Dancing in the Dark

Sometimes, I think about fate. Or luck. Or both. Was it luck…or fate…or destiny that made IT be in the bar that night? Would things have been different if I had just…walked away? Ignored her (well, that would’ve been hard, tbh, she was so sexy…)  or just decided to stay home that night? Would that have stopped all this from happening? Would some other poor sap have to deal with it? What if I had just ignored the vibes, my intuition, instincts, all that, and just gotten a quick BJ and a quick bye-bye afterwards? 

Well, you never know what might have been; all I know is what did happen after that one fateful night ended up changing my life. Not in a good way…but it did have its upsides. Big swings, upsides, and downsides. It certainly became a lot more interesting for sure.

To give some context, I gotta admit, I’m kind of a generic figure. My name is Steven Standheim, twenty-seven years old, and I work at a hardware store as a sales assistant, advising people on what kind of ball-peen hammer to get for their latest DIY project. My nickname in high school was Stevie Standard, and I don’t…really stand out all that much. I’m just an average Caucasian dude; overall, there’s not too much going on in my life. Would like to add that I’m super ripped and hella charismatic and hung like a horse, but that’d be all lies. About the only thing that stands out about me is my eyes. People are often surprised by how intensely blue they can be, especially when compared to my rather dark hair colour. 

Life in Laurel, smack dab between Baltimore and Washington, is not very exciting overall, but it definitely is comfortable (though I’ve been lucky to inherit an apartment from grandma’s passing, else I wouldn’t be able to get a place of my own for a looonng while).

I’m writing this down because I feel like I’m starting to forget what I call encounters with Entity (that is how it calls itself), and I should keep a proper record of it to try and establish a pattern and better anticipate what may occur in the future. Not that anyone is going to believe me, but I’m going to record it down anyhow. It just makes me feel a bit better, I suppose.

What is Entity? It will be your first question, presumably. Oh, that’s very easy to answer, you see, after all of this time, I still don’t fucking know. I hope you’re not looking for decisive answers because I’ve never gotten any either, and Entity relishes in confusion, manipulation, lies, and trolling, and…telling truths in such a way that you don’t believe it. What I get told changes from time to time, and it doesn’t bother to even hide the fact that it’s lying to me. I had a few theories, of course, and honestly, I think the alien hypothesis is the most likely theory.  What else could Entity be? I’m getting off track; maybe I should just get on with how I first met her. Him. it. …Entity.

FIRST ENCOUNTER

I was out celebrating Friday night in my local pub, the Brightside. Nothing special, but a good, relaxed atmosphere that was mostly visited by a steady group of locals and, from time to time, some people passing through on the way to the big cities to spice things up. I assume that was what Entity’s business was too on that night, passing through, stopping by just for a bit of entertainment before heading on to Baltimore or perhaps Washington. I was supposed to meet my mate Rick there, but he had to cancel last minute due to some crap work, but I couldn’t be bothered to go home yet.

At that time, Entity appeared as a woman, and what a woman she was. Head turner, really, unlike the more mundane…or extremely varied figures that she appeared as later down the line.

A woman of Hispanic descent named Vivienne Locazor, that’s what her name was at the time. A flawless face, tall legs, her hair in a tight bun, and dressed in a rather good-looking office outfit…with what looked to be pristine cleavage of a size that drew a second gaze from each man in the room. It was also not as if she had covered them up either. The clacking of her heels drew my attention, and man, I definitely lingered on the sudden supermodel walking into my regular place.

A very attractive woman from out of town, so attractive that I was completely convinced she was way out of my league. Any sexual thoughts occurred naturally, and then passed by as something that would never end up happening, but it was at least fun to think about. In a way, it was a relaxing way to go about it. Had she been uglier, or at least, more standard-looking, I would have looked to actively hit her up, but this bombshell? Might as well try to win the Indy 500 on a horse….riding backwards. Not worth spending any effort on in the least.

And then she sat down right next to me at the bar, ordering a Cosmopolitan and glancing at me. 

“Hi there.”  That was the thrilling opening line to a long saga, as I politely greeted this bombshell that had just walked in. Because I wasn’t trying to impress in the slightest, there was no pressure on me at all as I gave her a polite nod. “I’m Steven, and welcome to Laurel.”  

She looked me over and smiled. “Vivienne Locazor, pleasure to meet you.” Her look lingered on my face for a bit as she took the first sip of her drink.  As we talked that night, she told me a bunch of pleasant-sounding lies, vivid tales of her family and her work, made up on the spot. She was quite charming (even aside from getting major points from being incredibly attractive), and while I didn’t fully trust her (she was a friendly stranger), I was totally engaged. Hell, I even thought I was on some kind of hot streak, and maybe, just maybe, there could be this distant small chance that it could somehow pay off and I could get lucky tonight…the luckiest man in all of Laurel. Had a few more beers…I think I was at five total now, but she seemed to pace herself. Of course, at the time, I noticed, and I also noticed something else.

