, I thought that I was doing a menages with Lucy and
Caroline. I was blindfolded and eating dear sweet Lucy out while Caroline rode
me. Only when I took the blindfold off, it was Priscilla that I'd been eating.
She and Martha had sneaked into my apartment and swapped out one at a time with
my current paramours. It'd only been two weeks since I'd seen her last but there
was more obvious changes to her appearance. Her face had become beautiful,
somehow becoming almost as glamorous as Tashia. The main difference between
Tashia and the new Priscilla was that Tashia was more outdoors looking and
Priscilla was more innocent looking with her wide eyes. Both women had similarly
shaped bodies. Her chin was firmer, her complexion looked healthier, there was
more of a natural rosy glow to her cheeks, her size D cup breasts had grown even
further so they were now DD cup and her body looked as tight and fit as if she'd
lifted weights all her life. Her legs were firm and shapely and didn't need the
daily shaving. Oh yeah, she was now a blonde with shoulder length hair that had
grown about six inches in the two weeks. Even her pussy hair was a golden honey
color and was very fine instead of her previous course dark pubic hair. I barely
recognized her even as intimately as I knew her former body."

"That's not possible. You can bleach it but you can't change the texture of
public hair. I know because I tried to convince someone that I was a natural
blonde when I was in college. I wish that we had known each other back then. I
thought I was a cute perky little blonde."

He ignored her comment and continued "Somehow she did it, just as she changed
everything else about her body. And as I told you before, she was now a giggling,
silly bimbo who didn't care to read the paper or know what was going on in the
world. The woman who used to quote Socrates now acted like she couldn't even
spell his name. She only thought about or talked about subjects that were
glamorous or sexual or grooming. She wouldn't come out of that bathroom until
every hair was in its place and she looked completely perfect. Anyhow when I
discovered who it was in bed with me that night, I fucked her and then fell into
an exhausted sleep. When I woke up, she was gone - as were all of the other women
who had been sharing my apartment. There was a note from her, saying that by now
I should be over her and to please forget her. And that none of the other women
would be coming by to see me either."