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THE FAKE
By Wyrdey
Gerry grinned as his promotion was announced.
"This NeuTech deal will bring in more than hundred million this year
alone, and it's all thanks to Gerry's vision and hard work," the CEO was
saying, beaming down at him.
Gerry glanced over at Frank.
His co-worker didn't look happy. He was keeping his face stony through
what was obviously a huge effort, but anyone could see that he was
fuming underneath.
Having caught his eye, Gerry smiled broadly at him and winked.
He loved this part.
Frank knew that Gerry had stolen the entire plan from him. He knew that
Gerry knew that he knew, but there wasn't a single thing that he could
do about it. To avoid looking like a bad loser Frank would have to
applaud and congratulate Gerry on having stolen his work and the
promotion that he'd been working towards for years.
Gerry chuckled to himself as he watched Frank fume.
He had gotten where he was today through a parade of moments just like
this - moments where his competitors were forced to acknowledge who the
bigger man was.
"I'm sure you're all looking forward to working under him - I know the
ladies do..." the CEO guffawed.
Everybody forced a chuckle.
The CEO and Gerry grinned at one another, they were great buddies.
Just the previous night, Gerry had tracked him down to his favourite
Strip Club. He had wanted to ensure that the promotion was his, and he
knew how easy it was to get the old fool wasted. After hours of drinks
and lap dances, all generously paid for by Gerry, his boss had been
drunk and happy enough to tell him what he'd wanted to hear.
The board had already unanimously voted him for the position.
Gerry was a great favourite of the board of directors. He was just
enough like them and just enough like the person that they wished they
were. He had been generally regarded as a real 'up-and-comer' for a long
time now.
He'd be a board member himself soon enough.
Sheila glared at Gerry.
She was the only one openly displeased by the news of his promotion.
Gerry threw a grin her way, enjoying her open annoyance almost as much
as Frank's quiet fury.
He knew why she was so angry. She had hated him for years. Back when she
was just another office worker, he had been briefly attracted to her
dark, mysterious beauty. He had ignored all the strange rumours about
her and her Gypsy heritage, and had charmed her, telling her everything
that she wanted to hear. After a few weeks, when he'd had his fun, he'd
dropped her. She'd been heartbroken at first, but then angry as she
slowly realised just how many lies he'd fed her while they were dating.
Her anger had simmered ever since.
But she had only gotten really mad in the last few days. She and Frank
were good friends, and he knew that Frank had told her about having his
idea stolen.
She had also found out how he'd done it. He'd seen that secretary of
Frank's crying in her office the other day. She was a silly little young
thing, and he'd romanced her until she trusted him enough to be left
alone in her office.
Of course, after he'd found Frank's notes he'd stopped talking to her.
The girl had seemed very upset. Apparently she'd felt too guilty to tell
Frank and so had spilled the whole thing to Sheila.
Yesterday, he'd heard something about her being in the hospital.
Something about pills.
Sheila had stormed into his office and accused him point blank. He'd
smiled smoothly and told her that he was shocked by her suspicions and
asked whether she had any proof of what she was saying.
She didn't, of course. He was too clever for that.
She'd given him the most fiery glare that he'd ever seen. "You're a
total fake, aren't you?" She'd hissed. "There's nothing real about you
at all, is there?"
He'd just sat there, giving her the grin that she hated.
She'd left early that afternoon, saying something about needing to visit
her grandmother. Gerry had met the creepy old crone once while dating
Sheila. She was like a priestess or something - toothless and always
surrounded by horrible little artifacts. People had kept bowing to her
with something like fear on their faces.
As Sheila had been on her way out of the office, for just a moment,
their gaze had met. Even Gerry had been faintly chilled by the gleam in
her eye.
But now, he was her boss and he would make her pay for her little
accusations. She must surely know that.
Gerry was vaguely surprised when Sheila returned his malicious grin.
That afternoon, Gerry sat in his new office. He was casually browsing
internet porn while he considered how he was going to take Frank and
Sheila down.
Several tasty ideas had already occurred to him.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called, standing up in case it was another board member
come to congratulate him.
In walked Frank, a strange expression on his face.
"Oh, hello," Gerry said, lazily sitting down on his desk. "Come to
congratulate me?" he smirked.
Frank's strange expression was unchanged. "Sheila told me your secret,"
he finally said.
Gerry performed a quick mental assessment of the situation. So Sheila
had told Frank about him getting friendly with the secretary. No matter,
they still had no proof. Even if the girl woke up, it would just be her
word against his.
Of course, Frank might be about to get violent. That would also be no
problem, Gerry could easily take him. And Frank would be fired for
attacking him.
Perfect.
"I don't know what you mean," Gerry smiled.
Frank closed - and locked - the door behind him.
