Taste For Trash

"I say, Gregory, we are simply the most vile young skanks in the entire club tonight!" guffawed Tristan, his upper crust accent sounding peculiar coming from the body he'd hijacked for the night,

"Quite right, my good man" replied Gregory, "Though I must say we are both blessed with simply terrific behinds! Care to compare?"

They each hitched up their dresses and admired the other's new ass, before pressing them against each other back to back and laughing hysterically.

"Don't worry gents, I'm getting it all on camera!" said an excited William, as his friends each struck a pose.

Gregory, Tristan and William were a trio of obnoxious young socialites, who got off on spending their fortune on high-priced body possession spells. They all had something of a "taste for trash", as they put it, and their favourite pass time was to go out to the seediest night club in town each weekend and find who they considered to be the most low rent girls in the place. They'd first attempt to romance them, buying them drinks and complimenting them, but if their advances were met with rejection then the girls would soon find their bodies possessed by the three young men. Then it was up to them to embarrass the girls as much as was possible. 

"Help me unhook my bra, chaps" said William, putting down the camera, "You may have the superior asses, but I wager the whole club would appreciate a good look my magnificent bosom". They all laughed again, before exiting the bathrooms for a topless boogie on the dancefloor.