Career Opportunities Part One
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Career Moves
By Trisha
Robert could barely stand to take his hand off of Samantha's ass for the two
seconds it took to press the elevator button for the thirtieth floor. She had
to have been one the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on. Every
feature to her was perfect: curly platinum hair, doe eyes, a fuck-me mouth,
gigantic tits, and a round, firm ass that Robert's hands seemed to have an
attraction for all of their own. What's more, her enthusiasm for him was no
less than that which he showed her. They were all over each other, each one
groping and grabbing as though they wished they had an extra set of hands.
Robert actually did wish for that, but he left himself no illusions as to why
Samantha wanted him so badly.
At thirty, Robert was not a bad looking guy, but neither would he have
qualified as GQ, not with his head of thinning hair and his small, skinny
body that never seemed to get any more muscular no matter how much he went to
the gym. Samantha, he knew, was after him because he had a bank account that
would make most millionaires blush. No, Robert wasn't fooled by her charade,
but neither did it really bother him. He was happy just to have her. If she
was after some glamour and a few bucks then that's what he would give her.
She knew what he wanted from her.
"Let's do it right here," she said, smiling seductively and lowering her hand
to his crotch to undo his zipper.
"Let's wait," he gasped, nearly out of breath from excitement. "There's still
a lot of people in the building."
"I love to fuck in your office," she told him. "It gives me such a thrill."
It gave him a thrill too. Robert liked to do it in his office because he knew
it impressed her. It was the second largest office in the building, only
slightly smaller than the office of his father-in- law who was the president
of Richardson and Levy, Inc. It was big and spacious with a wood floor, a
huge oak desk, a bar, and even a bed, the latter of which Robert had been
using quite a bit in the last few weeks with Samantha. It also had a balcony,
a view thirty stories up that looked over the whole city. It was beautiful.
Most importantly, it was all Robert's.
The lovers were left alone in the elevator car until they hit the twelfth
floor. Then the elevator bell rang and they made themselves tear away from
each other, stand in opposite corners, and try to look respectable and
upright.
The new passenger, to Robert's chagrin, was Joel Kincaid. Joel Kincaid was
probably the hardest working employee for Richardson and Levy, Inc., much
more than Robert had ever been. It was nothing for Joel to put in a twelve or
fourteen-hour day, even if his work only necessitated that he work the
regular eight to ten. He was a career man, always on the lookout for the next
promotion, and it had taken him far.
But not as far as Robert. He would have had to marry the boss's daughter to
go that far. Robert's wife, Victoria, was a nice girl. She was intelligent,
pretty, and, of course, tied to God only knew how much money. Her only
obvious flaw was her jealousy. Victoria would get jealous over one look in
the wrong direction. She would fume for a whole day if Robert had more than a
passing conversation with a beautiful woman. If she ever caught him with
Samantha, she would fly into an absolute rage. Robert would be virtually
penniless overnight. But he tried not to think about that too much for the
moment. Instead, he concentrated on not getting caught, pretending that he
didn't even see the beautiful blonde in the other corner. Joel didn't know
Victoria very well, only here and there from dinners put on by the company.
But all it would take would be for Joel to mention to someone in the building
that he saw Robert with another woman, and the entire place would go into a
buzz with rumors and speculations.
By itself, it was no concern to Robert that he was seen at work at such a
later hour. In fact, it was exactly where he told Victoria he would be.
Overtime at the office was a nice, clean alibi to cover him while he snuck
off with Samantha. The only thing suspicious about it was that prior to the
few weeks that he had been seeing Samantha, Robert had never put in any
overtime at all.
"Working later again, Robert?" Joel asked him as the elevator ascended. He
glanced at Samantha and Robert realized that he had probably seen them
together in the building before. They would have to start coming in
separately from now on, he thought.
"You too, I noticed," Robert told him. "You're always in here, aren't you? I
bet you spend more time in your office than you do at home."
