Vera crouched in the shower stall, trembling in fear as the water sprayed down on her bruised body. In her mind, she replayed the beating she’d got from Bob, her pimp.
“Only two hundred bucks?” he’d said after thumbing through the bills in her bedroom.
“Business was slow tonight,” she’d said in a shaky voice.
“You had at least four men in here today, probably five or six,” he’d said, scowling at her. “You may not be all that great-looking anymore, but you’re good for more customers than this. You’re holding out on me again, aren’t you? Empty your purse!”
She’d done so. There were at least one thousand dollars from that day alone. Now she was really shaking.
“Bitch, you never learn!” he’d said, followed immediately by the first punch, to her jaw on the lower left side.
As she shook remembering each punch to her face, shoulders, and chest, she never noticed a tiny green splat, no bigger than the tip of her index finger, go from a tile next to the shower drain, up her right foot, then her ankle, calf, knee, upper leg, and finally deep inside her vagina.
It never tickled or anything; it felt no different than the water soaking her body.
She did notice, however, and about ten seconds later, a strange, warm, vibrating feeling all over her body. It was surprising, but it felt good, soothing. The pain from her beating faded away.
She looked down at where the bruises had been on her chest, two of them, each just above a breast.
They were gone.
Her breasts were bigger, rounder, and firmer, too. Her hairy pubes were replaced by a landing strip.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
Now with a new energy, she got up on her feet and quickly began running a lather all over herself. As she’d been soaping up her face, she felt no cut just below her lip on the left.
Once she was clean and rinsed off, she got out of the shower stall, towelled herself off, and ran out of the bathroom to find her bedroom mirror, a tall one giving her a full view of her body, from her head to her toes.
She examined her entire body, turning around and eyeing every inch of her skin. No cuts, no bruises…
…and no imperfections from ageing.
“What…the…hell?” she gasped, with agape eyes.
This 38-year-old woman now had the body of a 22-year-old porn star.
She couldn’t explain it.
She couldn’t stop grinning, either.
All tarted up in a tight-fitting red dress to show off her new figure, Vera was out on the streets again, hoping to make a huge ton of cash all at once, to speed up her savings so she could leave this town and Bob forever.
Maybe she’d even find a good man and never have to hook again.
Someone like Derek.
Over the next several hours, she’d had two johns, a nice one and a bad one, this second one having worn a tacky pink paisley shirt. His attitude towards women was as bad as his taste in clothes, for he’d aggressively fucked her so it hurt inside; he also enjoyed slapping her around as he fucked her.
He left her apartment in a hurry, having never taken off his clothes for the sex. He’d unzipped himself, whipped it out, slipped on a condom, done her, pulled off the condom, zipped himself up, paid her, then ran off.
“Bastard,” she hissed after he’d slammed the door behind him.
All the pain from each of his slaps went away seconds after she got them; her vaginal pain disappeared by the time he’d left, too.
Wow, she thought. What is this super-power I’ve got? Is there an angel above who’s pitying me?
Ten minutes later, she was back on the street and, about twenty minutes after that, she found another john.
“Lookin’ for some action?” she asked him.
“Sure do,” he said, smiling and approaching. “How much for…?”
He was interrupted by a grunting sound coming at them from the side, a shuffling and scraping sound on the sidewalk.
They turned their heads and looked over to where the sounds were coming from…and their eyes and mouths widened.
A man without legs or a right arm was crawling towards Vera, his empty pants legs and pink shirt sleeve sliding behind his ass.
“You…bitch,” he hissed, then a few of his teeth fell out. “What did…you…ungh…” His tongue came off and got stuck in his throat. He coughed it out, then it lay on the pavement beside his cheek.
She screamed, then she and her new john ran away from the crawling man.
“Who was that guy?” the john asked her as they reached her apartment.
“I don’t know,” she lied, for she’d recognized the crawler’s paisley shirt.