No, I could not put my finger on it at all, but something was not right here. Something was off, something did not fit, and I struggled to realize why, even though I was definitely a bit tipsy by now. I stopped drinking on purpose, making my fifth just a glass of water. Vivienne noticed immediately, but did not comment on it, or at least nothing I can remember. Not long after, she glanced at her watch, having noticed the time. There was a look back at me and…there it was.

“So, Steven, I’m going to have to head out…do you mind going with me?” 

“Yep,” I said, playing it smooth even if I was extremely excited at what might follow. There she was, the kind of woman I could only dream of asking me along…and then right after that, the bothering, nagging feeling rolled back into my mind. I paid my tab and followed along, glancing at the swaying of her ass for a moment as I imagined groping and penetrating it. We headed outside, and she headed off into an alleyway. While not extremely seedy, it wasn’t anything great either, but I knew the place somewhat.

Turning back, she undid her hair and let it flow freely.

“Let’s not waste any more time, I’m horny and I chose you for tonight.”

And then my mouth said the wrong thing. I wanted it, I wanted her, I wanted to get laid, banging this hot, hot chick right here and there. But my mind refused, and it was stronger than my dick in the moment. I couldn’t believe it, but once I’d opened that path, I was going to walk down it rather than just back down and have sex with the near-supermodel type woman. Something just wasn’t right, it just wasn’t!

“No.”

She was shocked, stepping back in astonishment before regaining her composure. 

“I’m sorry, WHAT?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s no way a woman like you would even look at a guy like me. On top of that, something is just so off and wrong about you, and I can not put my finger on it in the slightest, so I’ll make you a deal.” 

I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, but I did it nevertheless. The lasting idea that I was, in fact, never going to have sex with this woman somehow made me feel a kind of power to defy her without hesitation. “You tell me your real reason for all of this, and I will fuck you in the ass afterwards. Else I’m just going to head home, no matter how sexy you may be.” I looked her over again, our gaze meeting as we eyed each other up.

Her composure changed, the way she moved changed, the way she looked at me changed. I was wasted, it was late, but somehow, I could at least see that shift happen even if I couldn’t put my finger on it at all.

“Interesting.”

“What is?”

“Not many people figure me out, and even fewer do so while tipsy. I’ll answer your question if you answer me. Now tell me. How did you know?”

“I didn’t. It just wasn’t right, I just know it, somehow.” I shrugged, while at the same time taking a slightly more defensive posture, unsure of what this was about or what would happen next. 

“Very well. This isn’t my real face, or my real body, or my real name.” She grabbed her left cheek and began to pull at it. Her entire face and skin stretched out unnaturally, distorting like something out of a bad horror movie. Underneath I could see…something, someone, it was hard to tell at that time, but it was not the same person as “Vivienne Locazor” in the slightest. 

“What the fuck.” I said, rather flatly, my brain not working enough at the moment to do much more.

She let go of her face, and it restored itself by snapping back into place and immediately freed both her magnificent tits. “Nothing about me is real. Is that going to stop you from having sex with me?”

There was a pause as I thought about it. I should have run away when faced with this unholy abomination, but the thought that no, I wasn’t crazy, there was something off about her, now turned out to be rather comforting to be correct.  Vivienne leaned forward and groped her own tits, massaging and trying to seduce me.

In the end, when was the next chance I was gonna get at sex with a chick looking like that, even if she was a demon or devil or skinwalker underneath

“Alright.” I unzipped, getting my rock-hard rick out of my pants. The skinwalker smiled, walked up to me, and leaned forward to invite her to touch her tits. I did, and they were pristine, soft, and amazing.  The kind of cleavage I’d only ever seen in internet porn, at best, was completely flawless. Right after, she got on her knees with a horny look on her face. I don’t remember too much else outside of it being simply fantastic, and that after I came, she barely gave me time to enjoy the afterglow. I do vividly remember what happened afterwards, though.  

She seemed to get back into her Vivienne persona, putting her hair back in a bun and getting dressed quickly.

“You are an interesting figure, Steven. I’m going to leave now, but don’t you worry, you will be seeing me again. Just not with this face, or body. Good night.”

“Wait. If…if this isn’t real.” I said, still with my dick out, busy pulling up my pants. “Then who are you actually?”

She paused and looked back. “You may call me Entity, or by the name of whatever character I am playing at the moment. Enjoy your evening, Steven.”  

That was the last I ever saw of Vivienne Locazor.

Unfortunately, that was far from the last I ever saw of Entity.