He was planning on getting violent. Gerry pondered whether he should let
Frank get in a punch first before he retaliated. If he had a bit of a
bloody nose it would look more serious.
What should he do then...?
A swift knee to the groin?
A blow to the belly?
Put him in a headlock and snap his arm?
All of the above?
He would have to be careful that it didn't look excessive.
"I don't want to know how she found out, but she did" Frank said,
walking towards him slowly.
"What are you talking about?" Gerry asked slyly.
He would have to give a loud shout just before he leapt into action. If
the only screaming was Frank's, then people might get the wrong idea.
With studied casualness, Gerry stood up off the desk.
Frank walked right up to him, stopping when he was only inches away.
"I can still only barely believe it," Frank said, raising a hand.
Gerry watched him closely. One free punch and then...
The hand didn't go where he had expected.
Before Gerry could react, Frank had plunged the hand into his trousers.
Gerry gaped as he felt it entering his boxers, encircling his manhood,
and pulling, pulling...
The hand came snaking back out...
It was holding a stuffed sock.
Gerry blinked down at it in confusion, vaguely aware of the strange new
sensations that he was feeling between his legs.
"So it is true" Frank said, reaching up and grabbing at Gerry's nose.
Gerry gave a yelp as Frank yanked at his nose - it felt like he was
pulling his face off.
And then he felt his face come off.
Gerry gaped at the rubbery thing in Frank's hand. It looked like some
kind of cheap mask - he could even see a manufacturer's logo printed
behind the forehead.
He threw his hands to his face. He could still feel skin...
Frank was staring at him.
"Very nice..." he finally murmured as he reached up and tore at Gerry's
hair.
A ratty wig came away in his hands - a little tag underneath announced
that it was '100% synthetic'.
Gerry gave a little shriek of surprise and ran his hands over his head.
He was wearing some kind of stocking-cap. He tugged at it blindly,
feeling it tear...
Something long and soft slid around his shoulders and down his back.
He grabbed at it, lifting it up to his eyes...
Long, golden blonde hair.
Frank was still staring at him. There was a strange look in his eyes.
His hands running through his long locks, Gerry gasped in confusion and
disbelief. He ran over to the full-length mirror hanging on one of his
new office's walls...
There was a squeal of horror.
Staring back at him was an incredibly sexy girl.
She was barely twenty and looked rather strange in her big, male suit.
Gerry stared down at his arms. Why did they suddenly feel so warm and
sticky and stuffy and...
At his slightest tug they slid down like opera gloves, exposing the
slender, pale arms beneath.
Frank was behind him. "I know that it's still very hard for women in the
business world, but I never thought I'd see anyone go to this much
trouble..." he said, shaking his head.
"No!" Gerry squealed, his voice rising with his panic into a high
soprano. "I'm a man! I'm a man!"
He thrust a dainty hand into his trousers, his gorgeous little face
going slack with shock as his fingers brushed the moist little slit now
sitting between his warm, smooth thighs. He gaped at himself in the
mirror.
"Oh, come on! The game's up, sweetheart" Frank reached around in front
of him and tore open his shirt.
What could be seen of the girl's figure was even more impressive than
could have been hoped, though her chest was tightly wrapped with
bandages. Frank pulled roughly at them to the girl's gasps of protest.
They slid down her body, unravelling.
She almost lost her balance as her breasts popped free.
The two just stood there in front of the mirror, staring open-mouthed at
the mountainous bosoms bouncing before their eyes.
Gerry was struggling to keep his balance.
He screamed an undeniably girly scream and tore at his clothes. They
slid free, their thick padding falling into view, dropping to the floor,
revealing the body of a penthouse centrefold.
Gerry looked at his incredible, gorgeous, naked body as it bounced
prettily in the mirror.
He screamed and screamed.
Then he suddenly remembered Frank, who was glancing over his shoulder,
grinning.
He reached down, grabbing at the boxer shorts around his ankles and
trying to pull them up around his curvaceous hips.
Frank laughed and smacked his bare bottom.
He shrieked, and, when the boxers were finally in place, grabbed at his
vast, dancing bosoms.
"Those are quite some platforms that you're wearing" Frank said. "I'm
amazed that you can walk at all."
Gerry looked down at the huge shoes that kept him eye-level with Frank,
and swayed slightly unsteadily.
"But I suppose you got used to that in your previous job," Frank smiled,
pulling something from an inside pocket. "Sheila somehow even managed to
track down your real name"
He unfolded the paper, showing Gerry the picture of a gorgeous, naked
blonde pouting sexily at the camera as she displayed her incredible
body.
The girl was him.
The signature 'Jeri Jiggles XXOO' was written across the top in big,
pink letters.
"Sheila tells me, Miss Jiggles, that you used to one of the city's best
strippers. I wonder what made you decide to give it up and go
corporate?"
Jeri made a little squeak as she stared at herself in total disbelief.
