Changing the subject I explained my idea for infiltrating the frat party--he liked it. All we needed were some likely candidates to turn up at the gym.
For a Saturday it was quiet--Ray's memory told me that. To keep ourselves occupied Stuart wiped down and cleaned the benches while I attended to the locker room. There were the usual items of lost property; combs, meal boxes, supplement shakers--standard jock equipment.
One item proved interesting, a string vest with the letters UNLV emblazoned across its front, Las Vegas' nearest University. Seems these frat boys were locals. When I returned to the front desk I found someone waiting to be signed in, our first customer.
"You with the frat guys?"
"Yeah," he replied as he signed the book. A typical jock, standing shirtless, tattoos, heavy set, black shorts--definitely from the football team. He looked at me blankly, "Why?"
"This belong to one of your guys?" I said holding up the vest.
"Looks like one of ours, is it XXL?" I checked the label and nodded. "That's Cole's, I'll take it, give it to him later."
"Any more of your guys coming this way?" I asked.
"Yeah, lazy fucks are still showering." He took the vest and I watched him head towards the locker room, I was surprised to see him take a sniff of it on the way.
I called Stuart over and pointed. "He's from the frat. That's your way in, seems like my ticket will be along soon, so be quick." I followed him, the jock was putting some items into a locker. Stuart didn't waste any time, he grabbed him and covered his mouth. Stuart's body flexed and crumpled to the floor.
The jock turned and grinned at me. "Pretty good huh?" he said as he examined his body. "Call me Noah, the other guys will be down soon, two of them."
Noah helped me lay Stuart on a bench. "He'll be fine," I told him.
The jock returned to the locker and closed it. "Take Jarrad, he can drink, I'll keep Raj busy," he said before going to the weight room.
I returned to the front desk and waited. A while later Stuart emerged from the locker room. "You ok?" I asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
"Get some rest bro'," I told him, and he left.
Twenty minutes passed before Jarrad and Raj turned up. I pointed to the weight room where Noah was lifting. I tapped on the book, "Jarrad?"
"Yeah, problem?"
"No, not all, can you complete a short questionnaire? In return we'll give you a $10 voucher for the bar." He eagerly nodded and I took him to the small office that backed onto the gym reception.
Once through the door, I stormed into his back with my full weight. He hit the wall with a thud. He started to groan and complain--his last words as I leaned against him and transferred from Ray into Jarrad.
There was a heavy crash from behind, as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. I turned to see Ray on the floor, I grappled with him and finally lifted the man into a chair and left.
I was right, Noah, Raj and Jarrad were all on the football team; some of the heavyweight linebackers. I knew of others in the frat that would provide more entertainment, but these were good stepping stones.
After stopping at the locker room, I joined the others. "Where did you go man?" Noah asked.
"The guy at the desk wanted a chat."
"Did he get what he wanted?"
I smiled. "Yeah, he did," I said to Noah as I caressed my new torso and flexed.
We spent the next two hours lifting and spotting each other. I drew on Jarrad's memories to playfully jibe the others. Chris was doing the same from within Noah--Raj suspected nothing. When we finished Noah and I hit the showers, while Raj headed back to his room.
"Damn Chris, you have this Noah guy pinned," I said.
"Thanks, you're pretty good at being Jarrad as well," he laughed. "I can't believe it." He started to throwing down some moves and I watched the jock perform some robotic dancing. "It's so easy working him from the inside, like a puppet and yet I feel like I am him. I don't have to think about what to say, it just comes out. His memories as well, everything."
"Pretty cool huh?"
We finished showering, our nakedness not bothering each other, we'd seen it all before in the lockers at uni. We left the gym, and headed back to the room we shared. Noah held up the vest that belonged to Cole. "This guy is huge."
"Cole? You're not kidding. You interested in being him?"
"Maybe, but this guy has a real crush on him. Worships him."
"Fuck, you don't mean?"
Noah blushed, "No, well..."
He opened the room and I followed him in, "Well what?"
"This guy is tortured, wants to be the straight jock, but other guys catch his eye. Guys like Cole." Noah showed me some pictures on his phone.
"That's more like an obsession," I told him. "But he's got a girl, right? He's been going steady with her for almost a year."
"Yeah, like I said, he's got these really confused feelings inside." He looked thoughtful for a moment, "I don't think I'll be staying in Noah for that long. I mean, he's good," He said flexing a bicep, "but I can be anyone now. Besides I need to practice."
"Ok, just be careful--that's all." Noah raised an eyebrow and frowned. "I mean, If you're going to be body-hopping I'll pick someone and stay there so you can find me--in case you get into trouble." I decided to stop talking, I was being completely out of character and starting to sound more like a concerned parent--which of course, in reality I was.
