Cleaning up

Cassie hated her job so much. Apart from the obvious undesirable task of cleaning toilets for a living, Cassie has the unenviable task of working at Club Sin.

Gorgeous men and women would stream into the club night after night looking for and finding debauchery around every corner of the dark altar to selfishness. The next morning it was Cassie’s job to clean the now filthy bathrooms.

Sometimes it wouldn’t be all bad, like when she’d find some cash or a nice necklace but today’s treasure was a tight shiny black dress, small purse and pair of pump heels.

“Did someone walk out of here naked?” She said aloud to herself wondering how someone could leave all this behind.

Picking up the dress she felt a surge of electricity coarse through her arm and throughout her body. It was more pleasure than pain.

She stoked the material of the dress with admiration and want. She was never one to wear something so provocative let alone so revealing and short but she couldn’t help but feel the pull of the dress at that moment.

She walked over to the bathroom door and turned the lock ensuring no one would come in. Next she stood in front of the mirror and began removing her cleaning outfit.

Within a few moments she was completely naked and was suddenly reconsidering the whole idea. What was she thinking? She went to pick up her clothes when she accidentally grabbed the club dress and again felt the surge through her body.

She pulled the dress close to her almost possessively. She rubbed its smooth material against her naked body and moaned with how it felt. The more and more she rubbed and moaned the more her mind thought of the wicked bitch that must of worn it.

“I bet she was a real man eater, she took what she wanted from them and tossed them aside.” She said not in a judgemental way but in an aspirational way. She had to try on the dress now.

She slowly moved the dress up her naked body in a kind of reverse strip tease. The inside of the dress felt even better to her than the outside. By the time it reached her pussy she was drenched.

Finally she pulled the dress onto her massive tits and found it fit her like a glove.

“Did I always have big boobs?” She thought for a fleeting moment before getting distracted by her reflection.

Her figure was a perfect hourglass in the dress and she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly sexy. It helped that the dress had warped her body into one made for it.

Her skin was now tan. Her hair now long and smooth. Her lips were pouty and luscious, a perfect match for her steely gaze. If she noticed the changes she wasn’t showing it.

“Wow I look amazing in this dress. Or should I say the dress looks amazing on me.” She said now filled with vanity. She slipped her feet into the pumps with ease like she was Cinderella. Next she opened the purse to find who owed all these wonderful gifts.

To her surprise when she opened the purse she found ID’s and credit cards matching her name. Well not exactly her name.

“Kassandra Kane. These are mine?” She said as she felt a sudden pain hit her in her brain as new memories inserted themselves into her mind.

She was Kassandra Kane, the hottest woman in the city. She had men constantly vying for her attention for a date, a fuck, a handjob, anything as long as she was involved. She loved nothing more than to string them along.

As the memories replaced her old ones a new calm came over her face. A look of superiority washed over face and confidence effected her very stance.

“Ugh why does a goddess like me have to waste time looking for my belongings. Shouldn’t the help be here? I’ll have to go speak with the owner and make sure he fires whoever should be here plus he needs renew my ‘membership’.” She said with a wicked smile knowing the owners head would soon be deep in her pussy.

She strode out of the bathroom towards his office leaving her old life and cleaning outfit behind. Her new dress hug her body tightly confident in its corruption of another host.