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By the (Personnel) Book - Chapter 4 If you've been following my story, you'll recall that I had been sent into my "special" room with a workman who had been doing some construction work in there. As it turned out, Hal had placed a permanent kneeling pad in front of a massive leather lounge chair, and I found him stretched out - naked from the waist down - with a massive cock standing fully erect in anticipation. Dressed in the sluttiest possible clothing - micro-mini cut way above my garters, no panties, with glossy coral lips, I did what I knew I had to. I knelt on the new "prayer bench," wrapped my manicured hands around his enormous cock, and brought it to my lips. I started with several kisses that left lipstick stains on him, then began to pump him with my hands and lick his tip gently. He became harder by the second, and soon he reached over, grabbed the back of my head and rammed the cock down my throat, causing me to gag. "The sooner I get happy, the sooner you can breathe, bitch!" Hal said. "Or do you want me to tell Ellen that you left me dissatisfied? Yeah, I know the policy. I heard what she told you." He rammed my head down onto his cock several more times, and I began sucking more furiously. Then he grabbed me again, pulled me in and held me, and I could feel him throbbing and spewing down the back of my throat. I gagged horribly, and he withdrew, still spraying buckets of cum into my hair and all over my face. "Just in time, sissy bitch," Hal said. "Now get the fuck out of here." I was still gagging, my face and hair covered in his sticky goo. "May I clean up first." "Shit no. This is the men's room. The CUSTOMER men's room. Now get out." I slipped out the door, my head down, got my purse and started toward the restroom. Luckily, it was empty for once. I made myself vomit by placing a finger down my throat, then washed my face completely and began re- doing my makeup. I was able to get most of the cum out of my hair by wiping and brushing, but there were several spots on my blouse. Madge came in. "Hey girl - re-doing your makeup? Not a bad idea. Hey, what's this?" She pointed to the spots on my blouse. "There's a little in your hair. Have you been being a naughty girl?" she asked. I began to cry. "I don't know. There didn't seem to be any other way, and there was this horrible man, and Ellen said I'd lose my job if he didn't tell her he was completely satisfied." "Did she tell you how to ... uh ... satisfy him? "No." "And she won't. I know her. All she cares about is the result. If you try to tell her, she won't listen. Neither will Lynn. You're not the first Customer Satisfaction Manager we've had, you know," she said. "But I need this job." "You need it worse than you know. They'll pay you a lot. You'll get a lot of extra benefits. But if you try to quit, you'll never get a decent job. Lynn has connections with every employer in the state," said Madge. "Want my advice? Learn to like it. Take the money. You might even decide it's fun, and they won't all be that bad." "How often will that happen?" "Quite a lot, I'm afraid." Less than encouraged, I finished my makeup, using a little extra mascara and lip gloss. Just then, a voice came over the loudspeaker. "Patti, please report to the operations office. You have a customer." I returned to my desk, where I found Ellen waiting. "Well, you got by that time. Hall said you were ok - nothing special, but you're still new. Now, remember Ken who was here earlier? He's in my office, and I'm about to bring him out to meet you more formally. You need to know that he likes to flirt, and the more you play along, the better he'll like you. So when he comes out, I don't want any more of this standoffish shit. You get over there and make him feel special. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." "And remember this. I don't ever want to know what goes on behind that door. How you satisfy the customer is your business. I only care about the result. But when you're out here, I want you to know you are company property. You have no right to privacy. If any customer - or for that matter, any employee - just wants to come by and gawk at you or play with the merchandise, you know what to say." "I'd love it." "With meaning." "Oh, please, yes. I'd LOVE IT!" I said. "Much better." She stuck her head in her office. "Ken, Patti's back. You said you were looking forward to addressing some customer satisfaction issues with her." Ken emerged from the office, grinning smugly. I stepped over to him, took him by the hand and edged right up so close that our bodies were touching. "Ken, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to working with you." "Yes, I was just looking forward to it. So tell me, Patti..." He lost his train of thought as I placed his