Feature Writer: Pan
Feature Title: Halloween Costumes
Published: Copyright© 2019 by Pan
Story Codes: Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Magic, Mind Control, Reluctant, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humiliation, Rough, Spanking, Group Sex, Orgy, Anal Sex, Analingus, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Tit-Fucking, Voyeurism, Body Modification, Public Sex, Transformation
Synopsis: Three of Rob’s colleagues become their Halloween costumes.
Halloween Costumes – Chapter 1
The girls were speechless for a few seconds when Kelsey brought up the idea.
“Are you kidding?” Heather finally asked, as Brittany resumed filing her nails and staring at Kelsey with one eyebrow raised.
“Hey,” Kelsey said in response, “I didn’t have to cut you guys in on this. But there’s three prizes, so I figure why not share it around?”
“But … Rob?” Heather shook her head in disbelief. “He’s a creep!”
“Exactly,” Kelsey said. “No one can stand him – so no one else from work will be there.”
Brittany leaned in to have a closer look at the flyer. It was inviting them to their work-mate’s annual Halloween party that Saturday night – in big bright letters, it proclaimed “PRIZES FOR SEXIEST COSTUME!”
“So what?” Brittany said. “I don’t care how much the prize is. I’ve got plans.”
“Look closer,” Kelsey said, gesturing to the bottom of the invitation, and smiling as Brittany’s eyes widened in shock.
There was a long pause, as the girls processed the information in front of them. The flyer was offering more than ten thousand dollars worth of prizes for “the most erotic costumes”.
“Is this for real?” Heather said, and Kelsey earnestly nodded in response.
The three girls had worked together for almost two years, in a company that was now openly being referred to as a sinking ship, even by its employees. Their three largest clients, who collectively made up more than 60% of the firm’s income, had recently gone bankrupt, and the economic downturn had meant that they were unable to find business to replace them.
Within six months, the vast majority of employees would be terminated, and no one realistically expected the company to survive more than a year.
“You remember when Rob was trying to talk to us about his grandma?”
“I thought that was just an excuse to cry on our boobs…”
“Nope,” Kelsey said. “Turns out the old lady was loaded – he’s a millionaire now, at least. And the party’s apparently going to be pretty great.”
“Yeah, but still…”
Kelsey rolled her eyes at Heather’s hesitancy. She gestured at the young woman’s outfit – Heather was a stunning redhead, who went to the gym daily and didn’t want her efforts to go to waste. That morning, she was dressed in a tight skirt that emphasized her firm butt and long, toned legs. Her ensemble was topped off with a button-up blouse that didn’t show any cleavage, but still accentuated the shape of her pert B-cup breasts.
“Oh come on,” Heather said. “You want to pick on what I’m wearing? Look at Britt!”
Instead of being insulted, Brittany just slowly smiled, and leaned further forward. As the company’s secretary, she often joked that she was the first thing that prospective clients saw, and that she should “put on a good front”. Her dirty-blonde, teased hair was always loose, framing her face and resting gently on her ever-exposed DD cleavage.
When Brittany had started working with Kelsey and Heather, they’d been wary of her showy looks and flirty attitude, but they quickly learned that there was a genuinely sweet and kind girl behind it. And while she wasn’t above showing off her assets and teasing their male co-workers, she never let it go any further than that.
“I could just wear this,” she drawled.
“No,” Kelsey said firmly. “That’s the thing – with these kinds of prizes, everyone is going to be dressing a little bit slutty. If we want the money, we have to go all out…”
xxxxx
Two days later, Kelsey was pulling up outside Brittany’s house in her car, praying it would last long enough to get them to the party. She looked down at her costume and gulped – the others had asked several times if she was sure she knew what she was doing. She wasn’t, but she’d faked a grin, and nodded in response.
In truth, Kelsey was extraordinarily uncomfortable with any kind of public exposure. She had a nice figure, but had always covered it up at the office – and, truth be told, everywhere else that she went. In high school she’d been a shy and nerdy girl, and she’d never really grown out of it – the idea of showing up to a party dressed like a skank was one of the most terrifying things she could imagine.
