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Taylor Maids - By Karyn Amethyst. I was 32 unemployed and starting a new business. I had little capital, but my best friend and confidant Ryan ponied up over one-hundred thousand in start-up funding, provided I make him an equal partner as well as paying him back. "No rush, buddy," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "As soon as I can, Ry. I promise." I breathed a small sigh of relief, the pressure was off, for now. I began in earnest the next morning, I purchased two small hybrids and got a friend of mine to trade some painting and wrapping for the advertisement and as long as I promised to funnel some business his way. My mid-00's van was resprayed and had decals depicting a very voluptuous looking maid dutifully dusting my hastily constructed logo. TAYLOR MAIDS The concept was simple enough. With the legalization of and taxation of sexual services, I got the idea for a Fantasy Maid service. Women who would dress as skimpily or not-at-all as the case warranted, while performing light cleaning duties. The real money came when they wanted more than to just watch. One grand to participate, per person. And of course, unusual or crazy requests costs more based on the request. We kept it reasonable. If more than one maid were required, for whatever purpose, that added to the costs as well. The second day after we got the vehicles sorted, we rented a small house near the industrial district. All in all not the the best part of town, but the proximity of the highways, and being centrally located gave us the advantage. The advertisment said "Maid/Actress needed, 3-5 days per week. Light cleaning and bondage," followed by the phone number. I knew a couple Trans-girls I could recruit from a local GLBT Bar for those customers whose preference leaned that way. I loaded and stocked the supplies in the small pantry off the kitchen of the 2 bedroom home. I lived in the back bedroom, the front made an office. I dressed the living room like a Staged Open-House (or Poorly Produced Porno), an area rug over light colored hardwood flooring, a small armchair, and a leather sectional with a chaise. The pictures on the walls were simple reproductions of Patrick Nagel prints. Something about the simplicity and contrasts of his lines made me happy. I booted up the computer, 5 responses already to the ad. I looked through the pictures 2 of the girls sent, One was brunette, 40 DD and nearly 34 years old. If I'd seen her in a bar, I would totally have talked to her. She had a MILF look some guys crave, slender waist, wide hips, and long wild curls. The images instantly made me groan as the erection pushed eagerly at the zipper as if crying "Let me out! Spank me!" I quickly emailed the woman, Delia, and asked her to come by the "Office" as soon as she could. I felt like crap for calling it that. The second woman, was 22, petite, asian and cuter than any woman I'd ever seen. The pictures became more and more revealing, ending with one of her, kneeling on a couch as if straddling an invisible lover. My hard-on strained and pushed urgently trying to tempt me to play with it, but I focussed. I sent her an email as well, asking her to come by as well. The other three, though they had the right sounding stats and seemed eager, they all three ignored the "Picture Required" and send plain text emails. I dismissed them right away. 45 minutes later... Reiko was the first to show, her tiny timid knock and sweet "Hello" on the open storm door, almost made me cream my tighty whities. I dashed to the door, welcoming the girl. "Hello, there. I'm Jonathon Taylor, Owner Operator." I was trying to sound imposing and impressive, but I think it came off petty. "Hello, Mister Taylor. My name is Reiko!" she said opening her puffy lips in a smile that lit up the tiny living room. This girl had charisma, and charm despite her shy appearance and demeanor, she made me feel lust and desire to protect her little form with everything I had. "Won't you have a seat, Reiko," I said motioning to the chairs and couch. The petite girl slide herself into the couch smoothing the tiny jean skirt under her. Her small teeny breasts made little cones against the diaphonous dual-tank tops. I tried my best to ignore my own crushing lonliness and her impressive adorability. "Have you ever worked as a maid before?" I asked trying to figure out how to begin this interview. "I mean...uhh..not that you would be diqualifed if you hadn't." "Yessir!" she chirped cheerfully. "I used to work with my mother and father as an overnight cleaner for an industrial park. I started there when I was 12, and last year I started working as a bookkeeper for them as well." "Wow, Reiko, you sound like a very busy young...err I mean-" My thoughts were stumbling. 'Get it together!' I told myself. "Mister Taylor, my parents both passed last month, and I need this job. My rent..." She started to sob softly, and my instinct to protect her kicked in, I slid in next to her and wrapped my arm around her tiny frame. The scents coming off her skin and hair was driving me mad with desire, but I kept my cool. "There, There," I said softly. "Take your time." She nodded and wiped her eyes, they were dark green, glitter eyeshadow above them, matched her beautiful eyes. "Thank you, Mister Taylor, I didnt mean to lose control." "I am, uh, not sure that this is the job for you, you might be asked to, uh, pleasure the clients. We provide the fantasy of a sexy sultry maid that they might arouse and tempt them to dirty pleasures and..." "Oh I knew that, Mister," she chuckled. "Actress, it kind of said it right there." She wrapped those tiny pipe cleaner arms around my chubby waist. "Consider the job yours if you wish it." I smiled hugging the beautiful young woman to me. "Ya'll can count me in too!" I heard in a sweet southern accent, the