hand against my own erection, which had caught me by surprised. I placed my coral lips near his face and whispered, "Do you mind these?" I tried to keep the whole thing out of sight, but I'm certain Ellen knew just what was going on. He reached down right in front of Ellen and pulled up my skirt, revealing my erection. "Ellen, I'd say your girl's pretty happy to be here," he said. "Would you like to begin our conference?" "I'd love it!" I said, caressing his erection with my free hand. "Well, I'll leave you two to get on with your work," she said. I placed my lips close to his face again and smiled. "How may I be of service?" I asked. Without a word, he took reached over, held my dick, and headed for the door of my special room. Soon, we were in "69" position as I began to apply my limited skills to his cock, which fortunately was a good bit smaller than Hal's. It occurred to me that for once, I was enjoying myself when suddenly he erupted. He abandoned my little cock and laid his head back. "Aaahh!!! Suck it all out. That's it!" This time, I made sure he was through spewing before I released it. "Finish me!" I said. "Fuck you. This is about me, not about you. I'm done," he said. He allowed me to get dressed and return to my desk. Just then, Lynn was coming through. "Well well, we seem to be out of compliance, don't we?" "Ma'am?" "I don't see any lipstick. You know the rules." I wanted to say, "Of course I'm not wearing lipstick - I just rubbed it all off sucking our precious customer who didn't even return the favor!" but I restrained myself. "Sorry, ma'am. I've had a busy afternoon. I was just about to go take care of it." I hurried to the restroom, rinsed out my mouth, induced vomiting again, and re-did my lips. Two other ladies I didn't know where freshening their makeup as well. Ellen and Lynn were waiting to greet me back in the office. "I'm really proud of you," said Ellen. "Ken said you were very perceptive and helpful. But we do have a minor problem. Our in-house attorney, Jan, was in here earlier and is concerned that some people who don't want to see what's beneath your skirt might be offended. While our office is private, she has a point that in public places, it could be termed as indecent exposure." My hopes soared. "So what can we do about it?" I asked. "We're obviously going to have to relax your dress code a bit. Starting tomorrow, you'll be allowed to wear panties. And you may have your desk back. I'm a little disappointed, though, because everybody really liked having that ... uh ... readily available," said Ellen. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, immediately wishing I hadn't. Lynn faced me. "Just try extra hard to be cute and charming. You know, we've been telling you that you'll receive a lot of benefits for good performance on your job. How would you like some free cosmetic surgery?" she asked. "Like what?" "Nothing you wouldn't like. Just a few things that would help you fit in better, and even if you eventually left SPS and had a different dress code, you'd be fine. We'll let the surgeon make the decisions. She knows best," said Lynn. "I guess that's ok. It's really nice of you, and I know those operations cost thousands of dollars. When do you want to do it?" I asked. "They have an opening tomorrow, as a matter of fact," said Ellen. "The doctor had a major surgery canceled, so they have the whole staff available. If you can run over there now, they'll wait for you," said Lynn. "I rode in with Cindy this morning." "That's OK," said Cindy's voice. "It's about quitting time. We can take her by there if you like." "There, it's all settled!" said Lynn. "Get your panties on and head on over there!" "Better hurry. Here, just put them on here," said Cindy, handing me a pair of the ones bought earlier. As we got in the car, Madge asked if I had recovered from my session with the worker. "What was that about?" "I'd rather not talk about it. Would that be okay?" I said. "Sure, honey. Anyway, this is really exciting. This doctor did my nose last year, and the company paid for it. What all are they doing?" "I'm not sure. We're about to talk about it." When we arrived at the doctor's office, they were waiting for us. "Thanks for coming!" said the receptionist, taking us straight to the consulting room. "Do you want them with you?" she asked. "It's fine, for now," I said. "Do you mind?" "Of course not," said Cindy. "Now you just relax and start getting excited about some great changes." At that moment, the door opened and a tall brunette in scrubs walked in. "Hi Cindy! This is a nice surprise." "Hello Dr. Mears. Patti, meet Dr. Angie Mears, the best plastic surgeon in town." "Thank, Cindy. Now Patti, you know that doctor/patient confidentiality applies, so if you're uncomfortable with others here, they can wait outside. Also, since