CHAPTER 3: Cash for the Titty Fund

I woke up around 7:45 the next morning. Work started at 8.

“C’mon, dummy! You’re going to be late for work! Up and at ‘em already!”

My head jerked up. I glanced over at my alarm clock to see Kitty sitting in front of it. She was back to her nude form again.

“What? Kitty? You’re still here? I thought you disappeared at sunrise.”

“Usually, yes. But you just kept the good stuff flowing last night! I drank so much of your essence I can hang around the waking world a for a little bit. Now come on! Come on! You wanna get fired? Get dressed!”

I jumped up and made my way to the shower, uncomfortably aware of Kitty watching me the whole time.

“Y’know, I could help wash you…y’know, down there, if it will help speed things up.”

“I’m pretty sure that won’t speed things up,” I say, lathering down my body. “I think if you got anywhere near my cock, we’d both end up spending too much time in the shower.”

Kitty sighed, absolutely crestfallen.

“Awww…I guess you’re right.”

I dried off, threw on some clothes, and was just packing up my day bag when Kitty started fluttering in front of my face.

“Before you go, I was wondering if you could do a small favor for me?”

“What? Another drink? I’ll ruin my work pants.” I didn’t realize fairies could be this needy.

Kitty sucked in her cheek and tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully.

“Mmmm…tempting, but no. I just need you to pick up something on your way to work.”

She began to swing back and forth, suspended by her ornate wings that were shooting off colors again. Any irritation I was holding melted away. Those colors just made me feel so happy.

“uuhhhh…okay…what is it?” I asked, my mouth stretching into a dopey smile.

“I need you to take a quick stop at your bank on the way in.”

I blinked. Something didn’t sound right. Since when was this fairy messing around with my actual finances?

“I…I don’t know if…”

My protests died in my throat as Kitty stretched her arms up luxuriously, showing off her gravity-defying rack. My eyes turned glassy and my mind numb as I stared helplessly at her seductive show. She undulated her torso, her tits magically growing larger and larger with every shake.

“It won’t be any trouble, Pete. You won’t even have to think about it, right?” She said.

“No trouble….won’t even think about it…” I agreed. Those tits were mind-boggling.

“Exactly! You’re going to go down to your bank. You’re going to make a cash withdrawal of $500. You’ll put it in your wallet and forget it’s there. Do you understand, Pete?”

“Yeesss…Go to my bank…make cash withdrawal of…of…”

Did she really say 500 dollars?

“Listen to your cum accountant, Pete,” Kitty said. She reached into the air and pulled out her lecture pointer. With a few flips of her wrist, she transformed it into a girthy, stout dildo. She ran her fingers gently along the underside of the shaft. I twitched in delicious empathy.

“Your cum accountant knows what’s best for you. And you really need to make a big cash withdrawal…”

Every time she mentioned the words ‘cash withdrawal’ I felt a twitchy urge to buck my hips. How was I this horny?

“Yes…will make a cash withdrawal of 500 dollars …Put it in my wallet…forget it’s there…” I repeated. Whatever the pretty fairy said was fine with me.

“That’s a good boy. Now you’re off and ready to go. Have a good day, Pete!”

SNAP!

I jolted awake. Somehow I had fallen asleep, or zoned out, in the middle of my kitchen. And while I was already late for work! I grabbed the rest of my stuff and barreled out the door.

I drove to work fast enough to nearly warrant a ticket. I usually didn’t have a problem with being punctual, but the last night or two had seen me wake up much later than normal. I hoped my supervisor wasn’t going to get crotchety over it.

As I drove around the block my office was on, I suddenly remembered I had to do something urgent at the bank! I couldn’t say exactly what it was, but I knew it was incredibly important. I pulled into the bank parking lot and marched to the ATM, frowning as I glanced at the time on my phone.

There was a line of four people in front of me at the ATM. I crossed my arms, trying not to look like I was ready to throttle anyone taking more than ten seconds to enter their PIN. Finally, I got to the glowing touch screen and shoved my debit card inside.

Enter PIN.

Deposit or Withdrawal?

Enter amount.

