Fallen in Sin City

by Jennifer White

 

"I hate the idea of you going to Las Vegas on a business trip" said Gail.

"Look, this is work. I need to be there. It's not like I'm doing this as a vacation. I work for a living, remember? I put food on the table with my job. And when my job says I need to go to Vegas, I go, okay?"

"You don't need to lecture me!" said Gail. "I've been married to you for ten years. I know you work while I stay at home to raise our children. We decided together to do that, remember? But no, I just don't like you going there. It is too wild and too loose. You have a wandering eye, even when I'm around. I don't want you going there alone!"

"I won't be alone. Bill and Jack from the office will be there too."

"Yeah, great. The two guys who talked you into spending half your paycheck at the strip club that one night. That really makes me feel better about it.
"Look Gail, I'm going, and that's final. End of discussion. Period."

"All right. But promise me one thing: you won't mess around with the women when you're there."

"I promise" said Karl.

"No, I really mean it. Swear to me that you will not mess around with women when you are in Las Vegas!"

"Okay, I swear" he said. Anything to get his nagging wife off his back.

 

* * *

 

Gail paced around the house after she dropped Karl off at the airport. The man had no self control. There were too many temptations where he was going, and she didn't like it one bit. She asked him to call her several times a day, to let her know that he was okay. But she knew it was just a matter of time. He couldn't last a week.

She had warned him, time and time again. But he wasn't going to listen. He was going to blow it this time. She had been able to prevent him from falling before, but now he was beyond her control. And now, there was the danger that he would violate The Curse that was placed on him.

The week before they were married, Gail had caught Karl with a stripper from his bachelor party. It was by accident, when she was picking up her friend Andrea, from out of town, who was staying at the hotel. There, walking out of a room was Karl and a young blonde girl.

He admitted his sin. Gail had wanted to call off the wedding, but it would have broken her grandmother's heart not to see her little girl get married. She was old and frail. So Gail, against her best judgment, did what she thought was best for everyone: she married Karl. Her grandmother only lived a week after the wedding, so it was the right decision. It meant that she passed on in a happy state, her little darling girl was a bride.

But Karl's biggest problem wasn't Gail. It was her friend Andrea. Andrea's family had great powers. When she saw what happened, she placed a great curse on Karl. She wouldn't even tell Gail what would happen if he were to violate the sanctity of the marriage. But it must be something terrible.

"Please, don't let him mess up" she said, crossing her fingers, as she paced around the room. Despite all his faults, she loved him. Well, maybe the curse was a fake. Or maybe it had expired. Or maybe by dumb luck he would keep his pants on somehow.

Gail took a deep breath. She hoped she was wrong about her feeling on this trip....

 

* * *

 

Karl got off the bus and looked around. This was paradise. Las Vegas. Lights glittered everywhere up and down the strip, lighting up the desert sky. It was hot, but dry. Even though it was 11:30 at night, the strip was busy like a normal city at rush hour. Beautiful women walked up and down the streets. And everywhere, there were ads for *legal* strippers and prostitutes. Now *this* was a city.

Karl went to his hotel, checked into his room, and went out to hit the poker table. He had $500 in his pocket that he hadn't told Gail about, and he wanted to have some fun...

 

* * *

 

Gail hung up the phone. So far, so good. He was gone two days, with three more to go. And at least he had called her this night. He said he was going out gambling. She wondered how he had money to gamble, when he had told her that he was flat out broke until next payday. She figured he had money squirreled away somewhere that he hid from her. This must be from that stash.

He seemed happy. That must have meant he was winning. Karl was a sore loser, and if he was out money, he would be very upset indeed. Based on how bubbly and perky he was, he must be rolling in the dough. Gail hoped that he hit a lucky streak there at the casinos. They could use some extra cash at home.

 

* * *

 

Karl looked at the stack of chips in front of him, and grinned as he polished off his fifth Jack & Coke of the night. He had won nearly $300 at the craps table, and now he was up a grand at blackjack. At first, he had played $25 a hand, but now he was betting $200 at a time as he loosened up under the influence of the drinks.

