Meredith and Steve had been happily married for several years now, and things in the bedroom were starting to cool off. This didn’t matter *that much* to the two of them. They still loved spending time with each other, still did a great job of managing all the little day-to-day issues that arose in their relationship, and were still committed to each other for the long haul.

But it did matter.

So when their anniversary came around, Steve was surprised when he opened up the gift Meredith gave to him.

“An old TV remote?” he said smiling. “You shouldn’t have!”

Meredith pushed him playfully. “It’s not just any remote. It’s a brain-changing remote!”

“Uh, what?” Steve said, not quite sure what to make of this.

“You point that at someone, and you can change their mind. It also lets you move around memories and personality traits between two people. I figured this would be a good way to spice things up a little in the bedroom.”

“Wow,” was all Steve could say. “Wow. When do we get to try it out?”

Their first big test drive that weekend had them driving out to a seedier part of town. Steve and Meredith normally avoided these parts of town. Steve was an accountant for a local credit union, and Meredith was an elementary school teacher. They weren’t really the types to hang out in the Red Light district of the city.

Meredith had dressed the part before they took off. She was wearing an outfit she wouldn’t normally be caught dead in: far too much make up, a dangerously short skirt, fishnet stockings, boots that went up to her knees, and a tiny top that gave tantalizing glimpses of her stomach and cleavage. The effect was somewhat ruined by her clear discomfort the whole car ride there. She was constantly tugging on the skirt, or adjusting the top trying to maintain some modicum of modesty, and her quiet personality made her look like a woman dressing up in a costume, not at home in their element.

Steve was going to fix that soon.

They circled the blocks, keeping an eye out, when Steve saw the perfect prostitute. Blonde hair, big fake boobs, and seemingly strung out on some drug or another. And she was wearing an even skimpier outfit than Meredith was wearing.

Steve pointed the remote at the prostitute, and copied her memories of her time on the street and overall personality into the remote with a few button presses. Then he pointed the remote at Meredith.

“Alright, are you ready to go away for a few hours?” Steve asked.

Meredith kissed him. “I’m ready.”

Steve started by erasing Meredith’s memories of being a teacher, her formal education, and being married to him. Then he copied the memories and personality of the prostitute over. He wasn’t worried - there was an “undo” button on the remote, and they had already tested it. A few presses at the end of the night and all she would remember would be the hot night they had enjoyed together.

Meredith’s whole attitude and demeanor changed. She was no longer tugging on her skirt or adjusting her top, she just sat with her legs open and seemingly no sense of modesty. Her proper posture was gone, replaced with a pose that drew attention to her puffed out chest, and a movement style that emphasized teasing and tantalizing over her former more timid, utilitarian movements. Her eyes were duller than before, lacking the sharp wit and educated gaze that they usually had.

“Fuck,” Meredith said, rubbing her head. “I must be more high than I thought. I don’t even remember getting in your car, mister.”

“No worries,” Steve said. “What were your rates?”

Meredith looked him over. He seemed like a well off guy. She noticed the ring on his finger, and put two and two together. Stepping out on his little missus? Not like she cared.

“$50 if you want me to suck you off in the car, or $100 if you want to fuck me in a hotel.”

Steve said he’d go for option two, and the two of them were soon driving to a seedy hotel that wasn’t far off. The person behind the desk gave the two of them a knowing look, but didn’t say anything as Steve got them a room.

Soon, the two of them were in their room. There was a slightly musty odor, and Steve wondered for a moment if the sheets had actually been washed.

Meredith was all business though. She started stripping her clothes off, and then started working on Steve’s pants.

“My only rule is no kisses on the lips,” she said. “It’s too intimate.”

Steve smiled. He had kissed Meredith many times, so he wasn’t too worried about that. Plus, she hadn’t said anything about kissing her in other places. Steve was turned on with this new Meredith. The staleness that had plagued their most recent encounters was gone. The sense of been there, done that. Now, Meredith was acting like a whole nother person. A wild, sensual seductress.

The two of them started fucking, and it was so different from fucking his prim and proper elementary school teacher of a wife. Meredith had only had one other partner before Steve, and had never worried much about technique. But this hooker version of her was experienced. She knew a hundred and one ways to pleasure a man, and she was employing them all to give Steve a mind blowing experience.

There were none of tender loving embraces the two often shared, none of the occasional laughter or joy. All there was was raw, animalistic pleasure. They didn’t make love, they fucked.

Steve felt pressure building and building, and it wasn’t long before he was grunting as he pumped Meredith full of hot, sticky cum.

He collapsed back onto the bed, panting and insensate from mindblowing orgasm he had just had. For her part, Meredith was all business.

“That’ll be $100,” she said.

Steve pointed at his pants, “Feel free to take it from my wallet.”

Meredith was surprised by his trust of a strange prostitute, but she wasn’t going to say no. Plus, she might be able to slip a little more money on the sly. She picked up his pants and rifled through them. She found a wallet as she expected, but also-

A brain-changing remote?

She knew about these things somehow. She smiled, realizing the windfall that had just fallen into her lap. She pulled $100 in 20’s out of his pocket, then put the wallet back into the pants and let it fall onto the floor again.

She pointed the remote at him, and erased his memory of paying her.

“That’ll be $100,” she said.

Steve had a strange sense of deja vu, as he pointed to his pants and said, “Feel free to take it from my wallet.”

She picked the pants up, took out his wallet, and pocket another $100 dollars. Not bad for a night’s work. However, Meredith realized she was being silly. She pointed the remote at Steve, and erased his memories of her. No way he can blame the prostitute for stealing from him, if he doesn’t remember fucking a prostitute. She was a genius!

While he was still dazed from the device, she grabbed his wallet and left the room. She was going on a shopping spree after this!

Steve blinked and looked around. His skin was flushed, and he felt like he had just gotten laid, but that didn’t seem right. He couldn’t remember anything that had happened that night, or how he had ended up in this hotel room. Strange. Especially because he felt completely sober.

He got confusedly out of bed, put on his clothes and walked to his car. He started driving back to his house, and as he left the hotel, he noticed a prostitute leaning over a car talking to a driver, and he couldn’t help but think she looked vaguely familiar. However, he needed to keep his eyes on the road, so he pulled his attention away from the prostitute and drove home.

Steve was even more confused when he got home and saw all the pictures of him and a strange woman on the walls. She looked a bit like the prostitute he had seen earlier, but the two of them were posed in a variety of couple-y situations.

Steve shook his head.

He was so pathetic.

He had been single for almost his entire adult life, and though he didn’t remember it, he must have paid a prostitute to do some mock photos with him to feel less lonely. It was odd he didn’t remember doing anything like that, but it was the only explanation that made sense of the all the strange occurrences tonight. It also explained the ring he was wearing on his finger. Wishful, pathetic thinking. Nothing more.

He felt so drawn to the prostitute, that he knew he was going to go looking for her tomorrow night, but he didn’t find her that night. Instead, he found another prostitute to fill his lonely, empty life with.

Steve didn’t know it yet, but he’d never find the thing he was chasing again, as much as he looked each night.

For her part, Meredith knew she was moving up in the world. The brain-changing remote made stealing money from her John’s *so easy*, and she thought she would have enough money to retire soon. Not that she would. She loved fucking men for money, and then making them forget all about her while she enjoyed a shopping spree compliments of their pilfered wallets.

Meredith now had all the drugs, sex and money she could ever want. What more did a girl need?