He left his boss’ office having just received the greatest blowjob of his life. Not because of how good it felt to be sucked and serviced whole-heartedly, although it had felt fucking good, but because at the end of it, Josh had the privilege of cumming in the high and mighty Paris Shaw’s mouth.

He came a lot. Even so, she didn't dare move her nose off his pelvis until his cock stopped pulsating. After, she opened wide and stuck out her tongue as far as it would go to prove that she swallowed every rope of his release.

Deftly, she stood and tied her dress around her neck. “Oh Joshua, you taste as incredible as I thought you would.”

It was nearly enough to get him hard all over again, but Josh didn’t want to push his luck. He was already on thin ice thanks to his pesky co-worker Tania. On the way back to his desk, he stopped at hers.

“The Levinson account is yours.” He said to Tania.

“Really??”

“It took some convincing, but I held firm that you’re the best person for the job.”

In truth, Josh was essentially in charge of the whole department. Thanks to Paris’ horny and overwhelmed headspace, she would let him do whatever he pleased in her domain. But that had to remain a secret. 

“How gracious of you.” Tania said dryly. “It’s not like we both already didn't know that.”

“I did what you asked. Are you happy or not?”

“Don't act like you did me a favor, asshole. The only reason you took that assignment off me in the first place is that, for some incomprehensible reason, Paris Shaw is...” Tania stopped to check her surroundings with two sharp whips of her head. “Fucking you.” She mouthed silently.

Josh kept his expression stony. The irony was that Paris wasn't fucking him. Not yet. But she would be soon, after just a little more time with Mindshaper.

Tania continued at her haughty register. “Which disgusts me, by the way. So no. I don't think I'm happy yet. In fact, I’m thinking you convince her to give me that vacant corner office. The one that Ryan had before he left. And if you don't, we can find out if Sherry at HR is as disgusted by the two of you as I am.”

The nerve.

The absolute fucking nerve. Tania was lucky that Josh could afford only one Mindshaper license. What he wouldn't give to grab those luscious blonde curls and pull those plump, mouthy lips right over his cock. With those legs and that ass, Tania would wear a mini-skirt and a submissive personality well.

“Well?” She said.

Those dreams could hold off for the future, when he had Paris well and handled. Access to the company books was just the start. Now he had to actually embezzle, and that would be all the harder with undue attention on him. He had to take this slow.

“I'll talk to her.” Josh said through gritted teeth. “I’ll get you that office.”

But as long as he kept getting his dick sucked by Paris the way he did this morning, Josh could be very patient indeed.

***

“Wow, Mom. You look sexy today!” Elise said.

There was no other word for it. Sandra wore grey tights that vanished under a form-fitting white dress. It was low-cut, low enough that the red lace of her bra peaked out beneath the hemline. Despite how chilly her Mom kept the house, her sleeves ended at her shoulders.

Her nails were freshly done in a glossy red. So that’s where her Mother went after work yesterday. The nail salon! 

Elise wasn’t too surprised. Sandra had been trending this way for the past couple days. Elise noticed when Sandra first changed from her typical ratty loungewear to a turtleneck and flared slacks for the day’s work. And then the next day, when she did her hair in a braided up-do and traded the sweater for a dressy silk top with no sleeves.

But today was a new level entirely. Her Mom wore slightly elevated pumps, and her stocking hewn feet fit delicately in them. She accentuated her look with lip gloss and mascara.

“Thanks, Elise.” Her Mom said. “I’m so glad to hear that. I felt a little silly in all this. But I thought, would it kill me to dress a little sexy for work? Just because I work from home doesn’t mean I can’t look nice.”

Just a silly girl.

“You’re not silly at all! You look lovely.”

Sandra smiled and pulled a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She must have gotten that done, too, because her normally flat color now rippled with highlights. “I feel lovely. And, I must say, you do as well. Except, you’re not going out in that, are you?”

Elise was dressed to the nines for the coming day. Sandra may look sexy, but Elise looked positively slutty. She wore a white mini-skirt high on her waist and periwinkle knee-high socks with heeled pumps. Up top, wore only a push-up bra, a white one with blue trim, and it shaped her boobs into perfect orbs.

“Of course not!” Elise said. “I’m wearing this, too!” She slipped on the pièce de résistance, a periwinkle blazer over her naked shoulders. Leaving it hanging open, it framed the center band of her bra and all of its trimmed lacy details. And it left just the teasing glance of her cups, too. It was a playfully slutty ensemble with just the perfect amount of professionalism.

With what was in store today, she would need the confidence.

“Oh, Mom. I forgot to tell you! I got a, uhm, promotion at work.”

“What!! That’s amazing, honey!!”

Her Mom pulled her into a hug. Elise’s nose fell into a cloud of sweet perfume at Sandra’s neck. It smelled nice, like exactly the kind of aroma Joshua Dutton would love. Elise smiled proudly. She started wearing something similar days ago. 