SECOND ENCOUNTER

For a while, I thought it was some kind of mix of a nightmare and a wet dream…though I found it more of a wet dream than anything else. Though when I asked the next time I dropped in at Brightside, the barkeep had indeed seen the whole thing happen, the conversation between me and her at least, and leaving. I couldn’t make sense of it; it happened, yet what happened was simply impossible, tugging your own face off like that wasn’t possible (I tried, it hurt and didn’t work).  Three weeks later, and the whole thing had long been behind me as a story I’d share with the lads that they wouldn’t ever believe, down the line at least.

Only later did I learn that Entity had a habit of coming and going for random stretches of time, though I now know that does not mean it isn’t there; that just means it doesn’t show itself to me when it doesn’t want to. The worst part about Entity was that it could also just have been there all along after my first meeting, being different people themselves while she stalked me. He stalked me. Ugh, it.

I later down the line asked how Entity found me so easily, knowing only that I visited the pub and my first name, and it told me that Vivienne easily picked my pocket while sucking me off. She went through the entire thing and picked up enough info to easily track me down. Where I lived, and more importantly, where I worked, and where I had my second encounter with Entity.

A few weeks later, on a random Tuesday, I was having a bad day at work. It started out with some supply shortages of 2 by 4s which was then followed by an angry customer complaining about his order not having arrived, and to top it all off then by the end of the day, when I was planning to get home and go take my dog Milo for a walk. He was a happy German shepherd who surely was waiting for him at home…but then my manager, Frisa Ottendale, called me into her office for something. Right as I was about to get changed and head out, there it was with the vibe of it being a conversation that was gonna contain some bad news.

“Steven, we need to talk before you leave. It’s rather urgent.” Frisa was the niece of the woman who owned the hardware store, but despite pure nepotism, she was an okay manager. Nothing to write home about, but I’ve had worse bosses. She was about as tall as me with her short blonde hair in a bob cut, dressed in a uniform similar to mine with a fancier name tag to indicate her more senior position. Frisa always wore her thin-rimmed glasses at a slight angle, which always bothered me a teeny bit.

Without showing my concerns about potentially getting fired, I just nodded and followed along to her relatively small office, which was not much more than a desk and three chairs with some modest decorations. She locked the door behind her and sat down in her chair, and I sat down opposite her, feeling frustrated and a bit anxious but professional about it. 

“What can I do for you, Frisa?” 

I didn’t like the way she looked at me, somewhat tense and even disappointed. I remember resigning myself to having to find a new job, but any reason for it was beyond me. Sales were going fine, and the store wasn’t in trouble at all, and I’m good at my job, so I just kept my mouth shut and waited for whatever bad news was obviously to follow.

“Well, Steven, I’m disappointed in you. Very disappointed, I thought you were better than what I’ve heard. A female colleague of yours who will not be named has decided to file a formal complaint against you for unwanted sexual advances.”

“I! Uh, what! I, I…” My mind was racing, looking for what I could have done wrong. I’d always been at my best behaviour to customers and to my colleagues, I liked my job, everything was fine, where did all of this come from? How was this possible??

“There are no excuses for this. Now, I will give you one final warning to immediately stop any and all behaviour like this right now, and the next time I hear something, you will have to be fired immediately. On the spot. And I will make sure that all of Laurel hears about it, too.” 

I kept my mouth shut, of course, trying to defend myself from this didn’t seem like the right move, but I was preparing to go looking for a different job already…might have to do it somewhere else. I was sure I’d not done anything like that at all, but what defence could I put up that could convince her?

“The accusations are…” She glanced at a piece of paper. “Making sexual tinted comments to a female co-worker during work hours, apparently glaring at the cleavage of others, and apparently you suggested to one female colleague that you would want them to suck you off in an alleyway.” She shook her head and readjusted her glasses, glaring at me sternly. “What do you have to say for yourself? Speak.”

I couldn’t think, I just gasped in disbelief, trying to figure out what to say in my defence without seeming like I was defending these things that I’ve never, ever done at work!  Was I being gaslit right now by Frisa? What on earth was going on?

“Do you feel powerful when you come on to colleagues, Steven? Do you?”  Her voice was cold and confrontational as she rose from her seat, standing over him. “When you touch your colleagues, and come on to them?”  She put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it, dragging a finger down my stomach to suddenly grope my balls and rub them. “Does this make you feel good, Steven? Is this what you want, Steven, sex at work, you horny degenerate?” 

I was frozen and just sat there in the chair with my eyes wide open.

She looked me right in the eyes, and with a disappointed and frustrated “Tssk”  that would’ve fit Lae’zel from Baldur’s Gate III quite well. Frisa sat down at her desk and continued to glare at me.

“The fuck.” 