A crowd had gathered around to watch the high stakes action. Some pretty girl he didn't know, who was wearing a little black dress, stood behind him, massaging his shoulders. He felt lucky. He put out $500 for the next hand.

The dealer passed the cards out. Karl smiled. He had two aces.

"Double down" he said, putting another $500 on the table.

Now he got two more cards. A ten, and an eight.

"Hold on both" he said.

The dealer was showing 12, and had to hit. He turned over a queen, for a total of 22.

"Hot dog" said Karl, clapping his hands, as the dealer paid out $500 for the one hand, and $1000 for the other. Karl smiled, and gave the dealer a $25 chip.

"Thanks" he said.

He turned to the blonde.

"So darling, do you know anywhere good for dinner? I'm buying."

"How about my place" she said. "I've got quite the hot little dish there for you."

"Count me in!" said Karl.

He took the chips to the teller to cash them in. He had almost $2000 in winnings for his trip. The blonde on his arm smiled. She whispered in his ear, and cooed as he put his arm tight around her and kissed her on the cheek.

 

Karl hired a limo to take them to her place, a condo just off the main strip. Arm in arm they walked up the steps.

"Another man tonight" said the elderly neighbor lady, as she saw the blonde girl with her catch, heading into her apartment.

Karl heard the comment, but didn't care. He was high from the excitement of winning, tipsy from the alcohol, and all aroused from the blonde. And now it was time to have some fun.

 

The blonde girl said her name was Lindsay.

"Nice to meet you Lindsay. So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an escort. I get paid to go out with men to nice places, so they can be seen with someone hot on their arm."

"How much do you normally charge?"

"About $500 a night. Twice that if they want to sleep with me."

"That's pretty steep" he said.

"Don't worry honey, this one is on me. I picked you, because you're attractive, and you're a winner. I'm off tonight, so I can be with any man I choose. And I choose you."

They fell into each other's arms, and started kissing. She was a good kisser, and he got hard right away. Lindsay knew how to turn on a man. And Karl was sure turned on! In no time, they were taking each other's clothes off, and heading towards the bedroom.

Naked, she was just as hot (if not hotter) than in her tight little dress. He wanted her badly. When she laid down and spread her legs wide open, he jumped right in without hesitation. After ten years with the same boring, nagging, aging woman, here was perfection calling out to him. Karl had no reservations doing it. He got on top of her, and put himself into her. The lovemaking had begun.

 

"Andrea, I'm so glad I got ahold of you! How's little baby Suzie doing?"

"Just fine Gail, but she is hardly little anymore! She is going to be eight months old next week, and she is fine and healthy. I can't believe how much she has grown!"

"I can't wait until you send me another picture. I have the three month picture on my fridge."

"I didn't send you the six month picture in the pink outfit?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"I get worried that everyone will be tired of all the baby pictures. *I* can't get enough of them. I'll email you one, after we get off the phone."

"That would be wonderful! But now Andrea, I have something serious to talk to you about."

"Sure. What is it."

"Well, Karl went to Las Vegas on a business trip, and I haven't heard from him all day. I know how weak willed he is, and there are too many temptations there. I have to ask you: what was the curse you put on him? It sounded so serious! I never asked what it was, but now I'm worried about him. I just have a feeling."

"Oh Gail, I'm sure he's fine. I'm sure he's mature enough to handle himself."

"I sure hope so, but please, tell me what your cursed on him."

"Well, you might laugh, but I was so upset at him and that hooker, that I placed a curse on him, so that if he ever cheated on you, that he would become like the woman he cheated with."

"Like her? How?"

"He would transform from his current self, into a hooker, just like what he cheated with. He would become a woman Gail, and he would spend the rest of his days having sex with men. I was *so* mad, that I did it without really thinking. It seemed just and fair at the time."

"Can you remove the curse?"

"Sorry, but once it is in place, he is stuck with it unless he has redeemed himself. Which he hasn't. You've told me about his wandering eye. No, if he falls off the wagon, he's going to end up a woman and a hooker. I'm sorry, but he'll never hurt you again."

