Jon leafed through the trashy sci fi book Jake had until recently been "reading", unaware that the porno mag had dropped by the wayside. The book was some trashy novel about Biff Gamma. "Strange, I thought the story would at least acknowledge Jake being in it... I wish I knew what Jake was doing... " Jon mumbled.
Something forced Jon to close his eyes. When he opened them again Jon found himself face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt flushed and enervated, as though he had just been for a run. Sweaty. His clothes were different... like a silky towel around his waist and something pushing against his chest. Jon felt cold terror in his stomach. Something was very wrong and Jon knew without looking what it was.
The tennis racket and balls fell from Jon's surprised hands.
"Oh Senorita, let me get those for you," the dusky skinned beauty before Jon said as she dropped to her knees and crawled away after the rolling balls. Even in his shocked state, Jon knew noticed that the hispanic girl was not wearing any undergarments. In fact she was wearing a semi translucent french maids outfit. Something was really wrong with this.
Just then the door opened and a man walked in. "Maggie, man I could do with a shower." He turned and looked at the maid. "You know we could have used her as a ball girl... she seems to be quite good at it." There was a glint in his eye.
Jon searched his clothes for the rock. He had to have it... all he found were the unfamiliar curves and protusions of a body he had never known. "Oh no. The Rock!"
"The Rock?" the man asked.
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Peter Rawlins smiled. He was rich. A billionaire. He had a beautiful daughter Maggie. A chauffuer. A delactible Hispanic maid. Cars. Yaughts, Mansions all over the world. The richest most powerful man in the world. And it was all thanks to the rock...