In her bedroom again, she danced and stripped for her new customer, proudly displaying her new and improved body.
He gazed in awe at her nakedness.
“Wow, you’re hot,” he panted, unzipping his jeans.
“Thanks,” she said with a grin.
“How much for anal?” he asked.
Her smile vanished. “I…d-don’t do anal.”
“I want anal!” he shouted, then punched her hard in the gut.
She buckled and fell on the bed. He pulled off his T-shirt, jeans, and underwear, then got on the bed with her.
The pain from the punch was gone within seconds, but he got her in position for anal rape too quickly for her to resist him.
He shoved it in raw. She screamed in pain, and though the pain of each ramming went away quickly enough, the relief didn’t amount to anything, for the old pain got replaced by that of a new ramming in each time. After a few minutes of the ordeal, he pulled out and came all over her buttocks.
She lay there on the bed, sobbing.
My daddy did that to me when I was a teen, she thought. “You bastard.”
“That’s what you get for choosing to be a whore, bitch,” he panted, and reached down for his pants and underwear…but, “Ungh!“
His dick fell off.
He screamed at the sight of it between his shoes. Then his balls fell off.
“What the fuck?!” he screamed in a soprano voice. “What…germ…did you pass onto me?”
His nose fell off.
Oddly, there was never any blood.
He screamed again. A few teeth fell out.
Her pain was all gone. She wiped his come off her ass with a tissue, sat facing him, and smiled.
His left arm fell off. Now, he was the one sobbing.
She got back into position for anal and spread her buttocks wide open. She looked back at him with a mock-seductive look. “Wanna fuck my ass, baby?”
He glared at her, but just then, his right eye fell out.
She got off the bed and went for his jeans. She pulled out his wallet. “OK,” she said, “how much have you got in here?”
He tried to reach for his wallet, but his lower jaw fell off. “Umph!” he grunted.
She pushed him to the floor. Now, all of his remaining limbs detached from his torso. His head came off, too, and rolled to the other side of the bedroom. Finally, all was still and quiet.
So, she thought as she continued thumbing through his wallet, I guess I know what happened to Mr. Pink Paisley. Fucker got what he deserved.
“What?!” she yelled. “Only twenty-five bucks? No ATM card, either. You were gonna rape me, and not even pay me?! You fucker!!” She stomped on his left arm. The fingers and thumb detached and rolled away. “I’d better get some garbage bags and clean up this mess.”
She was back on the streets later that night. It was past midnight. Now, she was almost hoping for nasty customers, so she could see them come to pieces from her new powers.
As she looked around for men to attract, she thought she saw the first john who’d had her since her transformation–the nice one. Same clothes–a white T-shirt and black pants–same brown hair, same skinny build and height–about the same as hers. Same face, too…she thought.
Wow, she thought. He didn’t come apart. He didn’t die, like those two bastards. Is it because he was gentle with me? Is that even him? Looks a lot like him, but I can’t be sure in the dark.
Then she saw Derek.
Speaking of nice guys, she thought. Here comes my man, or so I’d wish him to be. He’s one of the few johns I actually like having sex with.
He approached her with a smile.
“Hi, Derek,” she said, beaming at him.
“Wow, you’re looking the best you ever have,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said, turning around for him with pride. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Not that you had to change your looks at all, of course,” he said. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful just as you are.”
“You are so sweet to me.”
“My pleasure,” he said, offering her his escorting arm. “Shall we?”
“Uh, OK,” she said, and took his arm.
“Why the hesitation?” he asked as they began walking towards her apartment.
I can’t tell him about the Germ, she said. He’ll dump me. But what if he catches it? “I-I had a few nasty johns today,” she said.
“Well, if you don’t feel up to having sex, why are you out here streetwalking?” he asked.
“Because I have to, silly,” she said. “Bob will beat me up if I don’t. You know that.”
“I’d like to beat Bob up.”