"I know you meant well. I'll just cross my fingers, and hope for the best. Send me that picture!"

"I sure will. Oh, Suzie is crying. She is due for a feeding. Let me say good-bye before I lactate all over the phone."

"Bye" said Gail, laughing.

Andrea had made a joke to make her friend feel better. She didn't have the heart to tell her that she could sense it: the curse had been triggered, and was about to kick in.

 

* * *

 

"Oh, you came out" said Lindsay, as Karl pumped her from above. He was about to come, but he slipped off a bit, like he had pulled out from her too far. He reached down to guide himself back up into her warm wet pussy, so he could finish. Being so buzzed on the alcohol, it had taken a lot of work to get this close to the edge. He wasn't about to miss out on having an orgasm with the picture perfect blonde he was humping!

He reached down again, trying to find his manhood, so he could steer it back into her. He felt his pubic hair, but he couldn't find *it*. What was going on? He was so hard, it should be right there! He must be too drunk now. This was weird.

Karl sat back a bit and looked down. All he could see was a tuft of pubic hair, between the two gentle mounds on his chest.

 

Mounds on his chest! He put his hands on them to make sure they were real. They were. And he could feel them getting bigger.

"Karl, you have boobs!" said a stunned Lindsay as she looked up in amazement. "Are the getting bigger?"

"Ah! Get them off me! Make it stop!" yelled Karl.

"Make what stop? Karl! What's going on!"

Karl's breasts now spilled over his hands. And they were still getting larger, rounder, and fuller.

"Karl! Between your legs! Where's your dick? You were just inside me. Ah!!!!!!"

Lindsay reached down between her legs, and pulled out something: Karl's manhood was still there, in her pussy, with his balls attached. It was all covered with blood now. She pulled it out and dropped it in horror on the bed. Karl screamed when he saw it. His manhood. Gone. Off of him, and on the bed. It looked so large, so perfect. He couldn't help but to stare at it. He felt something strange inside him: a feeling of wetness.

Karl reached down with his finger, in an automatic reaction. He slid his finger inside to check. Yes, he was lubricating quite a bit. He was all wet inside, as he stared at the big dick in the bed.

No! Wait! That was his! He couldn't be a woman! And a penis couldn't turn him on! No! Especially not the one that used to be part of his body. He screamed again, in a high pitched female voice.

"Karl, you're a girl" said Lindsay, as she started crying. "You're a girl!"

Karl felt completely different. From the tip of his head to the bottom of his toes, he had changed. He was smaller now. His face was different. Pretty. Even without seeing it, he just knew. It matched the rest of his perfect female body.

He got up and looked in the mirror on the wall. He was a leggy blonde woman, with big boobs, and gorgeous curves. Far sexier than Lindsay. All the men would want to go with *him* instead of someone cheap like her. He felt flushed. Why was he thinking like that? He didn't want a man! He felt so confused. He started to cry.

"What's happening?!!!" yelled Lindsay. "You're a woman! What's is going on!!!!!"

"That's right, I *am* a woman" said Karl, much to his surprise. "And don't think that you can take my customers from me! They're all going to want me, not some flat chested hussy like you!"

"What? Did you just say 'customers'?"

"That's right. *I* am the best piece of tail in this town, and *I* am going to be the top girl. The one that gets all the good jobs. The men will all be asking for *me*. Your days as the top dog are over honey."

Lindsay laughed.

"Not only did you become a woman, you're a b1#@h too" she said. "Now listen little Missi. I'm nowhere near the top here. I'm just an independent contractor, who happens to do very well. Why don't you come talk to the people I work for? They're hooked up, so you'll be protected. They only charge 20%, which is good in this town. And you can have all the men you want."

"Really?" squealed Karl. "Wow, that would be awesome!"

The thought of having all the men he could ever want was so appealing that he really couldn't think straight. Lindsay had called him something. Missi. He liked that.

"I'm Missi. Nice to meet you Lindsay."

"Nice to meet you! You're suddenly nice."

"I am a nice girl" said Missi.

