Brian's Story - Chapter 27 - Tougher Times

By Tobyredone

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This is the twenty-seventh story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

Iwas sitting on the couch watching a news broadcast when Burt came walking out of the bedroom. He had borrowed yet another set of clothing from me, and it was odd to see him in his normal form instead of just seeing his face perched on top of an attractive woman’s body. Most recently he had taken residence inside of my girlfriend Valerie’s body. Apparently he had grown bored and was ready to head out in search of a new adventure. He grunted in acknowledgement of me as he walked by into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging through the cupboards as he dug out some breakfast. After about ten minutes he flopped down onto the couch beside me and started to shovel cereal into his mouth.

“No eggs benedict this morning?” I asked as I shot him a sidelong glance.

“I only cook in heels,” He replied with a shrug, “Personal principle.”

“I see,” I replied and went back to watching my show.

Burt ate another three bowls of cereal over the next forty-five minute span, and then left the bowl on the small table next to the armrest of the couch. It triggered me to look around the living room and see the state that we had left Valerie’s apartment in for the last several days while Burt was in control of Val’s body. It looked and smelled like a bachelor pad. We had piles of beer cans, open bags of chips, and unwashed plates piled everywhere, and the apartment had the scent of sex musk hanging heavy in the air. I knew Valerie liked to keep her place clean, and so something in the back of my mind prompted me to get up and start cleaning the apartment. I grabbed the bowls and plates and stacked them next to the sink, then went back out into the living room with a garbage bag and began picking up the beer cans and random trash. I grabbed some cleaning supplies from the closet where Valerie had them stashed and started to really get into making the place less of a disaster. Burt occasionally looked over at me, but never left the couch. He did manage to lift his legs as I ran the vacuum cleaner across the floor in front of the couch. After that I lit a few candles and headed into the kitchen to take care of the mountain of dirty dishes. Only a few plates into the mess I was suddenly startled by a yell coming from the living room.

I quickly wiped the soap from my hands and trotted into the room to see Valerie standing by her bedroom door in a cotton robe pointing an accusatory finger at him. Burt was holding his hands up in mock surrender as I asked, “What’s going on?”

“Burt! How could you? I thought we were friends!” Valerie ignored me, “I can’t believe you took over my body last night! What else happened at the bar that I don’t remember?”

“Um, I don’t really remember what all happened at the bar, after I hopped you, I got a bit tipsy and plus it was almost a week ago,” Burt replied with a shrug.

“A WEEK?!” Valerie shouted and then staggered as if she was about to fall down, “What about my life? My job? Why would you stay in me for a week?”

“Well, the sex was good. I can see why Brian likes you so much,” Burt replied as if this was a fairly normal conversation.

“You’re such a dick!” Valerie replied as she reached down to grab a white four inch stiletto and chuck it at Burt’s face.

“Ouch!” Burt whined as he held up his arms, and the shoe bounced off his left elbow, but not before the point of the heel dug into his flesh.

“Val calm…,” I started to say which caused her to glare at me and stop me mid-sentence.

“Did you know about this?” She asked in an icy tone.

“I found out when I came back from my time with Dave. Remember when I called you and said that I was going to spend some time with him in a redhead?” I replied as I slowly walked toward her.

“So how long where you going to just let him run around in my body?” She scowled.

“You know I can’t exactly kick him out or anything. I told him to be good, and tried to keep an eye on you the best I could. I did get him to stop having booty calls with your Ex,” I said as I continued to try and calm her.

Unfortunately, mentioning a booty call with an ex-boyfriend sent her further into the stratosphere. Here gaze went from cold to nuclear as she zeroed in on Burt, “You what?”

“Oh calm down. I didn’t tell him you were getting back together or anything. Just a quick wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” Burt replied, again in a calm voice.

Valerie reached down to the floor and grabbed at whatever was at her feet, presumably to chuck it at Burt again, but she found she was holding a bra that wouldn’t do much damage. She was about to drop it and grab something else when she saw the yellow finger stains on it, “What is all over my good lingerie?”

