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It Doesn't Hurt to Look, Right? By Mister Double U I rolled my chair outside my cubicle. I knew that she would be walking by in a moment. You see, Allison always headed towards her friends desk at 4:15pm. It was like clockwork. And I loved to watch her walk by. I heard the clicking of heels on the ceramic floor and stretched my head back. Sure enough, I saw her tight little body swing past the wall and head down the long hallway. Today, she wore a tight miniskirt and a cute pink top; an outfit that showed off each and every curve on her body. Her legs were encased in soft, black stockings and the seam in the back perfectly showed them off. Her long blond hair bounced as she walked and I could barely contain myself. I sighed as she turned the corner and headed towards the desk. "You know, she's gonna kick your ass." I peered around the corner and my cube mate poked his head around the small wall that separated our desks. "She's not going to stand for that kind of leering." "She's got no clue," I replied, picking up my soda. "Besides, she is the most unpleasant person I've ever had the misfortune to meet. She's never said two words to me; even when I would make small talk." It's true. In the year and a half that I've worked for the company, she's looked at me like I've had leprosy. I tried making small talk, but she really had no interest. So, here we are. She goes on being a bitch and I go on staring at her like the piece of meat she is. "Doesn't matter," he replied. "She's not stupid. She has to know you stare at her as she walks by. Hell, everyone else can tell." "I'm being subtle," I replied, smiling. My phone rang. "Yeah, subtle as a freight train," he finished and went back to her computer. "Good afternoon. This is Ed. How can I help you?" I said. "Ed, this is Heather Wilson." She said. Heather was the friend who Allison goes to talk to. She was nice enough. We actually started working here on the same day. "Hi Heather. What's up?" "Can you come by my desk?" she continued. "I have to ask you a question about your reimbursement." "Sure. Be right there," I said, hanging up the phone. I left my desk and walked down the hallway. It was funny that my shoes clicked on the ceramic floor just like Allison. I walked up to her desk and leaned forward. She was wearing a top so low, I could almost see her bellybutton. "Hey. What's up?" I asked. "I have a question about your reimbursement from your last trip," she said, fumbling with some papers on her desk. "Damn! I had it here a minute ago." She continued. "Can I help?" I asked, still trying to see if I can find her bellybutton. "Actually, I think it's in Mr. Akers' office," she said, standing up. The low cut top was matched by a cute little spring skirt that fluttered as she walked. She headed into the office and I quickly followed. We walked over to Mr. Akers' desk; she stood behind it and I sat in one of the chair. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. I turned quickly and Allison was standing in front of it, holding the doorknob. "Like what you see, Edward?" she asked, calling me by my full name with a slight disgust in her voice. She stood there with her hands across her chest, obviously annoyed. "Um...." I said, stupidly. She kept her hands crossed and stomped towards the desk. "I know you've been staring at me when I walk by," she said. I blushed and hung my head, embarrassed. "It's no secret, Edward." She stopped inches from the chair. I could smell her perfume and inhaled deeply. I'll bet she's great in the sack. "I'm not happy about it, either," she continued, breaking my thoughts. She began tapping her foot. "What are you going to do about it?" I asked, sheepishly. "My first thought was to report you to Mr. Akers and have you fired," she continued. My eyes widened. "But then I realized that he's a pig just like you. All you'd get out of that would be a reprimand." I sighed; relieved that at least I wouldn't be fired. "So, I think I'm going to teach you a lesson," she said, smiling. "You are going to know how it feels to be stared at like that." She looked at the clock. "First, we're going to wait until everyone leaves. Then, we're going to go for a little ride." She smiled evilly. Heather sat behind the desk, leaning back in the chair and smiling as well. Time seemed to drag. The three of us stayed in that room until 6:30. When Allison was sure everyone was gone, she ordered me to stand up. The three of us walked out of the office, down that same hall and out the front door. A black car was waiting outside. The windows were all tinted, so I couldn't see inside. "Get in," she said. I slowly stepped into the car and sat down in one of the long seats. There were two other girls sitting across from me. Allison slid in and walked to the far side, Heather sat down next to me on the other side. The two girls across from me stared evilly at me. It made me feel very uncomfortable. I noticed that the windows were tinted on the inside as well. One girl banged on the window. "Drive!" she said. We sat in silence for a while. "So, what happens now?" I asked. The