But she needed the money. Urgently. As soon as she’d finished high school, the brunette had been accepted into a prestigious graphic design college, and while scholarship had helped with part of the payment, she was now swimming in student loans. She’d never been good with money, and had spent the last five years relying on credit cards – interest had started coming out of her ears, and even with her well-paying job, she was so deep in debt that she could barely even afford to eat.
Kelsey had offered to drive everyone to the party in the hope that her friends would offer to chip in for petrol, so she could use the money to get a decent meal. She had good reason to want the prize money so desperately – it wouldn’t solve her problems, but it would definitely help – and so the normally-conservative dresser had really pulled out all the stops.
On the walk to Brittany’s front door, Kelsey silently prayed that no one was watching. She had no idea how she was going to survive the party long enough to win the prize.
Heather answered Kelsey’s knock – she’d gone around earlier that day to get help with her costume.
“Oh, god…” Kelsey said in response to Heather’s shocked stare. “Is it that bad?”
“Girl…” Heather answered. “I had no idea … you are HOT!”
Kelsey was wearing nothing but a nude-colored body stocking, and had used her artistic skills to draw tattoos all over it. She’d been working with Rob for a few years and felt that she knew his type: a mailbox mix-up six months earlier had revealed that he subscribed to a number of magazines with nude, heavily-tattooed women on the front.
She was covered with lewd words, illustrations of graphic sex acts, and the most perverted images she could think of. Her arms were covered in spiderwebs, dripping with what she hoped would be interpreted not as dew, but droplets of cum – to emphasize the imagery, the spiders that covered her thin arms were creatively-drawn cocks with legs. On her chest were interracial couples in various sexual positions – her nipples were covered with the blonde white girl getting a facial, and a black girl taking it up the ass from a huge, muscular white man.
Her back was covered with one huge art-work: a naked demon priestess, oozing cum out of every orifice. Her naked red breasts were pierced, a black bar through each nipple, and she was reaching down to spread her pussy-lips, a hungry look on her face.
Kelsey’s legs were lined with drawings of hard cocks, spurting their seed triumphantly. On each foot was an image of a woman, naked except her high heels, and on her ass was a sailor princess flashing her butt to anyone who would see.
To top it all off, on each of her nipples, her belly button and her pussy, she’d drawn a piercing, using a 3D effect that she was quite proud of, and on her head Kelsey was wearing a bald-cap, also covered in lewd tattoos. Except for her face, every inch of Kelsey’s body was covered in the most offensive and sexual tattoos she could imagine.
Heather’s comment was not referring to Kelsey’s tattoos, however, but the girl’s figure – Heather had never seen her workmate in anything more revealing than a thick woolen sweater, and for the first time she realized that Kelsey was just as fit as the two girls that she called friends.
I might actually have some competition for this thing, she thought, before inviting Kelsey inside.
“Where’s yours?” Kelsey asked, and Heather laughed.
“Just putting the last touches on it now. Hey, can you help me with my make-up? Yours is fantastic.”
“Of course.”
Kelsey had covered her face in the heaviest, sluttiest make-up she could manage. Normally not one to wear more than a dab of concealer, she’d had to spend almost an hour online, watching tutorials.
“Kelsey!” Brittany squealed as the two entered the room, and now it was Kelsey’s turn to gawk.
The receptionist had really taken the suggestion to “go all out” onboard. She towered over the graphic designer, having forced her feet into six-inch heels. Her skirt was so short that with every step, her ass-cheeks were exposed to anyone standing behind her, and her legs were covered with the criss-cross of fishnet stockings.
Her top half, however, was what had drawn Kelsey’s attention. Brittany was obviously not wearing a bra, and had a white T-shirt on so tightly that her nipples were clearly visible. On the front, in big back letters, was written “Gang-bang Queen” – though it was hard to read, as the entire front of the T-shirt – and Brittany’s face – was coated in what looked like cum.
“Jesus, Britt…” Kelsey said, her eyes boggling.
“You like?” Brittany said with a grin. Kelsey had known that her friend had slight exhibitionist tendencies, but she hadn’t expected something as extreme as this… Of course, she reflected, considering what I’m wearing, who am I to judge?