“My boss got a new job.” Elise said. “It was kind of sudden, so I think I’m the head of IT now? I mean, there’s no one else to do it…”

The whole thing was more than sudden, actually. After her interview, Wheaten Dynamics arranged a flight for Bridget immediately. She flew across the country that night with no idea of what her new job entailed. Regardless, Bridget was so excited to start that the only housekeeping she did before quitting was pass a message upwards that Elise would have to be the acting Department head.

“I have a meeting with HR this morning to discuss it.” Elise added. 

“Fantastic, Elise!” Sandra said. “I’m just giddy that things are working out there! Are you going to be doing more of that coding stuff now?”

Elise laughed. “No, Mom.”

She didn’t know what she’d be doing. The prospect of running the department overwhelmed her, and whenever she came close to picturing the coming days at work, her head filled with frazzled panic.

I’m just a silly girl. I can’t do this job on my own. I need a MAN to help me. I need Joshua Dutton to do everything for me.

But Elise didn’t have time to dwell on how out of her depth she was. This was an opportunity. Even a silly girl like her could see that. With the higher pay, she might finally be able to move out. And if she had her own place…

Joshua Dutton should have keys to my house. Joshua Dutton should have unfettered access to my life.

“Hey, hun? Before you go to your big new job, can you take a looksie at my computer?” Sandra asked. 

“Why? Is something wrong?” Elise’s thoughts turned to Mindshaper, which she selfishly installed on her Mother’s computer a few days before. Was the software acting up? Or even worse, did her Mom want it removed entirely?

Sandra pulled her dress lower to uncover more of her pushed-up cleavage. With half of her lingerie cups now rising above the chest line, Sandra bit the tip of her finger coyly. “Can you set up my webcam?” She asked. “I’m just dying to start using it in meetings.”

***

Thanks to her Mom’s request, Elise was late to work. Setting up the webcam had been easy, but pulling herself away from the spiraling colors on the computer was anything but. 

It wasn’t entirely Mindshaper’s fault. While on the computer Elise stumbled upon her Mom’s search history, which was a rabbit hole in its own right. As the words pulsed with color and movement, Elise scrolled through her mother’s searches. First with idle curiosity, then with tense nerves.

“Is it normal to invent a fictional crush?”

“How to look sexy?”

“Is it normal to fantasize about a fake person?”

“Sexy vs slutty?”

“Lingerie brands”

“Dreaming about fake man”

But the item that caught Elise’s attention the most was a singular search for “Joshua Dutton.”

What in the world…?

The name that so dominated Elise’s dreams and fantasies was now burned plain as day in her mother’s search history. It even swayed heavier than the rest of the words, rippling with color and popping out of the screen like 3D.

Where had her mother gotten that name from? And why was she searching for it?

Elise followed the search to see what her mother would have found, but Joshua Dutton had no internet presence to speak of, not even a professional page. As far as Elise’s Mom was concerned, the man probably didn’t exist at all.

Sitting there with Joshua Dutton’s name popping out in front of her, Elise felt her body’s natural response kick into gear. Her kitty only purred for him after all, and when it did, it was a needy little puss.

I need a MAN, Elise thought with rising lust. I need Joshua Dutton. But she couldn’t very well masturbate here in her Mom’s office. That was horribly inappropriate. No, her release would have to wait until she got to work. But there, she simply MUST play with herself. And thanks to her newfound privacy in the IT annex, she could do it as long as she pleased. 

It was exactly the motivation Elise needed to pull herself away from her Mom’s computer and get her tardy self to work. Unfortunately, she had something else to attend to first when she got there.

“I’m SO sorry I’m late, Sherry.” Elise said when she entered the HR office.

She held her clutch in her lap when she sat. Nervously, she tapped her glistening nails on the leather casing.

“No problem, hon.” Sherry said. “I’m a little behind too.”

The HR woman had a mane of ginger hair and a kindly round face. Elise always used to think Sherry had an easy style about her, but now the IT girl only saw wasted opportunity. Though a little bit heavier, Sherry’s weight facilitated a curvaceous form that begged to be wrapped in something tight and shiny. Instead she hid her buxom figure in a loose plain tee tucked into high-waisted mom jeans. 

Sherry straightened some papers and gave Elise her attention. “So… This is very unusual. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. And unfortunately, I only have a few answers. To start, with Bridget’s sudden vacancy, I’m afraid you must act as head of IT until we backfill her position.”

“Uhm. Okay.” Just like that, it felt real. Elise was in charge.

I’m just a silly girl. I can’t handle all this responsibility. I can’t run my department on my own.

“We hope it won't be for long. Maybe two weeks at the most. In the meantime, we are prepared to give you a one-time bonus as compensation for the added burden. If things go on longer than that, we can discuss the options.”

Elise could barely process what Sherry was telling her. Her blood pumped with nervous energy, and meanwhile her sex pulsed in need of attention. The overwhelming stress only seemed to make her hornier, demanding that she retreat to the safety of her hot, hot fantasies.

I wanna be a whore for Joshua Dutton.

It made sense, didn’t it? Women with heavy responsibilities often craved submissive roles in the bedroom.  And Elise had the entire Accounting— or— Wait. Which Department? 