SPS is paying the bills, they'll have to know what we're doing, of course. Is all that OK with you?" "Yes ma'am," I said. "Now, I understand that you're a biological male. May I see?" Moments later I was spread-eagle on the table. The doctor put on gloves and examined my genitals. "My. You know, the company won't pay for it, but if you ever decide to, we can make this larger. If you weren't dressed like you are, I'd call it an emergency surgery," she said. "Just kidding. Now, do we need to go over all the details, or do you trust me to do what's best?" "How about something in between?" I asked. She carefully exampled my eyes, cheekbones, nose, lips and chin. Then she had me remove my stained blouse and bra. "Your clothes would fit better if we gave you a little fullness in here," she said, touching my chest. "And maybe a little work around the chin, lip augmentation, and brow lift. You're really quite beautiful and don't need a lot. If you're feeling nervous, I can admit you and give you something to help you sleep tonight." "That would be great. Thanks!" I said. I turned to Cindy. "Cindy, would you mind bringing my toothbrush and a change of clothes?" "We have your clothes in the car. I'll iron a set and bring it to you," she said. "Will she be able to leave tomorrow?" she asked the doctor. "I'd say so, but she'll be groggy. You'll need to drive her home, and if possible, someone should stay with her tomorrow night." "I'll do it," said Cindy. "I'll be back in a little while with your toiletries." After taking the pill the nurse gave me, I followed an orderly to the overnight room and slept soundly through the night. Soon, a nurse in scrubs awakened me and introduced the anesthetist, who explained the anesthesia. "You'll be asleep for the surgery itself, but after a while they'll bring you out to guide them on the saline decision.." "Saline decision?" "What we actually put in the breast is a small expandable bulb. That lets us do it through a scope, so the cuts are tiny - hardly bigger than an injection. Then we'll do the rest of the surgery and you'll be awake to guide saline infusion that provides the breast fullness. While that's going on, I'll be feeding you some drugs that introduce some euphoria to make it a wonderful experience. I've hard ladies say it's like a 20- minute orgasm. But you'll be able to talk to the doctor and tell her when the breasts are the size you want." I thanked her, and a short while later, Dr. Mears came in. "Any questions before you go in?" she asked. "No, I think I'm ready." A few minutes later, the anesthetist had insert my IV and begun sedating me. The next thing I knew, I became conscious of a number of masked faces, and Dr. Mears was talking. "You did great, honey, and now all we have to do is fill up those breast implants. I'll take them up to what I think is a minimum acceptable size, and you guide me from there," she said. Then the anesthetist spoke up. "While she's doing that, I'll make sure you feel ok. If you need more, just say "more" or "yes." At that moment, the promised wave of euphoria swept through my body, causing me to arch up and catch my breath. "Oops, looks like a little too much. I'll dial it back," the anesthetist said. Meanwhile, Dr. Mears was explaining the saline infusion. "So beyond a certain point, I'll be asking you if you want me to keep making them bigger. You can watch through the mirror above," she said, pointing to it. I nodded, and she began. Another wave of euphoria, but smaller. I arched my back slightly, and a nurse reached over to hold me down. As she did, she jarred the mirror, so instead of looking at the IV line, where the anesthetist was injecting the "feelgood" drug. Not wanting to disturb the doctor, I didn't say anything, since there was nothing left to see. Moments later, I felt a growing fullness in my chest, but I was unable to see it. What I did see was the anesthetist injecting something into the line, and another wave of excitement swept over me. Everything blurred, and I could barely remember what was going on. "Want some more?" I assumed it was the anesthetist asking if I wanted more of the wonder drug. "Yes, please!" I said, but I didn't feel another wave. "OK, here comes some more," and I still felt nothing. Perhaps I was topping out or growing accustomed to the drug. "Please, don't stop now," I pleaded. "I want more - a lot more." "We've already done quite a bit, but here's another couple hundred cc's," the voice said. "These are getting awfully big. If we do much more you'll have trouble finding clothes that fit." "Huh?" I said, realizing for the first time that the doctor had been talking about the saline in my breasts. The doctor stopped and looked at the mirror. "Can you even see yourself?" she asked. The nurse who had bumped the mirror adjusted it, and for the