"Almost," Joel nodded, smiling uncomfortably. He was a chubby, bespectacled,
and socially inept man. Robert always felt tension when he talked to him,
even in neutral circumstances, and he guessed Joel was bitter about Robert's
easy road to success. Joel got off on the nineteenth floor to go in one of
the file rooms. But, just as he left, two more employees got on the elevator
and Robert and Samantha were forced to remain separate even longer. It wasn't
until the twenty- second floor that they were left alone again and, as soon
as the doors were closed, they were back at it, feeling each other up even
more urgently than before.
At the thirtieth floor, they quickly made their way into the huge office and
locked the double doors.
"Here we are again," Robert said.
"Yes, finally," Samantha cooed, dancing around the room and looking at it
admiringly. Robert unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers to
mid-thigh, letting his dick pop up to full attention. "Shall we?" he asked,
nodding to the false wall that housed the fold out bed.
But Samantha sauntered over to his desk instead, looking over her shoulder at
Robert as she did so. Then, leaning over the desk, she hiked up her skirt and
revealed a pantiless bottom. Even as hard as Robert had been feeling that ass
up only a minute before, he hadn't noticed that.
"Why don't you come here, bend me over, and fuck me from behind?" she asked
him. Licking her lips, she ran her hand down between the cheeks over her ass
and rubbed the back of her clit, closing her eyes and moaning as though she
could play with herself all day like that and not grow tired of doing it.
Robert nearly fell over trying to get to her. His dick was rock hard now and
aching to get some attention.
"Ram it into me, baby," Samantha cried. "Ram it into me as hard as you can.
Fuck me like an animal. Fuck me like a little animal bitch!"
Consumed with raging lust, Robert entered Samantha and began to pump away.
Instantly, his mind swam into ecstasy. If only he could always feel the way
he did now, humping away at Samantha on his office desk at eight at night
with the whole city lit up in front of him through his window. He was so lost
in the moment that he almost didn't hear the door slam.
"Robert!" a voiced screamed. Robert and Samantha disengaged from one another
and spun around, looking into the horrified face of Victoria.
There was a long silence as everyone assessed the situation. Robert and
Samantha still stood by the desk, uncertain as to what to do except quickly
try to straighten and rezip their clothes. Victoria stood by the door, fists
clenched and teeth gnashing, glaring at the two with clear and uncompromising
hatred.
"Victor--" Robert started, but then immediately stopped. He was turned
speechless by the sight before him.
His wife's eyes, already alive with spite, had now began to glow with two
fiery red fires. As the silent seconds passed, the fires grew more intense,
soon lighting up the room with a crimson tint. Robert and Samantha stood
frozen with frightened curiosity, not wanting to look at the spectacle and
yet incapable of turning away.
And then, all at once, the two fires subsided. Victoria's expression, though
still malignant, was now of a relaxed nature. She even cracked a smile,
sending a more foreboding cold shiver down Robert's spine.
"Victoria, I don't--" Robert started, but was instantly cut off.
"Silence!" Victoria shouted.
He tried to speak anyway, but found, to his amazement, that he couldn't. His
vocal chords seemed suddenly to lose their ability to make a sound. He
wheezed, coughed, and cleared his throat, but to no avail. He had somehow
been stricken dumb. Turning to Samantha, he saw that she was suffering from
the same problem. She too coughed and wheezed and still found speech
impossible.
Then a realization sank in and they both looked at Victoria. Robert's wife
was grinning from ear to ear.
"Pretty neat, don't you think?" Victoria asked them rhetorically. "Of course
it's nothing compared to what I can do. Or should I say what I will do." She
walked towards them confidently.
"You," she said to Robert. "You go sit in that chair over there. You're going
to want a good seat for this show." Victoria pointed to the brown leather
chair sitting about ten feet away from the desk.
Robert stalled.
"Now!" Victoria screamed.
