Tim wanted to get up, get out of that chair, and get far, far away. He wanted to do anything other than what he was currently doing, which was sitting in an office chair with his legs crossed reading an article about blowjob techniques. Of course, he was only doing that because the beautiful woman in the chair beside him was doing the exact same thing.
None of his movements were his own. Every page turn, hair flip, and eye blink was an exact copy of Candi's. He even felt himself breathing at the same pace as her. His mind was panicking, but his body was relaxed. Suddenly, he heard the elevator ding and he looked up from the magazine. Three good-looking men in suits got off and walked towards the reception desk. Finally! Someone who would see him, see just what the hell was going on! He just had to tell them. Say something. He took a breath, and felt the words forming on his tongue.
"Morning boys!" He chirped, as he heard Candi do the same.
"Morning, Candi," one said. "Looking good, as always, Candi," said another. He felt their eyes lingering for a moment, and his cheeks felt warm. Was he blushing? The men continued into the office and Tim turned his attention back to the magazine, despite his best efforts to cry for help. A few moments later, with the room empty, he felt like he had something else to say.
"This must be weird for you," he felt himself saying, as Candi said the same thing.
"They said you might be scared at first, but you really don't have anything to worry about," Everything about today had been weird, but this was the weirdest yet. He was talking to himself, being reassured by Candi - through his own voice and hers, at exactly the same time.
"My life is pretty fun. I have an easy job, a great social life, and some really cute clothes! I was surprised they sent over a guy! But I guess that, like, explains the wardrobe they sent over. Which we will definitely have to fix when we get home."
When we get home?? What did that mean? How long was this going to last! And what did she mean when they said wardrobe?!