“He’s much too big for you to beat him in a fight. He’d kick your ass. Besides, even if you won the fight, he has all his mafia friends who’d kill you.”
“I’ve gotta take you out of this town, far away from him. If only I had the money,” Derek said.
“You have had the money to pay for sex with me, and that’s been on lots of occasions over the months. Why not save your money instead of blowing it all on me?”
“One, because I’m so hot for you, I’ve got to have you as often as possible. Two, because I want you to experience a gentle, considerate john as often as possible, to offset and take away the time from the nasty johns, and to pay you more than they will.”
“Bob just takes the extra money for himself. You’re giving it all to him, not to me.”
“Bastard. Anyway, how’d you get to be so…well, more than usually beautiful today?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “A good makeup job?”
“Come on, it’s much more than cosmetics, Vera. You’re much more shapely than your usual shapely self, like a girl half your age. What did you do?”
“I really don’t know,” she said as they reached the front door of her apartment building.
“I don’t know. Strange things have been happening tonight. I can’t explain it.”
“Really?” he said as they got in the elevator. “Anyway, whatever it is, you look really beautiful. Of course, as I said before, you always did look beautiful, makeover or no makeover.”
“Thanks,” she said with a giggle. I really like him, she thought. I wanna make love with him so badly…but I shouldn’t!
They reached her floor and got out of the elevator. As they walked down the hall to her apartment, he said, “I’m burning to make love to you.”
“So am I,” she said, fitting her key into her door. “I’d do it with you for free, you know that, but Bob–“
“Even without the threat of Bob, I’d pay you, to help you make ends meet. If only I could get you away from that piece-of-shit pimp.”
They went inside. “If he were dead, we wouldn’t need to leave,” she said, thinking, Maybe, with this new power of mine, I could coax Bob into a suicide fuck. They went over to her couch and sat together.
“Don’t do anything foolish to get the cops after you,” he said, then he put his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Wait,” she said, pushing him away. “Not right now.”
“Those two guys before me really shook you up, didn’t they?”
“Yeah. I just need a few minutes.” Or days…or weeks…or years…
“Well, OK,” he said, taking his arm away. “I don’t wanna pressure you into sex. We can sit and talk for a while.”
“Thanks.” You are so sweet, Derek. I wanna have sex with you so badly…yet because you’re so sweet, I can’t have sex with you. If I saw your body falling to pieces the way those two other guys’ bodies did, I’d fall to pieces!
She sat on his lap, delighted with the feeling of his erection under her buttocks…yet terrified of it, too.
“Cuddling will be fine,” she said. They put their arms around each other. She pecked him on the lips. Cradling her in his arms, he slowly rocked her back and forth as they looked into each other’s eyes. “I think I love you.”
“I know I love you,” he said.
“What do you see in an older woman like me, in such damaged goods?”
“Well, maybe it’s because you’re damaged…not in body, but in how you’ve been hurt so much. I see the pain in your eyes. My mom used to have that look. Your pain arouses my wish to help you, to love you.”
Now I know I love you, she thought while smiling at him.
They started with a few pecks on the lips. Within ten seconds, the pecking phased into French kissing. The pleasure he was giving her made her forget, for the moment, all of her worries, and she let him get her out of her dress.
In pink underwear, black stockings, and black high heels, she was allowing his hands to roam all over her skin. She let him unhook her bra, and it slid off with a proud wiggle of her breasts.
“Do you like them?” she asked with a grin.
He looked down at them. “Whoa!” he said while fondling them. “No silicone. How is this possible?”
“I don’t know. I only know that I like it.”
They resumed French kissing. He pulled off her panties to reveal her new landing strip.
“Did you get a waxing?” he asked breathily.
“No,” she sighed between kisses. “As I said,…I can’t…explain it.”
This is really weird, he thought while unzipping his fly. Still, I guess I can’t complain. He got on the floor and lay on his back.
She hesitated before mounting him. Will he die if we fuck? she wondered. Will his dick fall off?