“I figure when the company starts downsizing, the receptionist isn’t going to be a high priority – I might as well make money while I can, right?”
“I guess…” Kelsey replied, suddenly regretting her decision to invite her friends to the party. She’d expected to be a shoe-in for the prize, but even though Kelsey had no interest in women, even she couldn’t take her eyes off Britt’s chest.
“Besides,” Brittany said with a cheeky grin, “I’ve had this shirt forever and never had a chance to wear it before. Check it out!”
Brittany did a spin – an impressive feat, considering her heels – and Kelsey read the back of the shirt – “Cum-slut”.
She threw a look at Heather, who rolled her eyes and smiled.
“She’s kidding. We made the shirt today.”
“And the…”
“It’s icing sugar,” Brittany said, scraping a tiny part out and moving it to her mouth with a smile. “The heels are mine though, and I really never do get to wear them. We just finished Heather’s costume – you’re never going to believe it.”
“I’m sure I won’t,” Kelsey replied.
xxxxx
Kelsey’s chances of winning the prize seemed to move even further away as she helped Heather get ready. The saleswoman, counting on none of her other workmates being there, had pushed the limits as far as she was able. To compensate for her relatively small breasts, she’d made a fake pair that were bigger than her head, and looked even larger on her fit frame.
Underneath her dress, she was wearing a pair of latex shorts, with a photo crudely attached to the front and back. Whenever she lifted up her dress, it looked as though she was exposing herself – but instead of a normal set of genitals, the photos were of stretched, gaping orifices – an already-wide pussy that she’d photoshopped to look as though you could drive a car through, complete with pussy-rings. Similarly, on her ass she wore a photo of a asshole that looked like it had taken an entire midget inside of it.
If you stared at it for too long it was obviously a photo, but as long as Heather never let anyone see the images for more than a second, it appeared that she was the ultimate size-queen.
“I considered making a shirt saying “I like ‘em big”, but I didn’t want steal Brittany’s schtick, y’know?”
“Uh huh,” Kelsey replied, carefully adding the last of Heather’s make-up. “Okay, you’re all done.”
“This is the last one,” Brittany said, moving her mouth back to the over-sized blow-up dildo. Heather picked up the other six enormous fake dildos and butt-plugs laying around the floor, and put them in a basket.
“Let’s go!”
As the three moved toward the door, Brittany added the final touch to her outfit – a SLUT choker – and the trio were soon in Kelsey’s car, on their way to the party…
“I’ve got to ask,” Kelsey to Brittany, the blonde’s skirt riding up so high that it exposed her underwear. “Where did you get that skirt?”
“What are you talking about?” Brittany replied, a confused look upon her face. “This is just my clubbing outfit…”
xxxxx
The drive to the party started awkwardly, as each of the girls suddenly became aware of the outfits that they were wearing in public. Soon, though, they began to gossip about their management’s latest terrible decisions, and the rumors flying around that they might not even have their jobs for six more weeks, let alone six more months, and as they were reminded of why they were doing what they were doing, they relaxed and began to look forward to the party.
Halloween Costumes – Chapter 2
A look of awe spread across the faces of all three girls as they entered the party. Rob really had spared no expense – the room was well-decorated, there was Halloween-themed finger-food everywhere, and he’d even splashed out for an open bar. If she wasn’t dressed as a grotesque parody of a sexual fetish she found repugnant, Kelsey may have even been able to enjoy herself.
But she’d volunteered to drive, so couldn’t even get drunk.
“Well,” Brittany said, clearly unperturbed by the stares she was getting for her slutty outfit, “we’re here! May as well enjoy ourselves!”
“You go on ahead,” Heather said. “I’m going to hang back with Kels for a while.”
As the bubbly blonde bounced her way into the party, Heather turned to Kelsey.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Kelsey replied, forcing a grin onto her face. “Just a bit – well, y’know.”
“Shy?”
“Yeah.”
There was a pause, as the two girls watched the throbbing mass of bodies in front of them, occasionally spotting Brittany’s blonde hair popping up above the crowd.
“Do you think I went overboard?” Kelsey suddenly asked, and Heather shook her head.