“Well, I guess you’re not as interesting as I thought you were.” 

It clicked. The different behaviour, the slightly familiar tone of voice, it was a long shot, but suddenly it just felt right to shout “ENTITY!” 

Frisa smirked at me. “Well, look who finally woke up. What, was my hint of an alleyway blowjob too subtle?” She spread her legs, unzipped her pants, and I watched to my amazement as a cock (sadly bigger than mine) flopped out, rock hard and dripping. 

Sizing up my reaction, she put one hand on her dick and gently stroked it. With her other hand, she pulled at her cheek, and it distorted in a very freaky fashion, just like Vivienne, as if it was some kind of rubber or latex or silicon or something. Letting go again, it snapped into place right away, instantly restoring her original proportions.

“But, but…HOW?” 

“I said I would be back with a different face and a different body.” She smiled. “Tadaa, here I am.”  Demonstrably, she spread her arms open wide and bowed.

“Where’s…where’s the real Frisa?!”  I barked at her, and her smile only widened. 

“Oh, she will be back when I decide to leave this role. She’s not going to know anything even happened to her, and if you decide to tell her, well, I guess that’ll get you a real sexual harassment case on your ass, Steven.” 

I breathed heavily, calming myself down for a moment. I couldn’t believe that Entity had replaced my manager, but here it was happening, and I just had to deal with it. It struck me in the moment that if she could do this…who else could she become? I had no idea., I had worked under her all day and not noticed anything different about her right up until the part where she pulled out her cock. 

“What do you want, Entity? Why did you do this to her, why to me?” 

“Fun.”  She wagged her finger at me while her other hand stroked her dick. “ I’m here for my entertainment only, and this has been a lot of fun. I’ve jacked off my big fat futa cock three times in my little office as I waited for the workday to be over and for me to spring my little joke on you.” 

“That wasn’t funny, I thought I was about to not just get fired, but be seen as a pervert by the whole town!!”  I raised my voice and stood up.

“Au contraire, it was hilarious to see you squirm.” She winked at me.

“How? How did you even pull this off, how!?!” 

“Do you really think I’m going to answer that, Steven? Think smarter, not harder.” She was relishing in my confusion and discomfort, gently stroking her shaft in a kind of sign of dominance over me, at least, so I figured.

There was a pause on my end, and she patiently waited for me to speak again, all the while softly edging herself right in front of me.

I got a bit worked up, trying to somehow gain a bit of dominance over this…THING, and I got up.

“Tell me how you’re doing this or I’ll fuck you in the ass!” I did my best to gain my composure even as the words coming out of my mouth betrayed how turned on I was by this whole thing.

“My lips are sealed. Guess you’ve gotta make good on your threat.”  She turned around, showing her asshole to me, ready and willing as she looked back and motioned with a tilt of her head to go in.

Now, I shouldn’t have done it, I should have just walked out and let her and…well, okay, so maybe I’m a bit bisexual, and maybe I’m a bit horny, and maybe I did actually think about sex with my manager sometimes as a bit of a sexy fantasy when I was bored.  

And maybe I wasn’t the guy who’d turn down sex when offered. Quickly, I unzipped, dropped my pants, slipped my erection out of my underwear, and plunged into my fake futanari boss, reaching around to fondle her tits and massage them.

Her voice sounded relieved. “I’ve been waiting for this all day, Steven, for you to finally get yourself a good way to rise on the corporate ladder. Fuck your way up, won’t you? What’s next, going to bang the store owner tomorrow?”

I didn’t respond, totally lost in the sex, ramming my cock up her futa ass. I could see her move her hand downward to stroke her cock, and her comments stopped, replaced with horny, very flirty moans that never quite got too loud as to draw any attention from beyond the walls of her office (which would definitely end with me getting fired). She was incredibly tight, and again, it was incredibly pleasurable as Entity was apparently really, really good at sex too.

“Let me sit on the desk, Steven.”  She spoke with a degree of authority that got me to pull out. The futanari in front of me sat on her desk, holding her legs high so let I could get easy access to her asshole once again. As I moved back in, I could look her in the eyes as she placed her legs over my shoulders, slightly angling her ass upwards for me to enjoy it more. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she continued to stroke herself more and more, deliberately aiming her shaft in my direction. 

Man, she was sexy. I can still remember it very vividly. As I climaxed, so did she, and quite deliberately hit me in the face with her semen even while I was busy creaming her ass. I closed my eyes as she seemed to pull me tight using her legs, spreading her semen all over my chest and face, the smell of that and sweat hanging in the air as we both released. I did my best to keep my jaw shut and let my moan of release be at least somewhat contained while she managed to do the same.

