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"Get in there and get cleaned up," he grunted, throwing me a bottle.
Hair remover. "And come out with these on, ready to go." A plain
brown box was tossed across the hotel room. The two men sitting on the
bed looked at me expectantly. With my heart pounding in my chest I
turned and walked into the bathroom.
I hadn't been sure what to expect on my first road trip with the
company, but this wasn't it. My senior sales manager had just given me
a bottle of hair remover and a box with silicone stick on breasts. I
turned the shower on hot and quickly went to work. In minutes I was
smooth all over. The instructions in the box said to apply the glue to
hot skin - the heat would ensure a good bond. Then to lay down holding
the breast in place for a few minutes. I rubbed the glue on liberally
and pressed the heavy forms on firmly, and lay down. After a few
minutes I got up carefully. In the mirror was me, a tall, skinny 25
year old blond kid, just out of university, with a spectacular set of
tits!
I went to the door of the washroom, my heart hammering and opened it.
They had both been into the mini-bar, both head swivelled on me with
hard eyes.
"Told you she'd look good," Brian muttered, wiping his mouth. Bert
just stared.
I walked into the room, naked and nervous.
"Look in the bag on the bed," Brian said, watching me closely.
In the shopping bag I found a black satin bra, matching panties and
pull up stockings.
"Get dressed," Bert laughed, his voice high pitched. He knocked
another shot back.
I clumsily got into the bra, which hoisted my ripe tits even higher on
my chest and made some rather enormous cleavage. The panties were up my
legs, then the stockings took a bit longer to sort out. They both sat
there silently the whole time watching.
Another bag flew onto the bed, making me jump.
"Get them on," Brian demanded, leaning forward on the bar stool now.
Inside the box in the bag were a pair of high heeled black boots.
Patent leather with silver buckles. They were tight, but I could get
them zipped up. I stood on them precariously.
"Don't be cutting your hair any time soon!" Bert giggled, eying the
long blond hair I'd been meaning to get cut. I brushed a lock out of
an eye anxiously.
One last bag from the bar landed on the bed.
"One last touch, then we'll be trying you out," Brian said, still
watching me closely.
Inside was makeup. I put on blush, some mascara and lipstick as best I
could.
"You'll have to get better at that honey," Brian sneered, standing up.
He unzipped his trousers and unleashed a fat, hard cock.
"Time for some practice honey, on your knees."
I slowly went down on my knees and he approached. That cock just
seemed to get bigger and bigger, then suddenly it was at my lips. His
hands were in my hair and he pulled my mouth onto his dick, pushing it
deeper and deeper, until it touched the back of my throat. I started
to gag and he laughed.
"Gonna have to work on that too sweet lips," Brian looked down at me,
his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth.
"Mind if I have a go," Bert asked from the bar?
"I think she's up for it," Brian laughed, massaging my head as he
pulled it back and forth. My lips traced the outlines of his prick.
I heard Bert get up. Brian maneuvered me around until he could sit on
the bed, his cock in my mouth the whole time. Bert's hands grasped my
hips and lifted me onto my knees. I was now on the toes of my boots
and my stockinged knees, panting through my nose as I realized what
Bert was doing. My panties slid down my thighs half way and I felt
Bert's finger pressing against my anus.
"Say you want it princess," Brian snapped, pulling me off his cock for
a response.
"I... I want it," I stammered, my voice sounding high pitched and
feminine even to me.
"See Bert? She wants it!" Brian laughed, "say you want his cock up
your ass honey, you want it bad."
"I... I want... Bert's cock up my ass... I want it bad."
"How can you not want to fuck her Bert? She's begging for it!"
Bert laughed as his sweaty, long fingered hands grasped my hips and he
pressed into me. He must have been wearing a lubricated condom because
he slid into me with staggering ease. His long cock pressed deep, and
he kept it buried there.
"I think she really does like it!" Bert laughed again, giving me a
jerk, pushing even deeper.
I moaned around Brian's massive dick.
"Don't be gentle Bert, I think this one likes it rough!" Brian's voice
came from somewhere above, my world consisted of cocks now.
Bert began rhythmically, but kept speeding up, I couldn't help but get
excited. It didn't hurt exactly, and it felt like he was rubbing my
own cock from the inside. I began to grind my hips back against him.
