Susan walked to her red convertible car, hopped like a leopard on the driver’s seat and then turned the car’s header lights towards the direction where her work place was. On the half-way point to her office building’s lot Susan saw a billboard that had her company’s logo on it. Susan had to slow down on an empty road to fully inspect the monstrosity of an advertisement that was above her.
On the picture there was a sexy looking female who lay on her side in a swimsuit eating, or rather suggestively sucking, a cucumber. The woman was taking all the space on the billboard and from her stomach all the way to her crotch, printed on the swimsuit, was the company’s logo. Susan couldn’t believe how such a blatant softcore pornographic looking photograph had even gone through the censors.
“Sultry Smiths – toys meant for adult taste” Susan read the company’s name and slogan out loud.
Susan felt the familiar sensation in her forehead and suddenly found nothing wrong with the advertisement. Susan’s gut instinct was still on full alert and she was sure that there was something wrong with the billboard above her. Susan shook her head in disbelief. Her mind was rapidly adapting itself to her cursed lifestyle. Susan had no time to self-reflect the changes as she quickly glanced at the digital clock that was displayed on the convertible’s dashboard.
Susan continued her ride through the half-empty streets of Glendale. It was afternoon and Susan had gotten hungry from all the running and driving. Susan decided to pick-up some fast food from a drive-through. This was going to be her first meal of the day as she had skipped breakfast, brunch and dinner.
After that Susan had finally arrived at the company’s parking lot and parked her car to the secure place only meant for her. She carried the small fast food brown bag with her.
“Welcome back Mrs. Smith. I hope you had a great morning visit with our trusted and loyal client Mrs. Jones.” A youthful looking female greeted Susan behind the information desk with her bouncy D-cups.
Susan spotted that the girl’s breasts were artificially enlarged and obviously filled with silicone as her two moderately sized assets stayed too firmly on the girl’s chest. The girl’s lean stomach made the two melons appear even larger as she stood in front of Susan.
While Susan went through with the usual small talk with the front desk’s assistant. Susan spotted that beside her bigger assets the girl’s work uniform had also gone from professional business suit to a more casual looking uniform. The company’s name and logo were written with a red cursive text on the shirt the girl was wearing. Susan was sure that she wasn’t able to notice the change at first and it took her some time to spot that type of obvious change in the girl’s work uniform.
Susan re-examined the receptionist’s outfit and saw that she was only wearing the black t-shirt with the company’s logo, similar colored shorts, black thigh high socks and black boots.
Susan turned the small talk conversation into a question and asked from the receptionist how was she able to afford such a plump pair of chesticles. The girl handed Susan a brochure that explained all the benefits that her company would provide for their workers. Susan’s eyes widened when she saw the two benefits named, ‘breast enlargement therapy’ and ‘free frontal upgrade’. The girl explained to Susan that she had helped her to become a D-cup when she originally was B-cup. The girl also explained that she was eager to receive her E-cup upgrade once her previous surgery scars healed.
After the small talk Susan took the elevator to her private office space which was now located on the top floor of the building.
“Mrs. Smith. Nice to meet you. My name is Felicia Moore” The young looking mature woman in a business suit introduced herself when Susan exited the elevator.
Susan thought about the client’s name and knew who she was. It was the girl who she called slut in her daydream many days ago. Susan felt a stinging sensation in her head as she took an another step forward. The client’s professional clothes sudden vanished and all of the clothes she had were replaced with a bunny girl outfit.
“Oof… Nice to meet you too Felicia, or should I say, long time no see. Heh heh...” Susan nodded her head and sat on her majestic and comfortable throne-sized sofa chair meant only for her bottom. “Can you give me a quick run down on what was it what you needed again?”
“As I explained in the email. Our Bunny Corporation wants to do a campaign with your high-class emotional support sticks meant for women and...” Felicia begun her explanation.
“...And what was it that your company did again?” Susan asked as she placed the brown bag on the maple wood table.
“Oh right, apologizes, the Bunny Corp is a live streaming platform with a cozy office space. We work with young girls who wish to be anonymous entertainers. Our girls do explicit content with their bodies in the front of cameras and play video games at the same time. Our company provides and rents computers, avatars and the games for the working girls and they can freely do whatever they want with them when they sign a deal with us.” Felicia happily continued. “As you can see, Mrs. Smith, I’m dressed in the company’s mascot’s outfit and I’m hoping that we could come to an agreement where we could make a deal where we promote your products as the girls test them out.”
