“Nobody moves a muscle!” the blonde with piercing green eyes shouted, black face mask pulled tight over her face. A second girl in a skimpy black shorts and tanned legs backed her up, while a third wearing what seemed to be a Hooters waitress uniform and a balaclava fired a shot into the ceiling.
“If you cooperate, this will end quickly!”
Three anonymous girls were robbing a bank in broad daylight. They looked too pretty, too fragile, and perhaps not ideally dressed for the occasion, as if they had just decided to commit a crime out of the blue. When one guard tried to talk them down, the blonde shot him in the hand.
The cashiers quickly emptied their drawers into the bags while two of the girls escorted the manager and head guard to the smaller safes.
Once the bags were full, they bolted to a logistics van waiting outside.
As soon as the doors closed, the masks came off.
“Dude, this is amazing. No one will ever know who we are,” one of them laughed, grabbing her own exposed tits framed by the wide-open button shirt she had tied at her waist a few minutes ago.
The man driving the van scolded them. “Guys, knock it off. We need to get you out of those bodies.”
One of the girls pouted cutely and crawled into the front seat. “Can’t we just enjoy these bodies a little longer, Daddy?” She purred, sliding her dainty hand up his thigh and unzipping his pants.
“Stuart… don’t call me Daddy,” the driver groaned.
“But Daddy seems to like it,” she whispered, pulling his cock out and stroking it.
“Fuck it. One hour. But I get to fuck you all fuckers.”
They made it to a safe house where three unconscious men were lying on sofas, each wearing ancient Egyptian artifacts around their necks.
The girls immediately went to work, making out with the driver, sucking off the passed-out men, and riding their cocks while still in their stolen female bodies.
Two weeks ago, news broke about several ancient Egyptian artifacts stolen from a museum exhibit. Since then, there had been a string of strange, flawless robberies.
When the real owners of the bodies were eventually found, they had no memory of what had happened, they had simply been walking near the crime scenes when everything went blank.
The artifacts allowed their minds to jump into nearby bodies for short periods.
And Stuart and his crew were getting very good at using them.
Hey all!
I'm sorry I've taken longer than usual to post between stories, but I've been kind of busy with regular job and also this story required three characters, so my usual workflow had to be updated to handle them, and still it was not easy with my equipment. But anyway, hope you keep enjoying these short stories, and thank you for reading!