“Look at me,” she said, flashing Kelsey and getting a laugh in response. “Besides, check out the competition – one of us is a shoe-in. That money is as good as ours.”
Heather was right. The party was full of sexy nurses, teachers, students, cat-girls … even a few whores, bimbos and Playboy Bunnies. But no one had gone to the efforts of Kelsey and her co-workers, and their extreme outfits were even earning them a few dirty looks.
Kelsey relaxed slightly, and Heather put her arm around her.
“You look great, seriously. Have you ever considered getting inked for real?”
“I’ve thought about it,” Kelsey answered. “But I’m terrified of needles. Oh, god…”
The graphic designer went white as a familiar face approached, a huge grin on his face.
“Heather! Kathy! You made it!!”
“It’s Kelsey,” she murmured in response, but the music was too loud for Rob to hear her.
“These costumes … wow. Just … wow. You guys are … yeah, there’s no other word for it: wow.”
“Brittany’s here too,” Heather replied, as coolly as she could.
“Yeah I saw! Good to see that she’s finally embracing her true self, hey Kathy?” Rob said with a broad wink.
“When are the prizes being announced?”
“At midnight, of course! Check out the trophies – I got them from this cool occult store downtown!”
Kelsey looked at where Rob was pointing, and saw three trophies standing on a pedestal in the center of the room. The way the disco light shone onto them gave them a strange glow, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, a chill ran down her back at the sight of them.
“Wow,” she said flatly in response, getting another laugh out of Rob.
“Anyway, I’ll see you guys later! Enjoy the party!”
xxxxx
For Kelsey, the two hours she had to wait until midnight seemed to last a thousand years. Worst of all, while she’d been correct in her prediction that no other females from the office would be there, she hadn’t realized that a party with free booze and “prizes for most erotic costume” would be a beacon to the males in her office.
Within the first half-hour, she managed to narrowly avoid being seen by five different co-workers. Unfortunately, after that, Brittany came to find her – and Brittany had no compunctions about being spotted.
“Kels!” she cried out from across the room. “Look who’s here! It’s Mark from accounting!”
“Kelsey??” Mark said, staring at her in shock. “Kelsey … is that really you??”
“Hi Mark,” Kelsey said, avoiding eye contact. “Enjoying the party?”
“Yeah, I … wow. Can I get you a drink?”
“It’s an open bar,” Kelsey said flatly.
“I’ll take one! Just a beer, thanks Mark,” Brittany interrupted, and grinned through her mock-cum at Kelsey. “Always let them buy you a drink, even if it’s free – it’s habit-forming.”
“I thought you didn’t date co-workers.”
“I don’t … that doesn’t mean I don’t let them buy me drinks. I haven’t paid for a drink in over a year now.”
Mark returned and accepted Brittany’s offer to dance, leaving Kelsey alone with the finger-food once more. Her skull-cap was itchy, her legs were tired, and her co-workers hadn’t offered to chip in for petrol, so she leaned on the table and ate as many of the snacks as she could stomach. Finally midnight rolled around, and a clearly inebriated Rob stood up to announce the winners.
“First of all,” he slurred, “I want to have everyone for coming. We should thank one of these every year!”
The crowd was, on average, just as drunk as Rob, and they cheered at the suggestion, growing silent once more as he prepared to read out the winners.
“In third place, for creativity, boldness and being fucking sexy, it’s my dear friend and co-worker … Heather!”
The girls had reconvened near the stage, in preparation for the prizes that they knew were theirs. Kelsey and Brittany congratulated Heather as she got pulled up on-stage by Rob, who handed her the mike.
“Free dildos for everyone!” she cried, throwing her basket of inflatables into the crowd. Heather wasn’t the most drunk person there, but she certainly wasn’t dragging down the average.
As Heather clutched the trophy to her chest, a strange sense of unease came across Kelsey once more. A part of her wanted to shout out a warning, to say “don’t touch it!”, but the rational side of her brain silenced the impulse, and she listened closely as Rob announced second place.
“This one was tricky, I’m not going to lie. But she let me taste it and it was delicious and so I’m giving her second place! Brittany!!”