Sensing that he had little choice in the matter anyway, Robert complied with
the order, carefully stepping over to and sitting in the leather chair.
"You," Victoria said, pointing to Samantha. "You have been very selfish,
haven't you?"
Samantha didn't answer. She couldn't.
Victoria now stood between the two of them, eyeing them up and down as if she
was a drill instructor doing some kind of inspection. She walked around to
Robert and then stood in front of him.
"I always promised myself that I would never show you my powers," she told
him. "I never wanted you to know about them because I knew if you did, you
would treat me differently. I wanted you to love and respect me for my own
character and not because I am a witch."
At that moment, an invisible weight fell on Robert's body, pulling him to the
chair. He tried moving his arms and legs, but they would not budge. He was
almost completely paralyzed. Only his mouth and his eyes retained the ability
to move. An empty, silent scream escaped him.
"But now," Victoria continued as though nothing had happened. In a sense,
nothing had. "Now, it doesn't matter if you know about my powers. Now that
we're through, it doesn't make any difference." She stepped away from Robert
and walked over to Samantha.
"Let's start with you, Miss Selfish. Lets see . . . when I came in, I believe
you were asking my husband to fuck you like an 'animal bitch.'" Victoria bore
a stare straight into the girl's eyes and some of the playfulness that had
come to her face was once again darkened with anger.
Samantha, who seemed to be paralyzed by a spell also, only in a standing
position, stared back at her with wild, nervous eyes.
"But you are much too pretty to be called an animal," Victoria said, breaking
her stare and letting the malicious playfulness return. "We'll have to do
something about that."
Robert watched in horror and utter terror at the sight before him. Samantha'
s nose, once so beautiful and perfectly shaped, began to bend and expand as
if it had a life all its own, bulging and flexing muscles that it should not
have had. It twisted and spread as though it were a piece of clay being
molded by unseen hands. In a few seconds it had completely reshaped itself
into another form. Robert recognized the shape immediately. Victoria had
transformed Samantha's supermodel nose into the snout of a pig. Meanwhile,
Samantha, still paralyzed by Victoria's power, could only stand there and
wait for the trauma to finish.
"Much better," Victoria laughed. "Now you really can be fucked like an
animal. Not by Robert, of course. You two are completely through as far as
that goes. No, I think it would be much more fun if I took the honors." She
turned, glanced at Robert to make sure he was taking it all in, and then
unzipped her pants, rolled them down a few inches, and revealed a huge,
throbbing hard- on.
Robert could not believe his eyes. It was even more amazing than Samantha's
snout. That's Victoria, he thought. That's my wife and she has a dick. A big
one at that.
"When I release you," Victoria told Samantha, "you'll have full movement
again. But I'm going to make you so horny that all you'll be able to think
about is getting to this fat cock."
The next moment Samantha was released from her spell and, with only a second
's hesitation, she dropped to her knees to try to give Victoria a blowjob.
Her eyes were eager to satisfy and her disfigured face was red with lust. But
Victoria pushed her away.
"Do you think I want that ugly face so close to me? Get back. Turn around and
bend over on that desk."
Now completely under Victoria's spell, Samantha only wanted to please. She
turned around and, just as she had done for Robert a few minutes before,
lifted up her skirt and readied herself for Victoria's twelve-inch cock.
Robert noticed now too that the snout wasn't the only change made to
Samantha. Victoria had given her the long, curly tail of a pig right above
her ass.
"Let's try this thing out now," Victoria said, mostly to herself, as she
hefted her new man-meat in her hands and walked up to the waiting Samantha.
Then, without even a moment's delay, she slammed the cock into Samantha's
waiting box, making the pig-girl squeal and snort with delight.
"Do you like that, Piggy?" Victoria asked, now breathing a little harder. A
bead of sweat ran down the side of her face as she violently bucked her new
dick into Samantha. "Do you like being fucked like an animal?"