girl across from me leaned over and slapped me, hard. "What happens now is that we go over the rules," Allison replied. I rubbed the side of my face. "One: You don't speak unless you're spoken to. Two: Every sentence must begin and end with the word 'Mistress'. Three: You will do whatever we tell you without question. Failure to follow any of these rules will result in more of what you just got. Do you understand?" Allison looked at me, waiting for an answer. I sat silently. Another hard slap hit me in the face. "I said, 'Do you understand'?". I sat there. She slapped me again. "I can do this all day," the girl across from me said. "And when I get tired, there are plenty of girls to fill in." "I think he likes it," Heather said, giggling. She came back and hit me in the chest. I slumped to the floor; sure that she broke my ribs. I saw stars. "Now, I'll ask you again," Allison said. "Do you understand?" she said it slowly, emphasizing each word. I nodded my head quickly to avoid another punch. "Yes, Mistress," I said, in short breaths. Allison smiled and she and Heather helped me back on to the seat. "That's better," she said, smiling. "Now, let me introduce my friends," she continued. "You already know Heather from work. This is Jacqueline." Allison pointed to the girl who slapped me earlier. She was a tall brunette. "And this is Inga." Inga looked like a weight lifter. She had strong, powerful arms and legs. Her hair was short and she had a steely look in her eyes. "Say hello to the nice ladies," Allison finished. "Hello," I said quietly, still aching from the punch in the ribs. The car stopped and I heard the sound of a garage door opening. The car continued inside and the door closed behind us. The passenger door opened and the girls dragged me out of the car. We were inside a very large warehouse. "Stay here." Heather said to the driver. She nodded and stood next to the car. The four ladies led me up a narrow set of steps to a small room. The door opened and I was pushed roughly inside. The four followed me in. The office had a single desk and a few small chairs. There was another door which I could see led to a small bathroom. "Strip," Allison demanded. I stood there, dumbfounded. She sighed and the three girls walked quickly over to me. They began unbuttoning my shirt and pants. I struggled but they overpowered me. Within a few minutes, they had taken off all my clothes. Allison threw a can of Nair to me. "Now, get in the shower and shave off all that body hair," she said. I purposely dropped the can on the floor. "No," I said. "Your little game has gone on long enough. Give me back my clothes and I'm leaving." They all smiled. "You're not going anywhere," Inga said. She took three steps towards me. She stood a head taller and I'm sure outweighed me by 30 pounds. Heather and Jacqueline closed in from the other side. I was trapped. But if I was going to make my stand, this was it. I turned and kicked Jacqueline in the knee. She fell to the floor. In the confusion, I pushed Heather out of the way and made a bee-line for the door. If I could get through, I could at least hide in the warehouse until dark. Inga grabbed for me, but I was just out of her reach. The only thing standing between me and the door was Allison. I ran full speed at her, hoping to knock her out of the way and get to the door. She sidestepped me and pushed me slightly to the left. Running full blast, I had no way to correct myself and smashed right into the wall. I fell backwards, my head hitting the floor. Inga walked over and easily lifted me over her shoulders. She brought me back and slammed me face first on top of the desk. "You're going to be really sorry for that," Heather said. I felt a small prick and felt something being shot into my ass. "What was that?" I asked. The girls were holding me down. "A little muscle relaxant," Allison said. She walked over and took a piece of duct tape off the roll she was carrying. She placed the piece, and two more, over my mouth. "Mmmph!" I yelled. I struggled to break free, but I could feel the shot taking effect. I tried to move, but couldn't will my body to do it. The girls loosened their grip and my arms and legs hit the desk with a thump. Heather grabbed the can of Nair and sprayed it all over my body. I could feel it stinging as they rubbed in all over my arms and legs. "Stand him up," Allison said. Inga picked me up and held my arms over my head. The girls sprayed the foam all over the front of my body, including my dick and balls. Allison walked back and took another needle. This one went into my balls. "Mmm Mmm?" I asked. "Don't worry, darling," she replied. "It's just something to temporarily kill those awful little sperm. The effect should last a couple of weeks. Now you won't get hard anymore." She smiled. My eyes widened with fear. Jacqueline hobbled over to me holding a barber's clippers. She stood up on one of the chairs and shaved all the hair off my head. I watched helplessly as huge tufts of it fell to the floor. She smiled evilly and hummed as she worked. When she got it down to the length she wanted, she took the can of Nair and rubbed