500.00 dollars.

We are dispensing your money.

I slipped the stack of twenties into my wallet and immediately forgot about it. I rushed through the doors of my office almost a half-hour behind schedule.

“So, here he is!” Karol said, glancing up from the receptionist’s desk computer. “You’re late, you know.”

“Yeah. I figured that. I just don’t know what happened. I thought I got enough sleep!”

Karol gave me a pained look. Dare I say it was even a look of sympathy.

“That sucks, dude. Well, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they wanted to see you in HR when you got in.”

I froze.

“Shit. It wasn’t Jeffers, was it?”

“No, I think it’s Ramirez today. Don’t worry. I think you’ll still end up keeping your job for now. Probably.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said through the corner of my mouth as I stalked past her and towards the HR office. Mrs. Jeffers had a reputation for being the one to deliver layoffs and other bad news to the staff. It earned her the nickname ‘The Terminator’, but I don’t think anyone in the office said it to her face.

As it was, Ramirez was a bit gentler. He asked me if there were any problems at home and if I needed any support getting my act together on time. I just told him the truth, that I was struggling with sleep during the nights and having a hard time adjusting. He said he sympathized with me but warned me that my job might get refilled if I was late again.

Sympathy my ass.

I sulked in my cubicle for the rest of the morning. Right before lunch, while most of the staff were out, Karol stopped by. She leaned in head-first, her white, silk, button-up top sliding against the gray fabric walls of the divider.

“Hey, I heard you got chewed out for being late. You okay?”

I certainly am now!

“Oh! Yeah, it wasn’t a big deal. The boss has to crack the whip sometimes, right?”

“Oh, you’re into that, too?” She asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Huh? Into what?”

“Oh, never mind,” she said with a small frown. I never understand women.

“Hey,” said Karol, taking another step inside my cubicle. “I hope you don’t think this is too forward, but I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

My pulse started racing and I could feel my nerves tingle. This was it. She was making the first move.

Karol strutted up to my chair, showing off her powerful thighs with each step. She leaned forward, teasing open the first two buttons of her top.

“Would you be interested in donating to the Titty Fairy fund?” she asked.

“I….what?” That wasn’t what I was expecting.

“The Titty Fairy fund!” She explained. “It’s just a joke between my girlfriends and me. I’m seeing if people around the office can pitch in and help me finish this tattoo already.”

She pulled open another button, letting the top of her breast bulge out revealing the black outline of her fairy. Flustered, I bounced back and forth between her eyes and tits for a minute before trying to speak.

“Oh, well….sorry. It’s just that I’m saving up for a new car and uh…uh…”

Another button came loose. Another inch of cleavage appeared.

“Are you sure, Pete? I’d reeaaally appreciate it…”

I could feel something sweeping through my body. The sexy receptionist was trying to milk me for money, and it was turning me on.

“Uhm…I…I’m not sure…”

“C’mon dummy, cough it up!”

The tinny voice wasn’t Karol’s. I blinked and looked down at her chest (again). Kitty stared up at me from Karol’s tit, her face no more than a cartoon outline. I gaped, completely at a loss for words.

“Pay her already! You think I want to spend the rest of my life as an unfinished doodle?”

“I’m sorry, but she’s got a job, why doesn’t she pay for her own tats?” I said softly into Karol’s chest. It occurred to me later that someone passing by right then might have thought I was insane, to say nothing about what Karol must be thinking. I glanced up nervously, but she only stared back with her big green eyes and a cute little smile on her lips, bouncing her chest slightly as she toyed with her buttons. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned that I was talking to her tattoo.

“You think they pay her CEO wages? She’s a receptionist! Help a girl out, huh?”

My hand drifted over the bulge in my pocket where my wallet was. I could feel my balls tingling, swelling up with my horny ‘deposits’.

“But…I worked hard for this…and…and…”

“C’mon dummy! Don’t you want to see me bright and colorful?” She spread her wings across the canvas of Karol’s chest. “Think of how eye-catching and pretty I’ll be. You’ll have all the excuse you need to eye-hump this luscious cleavage.”