“Elise?”

Sherry had stopped rambling some time ago now gave her a look of concern.

“Oh. Uhm. Yes, that all sounds good, thank you.” Elise said. She loosened her grip on her clutch which she had been squeezing much too tightly.

Sherry smiled assuringly. “You’ll be fine, sweetie. Just keep things running as they are. As long as there’s no dire emergencies, it’ll be okay.”

Sherry’s fingers danced across the keys of her computer. “I'm putting all this info in a package that I’ll CC you on. If you have questions you can stop by any time. We will keep you appraised of the candidates when the time comes.”

Sherry paused. Her eyes dropped to Elise’s body, and she frowned. “But one last thing. I find it prudent to remind you that how you present yourself at the office is important. Especially given your new position. In the future, might we please consider professional standards?”

Elise turned beet red. The meaning of the admonishment was clear, though it was the last thing she expected to hear. What exactly was inappropriate about her bra and skirt? She was wearing a blazer and everything!

“Yes, ma’am.” Elise whispered. Defeated, she buttoned up the blazer over her bra and departed. But she didn’t leave soon enough. Before she closed the door behind her, she caught the sound of Sherry letting forth a deep sigh.

“Kids these days…”

It was that final comment that left such a horribly sour taste in Elise’s mouth. The meeting had been bad, but it wasn't until Sherry’s condesension creeped in that Elise realized what this was all about.

She thinks I'm incompetent, She thought upon entering the IT annex. How dare she!!

What did that frumpy woman know about fashion anyway? Sherry was a walking disaster. And to suggest that Elise was some kind of inexperienced child just because she was young and hot! Meanwhile, Paris Shaw was twice as hot as Elise, and with a sense of slutty style to match, but Sherry wasn’t questioning her abilities.

She doesn’t think I can do it.

Sherry had no faith in Elise at all. Didn’t she know how much work Elise did around here? It’s not like Bridget was the sole person holding IT together. It was Elise that kept Paris Shaw, such an important figure at the company, happy! And after all that, she was only getting some dinky bonus. Then there’d be a new head of IT and Elise would be right back to the dead-end position she was in before.

As overwhelming as it was, and as much as it made her feel like a silly, horny girl, Elise WANTED this role. But to get it she would have to prove herself. She needed to bring something to the table that not even Bridget could offer.

Elise knew exactly what that wonderful thing could be. From her desk, she rummaged out the USB drive that contained mndshpr.exe and raced back to Sherry’s office.

She’d have to shell out for another license, but so what? It’s not like Bridget is around to contest these charges, Elise thought with rising excitement. I’m the acting Department head. I control the card.

Besides, Sherry was going to love this.

She knocked on the door as she opened it. “Hi, Sherry? It’s me again. Gosh, there’s so much going on that I completely forgot I had an update I needed to push through to your computer. Is now a good time?”

***

When Elise arrived home after the day’s work, she carried the satisfied throb of countless rolling orgasms. She hadn’t intended on masturbating for the rest of the day, but the hours had flown right by, especially after she licensed Mindshaper for her own computer in the annex.

Two more licenses was quite the expense, but so what? She controlled the department budget now. Mindshaper was an absolute must. She would make it fit the budget even if she had to cancel a dozen other subscriptions to cybersecurity, cloud storage, and infrastructure services to make it happen.

Sherry would agree with that assessment eventually. For now, the HR woman regarded her new chromatic operating system with some skepticism. She found its sounds and visuals “distracting.”

”Are you sure this is necessary?” She asked when she saw it for the first time. “I can barely tell what’s going on.”

Maybe it was because, when Elise purchased the additional licenses, she opted to upgrade the entire account to “Premium Efficiency.” It cost the her a pretty penny, but the vague text assured Elise that with it, Mindshaper would work better and faster than the base algorithm. 

As far as Elise could tell, it did. The new model amplified her favorite effects threefold, turning the already spectacular images into fully dimensional worlds. Viewing Mindshaper screens now felt like falling into cyberspace, and though Elise was thrilled to discover this new dimension, she could see how it was a bit much for a first-time user.

But Sherry would come around. Everyone who used it did. Speaking of…

“Mom?”

Looking for her Mother, Elise walked with clicking heels along the kitchen tile and discarded her blazer along the way. It felt nice to get that thing off of her. For all her effort to remain professional, she’d gotten yelled at anyway. The problem was, she hadn’t dressed womanly enough. Sherry mistook her for some inexperienced girl. Elise needed to call MORE attention to her identity as a woman. Her lips and mouth. Her hips and ass. Her tits and tummy.

Tomorrow, she would do better. Tomorrow, she would look like a proper whore whose face was made for painting with cum.

Elise winced. Those dirty intrusive thoughts were getting increasingly common. Maybe she was watching a little too much porn, because oh Heavens, why in the world was she thinking about kneeling, looking up, and opening her mouth for someone’s load? That was such a horribly degrading position to be in, and Elise was supposed to be in charge now. But as humiliating as being covered with the stuff would be, the feeling still nagged at Elise that she would probably love the taste of Joshua’s.