first time I saw my chest, with massive, full breasts and huge, dark areolae and a nipple sticking out a full half-inch. "Wait," I realized, coming out of my fog. "I thought I was talking to the anesthetist." "No problem," said Dr. Mears. "You'll just have some really gorgeous breasts. You're going to love them. Lots of women are scared to ask for that much, so it probably worked out for the best. Well, we're all done!" I drifted back to sleep, waking a couple of hours later to find Cindy and Ellen at my bedside. "We wanted you to know we're here for you. The doctor says you're going to be a knockout." "I'll say," said Dr. Mears, walking in at that precise moment and joining in the conversation. "The bandages will have to stay on a few hours, and she should take off from work until Monday, but by then, we'll have the new Patti for the world to see," she said. My clearing head was full of questions. "What all did you do? How different will I look?" "You'll look like a devastating beauty," said Dr. Mears. "We did a brow lift, shaved some of your chin bone off to five you a more feminine face and gave you some lips that would make Angelina Jolie jealous. It's not the old collagen injections that just lasted a few months. This is a high-tech material that bonds with your natural tissue and is already becoming part of you. Best of all, the material draws your natural collagen, so your lips will actually grow even larger over time. That will be the noticeable change. Well, that and these," she said, pulling back the cover to reveal an industrial-appearing bra covering two very large mounds. "How much of that is padding?" I asked. "Not much," said the doctor. "The bra is designed to support you during the healing, which will only take a couple of days, but it's actually very thin. If you're wondering, it's a 38 DD." I gasped. "I'll be a freak!" "Not at all. With more women getting surgery, breasts are growing larger. People expect more. You'll stand out and get attention, for sure. But you won't be a freak, I promise," said the doctor. "Would you like to see?" "Yes, please," I said. The doctor placed a support under my breasts and looked around. "Do you mind if they stay?" "No, that's fine," I said. Dr. Mears released the clasp and the bra fell away, exposing the kind of mounds that usually turn up only in porn magazines. "Damn!" said Cindy. "Double damn! Girl, you really did it right," said Ellen. "The customers are gonna love those melons. And look at the nipples!" "Some girls like the option of having their nipples visible," said the doctor. "I did these so that they'll show through nearly anything, unless you tape them down or wear a thick sweater. That way she can be respectable if she likes, but she can also show them off in a way that makes everybody take notice," she said. "Can we make them a little smaller?" "Not now, honey," said Dr. Mears. "That's why I had you guiding me during surgery. Sorry for the miscommunication, but you kept saying 'MORE' and we kept going. But it's a one-way ticket. Once it's in, we can't get it out. You're looking at the new you. Spectacular, aren't they?" "Yes ma'am." I didn't know what to think, truthfully. The doctor re-fastened my bra, and Cindy took me home. Ellen stopped us on the way out. "Cindy, why don't you take a couple of days off and stay with Patti. Would you mind terribly? Maybe she'll feel good enough to do a little shopping. The tops she has will never keep those tits contained. Don't worry - it's on the house. We paid for the breasts, so we'll pay for the clothes to, uh, maximize the new assets. Oh, and remember. The company paid for those, so we'll want everybody to see them. Do you get my drift?" Two days later Cindy had been an angel taking care of me for the past two days. I was concerned she was using up vacation time. "Not at all. They just gave me this as a company assignment, so I'm not losing anything. See? They really care about you. You're very important to them. And the way you look now, I think you'll be more valuable than ever," she said. "Anyway, it's time for your follow-up appointment," she said. The appointment took only a few minutes. "You're a fast healer," said Dr. Mears. "Wow, those are the sexiest lips I've ever done. And these breasts, well ... let me show you a little bonus I threw in just for you." She pressed her fingers on my nipples and gently rubbed them, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through my entire body. I threw my head back and screamed, "OH GOD!!!" "Care to try?" she said, turning to Cindy. "Do you mind, Patti?" "I'D LOVE IT!!!" I screamed between heavy breaths, meaning it for once. Patty placed some lotion on my aerola and nipples and massaged it in with her fingers, taking me straight to a level of bliss I'd never imagined could exist. "What did you