Last Seandays: Body Shop

Business was slow, the new cars had sophisticated immobilisers. To steal a car nowadays you needed the keys, and I knew just how to get them.

I'd found an expensive hotel in Las Vegas, valet parking was the answer. The hotel was busy, and they had a team of ten drivers. Strangely enough I had ten guys in my team as well, but they weren't the sort of people you'd willingly give you car to--but that was going to change.

Renting an expensive car, I filled the trunk with shopping and drove to the hotel. I pulled up outside and popped the trunk, one of the valet team came over and helped with the shopping before taking the car to park it.

I stood there for a moment, and waited. As I expected one of the team walked over, the name 'Nathan' was embossed on the badge. "Can I get someone to help you with those?" He asked.

"Can you help me?" I asked stuffing a $20 in his hand.

He looked at the bill, and his eyes lit up. "Well, I'm not meant to leave my station." I stuffed a $50 in his hand. "But--If the guy in charge can't take a break, what's the point?"

He let out a whistle, and six guys trotted up. "Craig, you man the desk, I'm just helping this gentleman with his shopping."

I'd done my homework, Nathan was the head of the valet team. He was big and strong, but the twenty-three year old had earned the trust and respect from the rest of the team--something I'd make use of later.

I told him the room I was staying in and followed him, it was an impressive sight. Strong broad shoulders, thick arms and a handsome face--definitely something I could work with. His uniform, black dress pants, white v-neck shirt and tailored waistcoat only emphasised his build further.

Opening the door to the room, he walked inside. My team was waiting and tackled him to the floor. It took all of them to subdue him. I took the serum and injected it into his neck, he continued to struggle for a couple of minutes then stopped.
Casey--one of my team--pushed on Nathan's chest, and it sunk, and popped back when he let go. "Can I wear him?" Casey asked biting his lip.

"No, he's in charge. I'm going to be Nathan, now get his clothes off, and don't get them greased up you fuck-wits."

His naked body was even more impressive, I hiked the heavy Nathan-suit over my shoulder and went into the bathroom. "Don't fuck around with anything," I growled as I locked the door.

Pulling off my own clothes I started push my feet into the young jocks mouth. Bit by bit, I pushed my body into his, each of his limbs fused to mine, his muscles working for me. I looked in the mirror, my face atop Nathan's body. I braced myself as I pulled his face over mine--then it hit me, all his memories, experiences. I remembered his graduation, the times he'd play football, his girlfriend.

I blinked and looked at my new reflection. "Hello, my name is Nathan Williams. I'm twenty-three and senior valet at The Golden Plaza Hotel," I said in a clear confident voice--Nathan's voice.

I left the bathroom, and looked at my team. "What's going on, who are you people. Did you drug me, why am I naked?"

The team looked at each other. "Something's gone wrong, that's not the boss," Casey yells. He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.

I easily freed myself and grabbed him by the throat, lift him. "It's me you freak," I snarl bearing my teeth--something that felt quite alien now I was Nathan.

Dropping Casey to the ground I got dressed in Nathan's uniform, finally snapping his watch into place. I pulled the waistcoat down, stage one completed.

I was in the body of the guy in charge, I let Nathan's warm persona wrap around me. I was the gentle giant that everybody loved and trusted--a devil man in disguise.

One by one I called up the valet team, each one of them suspected nothing--why wouldn't they trusted Nathan?

One by one they fell to the same fate as Nathan. Each one of my men pulled on a skin of a valet team member; they were all younger than Nathan, the youngest only eighteen.

I watched as Casey pulled on the skin of Ray--the youngest. He pulled the skin over his grubby tattooed body, inch by inch it was replaced with Ray's clear golden skin. Finally he pulled Ray's young face over his shaved head. Ray blinked and smiled, I could see the innocence in his face, then it fractured into something quite evil.

"You need to be Ray, do you hear me Casey? Think RAY!"

He blinked a couple of times, and Ray's familiar smile returned. "Sure, Nathan."

With the last of my team in I followed Ray down to the lot, I smiled watching my team work hard. I knew they'd be reaping the benefits of being young again considering most of them were in their thirties.