Samantha's power of speech had been removed, but she grunted and snorted her
approval, even helping to grind her backside further down Victoria's cock as
it jolted in and out of her. Victoria grabbed the blonde's hair and pulled
her head back, making sure to give Robert a good look at the snout. "I think
it's an improvement," Victoria commented.
Samantha was now squealing louder with pleasure. She seemed to either not
know or not care about her nose or what was happening to her. She had become
just the animal Victoria had made her resemble.
And then Victoria suddenly stopped, tilting her head back in an orgasmic
trance. She released a sigh. Samantha, who wanted her to continue, stomped
frustratingly on the floor with one foot and let out a whiny, desperate
squeal. Then Victoria let go of her head and threw her to the floor.
"Oh, wow, that felt good," Victoria announced. "God, I think I'm going to
have to do that more often." She looked at Samantha, now crawling on all
fours, trying to rub her pussy against anything that came near it. "I was
thinking about killing her, but she'll be fun to have around the house, I
think. I'll get a leash for her and maybe let the dog have his way with her
whenever he wants. Do you think he would like that, Robert?"
Still mute, Robert could only look back with terror stricken eyes.
"She'll live and so will you," Victoria told him. "Does that make you happy?
Does it give you hope? Be careful before you answer that. Death might be
prettier than what I'm going to do to you."
She turned back to Samantha. "Go into the corner, Piggy," she told her. "Now
it's your turn to watch a show. And maybe if you're good, I'll get you a real
pig to fuck."
Samantha snorted and grunted in appreciation, crawling around the room on her
hands and knees and trying to play with herself at the same time.
"And now for you, dear hubby," Victoria said to Robert, as she circled around
to the other side of the desk and picked up the phone. "I think the first
thing to do is to call up Leonard and Billy. You remember them, don't you
dear? They're two of our janitors here. They clean floors six through ten. Do
you remember?"
Robert remembered them, but was incapable of answering.
"I'll call the front desk," she said and pushed some numbers. "Hello. Yes,
this is Victoria Prescott. I'm in my husband's office here on the thirtieth
floor. Are Leonard and Billy working tonight? Good. Could you send them here
for a little while? Yes, I know it's not their usual floor, but just send
them up anyway. Thanks."
She hung up the phone and looked at Robert. "Well," she said, "they should be
up here any minute so I guess we'd better get started with you. Let's see,
first stand up."
Robert felt himself stand up, straight as an arrow, though he still had no
power over his own body. Every direction it was receiving was coming from
Victoria and Victoria alone.
"Now let's get rid of those clothes," she said. In a single instant, Robert
saw his clothes go up into flames and then evaporate into thin air. He was
now completely naked. "And now for the fun part," Victoria said, smiling.
"We're going to make you pretty."
Robert felt a sensation run through his entire body. Something felt
different, but when he glanced down he couldn't tell what.
"I'm giving you the power to move again, dear," Victoria told him. "Don't
take advantage of my kindness. I want you to go to the mirror and take a look
at your new life."
Experimenting, Robert first lifted up his arms and made sure his hands could
move. Then he took a step. He could move again and he did as he was told,
walking over to the mirror that hung behind the bar. What he saw stopped him
in his tracks. He now had on clothes again. That is, if they could be called
clothes. He wore a pair of red high heel pumps, white stockings, a frilly,
white skirt, and a strapless blouse. But that wasn't all. He was now also
wearing a poorly made blonde wig, eyeliner, mascara, rouge, and lipstick. All
of the makeup was put on in thick, clumsy strokes. His fingernails were now
very long and painted bright pink. He was completely made up like a girl, a
cheap one, though it would be obvious to a blind man that he was not female.
"I was thinking of changing you completely into a woman, but then I
reconsidered. This will be much more fun. I didn't change much on you
physically. I just took off most of your body hair and . . . well . . ."
Victoria started giggling, unable to finish her sentence.
Robert had an idea of what she might be talking about. He quickly reached
down and pulled up the frills of his skirt and inspected what was underneath.