"That's it baby, ride the cock, you know you like it!" Bert giggled
from behind.
Brian wasn't saying anything, his own erection seemed to be getting
bigger and bigger, until suddenly he was cumming again and again in my
mouth.
"Oh you little slut, getting fucked from both ends!" he moaned above
me. I just kept sucking and swallowing.
Bert was in a frenzy now, pounding away on my ass, his sweaty knees
pressed against the hot, wet leather of my boots, his dick thumping
into me again and again. I was moaning around Brian's softening cock.
"I wanna hear you cry out, you little whore!" he muttered, withdrawing
and leaving my exhausted mouth free to moan in time with the grinding.
"Louder bitch, let it out!" Brian yelled, making me start and causing
Bert to pound on me even harder.
"Yes!" I screamed, fuck me like a little whore Bert!" and he did.
In a flurry he pushed me to the bed and held me against it, his hand in
my hair, pulling back my head. With my back arched, and my tits
sticking out, he ass fucked me harder and harder.
With a sudden, penetrating push he came in me. Two more hard pushes
and he let go, falling back and leaving me and my vibrating anus
leaning against he bed.
"You know what Tommy?" Brian asked, leaning forward and lifting my face
up with his hand, "I think you're going to fit in just fine here!"
***
I'd staggered next door in a bath rob, still in my heels and fell onto
my bed. My body was vibrating all over. My lips and ass were rubbed
raw, my own cock was hard in my panties. Rolling over slowly on the
bed, I began to rub myself through the silky material. One hand crept
up to my bra and began messaging my tits through the material, they
felt very lifelike, and heavy. My bra straps were digging into me and
my cock was straining against my panties, so I pulled it out the side
and began to rub myself harder. I popped my tits out over the cups of
my bra and rubbed the soft, warm, skin, they really did feel remarkably
real. My feet were hot in the leather boots, but I hadn't unzipped
them yet, and used the heels to dig into the bed and push myself
further up. With my legs spread and my arched in those sweaty leather
boots, I tugged harder and harder. I couldn't get all of those cocks
out of my mind. Brian's dick tasted like it was still in my mouth, and
my ass was still singing from the fucking Bert had given me. With my
tits in my hands I came again and again, all over my expensive
underwear.
***
I woke the next morning naked, but still wearing my new C cups. I
quickly realized that it was later than it should have been, but a text
from Brian clarified things. I was to wait for a woman named Theresa
to come up to my room. Brian had called her from the hotel spa to
'sort me out'. Whatever that meant.
I'd only had a chance to get cleaned up and have a drink of tea when
the knock came. Theresa was a tall, black woman, almost my height.
"Brian said you were cutie," she smiled big as she eyed me head to toe.
"I think we start with the hands and feet, sort out that hair then do
some shopping."
"Shopping?" I stared back blankly.
"Pretty, but not too sharp," Theresa patted my cheek. "You've got to
get yourself dressed for the rest of this trip."
My mind was racing. I thought this was an initiation thing, a one time
event, but it looked like I'd walked into a situation I wasn't getting
out of soon. But did I really want to? Whenever I thought about the
night before I'd immediately start getting excited, the images flashed
back again now.
"Hmm, Brian said you were into this," Theresa laughed, eying my rising
dressing gown, "they usually freak out when he gets me to come up here
and sort them out, but you're ready to go, aren't you honey?"
"I guess I am," I replied, still wondering where this was going.
***
The spa Theresa managed was in the basement of the hotel, which was
nice enough that I never would have stayed there on my own credit card.
The spa was all aluminum and steel with blond wood trim, very modern
and euro-chic. Theresa had me soaking my hands and feet, then getting
my nails done. Extensions on the hands and some clean up and I found
myself looking at some remarkably smooth and feminine hands, with
perfectly formed lavender nails. Matching polish went on the toes
before I was whisked off to the hair salon. After some consultation,
Marion, the stylist, decided on a bob-cut. Theresa had wanted
extensions, but the bob turned out to be the better choice. It made my
neck look even longer and more feminine. Marion also put in
highlights, so the blond really popped. The last stop was Theresa's
cosmetologist. She didn't need consulting, she just went to work, and
as she finished me in my day look, she also included everything I'd
need for a more dramatic evening look.