He furrowed his brow at her hesitating. “Still don’t wanna do it?” he asked.
She was too horny to say no. She rationalized it thus: If he dies, I’ll lose him. But if we never screw, I’ll never enjoy him, which is the same as losing him, because I’ll never have him. Besides, he might dump me for someone else if I hold out too long, and that means losing him, too. I’ll have to take my chances and see if he survives a fuck. “Yes, let’s do it,” she panted.
“You sure?” he asked while putting on a condom.
“Yes!” She took it in, with sighs of rising pitches and loudness.
As she moved up and down on him in the cowgirl position, her mind swung back and forth between fear and desire. Was that brunet in the white T-shirt and black pants really my first john after my beautifying…was he really the nice one? she wondered. Did he survive–if it was him–because he was nice to me, or because this poisonous Germ in me hadn’t taken effect just yet? The answer would seem to be the first one, because the beautifying took effect so much sooner, and because everything about the Germ seems to be working in my favour, like the quick healing. I’m glad those two asshole johns died, and if that guy I saw was the nice john, still alive and healthy, I can be confident that Derek will be OK…but I only think I saw the nice john! I can’t be sure.
Because her pleasure was limited by her worries, she wasn’t as lubricated as she should have been.
In his passion, Derek gave her a hard ram; it felt like a stab against her vaginal walls.
“Oww!” she yelped.
“Sorry,” he panted, then tried to move in more gently.
“It’s OK,” she sighed…or was it? Even if the Germ is benign to me, she thought, would it misinterpret my pain as Derek deliberately hurting me? Is the Germ some kind of alien that doesn’t know the difference between accidentally and intentionally hurting people? If that’s so, I’d better try to enjoy this sex the best I can. It’s too late to stop it, anyway–there’s no turning back. The guy in paisley wore a condom, too, and it didn’t save him from the Germ.
She looked down in his eyes and tried to focus on her love for him. They were getting more and more excited, but he gave her another impassioned, hard ram.
“Oww!” she screamed. Oh please, Germ-alien, or whatever the hell you are, don’t think of Derek as an enemy. Don’t kill him!
“Sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t mean…to do that.”
Did you hear that, Germ-alien? she thought. C’mon, Vera: focus on your desire!
“I’m gonna…blow my load! Oh!” he grunted.
“I’m…almost…there, too. Ah!“
They orgasmed at about the same time. He pulled out and removed his condom.
Here it is, she thought, watching him closely. The moment of truth. She got off of him.
He started getting himself off the floor. “Ungh!”
“Oh, my God!” she screamed. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, getting to his feet. “I just haven’t put my dick away yet. Silly me. I should’ve done it before.”
As he was putting it in his pants, she watched with a terrible dread. He noted her staring at him.
“I don’t need any help, thank you,” he said with a sneer. “Ooh!”
“What’s wrong?” she fired out in terror.
“Nothing,” he said, zipping himself up. “It’s just really sensitive after a fuck. If I’m not careful with it, I’ll hurt myself.” He saw the look of fear still in her eyes. “Why are you so jumpy tonight? Did my aggressive fucking remind you of those two bastards?”
“Yeah, in a way…not that you’re at all like them, of course.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I guess I’m just clumsy when I’m horny.”
“Oh, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had,” she said.
“Thanks,” he said while stretching. “Oww!”
“Oh, God! Are you OK?”
“Yeah. I just pulled a muscle in my back, that’s all.” He took his wallet out of his pants pocket.
“Thank God.” So far.
“Why are you so worried about me hurting myself all of a sudden?” He took out a few hundred dollars and paid her.
“N-nothing,” she said, taking his money. “I just…care about you.”
“That’s sweet,” he said, put his wallet back in his pocket, then kissed her on the cheek. As he walked to the door, he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow, late morning or early afternoon.”
“OK.” I sure as fuck hope you do. “Bye.”