Oh, who was she kidding? She would do anything to taste it. 

Elise poked her head into the office. “You in here, Mom?”

Bathed in rainbow light, Sandra clicked away. Clicky. Click. Clicky.

Scant, shimmering clothing littered her screen, swirling in a three-dimensional tornado that only the upgraded Mindshaper could have conjured. Elise was amazed that even the home computer was able to automatically switch to Premium Efficiency without even a system reboot.

She was glad to see her mother enjoying it. As items crossed the foreground, Sandra would add the hottest ones to a cart. A stringy thong. Click. A pleated, silver mini-skirt. Click. A narrow banded tube top in candy cane red and white. Clicky click click. A crop-top blouse with a window over the tits. Clicky click.

Sandra was setting her credit card on fire, but Elise couldn't blame her. These clothes were SO hot and slutty. Whorish, even. She hoped her Mom would let her borrow some when they arrived, because she noted a pair of fishnet stockings that looked absolutely delicious.

It wasn't the spending that alarmed Elise. It was the fact that as her Mother browsed, she was petting her panties with steady caresses of her fingertips. And under her breath, Sandra was moaning.

“Uhm, sorry!” Elise squeaked.

Sandra didn't react. She just kept staring, lovingly and longingly, into the color-changing computer screen. Clicking. Buying. Stroking. 

From the way her pink panties had darkened into a deep rose, Elise’s Mom had been at this for quite awhile. Yep, the poor woman had teased herself to oblivion. Her wet arousal stuck to her fingers through the saturated cloth, coming off in thick webs of lust.

Elise froze in panic and horror. She didn't know what to do. Sure, she had once indulged in this same sordid activity in tandem with Paris Shaw, but that was different. That was at work, where it was perfectly natural to want to do such things. This was at home, dead center in the office.

Amidst the windows of shopping carts, a spreadsheet floated by, and like a disco ball it lit up the screen. This was Mom’s work, Elise realized when she noticed it. Sandra worked from home.

That thought made Elise feel a lot better about the whole thing. Her Mom had probably been burning off steam near the end of her workday before deciding she simply MUST play with herself at work. All women did it. Just forty minutes ago, Elise nearly went over-time herself rubbing one out to a lovely video about a horny little intern and her Big Important Boss.

When fantasizing about submitting to Joshua Dutton, it was so easy to lose track of the hours.

Silly girls masturbate at work while Joshua Dutton handles all the real business.

“Here, Mom. Try this...” Elise whispered.

Tenderly, she lifted her Mom’s wrist and guided her sticky fingers under the thin elastic band of her french cut panties.

“Ahhhnn!” Her Mom’s fingers made contact with the flesh inside. Her sex received them with a wet squelch, and in no time Sandra pushed them deeper to thrust with dire urgency.

“Hahh! Aahh!!”

Elise’s mollified Mom was in no position to operate the mouse now. She simply watched the computer tabs float by with her fingers plunged far under her panties. Her open mouth curled into a sanguine smile.

“There you go.” Elise said gently. Leaning over the desk, Elise pulled up the same video she had been watching earlier.

”I’m SO sorry, Mr. Johnson!” The teenaged intern said when she spilled coffee all over her boss’ desk. She had on just the cutest skirt that rode up her ass when she bent the right way. Elise liked the look and thought of which panties she’d flash first that way. “It’s my FIRST day. You’re not gonna PUNISH me, are you??”

“You enjoy, now, Mommy.” Elise said. She left her Mother to finish herself off properly. From the slick and feverish sound of things, it wasn’t likely to take long.

***

He broke out the books for the first time that evening.

They were still physical. Heavy leather bound tomes full of handwritten ledgers dating back years. It was a lot to make sense of, but he had to start somewhere.

Thankfully, Paris was more than happy to stay late and keep him company.

“Mmphh— SLURP— Mwaahh— SHLLOPP— Ooohhh…”

Even after this morning’s blowjob, he could hardly believe her eagerness to repeat the performance. But the moment he stepped into her office at the end of the day it was clear that she was downright jumpy for it. So as he worked at finding a way to enrich himself, she sucked and slurped beneath his desk like a woman possessed.

His cell phone rang with an unlisted number that he had to PICK UP PICK UP PICK UP.

Josh picked up. “Hello?” He said, suddenly realizing that he’d picked up. Why did he do that for a number he didn’t recognize?

“Good evening. Is this Joshua Dutton?”

“Yes, who is speaking?”

“I apologize. I’m afraid I’m going to need your identity authentication password, please.”

A chime rang along with the voice, and at that, a string of characters spilled from Josh's lips. Though he didn't even recognize the password, he spoke it mechanically and well-practiced. “A56D23X001.” He said. "Wait. How did I know that?"

“Nevermind that. Just company protocol." The voice answered. "This is Delany Crawford from Wheaton Dynamics. I’m calling to discuss your satisfaction with the Mindshaper program so far. Is now a good time?”