the foam all over my head and face. She even worked it into my eyebrows. "Wash it off," Allison said. Inga took me into the other room and stood me up in the shower. My legs were like rubber, so I quickly fell to the floor. She grabbed a piece of rope and tied my hands together, then to a large hook in the ceiling. Heather grabbed a large fire hose and brought it to the bathroom. "Ok. Turn it on!" she yelled. The pressure hit me like a cannonball. I fell against the wall and thought I would be pushed through it. I screamed as the water hit my limp dick. Heather turned the water off and Inga turned me around. She did the same thing to my back. I closed my eyes and waited for them to be finished. "You can turn it off!" Heather yelled. The hose stopped and Inga let me down off the hood. My body felt all tingly. I looked down and stared. My legs seemed really weird without all that hair on it. Very slim and sexy looking. Inga brought me back to the main room and dropped me in a small wooden chair. Heather went out and brought in a large cardboard box. She began pulling things out of it and dropping them on the desk. I was still weak and Inga easily held me in the chair. The girls took a pair of thigh-hi stockings and slid them over my smooth, hairless legs. They were light black with a seam that ran up the back. When they got to the top, they put a garter belt around my waist and put a few dabs of glue to hold it together. They attached the garters and put more glue on it to make sure it didn't come off. They stood me up and put a light blue corset around my waist. The inside was sticky and immediately attached itself to my waist. Inga held my hands up and Allison pulled the corset on tightly. "Mmm! Mmm!" I yelped as they tightened it up. "A bit snug, honey?" Inga asked. I nodded. "Good." She replied. "Breathe in deeply and then breathe all the way out." Allison said. I did as they asked and when I breathed out, they pulled the corset as tight as it would go. I saw stars and felt a bit lightheaded. "What do you think?" Allison asked. The girls nodded their approval and Inga cut the strings making sure it wouldn't come off. "We're getting there," Heather said. Jacqueline again nodded in agreement. Inga sat me back down and Allison walked over with something that looked like a bra but had no cups. "This little devise will give you cleavage," she said. They put it around my chest, again putting some glue on the latch. It sat lower on my chest and had two pads on either side. Allison reached her hand inside and pulled my loose skin closer to the center of my chest. This gave the illusion of me having some major cleavage. Next, they took two large breast forms and glued them to my chest. They must have been at least a large C cup and had huge nipples on the ends. Heather came over and placed the bra around my new breasts and put some glue on the ends. It hid the other bra well and if you didn't look too closely, it looked like I had huge breasts and cleavage to boot. "Stand her up," Allison said. Inga grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet. Allison put on a pair of latex gloves and put her hand on my balls. She pushed and I felt a pop. My eyes widened again. She pushed the other and it disappeared with another pop. "Don't worry honey," she said. "We're just moving those nasty little things out of the way." Next she grabbed my dick and pulled it between my legs. She grabbed a tight panty and held it up. She slid it up my legs and held my dick in place. When she was done, she ran her hand across the front of it, showing me a smooth, flat area. "Mmmm! Nice and smooth," Allison said, continuing to rub. "No one would ever be able to tell that there was a penis there." She turned me around and put her finger into a large hole in the back of the panties. She stuck two fingers in my ass and spread my cheeks open. "This may hurt a little," Allison said. "Although, with the muscle relaxer in place, you may not feel anything at all." She giggled. With her free hand, she slowly slipped in a large something. I struggled vainly, still being under the influence of the relaxer. "This'll keep you nice and open and make you wiggle when you walk." She said. They sat me back down. Jacqueline came over with a pair of black, high heeled shoes. She put a bit of the glue into them and slid them easily on my feet. Meanwhile, Allison and Heather each pulled a table over and started working on my fingernails. They attached fake nails to my hands with the same glue and colored each of them with clear polish. As they finished with my nails, I could feel the strength coming back to my legs. I figure I could try to make a run for it, but I wouldn't get very far in these shoes. Jacqueline walked over to the desk and came back with a big suitcase. She set it up on the table and sat down in another chair. "I'm going to take the tape off your mouth," she said. "If you scream out of try anything funny, I'll make it much worse for you. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded and she removed the tape from my mouth. The first thing I did was try to take a deep breath. "Oh My!" I said, taking a breath. I took quick, short, shallow breaths to try to get more air in my lungs. Allison stopped me. "Hold on, honey. If you breathe that fast, you'll pass out." I composed myself and slowed down my breathing. I tried to take in just enough air. She looked at me and smiled. Jacqueline opened her suitcase and pulled out various shade of makeup. "You see, aside for Jacqueline's many other talents," Allison said, touching the side of my face where she slapped me, "Jacquie does work for MAC cosmetics. She's got a whole makeup kit for us to work with." Jacqueline took out various shades of foundation and rubbed them on the back of my hand. When she was satisfied, she took out a small makeup sponge and rubbed it all over my face. She used a couple coats, just to be sure. She turned my head to the left and right, making sure that she didn't miss any spots. She rubbed some on my neck to keep it even. She then took out some eye shadow and liner and did my eyes. "Keep your eyes closed," she said. I couldn't tell what she was doing but I felt her press something against my eyelid and pat it down with her finger. She worked on the other eye, then told me to open them. My eyes felt sticky, but after an adjustment, I was able to open them. I could feel long lashes brushing against my face. She took out blush and finally some lipstick. When she was done, she stepped back to look at her work. Lastly, she pulled out a long blond wavy wig. Allison dabbed some of the glue into it and they carefully placed it on my head. I could feel the hair falling down my back and against my face. Heather pulled the hair back and clipped some earrings on. "One last thing," Jacqueline said. She grabbed a dark powder and brushed it between the mounds of cleavage. "There. Finished." She said. "I assume you can walk now. Get up," Allison said. I pushed myself to my feet and wobbled unsteadily on the heels. Inga caught me. "Come over here,," Allison yelled, walking back into the bathroom. I followed her, with Inga holding me up. She closed the door behind us and flicked on the light. Inga laughed. "You look amazing." I blinked in the mirror. I also couldn't believe what I saw. Staring back at me was a beautiful blond bombshell. Her long hair fell around her face and almost covered one eye. The eyes were a light shade of brown, with a darker brown over the lids. She had deep liner which gave her a sultry look. Her lips were red and plump. The body was also amazing. She had beautiful legs, looking incredible in light black stockings. The seam made them even sexier. She had an hourglass figure and her huge tits were barely contained by the bra she was wearing. "Oh My Gosh!" I said, slowly emphasizing each word. Allison opened the door and pushed me out. I tripped on my heels and hit the floor with a thud. "You better do something with that voice of yours." Allison said. "No one would believe you were a pretty girl with that." She smiled. "All right. Let's get her dressed." Inga picked me up and carried me back to the chair. Jacqueline took out a brush and started fixing my hair. Heather went back to the box on the desk and pulled out a skirt and top. She walked back and slid the skirt over my shoes. "Stand up," she said. I stood and she slid the skirt farther up my legs. It was short and black and did nothing to hide the panties I was wearing. Heather turned me around and zipped it up. I put my hands up and Heather slid the top on. I saw a flash go off. Allison was standing there, taking pictures of the entire transformation. I was screwed. "Careful! Watch her hair," Jacqueline said. Heather nodded and pulled the neck as wide as it would go. She slipped it over my head and pulled it down. If I had trouble breathing in the corset, this top did nothing to help. She had picked out a tight, pink top that clung to my chest and showed off my erect nipples. I sat back down and the four girls circled the chair. They looked me over and up and down. "Now, what do we do with her?" Allison asked. "I say we take her to the bad part of town and leave her there," Inga said. "Make her find her way back home." She smiled. "Let's take her back to work," Heather said. She leaned in close. "Wouldn't Mr. Akers love to see you in that??" she asked pointing at my clothes. "Good idea," Allison replied. "We don't have to be at work until 9::00 Monday morning." "I know," Jacqueline said, smiling. "Let's take her out to a club. There are lots of men there." All four agreed and my heart sank. "You'd like that, wouldn't you...." Allison said, leaning in. She pulled back. "We need a name for her." She leaned back in, "Any preferences?" "She looks like a Marilyn or a Jane," Inga said. "Sure.." Heather replied. "As in Monroe or Mansfield?" she laughed. "Come on." "Jessica?" Heather asked. "Yeah!" They all shouted. "Jessica it is," Allison said. "How about that Jessie?" She smiled. I lowered my head. She put her hand under my chin and lifted it up. "There there. Don't be sad." She smiled. "Inga, stay here and watch her while we get dressed." Inga nodded. The three girls left the room. Inga locked the door and walked behind the desk to sit down. "Don't get out of that chair," she said, as if I were a 2 year old. I sat in the chair, waiting. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Inga got up and opened it. Allison walked in wearing a knee- length leather skirt and black tank top. She wore heels as high as mine. She waived Inga off and she relocked the door and sat behind the desk. "Allison, please," I said. "You've made your point. I promise I'll never stare at you like that again. Let me go." She stood up and leaned into me. Her nose inches from mine. "You've forgotten about our rules, Jessie," she said. "Rule 2: You will begin and end each sentence with the word Mistress." She punched me hard in the thigh, giving me a charley horse. I grabbed my thigh and howled in pain. She grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back. "Care to try again?" she asked, letting go. I cleared my throat. "Mistress, please. Let me go, Mistress." Allison pulled up on of the folding chairs and sat down. She stretched her legs over my thighs, flexing her toes. "No, Jessie," she continued. "You haven't learned anything yet. You've spent your entire life staring at women, making them feel like pieces of meat." He rubbed her leg against my thighs. "I want you to know what it's like. I want you to feel what we feel when you stare at us." She kicked her legs off me and stood up. "You're not even close to understanding what's going on." A moment later, the other girls came back. Each wore a fairly conservative outfit. Heather wore a knee length skirt and a loose sweater, Jacqueline had a pair of jeans and a tank top and Inga wore a jean skirt and a ripped t-shirt with a jean jacket on top. It was clear to me that no one would be looking at them tonight. "Lets' go," Allison said. Inga helped me up again and we all walked back to the limo. The driver was sleeping in a small chair. As soon as he heard us coming, he jumped up and opened the door. "Mistress, she looks very pretty," the driver said to Allison as she stepped in the car. She smiled and sat down. "How about we get some food first?" Jacqueline asked. She banged on the window. "Riverview Restaurant." She said. "Great idea," Heather said. "Doesn't that sound like fun, Jessie?" Riverview Restaurant was a new bar/restaurant right on the waterfront. It was a new meeting place for the under 30 crowd. The limo pulled up and the driver got out and opened the door. Allison literally pushed me out the door and we strolled inside. The place was packed..mostly with groups of guys. Each table had an old fashioned telephone on it and people could call and talk to other patrons in the restaurant. I walked in slowly, every impulse screaming to get out of there. Inga stood behind me, inching me along. "We'd like your best table and your most expensive bottle of champagne!" Allison yelled to the Maitre D. He smiled and led us to a table next to the window, overlooking the river. As we walked, I could tell that all eyes were on me. One guy even blew me a kiss as we passed. We sat down and the waiter came over. He put down the bottle and five glasses. "I want the best that you have tonight!" Allison yelled. "It's my friend's birthday!" "Very good, Madame," he said. Allison made sure that I sat in a chair where I was facing the room. I could tell that the men were checking me out. It was very uncomfortable. The phone at our table lit up. Heather grabbed it. She had a short conversation and hung up. "That guy in the brown suit at table 15 wants to buy Jessie a drink for her birthday." She giggled. "I think she should go over and say thank you," Jacqueline replied. "Yes, excellent idea," Allison agreed. "Go on." She almost pushed me out of the chair. Heather stood up and grabbed me by the arm. "Let's go, Jessie," she said and dragged me across the room. We arrived at table 15 to two guys. Each one wore an expensive suit and was drinking wine. "I'm sorry," Heather said. "My friend is very shy. She didn't want to come over her by herself to thank you for the drink." "Aw. That's sweet," the guy responded. His hand casually touched my leg. I jumped. Heather caught me and smiled. I stood back up and she gave me a nudge and I landed in the guy's lap. "Ooo! Frisky little thing aren't you?" he said. He put his arms around my waist and held me tight on his lap. I could feel him getting hard and pushing against my short skirt. "I'm heading back to the table," Heather said. I started to protest, but she stopped me. "No no. You two have fun. We'll keep your dinner warm." She turned and waived. "Bye." I sat there on his lap, too frightened to say anything. He stared at me, checking me out. His hand rubbed against my leg and I wanted to bolt out of there. "You look nervous. Would you like some wine?' he asked. He handed me a glass and I slowly took it and sipped the wine. His hand moved up my leg and touched my skin at the top of my stocking. I reached down and moved it away. Allison got up and walked over to the guys table. "Excuse me, would you gentlemen like to join us for dinner?" she asked. He looked at his watch. "Unfortunately, no," he said. "We have a basketball game to get to and we're already late." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card. He slipped it into my cleavage. "But give me a call sometime. I'd like to see more of you," he finished. I got up off his lap and took the card out of my chest. Allison took a card out and wrote a phone number on the back. "Here's our number," she said, winking at him. I walked as fast as I could back to the table. I sat down and looked at the card. 'William Esterhouse, Financial Consultant'. I got back to the table and sat down. I'm sure I was turning all shades of red. "Well, how was it?" Heather asked. Allison smiled. "She got his phone number," she replied. "Lucky you," Jacqueline said. "He's cute." "Great! Jessie's back!" Heather yelled. "Let's go dancing!" Allison said. Jacqueline frowned. "I think we'll pass. Inga and I have some work to catch up on." "Oh come on!" Allison said. Inga shook her head. "I have to bail too," Heather said. "I'm getting a headache from all the champagne." "Aw!" Allison said. She turned to me. "Guess it's just you and me, hon." She got up from the table. "You all take the car home. It's only a few blocks. We'll walk." We all got up and walked slowly out of the restaurant. As we passed the two guys, Allison smiled. William winked at me and brushed his hand against my leg. "I think he likes you," she said. I glared at her. We walked out the door and waived to the others as they got into the limo. The wind was blowing and I had to keep my hands down to stop my skirt from blowing up. We got lots of whistles and shouts as we walked slowly down the street. We stopped at a traffic light and this white Lincoln pulled up next to us. "Hey ladies, need a lift?" one guy said, sticking his head out of the window. Allison shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?" she asked. He hopped out of the front seat and opened both doors for us. Allison slid into the front and I reluctantly got in back. The guy slid in next to me and slammed the door shut. They both reeked for alcohol and cigarettes. "So where you girl going?" the guy in the front asked. "Well, we WERE going to Club Risqu?, but now." She looked at him. "I'm not so sure I need to." "All right," he replied, smiling. I started to panic. The guy in the back slid closer to me. "And how are you tonight, sexy?" he asked me. I tried to move away, but he had me pressed against the door. "She doesn't talk much," Allison said. "But she's a great cocksucker." He looked at me, licking his lips. "Let's just pull over here for a few minutes," the driver said. The second guy slid even closer and grabbed my top. With a small pull, the top opened up exposing my cleavage. "Ooo! You've got some nice tits," he said. He ran his hand across the erect nipples and squeezed them hard. Allison and the driver turned around and looked over the backseat. "What about you two?" the guy asked. "Not right now," Allison replied, smiling. "I like to watch." He shrugged his shoulders and kept working on my tits. He ran his hand down my stomach and slowly massaged the top of my leg. I started to sweat. He moved back and undid the buckle on his belt and pulled his pants off. His dick was already hard. "Come on, baby," he said, waving it in front of me. "Suck it." I pulled back again. He grabbed my neck and pulled me on to his cock. I felt another hand on the back of my head. It let me up a little and held me there. I felt the guy move his hips so his cock went in and out of my mouth. "Oh...yeah! Wrap those hot lips around it," he said. I panicked. Here I was, trapped, sucking some strange guy's cock. "Isn't this how you imagined it with me?" Allison whispered in my ear. "Both of us in the back seat of a car somewhere? Your pants at your knees and my lips around your hot cock?" she hissed. He bucked his hips faster. I tasted his pre-cum as he slid in and out. I couldn't bring myself to swallow it. She continued. "This is what you wanted from me, right slut? To treat me like the piece of meat you think I am? Imagining how you could fill my mouth and pussy with your hot cum?" "Roll her over," Allison commanded. The guy smiled and rolled me on my back. He stood up and kept pumping his cock in my mouth. "That's it!" she yelled. "Faster! Faster! Bang the slut!" Fear gripped my whole body. All I could see was the guy's dick in my mouth. His face was contorting. I knew very soon, I would have a mouth full of cum. "DO IT!" she yelled. "I'm cumming!!" he screamed. Wave after wave of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Most of it dripped out of my mouth, but I had to swallow some of it. I gagged as it kept coming. I thought it would never stop. Soon, he fell over and lay on the car floor. I rolled over and spit what I could out of my mouth and on to the seat. I coughed and gagged, sure that I was going to throw up. "How was she Bobby?" the first guy asked. He managed to sit up. "Oh man! Fucking fantastic!" he said. "You ought to try her out." "No fucking way!" I yelled, finding the door handle and jumping out. I hit the ground and ran off as fast as I could. I didn't bother looking back. If the guy was following me, he'd catch