I left the spa just before lunch with a makeup bag packed with product.
Theresa had been out and gotten me some skinny jeans, a peasant blouse
and some heeled sandals. She'd also picked me up a better fitting bra
and some matching panties. She watched me intently as I got dressed
for her.
"Unrecognizable I think," she smiled, "you don't even look like
yourself!"
I turned to the mirror and slowly spun.
"I look like... a girl!" I laughed.
"You look like a hot girl," Theresa laughed, getting up and walking
over. She laid a hand on my ass. "These jeans are perfect for you,
with your tight little ass," her fingers squeezed me. "And your tits
looks spectacular in this blouse!" Her other hand crept up and cupped
my left breast.
My heart was racing again. In her heels, Terry was taller than me, she
tilted my head back and kissed me on the mouth, her tough parting my
lips easily. I could taste her lipstick mixing with mine.
We stood there, her hands under my blouse, massaging my breasts
through my new bra while she held me firmly, kissing me hard, her
tongue searching my mouth. I could feel myself flushing, and my cock
getting hard. The hand holding my back slid down and began squeezing
my ass in the jeans. Then she was rubbing my cock through the denim, I
was squirming under her hands. She stopped the oral attack for a
moment and looked into my eyes.
"I think Brian's finally found is sales assistant," her eyes glinted,
"I bet he loves fucking your hot little ass doesn't he?"
She kept rubbing me through my jeans, I was going to pop.
"Please, I don't want to wreck my new jeans," I stammered, not knowing
what to do.
"Does he do it like this?" Theresa spun me around abruptly and pressed
me against the wall. Her fingers pressed on my anus and I squirmed
again, but she wouldn't let me go. "You love it when he fucks you?"
"I... I do!" I stammered again, trying to move out from the wall.
Her hand grabbed me by the back of the head and pressed me down harder.
"I think it's time you showed me what you can do," Theresa bared her
teeth, not really a smile any more, almost a snarl. "You're going to
take those pretty little lips and suck my dick now!"
She kept pushing me down until I was on my knees. Theresa was wearing
a business skirt and silver blouse. She hoisted up her skirt revealing
silk stockings and garters. With one hand she pulled down her panties
and stepped forward, pressing her pussy into my face.
"Get to work princess," she laughed a hard laugh, "time to work that
tongue."
I began frantically lapping at her clit, running my toungue inside her
and rubbing my nose into her mound of hair.
"Oh yeah," she groaned, grinding her clit into my mouth.
In a matter of moments she sprayed in my face, again and again. I
looked up and saw her eyeing me with a thoughtful look.
"Get cleaned up, we've got somewhere to go."
Ten minutes later I was washed up, new makeup and we were hoping into a
cab in front of the hotel. Theresa gave directions uptown. I didn't
know the city that well so didn't know where we were going. In
addition to the jeans and blouse, I was wearing a new pair of red
leather open toed heels and carrying a matching red leather purse. I'd
put what makeup I thought I'd need in it, but it turned out I didn't
really need any.
We stopped in front of a large converted warehouse and got out. I
followed Theresa in her business chic to the large front doors. Inside
looked like some kind of photo studio.
"We use this place for clients who want a photo shoot after they've had
a makeover, " Theresa said, seeing me read the signs. "I thought you'd
be an ideal candidate," she smiled again, her wicked smile.
Inside Theresa talked to the front desk who immediately directed her to
changing rooms up a set of spiral stairs. There we found a closet that
would have stunned a super model. Row upon row of costume, clothing
and accessories.
"Jen does a lot of fashion shoots," Theresa explained, running a hand
down a row of gowns. "You've got a model's body, tall and skinny, you
should fit in a lot of this."
She pulled an evening dress with a built in corset from the rack and
looked at the tag.
"Let's get you tied up," that wicked smile again.
Theresa wasn't gentle with the the strings. In a matter of minutes I
was corseted in Dior satin. She found me some astonishing four inch
heels, and even opened up the jewellery and hung diamonds in my newly
pierced ears. When I finally looked in the mirror, I was astonished, a
beautiful, elegant Euro-chic model looked back.