Josh glanced down at Paris’ mouth on his cock. She met his gaze with eager, crystal blue eyes. “Sure. Why not?” Josh said.

“Okay then. So far, does the subject’s behavior align with your expected results?”

SHLLUURRRP!! Paris did a thing with a flood of saliva that nearly made Josh bust. He grimaced and steadied himself with the desk. “I’d-- unh-- say so.”

“That’s great. As you know, your commands are entirely encrypted as to give you your deserved privacy. We cannot see exactly what you are using our software for. However, I would like to ask if you've encountered any unforeseen consequences whilst running the program?”

Now that she had his hips bucking, Paris wasn’t slowing down. Josh had no one else to blame but himself. It was possible he made her love the taste of his cum too much. “No, no. It’s all been good.” Josh said in a hurry.

“I see. It’s just that we’ve noticed that you purchased additional licenses, and at Premium Efficiency—“

“Oh, shit— Urghh! You know what? I— Ngh!— Have to go. Thank you very much for checking in.”

Josh hung up the phone, dug both of his hands into Paris’ hair, and came so forcefully into her mouth that the strange phone call vanished from his thoughts entirely. 

***

It just so happened that as Paris Shaw was blissfully swallowing Joshua Dutton’s orgasm, Elise Blake was tossing and turning in bed craving that very thing. 

What is wrong with me? She thought. Why do I want to TASTE it so bad? 

She was pretty sure these feelings were concerningly uncharacteristic. Was her crush on Joshua Dutton, or whatever it was, THAT strong as to kickstart a sexual metamorphis? If she thought about it for longer than a second, it simply didn’t make any sense.

But thinking didn’t come easy anymore. Not with her kitty purring insistently every time Joshua was in her thoughts. And what was with this coy “kitty” thing? Weren’t there other, more clinical words for her slit? Like… Like flower. Or honeypot. Or a— Twat?

She couldn’t find the word. Why couldn’t she find the word?? Elise buried herself in a pillow and pulled her knees up to her chest, her sugar box throbbing between her legs. If she could get Joshua Dutton out of her head for one minute, she could remember the normal word for it. She knew she could! 

There was a fat chance of that. She was obsessed with him. Obsessed with Joshua Dutton. When she closed her eyes she saw him, the dark and imposing blur that she so loved. He stood amidst a swirling rainbow pool that reminded Elise her computer. Elise was obsessed with that, too, though there was hardly anything to be concerned about there. Mindshaper, at least, made total sense to be obsessed with. It was so pretty!

To fall asleep, Elise pushed past the dark blur and focused on the holographic afterimages that were burned into her memory. Spiral. Shimmer. Twinkle. So pretty. Swirly. Ripple. Glitter. So nice. 

Drifting, Elise searched for the word she was trying to think of. She thought it started with a “V,” but all she could think of was her velvet glove, and that couldn’t be right, could it?

More phrases and vocabulary drifted into Elise’s head, or rather they floated out from deep in her subconscious, and they were all so silly and girlish and coy. There were words for all sorts of things in that head of hers, not just for her kitty, and as they washed over her, Elise lost track of which were natural to say and which were not.

Then, once she finally stopped trying to find it, the word she had been so desperately reaching for found her. Pussy! Elise thought suddenly. My PUSSY. THAT’S the basic word for my snatch. It wasn’t quite so academic as she remembered, but it was definitely the word, because it had the same frisky feline theming as kitty.

Relieved that she wasn’t forgetting things after all, Elise dropped hard into her slumber, her wet pussy throbbing happily away as her dreams SWIRLED. SHIMMERED. SPIRALED.  

***

In the end Elise slept like a baby, which was just delightful because the following day was very busy indeed. It started with a conversation with her mother.

“Elise. About yesterday." Sandra said tepidly. "Did you happen to, um, come home while I was still in the office?”

Elise blew on her nails which glittered with a fresh coat of Skyline Shimmer Blue.

“Well sure, Mom. Don't you remember?”

A self-conscious flush shone beneath Sandra’s layers of foundation and concealer. She wore another scorcher of an outfit consisting of a neck-slip dress with a transparent lace heart over the bust. The lavender silk hung loosely around her hosieried thighs, and the color matched her dangling amethyst earrings.

She twisted them nervously.

“Sort of? I'm sorry. I was... distracted. But I thought I remembered your voice. Except I think I was-- Uhm...”

“It's okay Mom. You can say it. You were petting the kitty.” Elise giggled. The kitty euphanism was really starting to tickle her. She couldn't remember why she had resisted using it. And it was the perfect way to launder naughty subject matter for a conversation with her Mother! 

Sandra wasn’t so amused. She put her head in her hands. “Oh God.. Elise, I'm so embarrassed. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry you had to see that.”

“Don't be embarrassed. I don't mind. You were working and got a tad worked up, right? It happens to all of us. Especially when we’re overwhelmed.”

Sandra blinked. She nibbled on a finger in thought. “It does...?”

