Boss To Bitch (OpenTGC Re-Post)

“Look Boss, all I’m saying is it’s hard to see the big bad boss when all I can see are your tits!” Vin shrugged.

Franco flipped him off. “That fucking role exchanger may have given me a great rack, but I’m still the same guy I’ve always been. Now fuck off and go tell those bastards at the factory that I’m back and better than ever!”

Vin gave Johnny a worried glance before heading out towards the factory. With him gone, Johnny finally spoke up. “Looking good, Boss. Though I hear you swapped more than just your body.”

The Boss didn’t give him a response. They stared at one another. Then, with nothing more than a grunt, Franco headed upstairs. It took everything he had to maintain his resolve around his second in command.

What Johnny said was true. He was at one of his stripclubs when the role exchanger hit. So not only did he get the body of one of his girls; he also got the dress sense of Candy, the libido of Tiffany, and the sexual urges of one of his favourite girls. He was fighting against it, but it felt more and more like a losing battle.

He decided to run a bath. Wearing heels all the time was hurting his feet, not to mention the slight back strain he was feeling. A good soak would soothe his body and his mind. Or at least that was what he hoped.

There was a knock on the door and Johnny entered without waiting for a response. He paid no attention to the fact his boss was half-naked. “How long are you gonna keep the act up for?

Franco scowled. “Is that what this is? You’re looking to take my spot?” He continued to undress himself as an act of strength, but all Johnny saw was a stripper getting to work. “If you want to take your shot, I pray to god that you don’t miss. Because if you do then I-”

Johnny’s hand swept through the air with such speed that Franco had no time to react. He staggered back slightly, his hand resting on his cheek which was now red from impact. People who tried shit like that with the boss were bound to face a fate worse than death. But Johnny didn’t look scared. He looked like a man in charge.

“I used to have a lot of respect for you, Boss. I want you to know that.” Johnny said. “But you ain’t some tough as nails mob boss no more. You’re one of the whores!”

He took Franco by the wrist and spun him around. Another slap, this time on his ass cheek. The sharp jolt of pain made him yelp, but there was something else underlying this. That trait he gained from his favourite girl. And looking back at Johnny it was clear he knew about it as well.

“Jasmine sends her regards to you, by the way Boss.” He smirked. “Poor girl has had the sudden urge to fuck people up the ass, but she ain’t got a dick to do it with… And if she has your love of giving… Then maybe you’re the bitch who loves taking!”

Franco heard the sound of a zipper and then the sound of a bottle opening. He was being pinned down by his arm when he recognised a cool sensation on his ass crack. The same sensation he used to have on his cock before he’d fuck Jasmine.

“Ay Johnny, wait up a second let’s ta-aaaghh” He couldn’t finish his sentence after feeling Johnny fill his ass for the first time. He had completely frozen up in shock.

Johnny was stretching his ass. The girl Franco had swapped with was newer than most and probably hadn’t done much butt stuff before. Now it was Franco’s ass clenching tight around the invading cock.

“J-Johnny… Johnny plea-”

“Oh I’m gonna love you screaming my name. Maybe I’ll keep you around as my personal girl.” Johnny remarked, now balls deep inside of his former boss. “But I can’t go calling one of my girls Boss, can I? No, I think we’ll go with Francesca. Frankie for short.”

Christened with his new name and role, Frankie braced herself. The sensation of Johnny pulling out was leaving her with an emptiness she couldn’t stand. Thankfully, it was filled very quickly. Now that he had acclimatised, the thrusts were no longer bringing pain. Jasmine’s love for anal was bringing him lots of pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Fuck me harder, Johnny!” She moaned, receiving a sharp slap on her ass cheek in response.

“I’m not Johnny to you, bitch. You call me Boss.” Johnny slapped her ass cheek once more for further emphasis.

“Yes Boss! Oh fuck yes, Boss!” Frankie moaned.

Fifteen minutes later, the new boss plunged himself deep inside his new whore and held himself there as his cock spasmed. The heat filled Frankie up as she reached her own orgasm, screaming out her love for the boss’ cock up her ass.

Coming down from the high, Frankie looked up at Johnny in horror. He had given in so easily. There was no way to cover face and stand up against the rest of the mob. Not after getting a hot load in his ass from the new boss.

“Clean yourself up. I’ve got a meeting with my my new capos.” Johnny motioned to dismiss Frankie, then grabbed her by the wrist as she made a move to the shower. “Matter of fact… why don’t you clean up in the bathroom downstairs?”

Frankie face turned pale. She supposed it was only a matter of time before the word got out, but this was a humiliation she wasn’t ready for yet. She could already feel cum leaking from her asshole and dribbling down her leg. And if Johnny called a meeting, there would be at least a dozen men waiting downstairs to watch her do her walk of shame.

She was about to speak up, when Johnny gave a look that told her everything. It was this, or death. So with no other option, she gathered her clothes and made a quick march downstairs. Some men whistled, others catcalled. One man even grabbed at her ass cheek as she went by.

“From Boss to Bitch, eh guys?” Johnny laughed. “Once she gets herself cleaned up, Frankie will service any of you gentlemen who harbor a grudge with Franco. As a sign of respect moving forward. So hurry your ass up, baby!”

The door to the meeting room shut, but Frankie could hear the men all laughing. She got to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe once the humiliation died down, she could learn to enjoy this new role in the mob. But until then, she was the boss’ bitch.