Bruce woke to bright sunshine on his face and, before remembering he was tethered to Mandy, rolled over. The clamp pinched as it slipped off his nipple, pulling a few hairs out in the process. His yelp woke Mandy, who sat up and disconnected the other end of the nipple clamps from her own bare chest.
"Is it too early to say, 'I told you so'?"
"Hey, it was worth a try, Man. It was the first good thunderstorm we've had since that crazy mattress picnic night. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Don't you want to repeat the whole body swap experience? I sure as hell do. And, y'know, if we can consistently duplicate the conditions and patent a process, we'll be rich. Filthy lucre to feed our filthy appetites!" Bruce attempted the Belushi eyebrow wiggle, with comical results, and Mandy laughed as she swatted him with a pillow.
"And, what if we couldn't get switched back again? What then? Much as I adored fucking you senseless, I'd rather be the female me."
"Yeah, and I prefer being your sexy, insatiable stud attorney--but there was so much we didn't even get a chance to try! We could spend many a thunderstorm exploring one another from the other side."
"Look at it this way--most couples don't even get one such opportunity. We're way ahead of the game." Mandy stood, stretched, and turned toward the bathroom. "Scrub my back?" she called over her shoulder.
"Woof! Or," he grinned, "should I say 'woofa'?"
"Come into my chambers, counselor. I'll give you that verdict after you've presented your case." With a wink, Mandy sauntered toward the shower.
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