“Sure it does.” Elise said. “Just yesterday I spent God knows how long playing with myself. I mean with the new promotion and all... Good heavens! What’s a girl to do but get frisky?”

“Oh.” Sandra said in a small voice. "I guess I HAVE been a little stressed out at work. I'm just so overwhelmed these days. As good as I am at my job, I sometimes still feel like I’m just a girl...”

And I need a MAN.

“Mother, you are just a girl. But that's okay! You’ll do yourself no good worrying about it.”

Sandra's eyes lost focus. "No good worrying..."

"When your kitty purrs, you simply MUST play with it!" Elise said. "Even at work."

"My... Kitty..." Sandra whispered. "My kitty. My kitty." She giggled, then covered her mouth. "She has been a playful little Devil of late. My clitty-- I mean kitty— Just won’t stop nagging at me. I thought something was wrong with me."

"Oh Mother, of course not!" Elise said.

After years of relying on her Mom’s support, Elise relished the opportunity to dispense wisdom back. They shared in a close hug, their bracelets jangling around each other’s necks and their butts wagging behind them. Before parting, they each enjoyed big whiffs of each other's perfumes.

Elise’s Mom looked like a huge weight had been lifted. She let out a big breath and laughed.

“Come to think of it, it’s dawn and I’m just so wet already.” Sandra admitted. “My motor is positively revving. I really ought to go take care of that before my first meeting. Have a wonderful day at work, love! You look tasty, by the way.” 

Elise smiled proudly. After Sandra’s previous concern about her daughter’s daring outfits, it felt good to finally have her approval. And why wouldn’t she approve? Elise looked HOT. 

She wore a new see-through blouse that felt like air on her skin. The chiffon was so sheer that it was her white lace bra, whose scallop-edged trim plunged below her cleavage, that felt like the real top. Her blouse was tucked into a blue side-slit micro-skirt, transitioned into sheer blue tights snug on Elise’s hips. But it was the boots, tall white knee-highs on appropriately high heels, that pulled the whole ensemble together.

She looked absolutely delectable. And if men were to know that Elise was wearing no panties at all under her stretched-thin tights, they’d be likely to want to eat her all the more.

Upon arriving at work, she strode vivaciously through the halls, aware that any one of the many male admirers along the way could be Joshua Dutton himself. Joshua Dutton makes me SO wet. I worship Joshua Dutton. I’m obsessed with Joshua Dutton.

“Knock knock!” Elise called when she walked into HR.

There was Sherry, clicking away at something or other on her computer. Elise thought it so silly that this woman had so much work to do. Why did the company need such a stuffy prude policing everyone's fun, anyway?

The good news was that Sherry was awash in rainbow light, and from the awed expression on her face, she seemed quite taken by it.

Clicky. Click. Shimmer.

“Sherry?”

The motherly redhead jolted. “Huuh? Oh. Elise, hi. I didn’t notice you come in. What’s up?”

“How is your computer running? No issues, I hope?”

“None at all.” Sherry said. “Work has been going fine. Just this morning I’ve already— Well. Oh. It looks like I composed half an e-mail since I arrived an hour ago.”

Sherry tapped a few buttons on the keyboard. On the page, a handful of letters dropped from the top of the screen and landed in a pile among the rest with glittery sparks.

“But I was focused the whole time! Normally I have a hard time getting started in the morning. I must admit that the update is ever so luscious—” Sherry winced at her own flowery choice of words. “I mean— It’s cool.” She corrected. “I’m saying I like it. I’m saying—”

Sherry’s chest heaved as she could no longer contain her excitement. “Ooh, Elise it’s just lovely!”

Elise beamed. Beneath her skirt, the IT girl’s excitable pussy throbbed. For some reason she felt that Joshua Dutton would be proud of her.

“I'm delighted to hear it.” Elise said. Then, not so subtly, she added, “It’s a good thing I took the wheel from Bridget after all. Bridget wanted to cancel our licenses.” 

Sherry’s face turned thoughtful. “Really...? Huh. Why ever would she do that?”

“I’ve no idea.” Elise said. “But the whole thing was my idea. I suspect she felt threatened by my. Who knows.” Elise bit a fingertip and smiled. “I’ll let you get back to that e-mail, then! Try dragging the letters with the cursor, that helps keep them in place.”

Before walking out, Elise gave the HR woman another once-over. The curvy redhead chose a much more flattering outfit today. She wore a plunging, form-fitting blouse of light pink and black hip-hugging slacks. An elegant gold necklace rested on her tits and satin gloss made her lips creamy and luminous.

“Oh, and Sherry? You look pretty today.”

Sherry smiled. She popped open another button on her shirt so that her ample cleavage spilled just a touch further.

“Thanks, dear. I just thought, would it kill me to dress more womanly at work?”

***

Elise had a ticket from Paris Shaw waiting for her in the IT annex.

It was a shame. She had been looking very much forward to queuing up some spicy videos and pleasuring herself to the iridescent debauchery. But Paris was much more important, so Elise smoothed out her micro-skirt and journeyed to the woman’s office.