do?" I asked the doctor. "Very few people know it, but the reason breasts play the role they do in our society is that there's a neural connection to the brain, where it intersects with the sex organs. I just spliced into that neural connection and created a pleasure machine. Unlike orgasms produced by this little guy," she said, patting my groin, "this never has to recharge. It can go full blast as long as you've got somebody playing with the nipples. But be careful. Just slipping clothes over it can set you off. You don't want to start screaming in the middle of the mall," she said. "By the way, they're ready now. You can get some prettier things. I know you'll want to put them on full display for the world to see. None of that stuff," she said, referring to the sweatshirt I had worn to the appointment. I thanked her and we left. "She's right. Time to go shopping," said Cindy. "First, we have to get you some bras." Soon, we were back in Victoria's Secret, where the same salesgirl greeted us. "Hi girls! Welcome back. You know, I don't think I ever really introduced myself. It's Penny, but don't think I'm cheap," she said, laughing far too much for such a bad joke. "Hi, Penny," said Cindy. "Patti has some new boobies we need to take care of." "Lips too! Hot! Let's see what we have," she said, getting the tape. "Let's step into a changing stall. I can be more accurate with nothing on them." When I removed my bra, Penny put her hand to her mouth. "Jesus Christ! You really went all out! We're going to have a lot of fun with those." "Now, what are we after. I assume you didn't get those knockers to hide them. I recommend either plunge or demi cup. Probably some of each to give you the maximum flexibility. Hey, we have a limited edition crystal wave push-up bra I'd love to try. It's $100 but worth ten times that. Let's get started." The bra lived up to its billing, providing support from underneath while pushing my breasts together. "Shoot, girl, you're not gonna be able to wear a turtleneck without cleavage!" said Penny. Even I laughed, but I did worry about attracting too much attention. When we were done, I had a dozen bras in a variety of colors - black, red and white. A couple even supported from beneath without covering the nipples, "for those days you want to show of those huge nipples or just keep them handy," she said. We returned to Bebe's to start building my wardrobe again. Once again, Tiff waited on us. She noted I was dressed in sweats rather than a dress. "What's with this? You don't like the clothes you bought?" "On, everybody loved them, didn't they, Patti?" "Some more than others," I said. "But Patti got a major boob job, so we've got to get some tops and dresses. She can't fit in the other ones." "What do you want to show more - shape or skin?" "I've never really thought about it," I said. "I'm not sure I want to advertise too much." "Honey, you're gonna be a walking billboard at Times Square, no matter what we put you in, so let's do it right. If it looks like you're trying to hide them, people will think you're ashamed. What do you think, Cindy?" "I think she needs a mix of things. Some scooped, some low and straight across with a push-up, maybe some plunging V's," she said. "I think maybe more dresses, too." "Well, you've got to have a little black dress, Patti. Do we still have the same length requirements?" "Yes, but I can wear panties now." "That's OK, but they've got a lot more to look at now," said Tiffany. "Just those lips are gonna have men squirming. I guarantee you every healthy male who sees you will have instant wood. It'll be all they can do not to cum in their trousers! Here, try this?" she said, handing me a tiny, thin black dress. Cindy accompanied me into the changing room to handle the zipper. "Let's try this with a demi bra," she suggested, handing me a black one that pushed my breasts together. The dress fit tightly with a rounded neckline that showed everything within down to my areolae. "That's really stunning," said Patti. "That's a definite yes." She checked the hemline. "Just right," she said. I looked in the full length mirror and nearly had an orgasm of my own. As I turned from side to side, I realized that almost every move either pulled the hemline up - exposing more leg and garter - or down, causing more boob to show. Well, I thought, at least I have panties. We purchased five other sets - three dresses and two two-piece outfits. All showed my cleavage to the max. "It's not really that they're all designed that way. It's just that a girl your, uh, size is going to show no matter what she's wearing," said Tiffany. "Just flaunt it and enjoy it to the max." "Only thing now is, the makeup colors don't work any more," said Cindy. "That look was for a young, bright-eyed, eager young girl. Now you're a sex bomb. When we're