me eventually. I heard the car peel away as I ran. I managed to duck into an alleyway and catch my breath. I didn't hear any footsteps. When I finally calmed down, I looked out on to the street. No one had followed me. I took the top off and placed it on a box. I tried to unhook the bra, but I wasn't able to break it. I sighed, put the top back on and headed out into the street. I wasn't exactly sure where I was. A taxi drove by and I flagged it down. He pulled over, looked at me and started to move again. I ran after him. "Wait! Please, wait!" I yelled. The cab hit its brakes and I got in. "Thank you so much for stopping," I said. He looked oddly at me in the mirror. I couldn't go home. I have no way to get in and the doorman would never let me inside. I gave him Rob's address and he sped off. We drove for a ? hour and finally came up to the front of my apartment building. "That'll be forty three fifty," he said. I absently reached to the side of the skirt, looking for a pocket. "Oh Shit," I whispered. "Um, I don't seem to have my wallet on me. If you'll wait a minute, I'll..." He slammed the car in park and leaned over the back seat. "You fucking girls are all the same!" he spat. "Think you can get a free ride, just because you look cute!" He started to climb over. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He jumped over the seat and I grabbed at the car handle. He managed to pull me back and place me over his lap. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me," he said, smiling. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down to the top of my leg. "Wait! I'll get you your money," I yelled. He brought his hand up and slapped my ass. The sting almost sent me leaping out of his lap. He continued to smack me; each slap harder than the last. "You think you can get away with this kind of shit!" he yelled as he smacked me. "You needed to have had this done years ago." Each word brought on another slap. My eyes were burning. Finally, he stopped and rubbed my swollen ass. "Mmm! So cute," he said. "Are you finished?!" I screamed. He shook his head and opened the door. "Now get the fuck out of my cab!" he yelled. I hobbled out of the taxi and he got in the front seat and drove quickly away. I rubbed my ass and walked slowly to the door. I ran the bell. "Yeah?!" Rob answered. Rob was the guy who worked next to me. I figure if anyone could help me, it would be him. "Rob, it's me. Open up," I said. "Sure." He replied and pushed the buzzer. I opened the door and walked slowly upstairs. He had left the door opened. I pushed it and lumbered inside. Rob was sitting eating a pizza and watching television. "What's up?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the TV. "Don't ask," I said. I headed to the kitchen to get some water. I had to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. He poked his head up. "Who are you?" I turned around. "Rob, its Ed. Please don't start," I said. "I've had a really bad night." "ED?! Holy shit! What the fuck?!!" he replied. He got up and walked closer. "Are they real?" he poked my breasts. "No," I didn't even have the strength to slap him away. I turned and spit some water into the sink. "Look, help me get out of this stuff." I walked to the bathroom. Rob followed like a lost puppy. I tugged at the wig. "Fuck!" I said. "Here. Pull." I said, giving him a lock of the hair. Rob and I both yanked at the top of the wig. "OW! OW! OW!" I screamed. "Stop." I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a complete disaster; the long blond locks were hopelessly tangled. The rest of my makeup was still intact, including my huge red lips. I took the top off and threw it on the floor. Rob sat like a child and stared at my cleavage. I slapped him. "Cut it out," I said and turned around. "Try to get this bra off." Rob reached slowly for the latch and tried to take it apart. "Come on, man." Rob grunted. "Sorry, dude. It's not coming off." I took off my skirt and tried to get rid of the garter belt, stockings and panties. I had the same luck as with the bra. "AARRGGHHH!" I yelled. I thumped down on the toilet. "Get me a scissors." "Don't have one," he answered. "How about a knife?" Rob walked into the kitchen with a small steak knife. It was rusted and had food all over it. "Yuck! Got anything clean? I'll probably get hepatitis from this thing." "Sorry, that's it." I threw the knife in the sink. "Got any cold cream or Noxzema?' I asked. Rob shook his head. "Shit!" I replied. "So what happened?" Rob asked again. I sighed. "Remember when you said that Allison was going to kick my ass for staring at her?" Rob nodded. "Well, she did worse" I sat there on the toilet lid and told Rob the whole story. Every small bit of it. Rob sat on the edge of the bathtub, listening with his mouth wide open. "Amazing!" he said. "I did try to warn you." I got up. "Oh, shut up." I replied. "I've got to try to get some sleep. Mind if I crash here tonight. I certainly can't go home looking like this." "Sure. You want a T-shirt to sleep in?" he asked. I nodded. He went into a drawer and pulled out an Iron Maiden T-Shirt. "Here." He tossed it at me. I put the shirt on and crawled into bed. Rob's bedroom set had two single beds. He bought it at a garage sale for a really cheap price. Rob went to his bed and got in. "Thanks again," I said. "I really appreciate it." "No problem." He turned off the light and rolled over. In the middle of the night, I felt another weight on the bed. "Huh?" I asked. "Shhhh!" Rob replied. "It's ok." He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled himself in close. I could tell he was naked. "Please, Rob." I whined, sounding almost like a real girl. "Get out." He tightened his grip on me and started bucking his hips against my ass. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the soft material of the panties. "Mmmmm!" he moaned. He rubbed harder and bucked faster. I lay there, waiting until her was finished. He reached his hands across; one went for my breasts and the other for my 'pussy'. Rob grabbed and squeezed and rubbed until I felt his body straighten and felt him press harder on my back. "Oh Shit!" he whispered in my ear as he came all over my ass and back. He rolled back over and closed his eyes. I sighed and rolled out of bed. I could feel the cum dripping down my back and across my thighs. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. "Just great," I whispered. I cleaned myself up and walked over to the couch. Grabbing a blanket, I turned off the TV and tried to get back to sleep. ************************************************************************ I heard thumping noises. I peeked over the couch and saw Rob taking pots out of the top cabinet. He was still naked. "Can you keep it down?" I yelled. "Hey Dude! I had the weirdest fucking dream last night," he said. He looked at me and smiled. "I guess it wasn't a dream. I got up and talked to the kitchen. "Coffee!" Rob went to the coffee machine and started it up. I sat on one of the chairs at the table. "What the hell am I going to do?" I asked. He handed me a cup and sat down. "You can stay here as long as you want," he replied. "Sure. You just want a hot, sexy girlfriend," I said. "And what's your point?" I was about to throw something at him, when the phone rang. "Hello?" Rob said. "Oh, shit. Yeah, he's here." He handed the phone to me. "It's Allison," he replied. I slowly put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I asked. "Well, did you have fun last night?" she asked, laughing. "I ought to report you to the police!" I asked, harshly. "How dare you..." She cut me off. "Report ME?" she asked. "Why? I didn't do anything. You obviously like dressing up like a girl. We went out to dinner and you decided to get into a car with a couple of strangers. If anything, you should report them." She paused for a minute. "But you won't, will you? How would you explain what happened? The cops would think you were some kind of pervert who likes to dress up in women's clothes. And I have the pictures to prove it. Besides, you don't even know how to find them." I put my head down, defeated. "What do you want?" I asked. "Two things," she replied. "First, if you go downstairs to the front door, you'll find a box with removers for the things you're wearing. Solvent for the glue on your wig and bra; nail polish remover and make up remover." I turned to Rob. "Go downstairs and look for a box addressed to me. Bring it up for me." Rob left the room and ran downstairs. "What else?" I asked. "I want to make sure that you've learned your lesson," she said. "To know that a woman is not just a piece of mean for you to ogle as you please. And what it feels like to have that done to you." She paused. "I hope you do. Because if I EVER catch you doing that again to any other girl, I will make these changes permanent. Got it?" Rob came back in holding a large shipping box. "Open it up," I said, quickly. Rob grabbed the dirty steak knife from the bathroom and ripped the box open. He pulled out three bottles. I grabbed them and read the labels. "Stay away from me and I'll stay away from you. Deal?!" I replied. "See you at work on Monday," she answered and hung up. I took the bottles and ran into the bathroom. I applied the solvent on the base of the wig and slowly peeled it off my head. It felt great to get rid of that. I had Rob come in and do the same to the bra, garter belt and panties. I quickly removed them and started working on the makeup. Within a few minutes, I could see my old self in the mirror again. Lastly, was the nail polish. I sat down on the toilet again and sighed heavily. Rob handed me my clothes. "Get out of here," I replied. I got dressed and went home. ************************************************************************ I heard the clicking of heels against the ceramic floor outside my cube. I looked at the clock; 3:45. I figure Allison must be heading over to Heather's desk. I watched as John across the hall from me, rolled his chair out into the corridor. He smiled as he watched Allison walk by. "You know, she's gonna kick your ass," I said as he rolled back inside. "She's got no clue, man," he replied. "Besides, what's the harm of just looking?" I shrugged my shoulders and went back to work.