"The question that Sheila and I have been discussing all afternoon is
'what happens now?' we think we have the answer".
"I'm not a girl! I'm not!" Jeri shrieked in her ridiculous little girly
voice. She tried to slap Frank across the face, but he easily blocked
her, laughing.
She nearly lost her balance again and suddenly realised that she had
left her bouncing breasts bare. She slapped her hands back to her chest,
blushing.
Frank obviously enjoyed this.
"Now," he said, "I could just call the board of directors and tell them
about your little secret..."
"No!" Jeri squealed desperately, still clutching at her chest.
"Maybe they'd let you keep your job - for a while, at least. But the
fact is that every paper that you've ever signed for this company would
be invalid, since they were signed with a fake name".
"It's not fake! It's not! I'm not Jeri Jiggles!" the girl squeaked.
"We'd lose a huge chunk of our business, including this new deal of
yours - congratulations on that, by the way - so much, in fact, that the
company would probably fold within the year and you'd have to go back to
stripping."
Jeri whinnied in horror.
"But," Frank said. "It's even worse than that for you. You have a bank
account in a fake name, and all kinds of fake male ID - driver's
license, passport, credit cards... That's major fraud, missy. You'd go
to prison for so long that by the time that you got out, no-one would
want your big sagging boobies rubbed in their face. You'd most likely
end up sucking cock in a gutter somewhere".
Frank paused and looked at the scared, pouting girl. He could see that
she knew that everything he was saying was totally true.
"The other possibility," he said, smiling, "is that I just forget about
this little secret of yours - as long as you resign immediately"
Something like hope spread across Jeri's cute little face.
"I'm next in line after you, and would immediately get your job. Which I
would use to hire you back - as the lowliest office girl in the
company."
"Really?" Jeri cooed. It sounded horrible, but it was much better than
the alternative.
"Yes," Frank grinned expansively. "As long as you only ever wear the
work clothes that I pick out for you" he looked down appreciatively at
her mouth-watering body. "I'll make you the sexiest little office
assistant in the world" he grinned.
Jeri gasped.
"And, whenever you're not busy being the office slut, you'll be living
with me... as my maid. You'll cook and clean for me... and satisfy my
every desire".
Jeri's eyes bulged.
"My bed should be big enough for the two of us," Frank said, still
grinning.
"No! I'm not really a girl! I'm not!" Jeri tried to back away, but Frank
grabbed her shoulders.
"The maid job starts right now... if you want it," he smiled, slowly
opening his pants.
Jeri moaned and tried to pull away. "No! I don't want to!"
"Well, then," Frank smiled. "There's only one other option" he pulled
out his cell phone.
"No! No!" Jeri whimpered and tried to grab it off him. He easily avoided
her, staring at her dancing breasts in delight as she vainly reached for
the phone.
He pressed a button and she heard it ringing.
She whined and struggled, trying to get it off him.
She couldn't let it happen! She couldn't! She could see Frank throwing
open the door and everyone flooding in, staring and laughing at her as
she stood there as she did now, trying vainly to cover her big breasts,
pouting and snivelling and begging them all to go away. She would be
dragged out and paraded around the building, taken to countless offices
as people tried to work out how such a hoax could have happened. How
would she get home? She had no clothes!
And then the disgrace! Having to stand before the board in her new,
incredible shape - how they'd all stare at her! How could she explain?
It didn't make sense even to her! And then the headlines and the
newspapers and the cameras and the reporters... the shocked disbelief of
every person that she had ever met.
And then the courts, having to go through it all again, and then...
prison!...
And then what?
Then what?
Anything would be better than that. Anything!
"Hello?" she heard the CEO's voice on the line.
Frank looked at her - in the eyes, for once.
He opened his mouth...
"NOOOO!" she squealed, diving to her knees, tearing open his pants and,
in a movement driven by shear desperation, thrusting his erect cock past
her pouting lips and deep into her mouth.
She sucked and licked at it crazily, trying to make him come in her
mouth.
"Hello? Who's there?" the voice on the phone asked angrily.
Frank looked down at the impossibly curvaceous bimbo who knelt before
him, making loud slurping sounds as she sucked madly at his cock, her
big, pretty, pleading eyes darting between his face and the phone in his
hand.
He hung up with his thumb.
"Don't stop, girly" he grinned as he placed a hand on the back of her
head. He saw her eyes widen even more and she murmured in alarm as he
thrust his cock down her little throat.
"Oooh! You're good at this, aren't you? A natural! I bet you've done
this before. No wonder you were always promoted so fast" he sneered down
at her.
She looked up at him, eyes bulging and mouth crammed full as she went on
sucking.
A slight, heavily muffled murmur somehow managed to squeeze its way from
between her huge, red cocksucking lips.
Frank smiled down at her.