Brittany managed to stumble her way on-stage, and gave Rob a big kiss as a thanks – this would normally have been incredibly out of character for Britt, but as she pulled away, Kelsey had to work to stifle a laugh – Rob’s face looked like it was covered in dried semen, and he was too drunk to notice.
She was so busy staring at the amusing sight that she almost missed what Rob said next.
“Kathy! Is Kathy here?”
Kelsey was tired and cranky and disappointed, and if Heather hadn’t leaned over to correct the host of the party, she may not have registered that she, in fact, was the “Kathy” that Rob was referring to.
“Kelsey!” Rob corrected with a hiccup, and Kelsey walked on-stage to collect her prize, a huge grin on her face.
xxxxx
The next morning, Kelsey awoke with a spring in her step. It wasn’t only the fact that she was many thousands of dollars richer, it was something else, something indefinable. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d come up with a plan, followed through, and it had paid off. Perhaps it was the cheers from the crowd as she’d stood up to collect her trophy. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d worn slutty outfits for a whole night – in front of at least a dozen people she knew – and lived to tell the tale.
Not, of course, that it was a tale she’d ever be telling.
As she looked around the room, she almost jumped at the sight of her trophy. She didn’t know why it gave her the creeps, still, but it did. Even now, gleaming in the morning light, something about it didn’t seem right.
She wanted to throw it out and never look at it again, but she forced herself to quash the instinct. If she’d been listening to her fears she never would have dressed up, gone to the party, and won the better part of ten thousand dollars. The pile of cash was sitting on the chair next to the trophy, and Kelsey looked at it and smiled.
Sure, the majority of it would have to go to paying off debt, but she could afford to treat herself, just a little. What could she do to reward herself for her bravery?
A tattoo. The idea popped into her brain with such immediate clarity and conviction that she was dressed and on her way to the tattoo parlor before she even questioned it. Yes, a tattoo – she’d always wanted one, and if last night had taught her anything, it was that overcoming fears could lead to great rewards.
She was going to get a tattoo. And to commemorate last night, she was going to get a slutty one.
xxxxx
Across town, at the same time that Kelsey was stepping into the tattoo parlor, Brittany was waking up to an unusual sight: there was a strange man in her bed. She didn’t normally go home with people, especially not someone she didn’t know, but apparently the drinks and the thrill of having won had gone to her head, and so the blonde had broken her own rule and had a one-night stand.
Not a bad-looking one, either, she mused. Maybe that’s a rule that needs to be broken more often…
Sunday morning meant church, and so Brittany got up without waking her houseguest, got dressed, and left the house. She was almost out the door before she remembered to attach a note for the stranger, taping it to the trophy that sat next to her bed, glowing slightly.
xxxxx
Unlike her two co-workers, Heather didn’t leap out of bed on that Sunday morning. She woke up full of energy, just as Brittany and Kelsey had, but instead of getting up and putting that energy toward something productive, she decided to reward herself with a lay-in. She’d only won a bit over a thousand dollars, but – she told herself – that wasn’t too bad for a night’s work.
She glanced over at her prize and wondered what she was going to do with the ugly thing. She’d never been much for competitive sports, and so there wasn’t a cabinet or trophy-room it could be added to. Until she found a place for it, she supposed she’d have to just leave it there, beside the bed.
Glimpses of the party came back to her – how drunk had she gotten? She remembered Kelsey driving them home, exuberant about her win, but most of the night was a blur…
As she pondered, she noticed that her right hand had drifted to her pussy, and was slowly stroking up and down her sensitive lips.
Well, she thought to herself, I’ve got no other plans for the morning…
Five hours and six powerful orgasms later, Heather finally got out of bed. She got herself a glass of water, and returned for another play-session.
Halloween Costumes – Chapter 3
Monday:
As Kelsey walked into work the next day, she was met with raised eyebrows and huge smiles.
The raised eyebrows were from those who hadn’t been at the party. They were wondering what small, shy Kelsey was doing, walking so confidently, dressed uncharacteristically in such a a short skirt. The huge smiles were from the men who had seen her faux-naked, and welcomed any change in her wardrobe that brought her closer to that state.
It wasn’t until lunch, however, when she got a chance to sit down and spend time with her two best friends that Kelsey was truly able to show off.