Victoria had put panties on him and he had to pull them out of the way to get
a look.
"Oh God," he cried. Victoria had shrunk his dick down to less than an inch,
making it only the tiniest suggestion of what it once was. His balls were
likewise shrunk. They were now about the size of an acorn.
"You fucking bi--" he started, but she cut his voice off again.
"Do you like my work?" his wife asked.
Robert tried to yell, but it was useless.
"What do you think, Piggy?" Victoria asked Samantha.
Samantha was now in the corner masturbating furiously, but she was still
looking with great interest at the turn of events. She snorted in laughter.
"Good, I'm glad you like it. Wait until you see what comes next."
Victoria went back to the phone on the desk. "Now I think I'll call Joel
Kincaid. I've always liked him and he deserves this. He's been a hard
worker." She punched the numbers and began to speak into the phone. "Hello,
Joel. This is Victoria. Yes, good. Thank you. Listen, right now I'm up in
Robert's office. Can you come up and see me? It's important. Good."
As she hung up, there was a knock on one of the double doors.
"That must be the boys," Victoria told Robert. She turned to the doors. "It's
open! Come in!" One of the doors opened and in came Leonard and Billy.
Leonard and Billy were the janitors for levels six through ten. They were
both young, in their early twenties, and, mentally, they were both very slow.
Robert figured that they must have been on some sort of program there. They
were big men, well over six feet tall and muscular. Except for their hair
(Leonard's was blonde and Billy's was dark brown) they looked very much
alike. They both kept the same stupid look on their face, unanimated and
blank, and they both walked with the same exaggerated lumber.
"Good evening fellas," Victoria greeted him.
"We've got fifteen minutes before we're off the clock," Billy told her
quickly.
"Oh, I think you might want to stay overtime for this," she assured him and
pointed to Robert.
They looked at Robert for the first time. He was still standing by the bar
and trying to figure out what to do. Miraculously, their faces became even
more confused, but also very curious.
"What's going on?" Leonard asked.
"You guys remember my husband Robert, don't you?"
"Is that him?"
"It's what's remaining," she said. "You see, Robert has just come out of the
closet. Apparently all this time, he has wanted to be a woman and tonight he
finally couldn't take it anymore and told me. He says his name isn't Robert
anymore. From now on, he wants to be called Candy."
"Candy?" Leonard asked in bewilderment.
"Candy says she's had the biggest crush on you guys for a long time."
"She has?" Billy said. He was now looking at Robert intently. Robert didn't
know what to do. He couldn't speak and he knew if he tried to make a run for
it at all, Victoria would stop him.
"How would you guys like to get to know one another better?" Victoria asked.
Then she turned to Robert. "Candy, why don't you show these boys here how
deeply you feel about them."
Robert felt his voice return to him. He cleared his throat and opened his
mouth to start telling them all how crazy they were when suddenly a new
sensation washed over him. The sensation completely stunned him and for a
moment he had to collect himself. When he looked back over at Leonard, Billy,
and Victoria, he knew what it was.
"Oh fuck," he said, looking at Billy's crotch. He was suddenly feeling a
powerful urge to suck the janitor's cock, an urge that seemed to be
increasing by the second. He knew also, who was behind this.
"Why have you done this to me, Victoria?" he asked her, breathing heavily.
"Whatever do you mean, Candy?" Victoria replied.
The urge to give the two men blowjobs was growing more and more intense.
Robert began to rub his crotch and his nipples to help satisfy it, but it
only seemed to make things worse. The craving was coming on so hard and so
fast that it seemed like he didn't have time to brace himself against it.
"Just tell them what you want to do," Victoria assured him. "I'm sure you
will find them more than accommodating."
Leonard and Ralph were now looking at Robert with what could only be
interpreted as intense lust, each standing awkwardly and rubbing their
hard-ons through their overalls. Robert realized that Victoria had put the
two janitors under her spell as well.