He could already see how great she would look squeezed into the tiny
little French Maid's outfit that he had in mind. All those thick layers
of petticoats would raise the miniscule little pink skirt up high enough
to always reveal her big pretty ass, and the way that those monstrous
knockers would spill from that tiny little bustier...
The girl's eyes bulged even more and she vainly tried to coo in surprise
as she began to taste him on her quick little tongue.
...And she'd be glad to wear it, it would be much less revealing than
the slutty little nothings that she would be pouring herself into for
work, and she would only be allowed to wear her maid's uniform on some
days. Otherwise he'd just let her prance about the house totally naked
except for her big stripper heels and maybe a lacy little g-string if he
was feeling particularly generous. Soon she'd coo with delight whenever
he kindly let her squeeze into her pretty little maid outfit - or
whatever other sexy little skank clothes he brought home for her.
He reached down and grabbed at her bouncing breasts. Loving how they
felt as he squeezed them roughly in his hands. They were so impossibly
huge, pert, prominent, shapely, firm...
They were obviously, flagrantly fake.
Jeri Jiggles tried unsuccessfully to squeal as her master came in his
pretty little slavegirl's mouth for the first of what would be many,
many times.
The next weekend, Frank sat in his living room, reading the paper. His
new maid was fluffing about the room with her feather duster. She looked
even better than he had expected squeezed into her tiny, pink, off-the-
shoulder uniform with its little white cap and frilly apron.
She pouted back at him, still rubbing at her bare ass where it protruded
beneath her thick, flounced petticoats.
She had been a bit slow with the housework that morning and he'd had to
give her a spanking.
She was learning. Soon she'd be a very good little maid indeed.
But nevertheless, she'd been wiggling around this room for the past
hour, dusting and re-dusting every single item countless times.
Frank smiled to himself. He knew what she wanted.
The first few days, he had only kept her in check through constant, hard
spankings and reminders of the alternative to being his maid. But the
thing that had finally gotten her under control had been her discovery,
after a few days, that she had somehow become physically addicted to his
cum. After only a few hours without having some squirted into her
somewhere, she would start to feel awfully shaky - a horrible,
breathless need building deep within her...
She glanced back at him again, biting her lip.
She hadn't had any since she had woken him up with his morning blow-job.
Frank smiled as he watched her half-heartedly dust a shelf for the tenth
time. She could wait until he was good and ready. Besides, he loved it
when she finally broke, fell to her knees and begged...
Frank chuckled at the memory. He was glad with how things had turned
out.
Jeri Jiggles the naughty office girl had been a big hit with the male
staff. They loved the way she minced along, almost naked, that sexy
little petulant pout on her face, as she brought coffee for her betters.
She wasn't smart enough to do much else, but that was okay, because she
only really worked mornings, anyway. After about 11 O'clock, she would
start to feel withdrawal pangs and would begin enthusiastically
pleasuring any man who would have her. No-one else's cum was anywhere
near as satisfying to her as Frank's, and so she had to get a lot of it,
from many different people, crammed into all her orifices before she
could even start to relax.
A few days earlier, Sheila had walked in and found her on her knees,
desperately forcing her face into the CEO's hairy crotch, madly trying
to get his floppy old cock as far down her hungry little throat as she
could. Jeri had only been able to stare up at her dumbly, still slurping
at his genitals in insane need.
Sheila had apologized and left, smiling down at the moaning little slut
on the floor and giving her a sly wink.
Frank looked up from his paper. His pretty little maid had dropped her
feather duster and was vainly trying to retrieve it, teetering on her
big, pink stripper heels as she reached down. Her swaying breasts were
so large that she couldn't lean over very far without losing her
balance. She murmured in girlish frustration as she nearly reached it,
her vast bare ass wiggling high above her.
She cooed in embarrassment and tried to squeeze her immense boobs back
into her little frilly bustier - they always popped out when she leant
over.
She had almost squeezed one back in when she suddenly felt a pair of
hands grasp her tiny waist in an iron grip. She purred in surprise, but
before she could turn around she felt a long, erect cock suddenly thrust
deep into her juicy little pussy.
Her eyes bulged and she gave the little shriek of mingled horror and
delight that she always did.
Both breasts popped back out and bounced prettily in front of her as she
was fucked roughly from behind, squealing like a happy pig.
She was a real screamer.
Everyone at the office knew that by now. Her long, high screams of
feminine delight were constantly being heard from private offices, broom
cupboards, copy rooms, cubicles, reception...
Jeri Jiggles, Frank's unwilling but totally obedient little French Maid,
squealed with all that she had, her face contorted with need - like a
junky in anticipation of their next fix - as she finally felt that
wonderful explosion of delicious, oozing cum deep, deep in her happy
little slit.
She felt like she would burst with pleasure.
She never had to fake that.
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