“Um, cheese stains from some Cheetos, I believe,” Burt replied and when he saw Valerie’s eyes narrow into small slits and he sensed impending doom he quickly added, “But don’t worry, Brian is going to wash all of those, and he’ll get you new ones if the stains don’t come out.”

“What?” I asked as I suddenly felt like I was being dragged into the middle of this argument.

Both of their heads swiveled toward me and then swiveled toward the door as the sound of a key unlocking it and then the door opening distracted everyone for a moment. Alyssa walked in and dropped her purse on the small pedestal Valerie kept next to the door. She let out a sigh and then looked around at the three of us. Her face first went to me, and gave me a weak smile, then to Valerie and whatever form of non-verbal communication women have perfected over the centuries kicked in, and she could tell Val was upset, and then her face went to Burt, which caused her to shrink back as a look of pure terror contorted her pretty face.

“Oh great, another one of my fans just showed up,” Burt said as he rolled his eyes.

Valerie grabbed a vibrator that was laying on an end table within arm’s reach and chucked it at Burt’s head as she called out, “The reason no one likes you is because you’re an asshole!”

This time Burt ducked and the vibrator went sailing over the couch where his head use to be and crashed into the wall, making a fantastically amazing noise as it exploded into pieces, sending parts, batteries, and phallus spiraling in various directions. Alyssa was visually shaken by the fighting, and by Burt sitting calmly on the couch, and so she took the opportunity to dash across the room and into my arms as she clung tightly to my midsection.

“Hey, I had some sex. It’s not like you never have sex! You’re just a hypocrite!” Burt said as he stood up from the couch and for the first time shouted back at Valerie as he lost his cool.

“I’m a hypocrite? You’re the one that weaseled his way into my good graces with that loveable buffoon act, but now I see it’s not an act. You’re an actual buffoon. You don’t even know how to act around people unless they’re just as juvenile as you and that’s why you don’t have any friends! You know why you always keep coming back to hang out with Brian? Because he’s the only one nice enough to put up with you for more than an hour, you pig!” Valerie screamed at him as she grabbed another shoe and pulled back to throw it.

“Fine,” Burt said as he backed away from Valerie and made his way towards the door, “If you feel that way I’ll just leave. But don’t come looking for me to help you out of your boring day to day life, little miss accountant. Eventually even Brian will get sick of how mundane you are, and then you’ll go back to being alone just like before.”

Valerie let out a scream and hurled her shoe at Burt’s face with as much muscle as she could put into her throw, and Burt jumped through the door and pulled it shut behind him, which caused the shoe to make a deafening BOOM on the wooden door as he left. Valerie huffed with anger as Alyssa continued to cling to me tightly and I could feel her hyperventilating as well. I swallowed loudly and then said, “Well, that was a rough way to start the morning. Is everyone okay?”

“What happened?” Alyssa asked quietly as she peered in Val’s direction.

“He fucking body hopped me for a week,” Valerie replied with an uncharacteristic curse word.

“I thought you were okay with being body hopped,” Alyssa questioned.

“I’m okay with Brian body hopping me because I trust him, but with Burt you end up missing an entire week, and wake up dressed like this,” She replied as she pulled open her robe to reveal a leather corset, black leather panties, black sheer stockings, and then over the top of everything a thin chain wrapping around both her shoulders, midsection, in between her legs, and coming to a knot over her stomach where it was pad locked together.

“Oh shit. I didn’t know anything about that. Where the fuck did he even have the chain hid?” I told Val with a sigh.

“I don’t care where he hid the chain; I care where he hid the damn key!” Valerie responded as she flicked the pad lock over her stomach.

Both girls looked at me as I replied, “I didn’t know anything about this. It’s not under your pillow or in a drawer by one of your nightstands?”

“Nope and nope. First places I checked,” She replied with a head shake.

“Sorry Val,” I replied quietly, then said, “I think I’ve got a pair of bolt cutters in the trunk of my car. I’ll go get them.”

“Why do you have bolt cutters in your trunk?” Alyssa asked as I unwrapped her arms from around my waist.

“I don’t ask about your past,” I replied to her with a wink as I left the apartment and headed for my car.