She found Paris leaning towards a mirror with her ass out far behind her, putting the finishing touches of her make-up on. “Oh, Elise, it’s so lovely to see you. You look delicious, Baby.”

Elise squirmed in her spot. “Mmm, thanks, Baby-- I mean Paris.”

Her head was filled with musical layers of “Unh! Unh! Unh!” Elise glanced to the monitor where a video played of a woman getting fucked on a sparsely decorated office desk. She was on all fours, so her dangling stilettoed feet bounced with every thrust from the broad man behind her.

“Computer troubles?” Elise asked, though nothing looked wrong with it. The video played at a hyper-lifelike 120 frames per second and seemed to grow closer, closer, closer and closer as if through never ending zoom.

“No, no. Nothing like that. Once again I need your trusted eye for womanly matters.” Paris dropped behind her desk then popped up with two pairs of stockings. “Thoughts?”

“Hmm...”

The first set was sheer and dark. The stockings had opaque black vertical stripes running to broad lace rings around the thighs. The second set was white with the crisscrossing vines sprawling over them, and they were topped with pink bows.

“They're both sooo hot!” Elise said.

She compared them to the rest of Paris’ ensemble. The Senior Manger wore a delightfully naughty sleeveless bodice. Underneath the white netting she wore no bra, so her pink nipples peered tauntingly through the intricate gaps of the lace. The curve-hugging top was tucked tightly at the waist into a grey wraparound mini-skirt where beneath, garter straps dangled waiting.

“The stripes in the black pair will draw the eye right up to your sugarpot.” Elise pointed to Paris’ crotch. “Meanwhile the bows in the white pair bring to mind the idea of a present waiting to be unwrapped. Is this outfit for something special?”

“Yes, it is. You see, me and my junior accountant. We’ve started something of a relationship.” Paris said casually. 

Elise’s heart dropped. “You and Joshua.”

“Mmhhm. I simply couldn't deny my feelings for him any longer. He’s the sexiest and most amazing man at the company. And I’m obsessed with him. It's only natural.”

“Of course.” Elise said quietly.

“I'm simply moony for him. I give him the most incredible blowjobs, and I know he loves him because he cums mouthfuls. But… and forgive my crudeness, I’m starting to crave more. Do you understand?”

I’m a whore for Joshua Dutton. I crave Joshua Dutton’s cock inside of me. I simply MUST submit to Joshua Dutton wholeheartedly.

“Of course I understand.” Elise said sadly.

She was surprised at how sad she was. All this time, she told herself she was just projecting her burgeoning sexual energy onto a tall, dark blur of a stranger with an arbitrary name. But the news that Paris was living all of Elise’s fantasies filled her with jealousy.

Paris paced back and forth, swaying her hips with every step. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful to him. I love the taste of his cum, I really do. I could suck it out of him forever.”

Elise’s chest tightened more. So it really did taste heavenly? Oh, she would do about anything to try it!

“But… How do I put this politely?” Paris said thoughtfully. Then, in a fit of emotion, she squeezed the hosiery into her fists and hugged them against her tits. “AH! I want him to plow my kitty until I just CREAM! Oh, Elise, I’m heartsick for it!”

Elise trembled. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to tell Paris to get in line. Was there a woman who didn’t want Joshua Dutton between her legs? What made Paris so worthy? She had been such a frigid bitch to Joshua after all! Elise could be nicer to him. MUCH nicer. 

Instead, Elise pushed her feelings down with one mighty sigh. “The white ones, then. Sit down.”

Elise guided Paris to the desk, where the blonde manager’s round ass pressed plush against the hard surface. Elise took the white stockings from Paris Shaw’s tight fist and dropped to her knees. From down here, Paris’ long legs loomed like pale monuments. Elise was oddly in awe of them. These were the legs that won Joshua Dutton. This was the woman that had his attention.

She slipped the stockings over Paris’ pointed toes, pulled them over her heel, then up her smooth calves and to her supple thighs. With love she clipped them to the garter so they would stay tall and smooth. Click. Clicky. Click.

From here, Elise could see up Paris’ skirt. She looked eagerly, admiring the pristinely shaved creases of Paris’ womanly pelvis, and the delicate red G-string that lay there.

The thin cloth cradled the pussy that would soon have Joshua Dutton’s cock. Envy burdened Elise’s heart at the notion. But she was a little excited, too. Paris Shaw was going to get fucked by Joshua Dutton. And if she knew what was right, she better act the utter whore while he was doing it.

“You think he’ll like these?” Paris said.

Elise straightened out the pink bows beneath Paris’ knees. “Oh, Baby, yes. Because you are the sexiest, sluttiest, most delicious dish at this office. And he needs to know what a gift you are.”

***

At the IT annex, Elise cried for five minutes before pulling herself together.

It was a strange five minutes. These days, Elise’s world was a blur of sexual mania and euphoria. Sadness fit so poorly into that equation that she couldn't sustain the alien emotion for any longer than that. Besides, any more tears would ruin her carefully applied mascara, and that made it easy to stop the flow altogether.