Her legs were rather powerful, keeping me locked in that position for quite a bit longer while she egged me on to keep pounding away in her ass that was now dripping with my semen. Finally, she relented, letting go of me and standing up. Immediately, she began to clean herself up and took care of the desk, and I sat back down on my chair, spent, with my pants around my ankles and my limp dick hanging out, watching my false futanari boss clean up rather rigorously while I had her semen over my face and chest. She seemed to be able to tuck her big shaft away between her legs without many issues and pulled up her panties and work clothes. The semen stains on both were visible but not too overly noticeable.

“You are insane.” I looked at her, wiping some of the semen off my face. She glanced back at me, leaned over, and whispered the words “I know”  in my ears in a sensual tone. “Aren’t you glad I’m on your side ,though?” 

“You’re not on my side, you’re a crazy stalker who stole my manager’s body.” 

“For you to benefit from it. Don’t start lying and telling me you didn’t enjoy this.” 

“That doesn’t make it right, not in the slightest.” I rebutted, not even going to bother to try and say that this wasn’t exciting, but this whole thing was wrong. 

“As if I care about right or wrong.” She handed me a box of tissues, and I began to clean myself up as well, pulling up my pants awkwardly and quickly to try and make myself look at least somewhat presentable as I quickly ducked home.

“Bring Frisa back, now.” 

“You don’t get to make demands of me, Steven. But yes, I was intending to head back to Frisa’s home and let her out of…well, you don’t need to know that. All you need to know is, tomorrow Frisa will be back to normal and be absolutely none the wiser of any of this. Oh, and before you ask, no, she’s not a futa, that’s just my creative addition for today.” 

“Wait, how did you even know where to find me? Have you been stalking me?” 

“Obviously. It wasn’t too hard to find you, and then I’ve gone in as a customer or two to stake out your work environment, and of course, I’ve been in your garden while you were at work. It’s so easy to just walk in plain sight as someone with some gardening equipment and violate your privacy.” 

“Lady, leave me the HELL alone!” 

“Like I said, Steven, you don’t get to make demands, but I will do my best to accommodate you. I’m sure you’ve wanted to bang your manager sometimes, and you seemed to like the dick too. Head home, Steven, you just got lucky tonight.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” 

“Well, I believe your workday is over, mister Standheim.”  She slipped back into her persona, the rather fluid body movements from before stiffening somewhat. If I did not know better, I would not have known. “You can leave now, and I will see you tomorrow when all will be back to normal.” 

I glanced at her and wiped the last bit of her semen from my work outfit (it still left stains)

“And you’d best put that in the washing bin, wouldn’t want our customers to find out about this HR meeting.”  She straightened out her papers on her desk and logged back onto her PC, presumably to tend to do work. I glanced at her for a while, trying to pick out anything that stood out about her. Frisa glanced at me and motioned at the door.

“Good evening.” 

A bit baffled and concerned, I just nodded and headed out, quickly getting changed and rushing out the door of the hardware store, getting to my car and speeding off straight home. It was clear now that I was dealing with a stalker with an obsession…who also could shapeshift and replace any woman it wanted. I wasn’t sure to take Entity for its word on what it said at all, since I had no actual proof of it, but it did not seem beyond her abilities to become customers, or bystanders, or…

As I took Milo for a walk that night, I couldn’t help but feel suspicious of any woman I encountered. Was it random chance, was it a real person, or was it Entity, getting her stalkerish, crazy kicks in? As much as I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia that surged with every woman I encountered, and Milo noticed too in some way. He could tell that I was feeling defensive, and seemingly his reactions to others seemed to be more intense than usual. I cut the walk short and then headed home, locking all my doors and blinding up my windows entirely. I didn’t sleep well that night, and I double checked twice that no one was in my home just to be sure…or the day after that.

Things were quiet for a week or two, and part of me was starting to think that she had indeed grown bored of me and this whole thing was over. I was on guard still, but got a bit more relaxed by the day.  And then I slipped up, the next time she showed her face.

THIRD ENCOUNTER

Having a dog is a great reason to go outside and get some fresh air. Milo is well behaved, and while my nervousness at first rubbed off on him, now things are entirely back to normal. 

Well, almost. As I encountered women, I flashed a fake smile and then looked them over for signs, or signals, or something to show that they were, in fact Entity. She had fooled me once, but she was not going to fool me again. Plus, back then, I thought that you know…there was a chance that Entity would leave me alone, and that she wouldn’t be coming back again. Very foolish, I know now, but back then it seemed like a distant possibility at least. So one Thursday evening, around sunset, I was heading with Milo to the local park. 