Theresa moved me over to the makeup counter and began working on me.
She was going for a much more dramatic look, darker mascara, eye
shadow, a crimson lipstick.
"Natalie texted me a while back and said she'll be back from her shoot
early. She wants to meet you," she said as she worked on my makeup.
I'm hoping you two hit it off, that way being Brian's pony ride won't
be your only work," she smiled, finishing me up. "Nat has a thing for
glam-high fashion. I want her wowed when she first sets eyes on you."
Theresa was an old hand at this kind of stage craft. In minutes she
had me done to the hilt and out in front of the lights posing, while
she snapped some pictures by hand. She told me I needed to start a
portfolio.
Suddenly there was a lot of commotion and half a dozen people walked in
the back doors carrying all sorts of gear. At the front of them was a
tall, slim red head with her sunglasses still on. She smiled as soon
as she saw Theresa and came over and hugged her. Without a word
Theresa gestured towards me sitting on a stool in front of a black
backdrop.
"You were right," Nat said, eying me, "very striking. Great legs, well
toned back and arms..."
I felt like something being judged at an animal show.
"Have you worked before?" Nat asked me, still eyeing the corset dress.
"Not as a model," I replied, trying to keep my voice high.
Nat's eyes narrowed. She took off her sun glasses and gazed at me with
cold, blue eyes. Taking a few steps closer she smiled a crooked smile.
"One of Brian's girls?" she asked.
"Yes," I blushed.
"She blushes!" Nat laughed, and glanced back at Theresa, "is she really
that new?"
"I think he popped her cherry last night."
"Did he?" Nat asked turning back to me.
"Yes!" I blurted, blushing furiously now.
"Did he do you solo or bring a friend?" Nat asked, stepping closer.
"A... a friend," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
"She's adorable!" Nat laughed.
"I know!" Theresa said from behind her, "... and so willing."
"Ah, the willing virgin!" Nat laughed again, a throaty laugh and undid
her leather jacket. "I feel a shoot coming on. You game?" she asked
Theresa, glancing over her shoulder.
"Thought you'd never ask," Theresa replied, taking the camera from
around her neck.
***
Twenty minutes later a bed had been rolled in from a warehouse in back
of the studio. Satin sheets were laid on it and Nat made herself busy
with the lighting. She kept her main assistant with us, and he was
busy setting up furniture along the wall around the bed. In minutes he
had a convincing looking bedroom put together.
"Here's the story you two," Nat looked up as Theresa returned, wearing
another Dior gown and looking spectactular. "You are just back from
the premier of a film you both starred in. Terri, you are determined
to seduce your very prim and proper co-star. Dahlia, you finally
succumb to her advances and let her do what she will."
Theresa nodded in a business like fashion.
"Dahlia?" I asked, liking the sound of it as I said it.
"You didn't want me to call you Tommy, did you?" Nat asked, "and you
look like a Dahlia."
"I love it, thank you!" I said, looking at myself in the mirror near
the bed. "Dahlia."
Nat laughed again and did some test shots to get the lights set. After
another flurry of activity with lights and reflectors, we began.
Theresa obviously had something in mind. We began in the door way,
where she kissed me hard, then slowly moved to the bed, sometimes
repeating moves as Nat danced around us, snapping away. Out of the
corner of my eye, I could see her assistant's massive erection in his
trousers as he stood watching.
Soon enough I was on the bed. Theresa would rub my breasts, Nat would
interrupt her and tell her to do it more roughly, or hold me down on
the bed. I had to looks confused, scared, submissive, then
surrendering. If I couldn't get the expression right the first time,
Nat would stop us and make us do it again. It was hot under the lights
and I was starting to sweat. Suddenly we had a break and the assistant
was there, gently wiping me off with a towel, and spending an
inordinate amount of time rubbing my legs up to the hem of my skirt.
Then his hand was on my ass, feeling me through the satin skirt.
"Well look at this," Nat spoke from behind us, "what do we have going
on here?"
"She is the most wanton slut I've ever worked with!" Theresa laughed,
watching us carry on.
The assistant, I still didn't even know his name, now had his hand up
my skirt, and was squeezing my ass with his strong fingers.
"I think you better give him what he wants," Theresa said, picking up a
camera and moving in.
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