“Wow!” Brittany said, huge smile upon her face.
“Really?” Heather asked, her eyebrows conveying her disapproval.
“Oh come on,” Brittany said, playfully slapping Heather on the arm. “Don’t be like that – it’s about time that Kelsey loosened up a bit! I think this is a good start!”
The two girls were reacting to their work-mate’s new tattoo – the one she had shown them, anyway. Once she had reached the tattoo parlor and discovered that they had a two-for-one deal for tattoos above a certain price, she’d been unable to resist the temptation of spending the entire fistful of cash she’d hastily grabbed on the way out.
A pair of new tattoos later, she was walking out of the small shop with a smile on her face and a new confidence in her stride. On her left ankle she’d gotten a simple tattoo of a balloon – she’d wanted something simple and playful, something she wouldn’t be ashamed to show her friends.
Something to contrast her other tattoo.
It was the balloon that Brittany was gushing over, while Heather made her reservations clear. Kelsey wasn’t sure how they’d react if they saw the pair of boobs she’d gotten tattooed on her lower back.
She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it – Kelsey wasn’t a boob girl particularly, and whenever she’d imagined getting tattoos, it had never been something so crude, so … silly.
That was it. It was silly. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that … the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else – getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.
She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt … it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.
In fact, she might even get another. Soon.
xxxxx
Once lunch was over, and the girls made their way back to their various workstations, Heather breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was fairly sure she’d managed to hide it from her workmates – she’d perhaps been a bit harsher than necessary on poor Kelsey, but honestly, Heather had welcomed the distraction.
Ever since she’d arrived at work that morning, she’d just felt so … horny.
It was just an after-effect from the day before, she told herself. Uncharacteristically, Heather had stayed in bed all day – from shortly after she’d woken up, right through until she’d drifted back to sleep that night, Heather had only gotten up for food and to go to the toilet.
The rest of the time, she’d been masturbating.
It had been fun, Heather was forced to admit. It was so unlike her – she’d always had a strong sex-drive, but she never had time to indulge herself like that.
Yes, that was it. It was an indulgence. And when was the last time she’d had one of those? She’d been battling with guilt all morning – she’d promised her neighbor that she’d pop around and help out with her garden, she’d taken some work home with her over the weekend, and her house was a mess.
But sometimes, you just needed to treat yourself, and that was all it had been. A lovely, relaxing weekend – a party, a few more drinks than were strictly necessary, a bit of prize money, and then a day of self-pleasure. It was out of her system now, and she could go back to being her normal go-getter self.
So why was she still so turned on?
All day Heather had felt like she was battling her own hormones. It wasn’t anything in particular – there were no guys in the office that Heather was particularly attracted to (no women either, for that matter) and her computer monitor had shown nothing more erotic than a spreadsheet all day. Other than a few calls to clients, there had been nothing particularly out of the ordinary about Heather’s day, certainly nothing erotic, and there was no reason for her to want to get off that one last time.
One last time…
The idea was so tempting that Heather decided that the best thing to do, to clear her head, would be simply to head into the ladies’ bathroom, get herself off, and return to work energized and ready to go.
I wish I had a toy here, she thought as she slipped into her work’s restroom. But I suppose fingers will have to do…
xxxxx
Jerry smiled broadly at Brittany as he left for the day. He was half in love with their bombshell of a receptionist – every man in the building was – but there was something particularly appealing about her that day. Her smile seemed wider, her skirt seemed tighter, her top seemed even more low-cut…
No, that wasn’t it. It was her attitude. She was always bubbly and personable – it was what Brittany was known for. But today she somehow seemed extra friendly, extra chirpy.
“I’m here to please,” her body seemed to be screaming – Jerry could have sworn she was pushing her chest forward slightly, trying to emphasize her (already impressive) cleavage, but he didn’t want to stare.
“Good night, Brittany,” he said as he left.
“Good night, sir,” she replied, and something about the way she purred the last word had him erect before he could even hit the back door.
xxxxx
Tuesday:
This is wrong, Heather told herself. I shouldn’t be doing this … not at work.