She spread her arms across Karol’s breast, squeezing and groping like she was on a gorgeous boob-shaped waterbed. God, I was raging hard. I hoped Karol didn’t notice.

“C’mon, Pete,” Karol said in a teasing, cooing voice. “Don’t make me beg here.”

I nearly popped a blood vessel when Karol knelt down, positioning her torso between my legs, her incredible tits just an inch from my crotch.

“Pleeeease, Peeete…” Kitty whined. “I know you’re eager to make a nice cash withdrawal.”

The words nearly made me cum right there. Images of my cock disappearing between two big, creamy breasts invaded my mind.

“Just a small donation,” Karol pleaded, her hands gently tracing my thighs over my slacks.

“Your ball bank is so full, so pent up. You can afford to splurge,” Kitty said. I stared pop-eyed at the tattoo fairy as she bent over, spilling her tiny fairy tits out of her pixie dress as she ran her hands over her long slender legs.

“Time to make a nice, big, cash withdrawal,” she teased in a sing-song voice. I followed her leg down to her foot and then an inch lower to see Karol’s exposed nipple staring me in the face, commanding my attention like a laser beam.

“Listen to you cum accountant, Pete.”

I don’t know who spoke, but the next thing I knew my hands flew to my wallet and tore it open. I yelped in pleasure as I started throwing every bill in my wallet out into the air, completely out of control. I just kept spraying more and more money onto Karol and her Titty Fairy, my mind flooded with orgasmic pleasure.

Karol laughed and gathered the pile of twenties and slathered them all over her cleavage and tits. Kitty was cheering and clapping from under the shower of money.

“Atta boy!! Ding, Ding! Bling, Bling!! What a nice, big wad!”

My wallet eventually emptied out and I sat back, lost in a glow of abject satisfaction and a feeling of drowsy surrender. Karol stacked up the bills and tucked them neatly into her cleavage.

“Thank you so much, Pete!” She said with a wink as she buttoned up her shirt again. “I think the Titty Fairy fund just reached its goal. Really appreciate it.”

She leaned over me, holding onto the armrests of my chair and leaning her face over my slumped form. She grinned smugly at me with a greedy twinkle in her eye.

“I think you’re going to be very useful to me from now on. All thanks to my Titty Fairy, right?”

My eyes rolled down to Kitty who stared back, smirking and winking at me.

“Mmmm…I think you’re going to have some very nice dreams tonight,” Karol said knowingly. I didn’t care what she was talking about, my brain was still floating in a hazy post-nut afterglow.

“Time to sleep now, Pete. Sleep and forget.”

SNAP!

Karol and I started our relationship by the end of the week. At least, I think we were in a relationship. I don’t remember us going on many dates. Not one, actually. But we were seeing a lot more of each other at work.

Two days after she had asked me for a donation for her Titty Fairy fund, Karol came into the office wearing a shirt far more revealing than prescribed by the company dress code. Most of our co-workers didn’t really mind and some of the more uptight managers, like Jeffers or Ramirez, waved it off as harmless enthusiasm for her new tattoo.

“What do you think, Pete?” she asked, strutting into my cubicle just before lunch again.

I glanced down, more than happy to admire the stunning display of shimmering purple, acid green, and gold highlights that colored in her boob fairy.

“It’s incredible!” I said, gawking. “Not that your chest wasn’t easy on the eyes before.”

Karol giggled and blew me a playful kiss. I felt a jolt run through my cock.

“It is nice, isn’t it?” She said, hefting up her boob, slowly moving it around in lazy circles.

“Yeah…really eye-catching…” I mumbled.

Her freshly colored tattoo began to move and Kitty turned to me with a smile.

“Eye-catching?!” The fairy shouted. “It’s positively mesmerizing, I mean both the art and the canvas, don’t you agree?”

“…yyeesss…”I said softly.

“You know what would be nice? If you took Karol out to lunch to celebrate her new tat!” Kitty suggested.

“Hey, you know what would be nice?” I said chipperly to Karol. “If I took you out to lunch to celebrate your new tat.”

Karol’s eyes lit up. “How could I resist?” she said.