Elise had another, more familiar feeling to deal with. She was hopelessly wet. Because despite Elise’s jealousy, imagining Paris Shaw getting fucked by THE Joshua Dutton turned her on fiercely.

She jammed her fingers down her tights.

“Oooh, Joushua!!” She moaned. “Fuck her hard, Joshua. Fuck her-- hard!! Own her! Dominate her!!”

The computer's screensaver was a shifting mass of color. It, like all images shown through Mindshaper’s influence, was a writhing hole of delight that one could fall easily into. So Elise did. She let the soothing mass fill her mind while she pushed her fingers inside of herself.

“Fuck her...!” She moaned.

She remembered the porno that was playing in Paris’ office. The tall, slender Paris looked so similar to the blonde in the video that it was easy to imagine Paris in the whore’s place. Elise did so, picturing Paris’ legs in those white stockings dangling off the desk and a dark, handsome blur named Joshua Dutton plowing her with stolid poise.

“Fuck her--! Soo-- good!!” Elise moaned.

Then, in a flash of light, Elise took Paris’ place in the fantasy. Now it was her on the desk, her slit-cut micro-skirt hiked high up her waist and her see-through blouse strewn on the floor. Her tights were torn at the crotch. What a steamy thing for Joshua to have done! Through the tear he thrust into her shaved pussy (she would have to shave it for real!), and Elise could almost feel his cock there before the elegant blonde Paris was back in her place.

“Uuunnhh!!”

She and Paris traded that coveted position under Joshua Dutton’s skillful lovemaking until Elise could no longer keep track, and then their places overlapped. Like a human ghost trail ripped from the screens of Mindshaper, the women occupied the same spot on that desk while Joshua Dutton plowed them. Elise tried to parse who was who, but between their asses thrust outward, their heels swaying off the edge, and their manicured nails clawing against the oak surface, she could no longer distinguish between them.

“Fuck her, Joshua! AHH! Oh, Baby, screw me! Ooh, pleaaase Joshua, do her!! Do me forever!!”

***

“Oh, Baby, YES! Do me! Screw me! Oh, FUCK me forever!!” Paris Shaw cried under him.

Josh didn't know why he was so surprised. So far, Paris had done every single thing he programmed her to do. But he still couldn't allow himself to believe that Paris would ever debase herself like this.

At least, not until he opened the door to her office and she threw herself at him in that babydoll, office slut getup with the bows and the lace and the garters and the mini-skirt.

”Unngh!” Trying not to cum yet, Josh gripped her slender waistline where the red garter belt wrapped snugly. “Is this what you wanted??” He groaned as he slid in and out of her.

“Oooh, JOSHY!” She gasped. “YES! YES! Always, YES!” From the desk her dangling legs, clad in those devilish white stockings with the pink bows, kicked in so much joy that one stiletto dropped loose from her toes.

It was a rhetorical question. She had made her wants very clear between hungry kisses when she greeted him after work. “Oh Joshua, I just LOVE sucking your cock. Mwah. But. Mwah. Can’t we do MORE? Mwah. Oh, Joshy I am EVER so NEEDFUL for you.”

Fuck. If he had known she was ready for this step he would have done this three times already. The thrill at taking the perennial bitch Paris Shaw from behind was almost greater than the physical sensations that came with it.

And the physical sensations were unreal. She squeezed his cock as he filled her, returning her appreciation with rhythmic flexes of her pussy every time he bottomed out. Josh couldn't last much longer. Tempting fate, he spread her supple rear to leer upon her precious asshole while it pulsated from the pleasure of his pounding.

Now that was too hot to handle. “Ooh, fuck, I'm gonna—!”

Needing no further cues, Paris clambered off the desk and fell to her knees beneath his cock. If it were up to him, he would have slowed down, recovered, then continued to indulge in the soft warm delights inside of her. But then from the floor she looked up and stuck out her tongue in the lewdest, most subservient fashion she could muster and squeezed her tits together with it.

The image was too much to behold. In the throes of release, spraying his load upon in streaks over her eyes and tongue and cheeks and tits, he finally became certain that Paris Shaw’s conditioning was complete.

“Mmm, that was INCREDIBLE, Joshy Baby.” She gushed afterwards, scooping a strand of jism off her face and sucking it lovingly into her mouth. It never got old to see her eat his cum. It was one thing to write subliminals suggesting he had tasy jizz. It was another thing entirely to see a proud woman live that truth. “For that performance, I think you deserve a reward.”

She teetered on her stilettos to the clutch that hung from her desk chair. Josh leaned back on his elbows and admired her naked ass, still flushed from sexual heat, as she bent at the knees. “That wasn’t my reward?” He said of pornographic money shot she just composed for him. 

“This.” She swung around and dangled a silver key between her fingers. “A key to my house, Baby. Me, ALL of me, is yours. Anytime. Anywhere.”

She kissed the key and put it in his hands. “For all your help here at the office. You deserve it, Joshy.”