smell of cigarette smoke from filly girly cigarettes led to a pair of long shapely legs and wide womanly hips, her massive bust was clearly displayed and the halo of red hair made her look like she was on fire. "You must be Delia, meet Reiko," I said thrilled that my little business was off to such a gangbuster start. The statuesque redhead moved to the other side of Reiko and wrapped her arm around the smaller girl's frame. "You're hired," I mouthed and she nodded like she knew it already. Part II The next few days were spent getting photos taken and putting them on the test website. I'd taught myself code, just so I could make this with the least outlay of cost. The girls put on the different uniforms i'd purchased. From the mid-1800's bodice to the skimpy tight latex, the girls proved to be adept at the tease. I found myself needing more than a few times to refocus, then everynight after the girls left, their scents lingered. Perfume, gum, and feminine pheromones from both the girl and woman in my employ made me quake with arousal. I picked up the soft slutty skirt of one of the uniforms and lifted it to my nose, the mature womanly scent of Delia filled my senses. I quickly shook it off and went and locked myself in the room, rubbing my hand up and down the puny shaft, as it strained to its full 4 inches height. I pumped my fist, disgusted at myself and so turned on I had been chewing the inside of my lip raw all day. I needed release and these vixens would be perfect. A sudden surge of jealousy at the duality of the two of them, one barely done being a girl, the other at the peek of womanhood, it was dizzying. The next morning I woke, checked the business email, no nibbles yet. I loaded the first hybrid with anything and everything the girls would need. Cleaning supplies, and mobs and buckets and brooms, all collapsable, as well as fetish gear, sex toys, lubes, chains, whips. I wanted them to be prepared. My business and my name rested on it. I wiped my forehead. "Coffee, Mister Taylor?" I heard the chimpmunk like voice of Reiko. "Please, call me Jon," I smiled at her softly, accepting the cup. "And thank you!" She giggled and ran off. I had her manning the chat and support feature, for now till something came up. I also loaded the glovebox with condoms, and dental dams and everything they would need to be safe. Also, I installed and updated the GPS units and set them updating. Mostly I was keeping myself busy so I wouldnt think of my sweet girls ready to let me pimp them out. I felt like a horrible human, but they knew what they signed on for, and what would be required if the client wanted those services. It all meant nothing if we could not get a client to hire us. I wanted to protect my girls so I gave them fake names to use, Reiko would be Suzi and Delia would be Chantalle. They both picked their alternate names, and they fit them well, so we made the changes to the site. I scanned through the pictures and felt my shorts tighten in the crotch as a soft "Hmmm" filled the office. "Ya'll shouldnt be lookin at those porn site while at work! It might be considered sexual harrassment!" I heard the teasing voice of the very voluptuous redhead. I close the window as if busted, spinning to face the voice. "I'll have you know I am just looking at my amazingly gorgeous employ..." I gasped and froze, the site before me made the pictures look like Dr. Suess. Delia was standing in a pair of black thigh high stockings, thong panties and a pair of heels that looked neck-brakingly high. "Wouldnt yall rather see the real thing?" Delia drawled softly, her fingers playing with those womanly bare breasts teasingly merciless as she pinched her dusky pick nipple. It was so different, from when I photographed them a few days before. Nothing but the distance between us, and the sweet tangy scent of her cigarette filled the office. "Reiko went to get some lunch, I thought you could help me rustle up something." I gulped, Audibly. I could feel my heart like a triphammer, I am sure the blood drained from my face. "I would not presume..," She put her cigarette in my mouth and knelt between my thighs rubbing those big milky white tits on my lap. "Chant....Er, Delia, what are you doing?" "I'm getting my lunch!" she winked and pulled my zipper down, my tiny cock sprang forth as her hot breath engulfed the entire length, which while it was no real feat, made me gasp and groan, loudly. I breathed in, tasting her lipstick, and the sweetness of her breath on the mild feminine cigarette. She guided my hands to her pillowy breasts and urged me to play with them while she slurped noisily at my lap, the sensations making me arch and buck my hips thrusting my short cock as best I could. I saw her hand glide between those thighs, and found myself wondering at the scent and taste of her womanhood. Her hazel eyes occasionally glance up, at me, making sure I am watching her. She is rubbing herself through her panties, the wetness of her lips and fingers making lewd noises. I reach down and cup her cheek softly as she urges her "lunch" from the throbbing erection. My fingers dig into her big breasts as my hips buck and my sticky seed spurts over her lips and tongue. She slurps on my cock softly lovingly making sure she got every drop. "Thanks for treating me to lunch, Boss!" She rises and begins to walk away, before turning back. "And thanks for hiring me," she chuckles. She leans in and kisses me, I open my mouth to protest and her sticky pussy juice covered fingers push into my mouth, joining her tongue. The tastes are dizzying. She strides out of the room like a tigress, wide hips twitching as she walked out. I slumped in the chair, exhausted and aroused and so grateful. I had not told anyone, but I had not had a woman touch me in over 5 years. I zipped up as I heard the front door, and the tiny wedge heels clomp across the