Susan begun to remember more about the girl in front of her. The young 20-year-old Felicia’s face was imprinted in Susan’s memory as Felicia was the first secretary at her company who was willing to suck Susan’s cock under the desk. Susan had given Felicia a small raise in her salary for her loyalty towards the company but after some time Felicia had begun to develop her own business idea for a company that she now has. Felicia had asked from Susan if she was willing to invest to her company. Susan back then saw potential in Felicia’s idea and gave her a hefty sum of money on a loan with a clause that Susan’s daughter would be promoted as vice president of Felicia’s company in the future.
Susan hadn’t noticed that a girl in her twenties had already unzipped Susan’s belt and played with Susan’s erected foot-long cock like Felicia used to do back then when Susan had her important meetings with her big clients. Felicia wasn’t able see or hear the girl under the desk but she knew from experience what was happening under that maple table. Susan saw from Felicia’s face that she was envious of the girl which Felicia couldn't see. Susan smirked as the unnamed girl had finally begun to lick Susan’s cock under the table. Susan saw from Felicia’s face that her dominant and professional mindset had taken a small hit as tip of Felicia’s tongue slipped out of her lips. Susan knew how submissive Felicia was and how Felicia tried her best not to crumble in front of her former boss.
“Would you mind if I go to your company’s website and browse through the content?” Susan asked from Felicia.
Felicia eagerly nodded her head in approval.
Susan felt weird when she looked at website and it's content. Buncorp was clearly meant for jerking off as it masqueraded itself as website meant for social gathering and gaming. The girl under Susan pushed her lips forward and begun to suck Susan's footlong cock. Susan let out a quiet moan from her lips as she opened a page where a girl was playing a cartoony racing game while her hairy pussy was on a small screen. The minimally censored pussy with single black bar on top of it had a visible pink device attached inside it which vibrated every time she received a 50 dollar donation. The girl in the screen would twitch and moan loudly as the pink device started to buzz. A sultry voice would speak the text that was attached to the donation out loud as the girl would loudly moan in the background.
“Holy hell. This is good stuff. I’m glad that my money has grown to a fine investment.” Susan said and smiled in a trance like state.
“Really! You really think that!? I- I- I mean- I’m more than glad to hear that from you, Mrs Smith. As you can see the donations are the bread and butter of our website and that’s why we are asking for a good deal that could satisfy us both.” Felicia smiled back at Susan.
Susan gave Felicia the bedroom eyes and asked if Felicia wanted to join with the other girl under the desk for old times' sake as Susan browsed for more content while her footlong was fully erected.
Felicia’s tough and professional act crumbled like a dry rainbow cookie. Felicia acted like a puppy dog that hadn’t seen her owner in a long time and joined with the younger girl under the table to satisfy her old boss. Felicia knew how sensitive her boss’s big hairy balls were and without saying a word she begun gently suck them. The younger and inexperienced girl was sloppy but with Felicia’s aid it made the browsing the Buncorp’s girls even interesting. Susan was dazed and too horny to think logically as the two women kept her mind busy. Susan was more than happy strike a deal with her former employee but she wanted to tease her.
“Felicia. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Susan looked down at Felicia and asked. “Are you a virgin?”
“Uhmm? Hmmm? Yhheesshh?” Felicia replied to the odd question as she kept sucking Susan’s right side testicle.
“Perfect. You remember Jennifer? She needs a stepmother and I need a wife that I can trust.” Susan smiled.
“Hhuu-uuh? Y-y-you don’t mean…?” Felicia’s lower lip begun to tremble.
“You are a smart cookie Felicia. That’s what I’m implying.” Susan looked at Felicia with bedroom eyes and pulled the sofa chair away from the two girls.
“B-b-but Mrs. Smith, t-t-this is so s-sudden and… and… I’m not mentally prepared to be a wife for… for…” Felicia panicked.
Susan rose from her seat and squatted down on Felicia’s eye level. Susan placed her thumb and index finger on Felicia’s jaw.
“Felicia, my dear, you’ve known me for almost a decade by now. I’m not going to take an advantage of you. You know how much I care about everyone who works for me.” Susan said to Felicia.
“No… I… Nngnnnhh… Mrs… Susan please… You know how much Buncorp means to me… Ngghnnnhh... I'm…” Felicia moaned under the table. “I'm not sure if I could ever...”
“Felicia Smith, wouldn’t that sound like a lovely name on official documents?” Susan teased.
Felicia held her head. Susan smiled as she witnessed Felicia transforming in front of her.