The thought ran through her mind again and again, but it somehow just managed to add to the heat she felt between her legs. After jilling off in the bathroom the day before, she’d barely managed to get through the rest of the day. Finally, knocking off time arrived, and she all but ran home, collapsed straight onto her bed, and got herself off over and over and over again before falling into a blissful sleep.
She’d had a date, the saleswoman remembered the next morning. She’d been looking forward to it for a week – Tim, his name was, or Tom. Something short. But she’d been so obsessed by the idea of getting home and getting her favorite vibrator between her legs, she’d completely blanked on seeing … was it Todd? … until she’d noticed three missed calls and two messages on her phone.
A second date was looking unlikely, but that was okay. Who needs men, she told herself, when you’ve got friends like these?
As she was leaving for work, she’d fished one of her smallest sex toys out of the trophy (where it had somehow landed after Sunday’s session) and then – completely on impulse – slipped it into her work bag.
The idea of sneaking into the bathroom again consumed her, and it was all she could think about during her commute. So naughty, she told herself – so deliciously wicked.
Once Heather arrived at work, she’d made small talk with her supervisor, and then fled to the bathroom, plunging her tiny toy deep into her wetness, and rubbing at her nipples with her other hand.
Oh god, she thought as an orgasm swept her body. This is so wrong…
I’ve got to do this again some time.
xxxxx
As Heather left the ladies’ room, her route back to her desk brought her past reception. Brittany didn’t notice, however – one of the young interns was at her desk, and she was flirting outrageously with him.
Typical Brittany, Heather thought with a smile, enjoying her post-orgasm glow. She doesn’t even mind that he hasn’t looked at her face once…
xxxxx
Wednesday:
Kelsey arrived at work an hour late, and threw an apologetic glance at Brittany as she entered the room.
“Don’t worry about it girl,” Brittany said, casually tossing her long blonde hair behind her. “I covered for you – where’ve you been?”
“I got another tattoo,” Kelsey said proudly. A week ago, she would have blushed and stared at the floor as she did, but she found the process of getting inked to be surprisingly empowering. After getting dressed that morning, she’d caught a glimpse of her reflection in the creepy trophy that she still hadn’t had a chance to get rid of.
What am I wearing? she’d asked herself, and resolved to go clothes shopping that night. The clothes she was wearing were that of a timid, shrinking violet. They weren’t representative of the new Kelsey, the Kelsey who wasn’t afraid to dress however she liked.
The Kelsey who wasn’t afraid of her own turn-ons.
As she’d gone to the tattoo parlor that morning, she made a small confession to herself – her new tattoos were … hot. They made her feel sexy. The feeling had been there, simmering under the surface since she’d first gotten the pair of boobs, but she’d been unable to admit it even to herself.
They were more than just hot. They turned her on. There was just something so deeply erotic about looking down at her skin, and seeing a lewd tattoo. It was affecting her more than she’d like to admit, but as she’d looked at herself in her rear-view mirror, she’d vowed not to be afraid of it.
In fact, that morning, she’d gotten another two tattoos – one that she could show people, and one that was just for her. One for her friends to see, and one for her to think about when she played with herself. She didn’t know why it was so sexy to see the ink, know that it was a permanent mark on her body, but it was.
“No way!” Brittany said with a huge grin. “I guess it’s true what they say – you can’t just stop at one! Can I see?”
“Of course,” Kelsey said, and rolled up her sleeve. On her right shoulder she’d gotten a mermaid – now that she looked at it, it faintly resembled Brittany, with its long hair and prominent bust. She didn’t show her friend the matching tattoo on her left shoulder – it, too, was a mermaid, but this one was topless, proudly positioned to emphasize its enormous chest and erect nipples.
“Wow!” Brittany said. “I might have to get one myself. What’s the name of your guy?”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll write it down,” Kelsey replied, suddenly flustered. If Brittany went to her tattoo artist, he might mention something about her secret tattoos, and they were just for her.
As Heather began to approach, Kelsey hastily covered her arm up. She didn’t want her new feeling of power to be diminished by a cruel comment or two, and Heather wasn’t one to hold her tongue. A part of her hated her fear, but she knew that change took time.