When we were about halfway through, I could hear someone whistle to the right of me, drawing my attention. Across the street, a woman was smiling at me. She winked and waved while I just glared at this stranger who definitely had to be Entity. A woman of Asian descent, with the side of her head shaved and a purple streak of hair leaning to the right in a very cyberpunk-esque fashion. She was dressed for the season, in a small outfit that showed her midriff wearing a half-skirt and mini-jeans. I tried to take in every detail of her to try and remember her by, just to make sure I got it later. With that unique hairstyle it was not particularly hard to do. Looking me right in the eye she made a blowjob face, using her tongue to push against the inside of her mouth and stroking an imaginary dick

I was waiting for her to walk over, but instead, with a final glance, she just walked off. I was thinking of following her, but Milo was pulling along rather quickly and it was better to just leave it be. That evening, I was ready for my doorbell to ring and for her to show up, and I wasn’t quite sure how to respond now. Attacking her could make her actually dangerous if she decided to lash out in return. Right now, these encounters were just…random women suddenly turning very sexual and making love to me, and I didn’t want to turn that around into a stabbing. I had no idea what this crazy figure was actually capable of and willing to do.

Maybe it was best to just try and push her off one final time, complaining that he just didn’t want to have to deal with this, and he was going to ignore her from now on, no matter what she did. Denying her a reaction outside of rejection should do it, right? Of course it wouldn’t, but hey, it was always worth a shot. 

Yet she didn’t show up at all, and neither did she tomorrow at work. I’d gotten confident that she was going to show up somewhere, as someone, and do her whole schtick again. But it was clear that this had to stop before she went too far; he just had to convince her that he was, in fact, boring. Very boring, not worth spending any further time and effort on.

So the day after, I headed back to the bar where I originally met her, not because of that fact, but because it was my regular, and nothing, not even a tornado would stop me from going there. I sat down at my regular spot and went over the menu again, trying to pick out a beer to kick off this evening with. As I was thinking about calling up Rick and inviting him over, the waitress walked over to me. I had not really looked at her yet, too busy browsing different beers, when her voice drew my attention and I looked up.

At Entity, of course. There she was with her purple hair, working at MY bar (well, it damn well felt like my bar even though I did not own it) and sticking it in my nose as well, that she was now going to be here spying on me at my comfort zone. Any intention of trying to be boring went out the window as I just started to complain.

“Oh come on, you work here too now? What, are you going to go be a girl at the supermarket next? You need to stop with all of this, just go away and leave me alone instead of doing whatever you’re doing!” 

“I…I beg your pardon?” She went, putting on a faux innocent upset face as if she didn’t exactly know what she was doing here.

“You are an absolutely crazy stalker woman, and you should feel ashamed of yourself for what you’re doing to me, making blowjob faces on the street, and now putting on this cheap ass facade as if you’re a normal woman who just works here. Do you have no shame?” 

There was the breaking of a glass in the distance, as the fake woman almost started crying. Eric Flint, the bartender (and owner) walked over with fury on his face like I’d never seen the balding, chubby man be.

“Steven! What the HELL is wrong with you? Why are you accosting my new employee?” 

“Eric, she isn’t real, she’s totally a fake person who tricked you and…” 

“Get the fuck out of my bar, and don’t show your face again until you know how to treat people. What is wrong with you, man? I’ve never seen you be like this.”  He turned to the waitress who was clearly holding back tears and comforted her, while his gaze turned back to me with a finger pointed to the door.

“But…but she, but, I…” I staggered through the sentence and then realized that I’d made a horrible mistake. Sure, she could be Entity playing me, but she could also just be someone whom Entity stole her form to set me up like this. Furious and humiliated, I left after quickly muttering an apology to the woman in tears, mad that I’d been outplayed and made a complete ass of myself in public. Rushing through the door, I headed out into the night.

Furious, humiliated, and fuming, I walked home, only to hear another whistle. Standing in the alleyway was the waitress, leaning against the wall with her tits hanging out and that telltale smug smile on her face as she had manipulated me into this public disaster. 

“FUCK YOU!” I roared at her, catching her off guard as her smile faded. “YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE, YOU FUCKING BITCH. FUCK. YOU!” I just turned to the right and ran home, and went straight to bed. I couldn’t be bothered to do anything else but just sleep.

FOURTH ENCOUNTER

So at this stage, Entity had instilled in me a deep dread of fear that any woman I encountered was her in hiding, waiting to pop out and wreck me again. I did my best to keep it inside, but it was hard as my contacts with all the women at my work became colder, more stand-offish. Even had a meeting with Frisa about it, which went horribly, and I explained that I was having a difficult time at the moment, which got me off the hook. I figured that faking smiles would make things better, so I committed to that. 

