Seanday: Just a Quick One

"Come on, stop fucking around. I know," Hassan muttered

"What are you talking about?" Alexis retorted, and he continued to jog through the dunes.

Hassan, a man just as big jogged a little faster to catch up. "I know what's going on!"

"Just leave me alone," Alexis shouted over his shoulder and started to run.

"You're not not the same man!"

The man running in front didn't reply.

Hassan sprinted, catching up and then tackled the man. Alexis fell, face first into the sand a crumpled heap.

As he began to push himself up, Hassan reached down and pushed his hand into Alexis muscular back. He let out a groan, and froze.

Hassan raked his large, callused hand inside the man's body and paused. A smile broke across his face. "I fucking knew it!" he muttered under his breath.

His bicep tensed as he grasped something inside. Then he pulled. Alexis let out a groan, as Hassan pulled the invader from his back. His frame with tight and lean of a teenager. Long thick hair, black and slick with sweat blossomed from the back of Alexis' head.

With a little more effort Hassan pulled the teenager from the giant at his feet. The teen struggled to free himself, but Hassan was much stronger.

"How did you know!" the teenager said, spitting out his words in a thick Russian accent.

"You've been spending his money like it was water. Alexis is as tight with his money as his ass!"

"It was doing as I was told!"

"I've seen you before, hanging out with Dimitri and the rest of his creeps. How many more of his boys are shacked up inside others?"

The teen was tight lipped, knowing if he said anything Dimitri would kill him.

"There are other ways to get the information I want," Hassan said with a grin on his face. The teen started to struggle even more, kicking and twisting.

Hassan threw him to the ground, and mounted his lithe back. With brute strength, he began to force himself into the teenagers body. The teen bucked, trying to throw the man off, but it was pathetic. He screamed for mercy, crying with pain as Hassan's muscular body was slowly absorbed.

The teen's body became swollen with Hassan's, it bulged and bubbled as his torso and arms found their way. Lastly his head, pushed through the thick hair and into the teenagers skull. He let out a gasp, and rolled over onto his back. He laid there, minutes pasted as the teenagers disfigured body slowly returned to it's previous, tight, but toned physique.

He got to his feet, and ran hand down his stomach. "Sergi," he muttered in the same Russian accent. "Six others, in the bodies of the wealthy." Hassan quickly discovered the plan, it was simple. Syphon off Alexis' money into Dimitri's accounts, when the payment was reached then Sergi could keep the body.

Sergi smiled, but it wasn't the teen's it was Hassan's. He knew the way to go, he could stop this in it's tracks. He knew who the others were now, but Hassan was ambitious. Although Alexis was wealthy, Dimitri would soon have six times more.

The possessed teen walked over to Alexi; still motionless in the sand and easily pushed inside the giant. Alexis' gasped and got to his feet, he stretched for a moment and pulled his mobile from his shorts. He dialled a number.

"Dimitri? This is Sergi, I need to talk with you--privately." "Tonight, at the warehouse--perfect." He hung up the mobile.

Sergi knew he wasn't a threat to Dimitri, but he didn't count on Hassan being there as well. He chuckled, within hours Hassan would be pushing into the Dimitri, taking over not only his body, but his business and wealth as well.