"Ooh-kay," Noah said slowly. Then added, "So who are you going to be?"
I thought for a moment. I needed someone that was strong and respected--in case I needed to execute a rescue. "Jack."
Noah licked his lip, and gazed into space. "He's sharing with Cole."
"Hey! Don't lose yourself Chris. Remember who you are! You're not Noah, you're just being him for the time being," I said snapping my fingers in front of his face.
"Uh, yeah, right," he muttered. "Jack's a bit of a psycho, I've heard."
"Jarrad knows him. He got into trouble for breaking someone's jaw during a match because the guy ripped his wrestling singlet. He's got a short fuse. I think a lot of people are scared of him, but at the same time they want him to be on-side, you know?"
"I get that, Noah's always uneasy around him. That I do know. So how you going to get him?"
"I could drop the Cole's vest back to their room."
Noah's grip on the vest tightened. "I guess," He looked at his phone. "Cole won't be there, he'll be doing some cardio." I said nothing, but wondered if Cole knew he had such a devoted fan come stalker.
"Well, that works out then." I held out my hand and Noah reluctantly handed over the vest. "I'll stay in Jack until tomorrow, if you move around let me know."
Noah nodded, "Sure, sure."
I left and headed for 721, knocking on the door I waited. After a few moments Jack answered the door. He was shirtless, wearing jeans, showing the band of his underwear. He frowned, then walked back into the room--I followed. "What do you want Jarrad?" His tone was sharp, I could his patience was already running thin.
Jack was heading for the bathroom, it seemed the perfect opportunity. So I pulled out of Jarrad, and the heavyweight hit the floor with a thud. Jack span on his heels and stared at me, "Who the FUCK are you? How did you get in here, and what have you done to Jarrad?"
He headed for me, his scowl deepened. I quickly realised I was at a disadvantage, he was a lot bigger than me as I was still in my son's friend Grant.
"Answer me!" he yelled pushing me. I stepped back and tripped over Jarrad falling to the floor. Jack lunged at me, pinning my shoulder to the floor. He pulled back clenching his fist and then hit me in the stomach. The air was knocked out of me, I buckled, but he held me down. I could feel his strength as he gripped tightly on my shoulder. His teeth were barred, he wasn't going to ask any more questions. He reached back again, but still gasping, I reached up and pushed my hand into his torso.
His eyes went wide as he looked down. He was starting to shake, I as tried to control him. He was strong, and resisting, fighting me all the way. "What the fuck is going on," he yelled as I managed to get him to release me. With my hand still inside, I managed to scramble to my feet.
I took a few breaths, trying to recover. "That wasn't very nice Jack!"
"Fuck you!" he spat back. I made him lay on his back on the floor.
Pushing my hand in deeper, I came in close to his face. "No Jack, I'm going to fuck you! That's right, I'm going to push all the way inside you. Be you! And none of your frat brothers will know, because I'll not only have your body, but all your little secrets."
He blinked and for the first time he looked scared. I couldn't draw this out any longer, Jarrad was bound to be regaining consciousness soon. I eased myself deeper into Jack's body, turning as I did, aligning my various limbs with his. I felt him gasp, and cough on the back of my neck as I filled him from the neck down. "Make room for me Jack," I muttered as I pushed my head backwards, completing my takeover.
"Yeah--really fucked up," I said in Jack's voice as I looked up at the ceiling. I scanned through his memories, "Damn, he's one angry person." I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. On the counter was my phone, I snapped a picture and added "Feeling good," before sending it to Noah.
Returning to Jarrad I lifted him easily onto the bed, then slapped his face. He yelped and sat up, "What the hell Jack?"
"You passed out you pussy!" I told him. He looked confused, so I added, "You said Cole had left something in the gym?"
He looked at the vest in his hand and held it out. "Yeah, that's his, he's always leaving his shit behind. So is that it?"
"Er, I guess," Jarrad mumbled.
"Ok, so get the fuck out of my room," I told him. He scrambled to his feet and left. Returning to the bathroom, I looked at my reflection and flexed my biceps. "Do you like that Jack?" I knew he could hear me, "Think I look good in your body? I do, and your friend Jarrad," I flipped through Jack's memories. "you were freshmen together, I don't think even he noticed you're not quite yourself." I massaged my new pecs and abs, I sensed Jack screaming in my head. "I'm you now, and I don't need to hear you screaming so you're going to sleep now. When you awake, you won't remember any of this." I closed my eyes and concentrated on Jack's noise as it slowly faded to silence.
From the bedroom I heard a thump, and I went to investigate. Cole had returned, he'd dumped his bag and was now flat out on the bed.
------END OF PART 7A, more later today!
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