It was a whole month later, and I was really starting to hope that Entity had finally, and completely pissed off. My paranoia eased quite a bit as I tried to at least keep things normal, but I’d still avoided my old bar like the plague for worry and for shame of my outburst. It really wasn’t great, but I managed to get over what this…thing had done to me, mostly. I’d thought about telling Rick about it but I worried that he wouldn’t really believe me…and if I were told my story, I would never have believed it myself. Yet here I was in the middle of it all.

Or was I? It had been a month, and nothing strange had happened, no callouts, no odd things around the house or at work. I was still bracing for her to return, and I never quite dropped my guard around any women I had encountered. Right as I was thinking that things were settled and she had moved on, there she was. But this time, though, the mood was different. She was a different person, of course, but still.

Sunday afternoon, in the park with Milo, and he was exploring all over the place. I was sitting on a park bench watching him when I could see a woman approach. She had a bright orange-haired golden retriever with her on a leash while she herself was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and an orange blouse befitting the summer, with short light blue jeans and her shoes a dull shade of purple, definitely making her seem like someone who was a big fan of colour over all. I looked her over and gave her a polite, meaningless nod. As I did to all other women, I kept it professional but distant. She returned the nod and sat down on the other side of the bench, as far away from him as he could.

“Jackie, sit!”  She motioned her dog to sit, and he did, patiently sitting next to the couch. She glanced across the park just like I did, never turning her head to glance at me.

“So, I’ve come to extend an olive branch.” 

There it was, there she was again, here to wind me up and then trick me into something more. I looked straight ahead and steeled my gaze.

“The only olive branch I need is one shoved up your ass and you pissed off afterwards.” 

“Seems like you really do like anal, Steven, but no, I’m here to try and make amends. I did set you up with the whole waitress affair, but I realize that that was too harsh. I’ve sorted things out with the pub’s owner, and you’re free to return there any time.” 

“I’m not even interested in talking to you.”  Keeping my gaze forward, I made sure to let her hear how angry I was.

“I’ve come here to let you ask me any question you want, and I will answer most of them truthfully.” 

“You’ll just lie to me anyhow, so what’s the point?”

“To make amends, and to explain things to you.” 

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” 

“Because you’re interesting. I could be doing this to anyone and everyone, but the way you respond to me is…intriguing to say the least. I’ve been observing you behind the eyes of others since we met, and I enjoy it so much. You’re my hobby project, Steven, let’s keep it at that.” 

“Do you have any idea how insulting that sounds?” 

“There are upsides, you know. I know you’ve been on a dry spell.” 

“Because of you making me freak out at any woman backstabbing me randomly.”  

“Even before we met, I’ve been able to track those details down too.” 

“How could you POSSIBLY know that?” I asked in frustration

“Quite easily, I turned into one of your neighbour’s besties, showed up at the door and had a gossiping session. Cross-referencing that with your sparse social media, it really isn’t that hard to figure out. Your neighbour is keeping track of you for me, and she doesn’t even know it.” 

“Miss Barkwood, damn that nosy woman.” 

“Anyhow,  I will gladly let you get your kicks, if you want, we could head into the bushes and…” 

“Wait wait, wait.”  I glanced at her dog. “How did you get that dog?” 

“Oh, that’s the dog belonging to this woman, it’s not like it can tell the difference…and neither can humans. Sometimes I go to the gynaecologist as someone else just to have the pleasure of feeling, or I spend some time living the lives of others, it’s always such a fresh experience to fool their closest friends and family members.” 

I shouldn’t be doing this, so I said to myself, but I had to admit that this was intriguing…in a morbid fashion.

“How do you replace people?” 

She reached into her pocket and pulled out an unmarked bottle of pills. “One of these will send an adult to sleep in a minute or two, and it’s easy to slip into anything. No one really questions what your best friend for life or wife gives them, do they? And if circumstances are different…” Entity reached into its pocket and pulled out what looked to be a small syringe with a plastic bit covering the cap. “It’s pretty easy to take them out.” 

“Have you ever, EVER done that to me?” 

“Now, where would be the fun in that?”  That statement seemed to ring true with me. “I’m here for your reactions, and you can’t amuse me when you’re asleep.” 

“So wait, when you knock them out, then what?” 

“That next bit is a trade secret, I’m afraid, but the next bit after that is simple. I produce a suit for the person, slip into it, and steal their clothes. The original is stored away in a secure place until I place them back, and they are never the wiser.” 

“How is that even possible?” 

She grabbed one of her breasts, tugging it forward in an unnatural fashion as it extended in a strange, rubbery fashion when she let it too.

“It is, I’ve clearly demonstrated it to you several times now.” 

I paused, thinking about what I should ask her next. Asking Entity who it was wouldn’t get me more than a smirk, asking her to leave didn’t seem to work, so maybe the next best was. 

“Have you replaced my family?” 

“No, I’m keeping that for later.” 

“Why?” 