Kelsey’s surge of fear was for nothing, however – the saleswoman didn’t stop, just flashed her friends a huge grin and continued walking.
“Is she okay?” Kelsey asked, and Brittany just shrugged.
“I think she’s coming down with something – that’s the third time I’ve seen her leave the restroom today, and it’s not even ten thirty yet.”
xxxxx
Thursday:
The next day, Brittany was too distracted to keep a count of Heather’s toilet visits. She didn’t even notice when Kelsey walked in, wearing a skirt almost as short as Brittany’s and a form-fitting sweater that jiggled as she walked. Kelsey’s shyness had completely disappeared, and she was taking full advantage of it.
No, Brittany’s attention was on the men in the office. So many men! Brittany had always enjoyed the company of males – Kelsey and Heather were two of the first truly close female friends she’d had – but her religious upbringing had meant that she’d never let herself go any further than teasing, unless of course she knew it was serious.
And this week, she’d spontaneously decided to take teasing to a new level. After waking up with company on Sunday morning, and listening to a particularly moving sermon about using the gifts that God gives you, Brittany had resolved to do exactly that.
Her best assets were her looks, she knew. She’d always known that. And sure, perhaps the company was going under and there was nothing she could do about … on the other hand, perhaps there was.
Brittany had never been the smartest book on the shelf, but it had never bothered her – bring bright and bubbly were her strengths, and after spending Sunday night musing about what she could do to best make use of her talents, she’d decided to go ahead and play to her strengths.
Her company had a huge motivation problem, that was obvious. And it was her job to be the face of the company – but she could do more than that, she could work on lifting spirits from within.
And so she had.
Any time a man was within a few feet of her, Brittany made sure that there was a smile on his face, and ample eye-candy for him to look at. Her skirt-hems had grown higher, her cleavage had – against all odds – gotten more prominent, and she considered it a personal challenge to cause a visible erection on every man she came into contact with.
Her efforts had worked, but an unexpected side-effect had occurred. The more attention she got from the men of her office, the more she enjoyed it … craved it, even. Thursday morning was the start of a big conference – one of the few efforts the company had left to pull itself out of the hole and get more clients – and most of the office was out.
For the first time since starting her new project, Brittany wasn’t surrounded by men. She hadn’t expected to miss the constant attention, but she did, and the feeling had put her in a real funk.
She filled her morning with busywork, and decorating her desk – she’d decided earlier in the week to brighten up her workspace as well, and had even brought in the trophy she’d won at the Halloween party. She was just putting it on a shelf behind her, trying to work out whether it dominated the space too much, when the sound of the company intern’s voice behind her made her smile with joy.
“Eli!” she said, putting so much enthusiasm into her greeting that he blinked twice and stepped backwards in shock.
“Uh, yes,” he stammered. “Hi. I, uh, was just…”
The sight of documents in his hand made it obvious what Eli was after, and Brittany shot her widest grin at him.
“Can’t get the copy machine to work?”
“No,” he replied. “I, uh, you…”
“Here,” she said, stalking towards him. “Let me show you.”
xxxxx
Alone in the copy room with Eli, Brittany’s heart was racing. She didn’t know why – she’d known the boy for almost two months now, and she’d never reacted like this before. He was just so cute … so young…
There was something about the way that he stared at her breasts while talking to her that just got her so hot and bothered. He could barely get a few words out without blushing, and from the second she walked into the building each morning, she knew he was hard.
So hard. So hard … for her…
It must be frustrating, she pondered, not even aware that she was now blatantly staring at his pants. Being hard all day, no one to relieve the tension … it must be so … demoralizing.
And to think, she was the one who had caused it. Here she was, trying to motivate the office, and all she was doing was getting them all hot and bothered, cocks hard, no way to take care of it…
With one smooth movement, Brittany closed the copy room door, got down on her knees, and unbuckled Eli’s pants.
“Let me take care of this for you,” she asked, but he just responded by widening his eyes so far they threatened to bulge out of his head.
“Please…” she said, in her sultry voice of silk, and when Eli nodded frantically in response, Brittany smiled, and moved her mouth over his cock.
THE END (OF CHAPTER THREE)