She *was* a girl. "Just look at yourself Missi, you're a girl" she thought to herself. Part of her mind was screaming something about Karl, but she brushed it off. It was hard to think straight with all the long blonde hair. She looked down at the bed, and saw a severed penis and two attached testicles with it, covered in blood.

"What did he do?" she asked Lindsay

"I don't know. Cheated on his wife or something."

"Yuck. Let me clean that up for you" said Missi.

"Thanks. I'll go wash up. He got blood on me too."

"Kind of like sex on your period!" joked Missi.

"Hey, you should get on the pill" said Lindsay. "Seriously. It will knock down your period. You don't want to miss the earning days. We've got a doctor that will write you up a script, and get you started on the pill tomorrow."

"Great!" said Missi. "You're so nice to me Lindsay."

"Think nothing of it" said the woman, still not quite sure what to make of the night's events. The man she had taken home turned into a woman while they were having sex. Now *she* wanted to work for the escort service. They would reward Lindsay handsomely for bringing on such a lucrative property as Missi.

 

* * *

 

Missi squealed with delight as she stood there in her black velvet dress, with the slit to show off her long legs. She wore six inch stiletto heels, a cleavage enhancing bra, and nothing else besides the painted on dress. Her hair was full and beautiful, her face like that of an angel.

"So, this is Missi. Nice piece of ass" said Big Tony.

Missi laughed, and spun around for him.

"And you've never done this kind of work before?" he said.

"No. But I'm excited to get started!" she replied.

"Good. My brother Vincent here just got into town. Why don't you take him up to his room, and show him a good time. We'll consider it your job interview."

Vincent was already drooling, looking at the hot blonde. And she was already wet, looking at a man who wanted her. She sauntered over to him, put her arm around him and whispered in his ear.

"Damn, I'm gonna come in my pants if we don't get out of here" said Vincent.

 

 

An hour later, Vincent came back downstairs, looking disheveled.

"Vinnie, how was she."

"Oh Mama" said Vincent, still out of breath.

"What?"

"I want to marry her. Please, can I? No woman ever made me feel like that! She is incredible!"

"Snap out of it kid, you sound like a thirteen year old!"

"Vinnie's had them all" said Big Tony, turning to Lindsay. "This Missi of yours is *good*. We can make a fortune off of her. You will be well compensated."

"Thank you" said Lindsay.

"No, thank *you*. Why don't you go home now, and take the night off, eh?"

"See you tomorrow Big Tony."

"See you then babe."

 

Big Tony turned to Missi.

"Now as for you, we've got them lined up for tonight. How many do you think you can handle. Four? Six?"

Missi raised an eyebrow.

"Ten?"

She waved for him to keep on going.

"A dozen?"

"You keep them coming to me, and I'll keep them coming all night" said Missi.

"You've got it babe" said Big Tony, rubbing his hands together. This one *wanted* it all right. He had more customers waiting then you could count. Missi would be one busy girl.

 

* * *

 

"Andrea, Karl's gone. The police have given up hope."

"I know" she said. "He cheated on you with a hooker. And now he has become like her. He is one of *them*."

"I took out life insurance on him" said Gail. "I didn't think it would ever be needed, but now at least a have almost a million dollars, so I'll get by."

"You must be lonely. Why don't you fly out here, and spend a week with me? We can go sightseeing."

"Where?"

"I'm only an hour from Vegas. We could see the lights, a few shows, and see how Karl is doing, now that he's a woman."

"That would be fun" said Gail. "I would kind of like to see how he ended up."

"You'll be jealous. He is hot. Really hot. Movie star hot. Normal women like you and I don't have any hope of ever being that beautiful."

"Oh well, we can always hope" said Gail. "Maybe one day, you'll put a curse on me too!"

They shared a laugh. Neither one really wanted to see Karl as a woman. They knew he was doomed to a life of having sex with men all night long. What Gail didn't realize, was that his brain had been totally changed, and he *enjoyed* it. It was what he lived for. He was a hooker now. He was a woman. He was Missi. And he would be, for the rest of his life...

  

  

  

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