I quickly returned and in short order Val was free once more. She headed into her bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes. I flopped down on the couch and let out a sigh and Alyssa sat down beside me and laid her head on my shoulder. Val came out and glanced at the two of us on her way through the room, and she reappeared shortly after and sat down on the chair and asked, “So how was your trip to see your family?”

“Horrible. My father is in the hospital, and his insurance just dropped him. My mother doesn’t make enough money to pay for the bill, and he needs surgery to fix the actual problem, but they have no idea how they are going to pay for that. I gave them as much as I could spare from my account but I’m still short a lot,” Alyssa replied as she sighed and leaned further into me.

“Oh no,” Valerie said with wide eyes as her shoulders slumped.

“I’ve got a bit of money in the bank, and if it will help I can sell my car,” I replied to her as I gave Valerie a sidelong glance.

“You’d do that Brian?” Alyssa asked me as she sat up and shot me a questioning look.

“Sure, why not? I don’t really pay rent, or need to drive to a job, so it’s not like I need any of that money, and if I do I can get it somewhere,” I said with a shrug.

“Speaking of a job, I think I’m going to run into work and see if there is anything horrid that Burt did while in my body at my office. I’d rather go in on the weekend and see if I’ve been fired than walk in Monday morning and get laughed out of the building,” Valerie interjected as she slipped a pair of walking shoes on and headed to the door.

I then realized that there was still a pile of cleaning to do, so I unwrapped Alyssa’s arms and got back to the dishes. By the time I was done Alyssa had started the laundry and I had moved on to other tasks. We cleaned for a few hours and once the place was spick and span again, we dropped back down on the couch and turned the TV on. Alyssa was again leaning on me, and I have to admit that I enjoyed the way her long blonde hair tickled against my skin and the soft smell of her shampoo. I couldn’t help but remember the time I had spent in her, and wondered if she would ever be comfortable enough to let me borrow her body again. I also wondered what Burt was doing. I did feel bad for him. I don’t think he meant to cause Valerie any problems, but there were just times where he could get a bit carried away and he never seemed to be able to reel himself back in.

Valerie calmly walked back in the door sometime later that night and when I asked her about her job she just shrugged and replied, “So far so good,”

She wrapped her arms around Alyssa as she sat on the couch and let out a long sigh, “Well, apparently it’s been quite the week for me, so I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“I could use a good night’s sleep as well. I have to find a job in the morning.” Alyssa added and then the two of them got up and gave me a questioning look back as they got to the bedroom door. I nodded and followed afterwards as I stabbed the off button on the TV remote.

The next day Dave stopped by with a case of beer and a few bags of chips under the guise of watching the football game. As I watched his eyes stay glued to Alyssa’s tits and Valerie’s ass whenever one of them reached for chips, or got up to grab something I think the football game was just an excuse to come over and drool at my roommates. I just smiled and sipped on my cold beer as I enjoyed the company of my friends while at the same time wondering what Burt was doing.

“Touchdown!” Alyssa’s yell snapped my attention back to the game, and the caused me to smile again as Dave’s eyes became riveted to Alyssa’s breasts as they pressed out against her small pink tank top while she raised her hands in a victory vee.

“No sweetie, that’s a field goal,” I corrected her.

She dropped her arms back down and gave me a pout as she asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, pretty sure,”

“Dave, is he messing with me?” She asked as she turned her big baby blue eyes towards him and then also leaned forward, making her impressive rack seem even larger.

“Uh…” Dave replied using all of his rapier sharp wit as his eyes never left Alyssa’s chest, “I think… that was…”

“So that’s two points?” Valerie interrupted as she gave the TV a questioning look, “and why didn’t the one team get a penalty for those guys that ran around the outside and shoved those other guys down?”

“Three points for a field goal, and they didn’t get a penalty because the linebackers can shove the defensive linemen like that to get by them. They just can’t grab the jersey’s and pull them.” I replied to Val’s question.

“This is a silly game,” Alyssa stated as she rolled her eyes.

“I agree. It doesn’t make any sense,” Valerie added as she stood and stretched, “I don’t understand why guys watch it.”