done here, let's go back to see if Dana's working," she said. I wore a tight micro mini and a draping knit top for the rest of the shopping. My nipples were sticking out prominently through the thin material. Dana was indeed working, and her jaw dropped when she saw us. "Oh the stool. We have some serious work to do," she said. "Incredible - look at those lips. Wow! And those eyebrows. Can I have free reign?" "Sure," said Cindy. She worked for nearly an hour, darkening and lining my eyes, then she paused thoughtfully. "Now, lips. The coral's too innocent. Red's too hackneyed. I know!" She began looking through her pencils and pulled out one that was dark purple. "I've never seen lips like these. You have two choices, really. One is to just use clear gloss. If you keep them plenty shiny, nothing's sexier. But if you use color, make it bold. She lined my lips, then picked up a lipstick. "Full Blown. It's a very intense purple. Pucker up. Now, I'm adding a lipglass called Flashmode. It's a bright fuscia. There. What do you think?" She handed me a mirror. "I'll tell you what I think," said another customer who was getting a makeover in the next chair. . "There's not a man in the world who can see that lip without imagining it around his pole. We'll take it!" "What do you think, Cindy?" "I think you're the sexiest creature on the planet. Period. Let's go by the office and show Ellen." It was 4 p.m., but things were hopping in the office when we walked in. We stopped first in the restroom to make sure my lips were perfect. "It's a high maintenance lip. Whatever you touch, you'll leave your mark, so you'll have to be careful to get in here a lot. But boy, is it worth it!" said Cindy. Madge came out of a stall and said, "Let's see. FUCK ME!!!" "Madge, take it easy." "No I mean it. I'm straight, and all I can say is I'd give anything to have that gorgeous creature for a night. I'd better get back to my office before I attack you," she said. We looked at one another silently for a moment. "I'm sure she was playing with you," said Cindy. "We'll see. It's kind of fun seeing the reactions. But admit it. I now officially look like a slut." "You now officially look like a wet dream, a fantasy, a sex machine. You're the hottest thing ever. I wouldn't mind crawling into bed with you myself," she admitted. "God help any men that see you." It didn't take long before that happened. Ken, the customer who had gone 69 with me a few days earlier, was in Ellen's office. "God damn!" he said, his eyes glued to my chest. "May I?" I decided to play it up. Besides, he was due to give me some pleasure. I walked up so close I could feel his erection against my body. I placed my hand around it. Then I pulled my neckline down slightly and opened the clasp of my bra, right there in the office. "I'd LOVE it!!" I said. He began massaging my nipples, sending me into orgasmic delight. After a minute or so, I moved his hands away and re- covered my breasts. "Well, it was my turn," I said with a wink. Ken turned to jello. "Uh, could we, uh ..." I moved back close to him, grabbed his erection and brushed my purple lips across his, adding a second mark on his cheek. "You wouldn't want to put me to work on my off day, would you? Besides, I imagine you could have yourself feeling pretty good in just a second or two, couldn't you?" "Mm, yes." I handed him a bottle of lotion from my desk. "Let's try. You have one minute. It'll be fun." He took the lotion and headed into the room. He was back out in well under a minute. "Well, I wouldn't have thought you could unzip that fast," I said flirtatiously. Ellen and Lynn came in, and Ellen read the situation immediately. "Well, Mr. Anderson, you do appear to be satisfied." "Very. But I need to go." He reached for a tissue to wipe my lipstick off his face. I grabbed his hand and took the tissue. "You're not ashamed of me? Don't you want to carry my mark with you? Please?' Ken was totally under my control. "Yes, of course. Well ladies, I'm off." "Not so fast!" I said, enjoying the sense of control. "Would you do a girl a favor? There's a Walgreen drugs a block down, and I'm all out of tampons. Would you go get me a box? It'd make me really happy if you'd come back just as you are now. Let everybody see my mark." I brushed a hand across his crotch again just for good measure. He left, returning five minutes later - still bearing the purple lip marks, and handed me a sack with the tampons. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this! But remind me to show you sometime," I said patting his dick, which was again sticking straight out. "Maybe next time, sweetie," I said in the direction of his crotch. He left again, this time for good. Ellen, Lynn and Cindy stared at me in silence. Finally, Ellen smiled. "Girls, I think we've created a monster," she said.