"Leonard.Billy." Robert started. He tried to stop himself, but he needed it
so badly. The urge was now almost a fire inside of him. "I need to give you
head."
"Oh, come on Candy," Victoria playfully scolded him.
"You're going to have to be a lot more seductive than that. Say it like the
woman you want to be. Even better, say it like a little slut."
Robert's skin was now burning red. He couldn't take it any longer. "I need to
suck your cocks," he said in a high, effeminate voice. "Oh, God, I need to
badly."
"Then dance for them," Victoria ordered.
"What?"
"Dance for them. And make it sexy."
Now seeing little choice in the matter, Robert began to dance as lustfully as
his imagination let him. He gyrated his hips to music that wasn't there, ran
his pink fingernails over his hairless body, and spun around in front of the
two men with girlish glee.
"That's very nice, Candy," Victoria complimented him. Robert continued to
dance, feeling the eyes the room watch him and beginning to like it. He
looked at Leonard and Billy and only wanted them more. Oh god, he thought.
What has she made me become? But he didn't stop dancing.
"What do you want?" Victoria asked him again.
"I want them. Oh, please."
"Please what?"
"Oh Leonard, oh Billy," Robert pleaded. "Please let me suck your cocks. I'm a
little cockslut. I need your cocks badly! Stuff me with them! Make me your
whore!"
Leonard and Billy smiled and, wasting no time, quickly unbuckled their
overalls and pulled them down. Two huge erections, each at least nine or ten
inches long, sprung up. Robert couldn't take his eyes off of them.
"I like girls like you, Candy," Billy said.
Samantha, hopping up and down in the corner on all fours, squealed with
delight at the scene. No one seemed to have even noticed her presence.
Robert didn't care. He fell on the first cock, Leonard's, like a hungry wolf.
He couldn't believe how good it felt to suck another man's dick. It felt so
warm and wonderful. He couldn't wait to feel the sperm spurt down his throat.
He had never tasted it before, but he was somehow certain that it would taste
better than anything else he could imagine.
"That's it, Candy," Victoria said. "Suck it real good. Billy, why don't you
come around to the other side."
As he bobbed up and down on Leonard's throbbing shaft, Robert felt Billy move
to his backside, lifting up the frilly skirt and pulling down his cotton
panties.
"He's so tiny," Billy said, rubbing Robert's small penis between his fingers.
Billy then let go. In another moment, Robert felt him enter from behind.
Robert knew that his desires came from Victoria's magic, but he couldn't help
himself. He jiggled his ass against the huge cock buried inside it and,
though it hurt, he found that he wanted more.
"Oh God, fuck me Billy! I'm your little slut!" he exclaimed in pleasure a
moment before wrapping his lips around Leonard's member again.
There was a knock at the door. Victoria went to open it and Robert heard her
talking to Joel Kincaid. They walked over to the three-way orgy. Somewhere
beyond his lust, Robert heard Victoria's voice as the two came closer.
"Yes, that's Robert. Or should I say Candy. He won't be working here anymore,
that's why I called you up. How would you like a new job and a new office?
Good, I thought you would."
There was some murmuring, but Robert couldn't make it out. Then he heard
Victoria's voice again.
"Candy has decided that she can no longer work here in this company or be my
husband. She's decided instead that she would rather play the wife to these
two. Since they're almost off of their shift anyway, I'm letting them have
their fun now, but this is the last time. After this, Candy will have to
entertain them only in their apartment. I'm sure they will find her to be of
great help. Washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cooking the meals, and
sucking their cocks whenever they feel the need."
She leaned down to whisper in Robert's ear. Leonard's cum was now shooting
off inside his mouth, dribbling out of his lips and down his chin, but he did
not stop sucking for a moment. He needed more.
"And with the spell I've put on them, they should feel the need quite
frequently," she said just as Robert felt Billy spray his seed inside of him.
"Have a good life, Candy."
THE END
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