“Bye.” He walked out the door and into the hall.
She stood at the open door and watched him approach the elevator. I guess he’s gonna be OK.
“Oomph!” he grunted as his knees buckled.
“Oh, God, no!” she screamed, running out to him.
“I’m fine,” he said with a wincing face. “I just sprained my ankle. What is it? Are you worried you’ve given me a bug or something?”
“Oh, no,” she said with a nervous giggle. “Of course not.”
“Look, two guys sexually assaulted you tonight, so you’re not feeling well. Go to bed and sleep it off. I’d stay and comfort you, but that asshole Bob would charge me for extra hours I cannot afford. Good night–I’ll call you tomorrow.” He kissed her, got in the elevator, and left.
Early in the afternoon of the next day, Vera had just about finished with another nasty john, one who’d punched her in the face before receiving a blow job from her.
When he came in her mouth, he noticed the disappearance of the bruise, cut, and blood on her face.
“Wow,” he said. “You heal quickly, bitch. I’ll just have to give you another taste of my fist.” But as soon as he balled up his fist, that arm fell off. He screamed. “What the fuck…?”
He spat a few teeth out.
She got up off her knees, sat on the edge of her bed, and watched him, grinning.
“You bitch!” he screamed, spitting out a few more teeth. “What have you done to m–?”
His lower jaw fell off, then his cock and balls did. She laughed.
He shook his head and groaned.
Then his head fell off.
“I still have the power,” she said, then picked up his body parts and put them in big, black plastic bags, and set them next to those of the night before, which contained the body parts of the man who’d anally raped her. “I was so worried that I’d lost the power after Derek’s survival, which I hope has lasted up to now…wait! He hasn’t called me yet, the way he promised!”
She rushed over to her phone, which was on her coffee table in the living room. She noted the time: already 1:30 in the afternoon. She dialled his number in a near-panic. After an eternity of waiting through six rings of the dial tone, he finally answered it.
“How are you? Are you OK? You said you’d call earlier today, and you didn’t, so I got worried.”
“Yeah, of course I’m OK,” he said. He heard a sigh of relief. “Why wouldn’t I be? I was just too busy with work to call earlier, that’s all. Sorry for making you wait. Anyway, are you gonna tell me why you’re so worried about me getting sick and dying, or whatever your problem is?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you everything tonight,” she said.
“What about Bob?” Derek asked. “I don’t have any money for another screw tonight. He won’t want me around if I don’t pay.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of Bob, don’t worry.”
“What are you gonna do? Don’t go putting yourself in a situation where he beats you up again.”
“Won’t happen, I promise. See you here tonight.”
She hung up, then texted Bob: I made a lot of money today and last night but Im keeping it all if you have a problem with that come here and tell me CUL8R
When Bob stormed into her apartment, which was no later than ten minutes after receiving her text, he–approaching her wide-open bedroom doorway–found her naked on her bed, on all fours, with her back to him, her ass pointed out at him with both of her holes showing on purpose.
“So, you’re keeping all the money for yourself, are y–? Whoa,” he said once he’d reached her bedroom doorway, and was now checking her out and feeling his jeans’ zipper already straining from his hard-on. “That’s the best you’ve looked in a long time, Vera. If you spent the money on improving your looks, I might forgive you…almost. What did you do to yourself?”
“Oh, I didn’t spend any money on my looks,” she said, looking back at him with an inviting smirk.
“Well, how did you suddenly become so hot-looking? Normally, you look like a dog.”
You bastard, she thought; Derek would never say that to me. “You don’t need to know.”
“Well, I say I do,” he said, approaching the bed. “You’re my product.”
“All you need to know is that you’re not getting your greasy fingers on one penny of my money.”
“Well, in that case,” he said, unzipping his pants and getting on the bed on his knees behind her, “I’ll just have to give you one hell of a hate-fuck.”
Still looking back at him and grinning, she said, “Come and get it, baby.”