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at me. “I am here to play with you, not to torment you. You took our last meeting rather poorly.” 

“You tried to sabotage me, and I‘m supposed to just let it slide? How else was I supposed to take it?” 

“I did like your paranoia at first, but quickly it became…kind of sad. It’s fun to see you looking out for me, it’s not fun to have you think I’m going to actually stab you in the dark.” 

I paused for a moment. “Are you an assassin?” 

“Rule one of assassination club:  don’t talk about assassination club. If I wanted to, it would be ridiculously easy to do so, but no, I do not get involved in that.” 

“What do you do for a living then?” 

“You assume that I need money at all. I’ve got access to plenty of people’s bank accounts…and log in info…and bodies…and lives.” 

“So you’re a thief?” 

“I steal frequently, that is true.” 

I took a moment to think about what to ask next, seeing as I gauged her answers to be surprisingly honest so far.

“Why are you, the perfect infiltrator and life stealer, constantly revealing yourself to me? Why me? Do you do this to others, too?”

“As I answered before, it’s fun to break the mold, and it’s fun to see you guessing who’s me and who’s just someone else. And…that night, when you first encountered me, do you remember what happened? You.”  Entity pointed at me. “You drank five beers, it was late at night, and this very sexy woman offered to have sex with you for free. And still, you picked up that there was something not right about me and refused to bang me. That was definitely a new experience for me, and I’ve perfectly replaced thousands of people, and seduced thousands of people too.” 

I nodded as it all sounded logical. “I’ve just always trusted my instincts, and it just wasn’t correct somehow.”

“I just want you to know that I’m not actually out to hurt you. You don’t have to be scared of me.” 

“It’s rather natural to be scared of a shapeshifter with an unhealthy interest slash obsession with you.” 

“If I wanted to really ruin you or destroy your life, I could. But I never would, Steven. I never would.” 

“What guarantee do I have of that?” 

She was quiet for a moment, petting the dog who thought Entity was actually its owner quietly.

“How about I offer you something to make up for the whole bar incident? Just as easily as I can bother you, I can also choose to help you out instead.” 

“Help me out, like what?” 

“Well, you know I can be anyone, so I can become anyone for you. Any woman you’d like, any at all. A movie star, or a porn star, or the girl next door. They’ll just show up on your doorstep and will do anything you want. Anything at all.” Entity leaned over, and I looked at the brown eyes and thin face she had stolen. She put her hand on my leg, close to but never quite touching my crotch. 

“So, who will I be for you?” 

I glanced at her. Thinking about what would be the best thing to say here. If she wasn’t going to leave me alone, maybe I could at least try and get her to be on my side, so to speak. Alienating her clearly wasn’t going to work out. As for the offer, well, yeah, I was definitely tempted by it as I ran a few options through my head.

“Do you have to take people out to replace them?” 

“No, but it’s a security measure. Can’t have the original running around when I’m replacing them, can I? If I know, however, that I and the real me will not be the same, it then depends upon how much information there is out there on them. You wouldn’t believe how much people put on social media nowadays. For plenty of women, I don’t even need to get close to them to perfectly impersonate them. They just lay it all out, publicly visible online for someone like me to make use of it. So, what’s her name, Steven?” 

I sighed. There was one name on my mind, but I shouldn’t say it, it was wrong, but man, why did she have to be that sexy? It wasn’t fair at all, and still. “I’ll tell you if you promise not to do your drug and replace the target thing.” 

She smiled at me. “Oh, it’s your sister.”  I did my best not to give it away, but she had already noticed she’d hit the right spot. “That 19-year-old sexy cheerleader? Yeah, she was definitely one of my intended targets. The girl definitely hit the genetics jackpot. Don’t get me wrong, Stevie, you’re fine enough, but she…” 

I didn’t object. Emily was my younger sister by six years, and we had an…okay relationship. Friendly, but never that deep, I gravitate more towards others in the family. Unfortunately, it had become quite apparent that Emily was really attractive, and she was dating a rich guy (who was a tad snobby but not too bad). Of course, she was totally out of reach by being my sister, and being out of my league on top of that as well.

“I had definitely taken notice of her looks, but to see that you want it as well…you’ll get one time where you will know exactly who I’ll be in the future. Cherish it, Steven. Now, I need to get going, put this woman back.”  She motioned at herself. “And get ready for you, brother.” 

With a small wave, she led her dog away, and that was that. I kept sitting there for a while longer, thinking about what I had agreed to with this shapeshifting stalker of mine. But if this situation had advantages to it, why wouldn’t I at least try to steer it towards them? Having Entity on my side seemed like the safe option for now, compared to having Entity as an opponent. Maybe I could turn this thing around. Or maybe she would now feel justified in replacing my family members, too…