“Or talk about it all the time. Or even worse, the glory days from when they use to play in high school,” Alyssa said with a giggle.

“I think because it stimulates our need for conquering and battling,” I replied as I set my empty beer can down on the coffee table.

“Whatever,” Alyssa replied with a shrug and then picked up my empty can as she asked, “You want another one?”

“Sure,” I replied and Dave quickly chugged the rest of his and held up his empty as well, which Alyssa gracefully took from him and then sashayed her way out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“I don’t really care what they know or don’t know about football. This is the best game I’ve watched all season and I don’t know whose playing. You’re the luckiest bastard I know Brian. I’d pay to have a hot chick sit around and watch a football game with me,” Dave told me and then after a short pause added, “Along with grabbing some beers from time to time.”

“Hmm,” I replied to him as the gears in my head suddenly started churning.

Alyssa soon came back with two more beers and after handing one to me sat down in Dave’s lap and popped open his can for him and then brought it to his lips. She lifted a bit faster than he could drink and some of the beer ended up down on her pink tank top. She mock pouted at Dave and then said, “Oh no! You made me all wet!”

“Alyssa, you naughty little flirt you! Don’t make me drag you into the bedroom and whip you!” Valerie said with a wink.

Dave’s eyes were almost popping out of his head at this point in time, and so I rolled my eyes and said “Easy buddy, you’ve got to relax.”

Alyssa’s hand went down to his crotch and then she giggled as she said, “There’s nothing relaxed in his jeans!”

“Best. Football Game. Ever.” He replied to me as I gave him a weak smile and then suddenly my idea struck full force.

“Hey Dave, remember a little while ago when you said you’d pay to have Alyssa bring you beer during a football game?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he smiled at Alyssa, who flicked his nose with a finger while smiling back at him.

“How much?”

“Huh?” Dave replied as he again got distracted by Alyssa’s cleavage.

“I’m serious! If Alyssa knew all about the game, came over to your house, maybe dressed in your teams jersey and nothing else, and then fed you beer and laughed at all your dumb jokes, how much would you pay?” I asked him.

“Uh, I don’t know. Probably fifty bucks an hour or something. More if she’s topless,” He replied to me and then looked at her straight in the eyes and said, “I really like your boobies.”

“Oh, well aren’t you a charmer!” She replied as she rolled her eyes.

“She doesn’t know about the game though Brian,” Val was quick to point out.

“I know, but I know all about the game. Plus I have a fair amount of contacts from old life that much like Dave would probably pay good money for Alyssa to shower them with attention,” I replied to her.

“So you’re saying you’d hop her, and then go and work as a private stripper for horny guys that like football?” Val questioned.

When I nodded she shook her head, “Brian why would she want to get back into stripping? She needs something that is going to be more stable. She needs a real job.”

“What else can I do Val? I need money now. I can’t go back to the club because I know Chet will find me again, and I don’t have any experience doing anything else,” Alyssa interjected into the conversation.

“But sweetie, you’re smarter than that,” Val replied back to her.

However Alyssa shook her head and then in a quiet voice said, “I never even got my high school diploma. I dropped out my second year. I’m not smart like you Val.”

For a moment the room went silent as everyone digested the bombshell Alyssa had just dropped until she then said, “Don’t you guys pity me! I’m fine. I just… I need to help out my parents. Then I can look at doing something else. Okay?”

Val and I both nodded and then she asked, “So you think this idea will work Brian? You think we can make some money doing private shows for horny lonely men that like sports?”

“Hey!” Dave whined, but I ignored him and shrugged at Alyssa as I replied, “I think it might. We can try it and see, but you’re gonna have to be okay with me body hopping you. Are you sure you can handle that.”

I could see the fear in her eyes, but also a resolve and before a moment passed she gave me a quick nod.

“Okay, I’ll put out some feelers and I can get us a job for the next game,” I replied as I leaned back into the couch and watched Alyssa squirm happily on top of Dave’s lap, who was happy to have her squirming there. I glanced over at Val and saw her frown, but she quickly covered it with a smile, and so I winked back at her. I decided she was probably worried about Alyssa having to go back to stripping again, but hopefully it would only be short term.