floor. "I am back, Mister Jon," she giggles and sits a small bag from the local taco place in the one clear spot on the desk. "I bring you fish taco, I hope thats ok." "Thank you, sweetie," I said and pulled the cigarette from my mouth then taking one more drag, I stab it out and tear into the bag. The scent and taste of the juices, mixed with the tangy tobacco and my own semen on my lips made me blush. It was not that bad, I had never tasted myself before. I dug into the whitefish taco and the diet coke. Delicious. We would have to patronize that place more once we got... My thoughts were interuppted, a noise. "The phone!!" I shout to the girls. PART III I heard the petite girl dashing toward the main desk and pick up the phone. The script for answering the phone was ready, and I knew she had practiced it. I listened. "Thank you for calling Taylor Maids. This is Suzi, how may we indulge your fantasy today?" I heard her confirming an address, and contact name and number. "Very good, We will see you in one hour." Suddenly I heard a shout from across the house as the phone slammed down. "WE GOT ONE!!" shouted Delia, in her best Ghostbusters reference. "Very cute, Del. What did the client say?" I asked, maybe a little to insistently. "We have a client, Palm Grove Road and 56th. Is that a nice area?" said Reiko. "Yes, dear, one of the richest. What did they request?" I asked. "2 maids, 3 hours," she stated slipping into the simplest uniform. "He wants to watch Delia and me, clean and then, clean each other." She giggled and blushed, Delia just grinned and licked her lips. "Fine by me honey, I aint tasted a girl like you in a long time!" She pinched Reiko's butt and they embraced. "Ya'll want to come along and watch, Sugar?" Delia gave me a look, knowing I wanted nothing more. "No, just text me when you are there and when you leave. I will get send the contract to your cellphone. Just have him signed it with his fingertip." I tried to keep my mind off the the younger girl and more mature woman licking and fondling, and I squirmed at the thought. "You drive, little one, I need to touch up my makeup." The girls slid into the hybrid and it drove out of the small parking pad of sand and gravel. "Here we go!" I said to myself as I walked back inside. I allowed myself a small smile. It was in their hands now. I picked up the office phone and dialed Ryan's number, I felt he should know we got our first client and I wanted to thank him...again. "Ryan Jacobson's Office, this is Pamela," a soft sultry voice answered. "Hi Pamela, this is Jonathon Taylor, a friend of Ryan's, is he available." "No sir, he just went down to R and D. Should I take a message and have him call you?" I gave her my information, she sounded "smart", but Ryan always had a thing for bimbos working his front desk, this was number 3 this year. I hung up and finished the lunch Reiko had brought me. While I waited, I figured I would clean up the office and living room, a pair of diaphonous lacey green panties was tucked between the leather cushions of the couch. I blushed and realized they were way too small for Delia, they must have been Reiko's. The scent of her arousal clung heavily to them, and it was relatively fresh. The girls must have been playing during the down time. I hoped things went well. Then the text chimed, it was Reiko, they were there and beginning work. I sent the contracts and the waivers. The government made us get their signature that they knew they were hiring a woman to service sexual needs and that the state tax of 7.25% would be added to all bills. My mind boggled at the thought of the, now in my mind, pantyless girl and the buxom woman cleaning each other. I sat back in the soft leather chair and pulled my still semi-limp cock out, stroking it gently, My mind filled with mental images of the girls doing things to each other that made me gasp. My hips bucked and I squirmed as my fist filled with sticky white seed, I shuddered again and felt it squirt into my palm, sticky and hot. Curious, I sniffed at it, then touched my tongue to it. It had cooled so fast, was it better warm? What the...I grabbed some napkins from lunch and wiped my palm and fingers, ashamed at what I just did. The phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. "Taylor Maids, this is Jonathon, how may we indulge your fantasy today?" A throaty chuckle greeted me. "Hey Jon, it's Ryan, you called?" "Hey Ryan! Thanks for getting back to me, we just got our first customer, I thought I would let you know." "I know, buddy. It's one of my execs whose wife just left him for a tennis coach. I gave him your number." I sat stunned in silence for a moment. "Thanks again man, you really have gone out of your way." I heard him give a small soft laugh. "I have to protect my investment, bro," he continued "Speaking of which, can you come down to the office, tomorrow say....730am?" "For you, anything!" I said. Another deep throaty chuckle. "Of course, I will hold you to that." I laughed as well. Ryan was known for his jokes and playful nature, it's what made us such great roommates in college. "I'll be there first thing in the morning. Ry, you can count on me." "I knew I could, Jon, I'll see you then," and the line went silent. I hung up the phone, nervous. He is going to call my debt, I just know it. I won't have enough to cover it, we have only had one client. I spent the rest of the afternoon making my famous sweet and sour chicken, sticky rice and dumplings. I figured the girls would be hungry when they got back and cooking cleared my mind. I had just finished and turned on the news when the text chimed, it was a picture, I opened it and saw a pov shot from Delia, of a petite and very aroused looking Reiko tongue bathing her clit and slit. I nearly came in my pants right there. "We're on our way Boss" the attached message said. I smiled, something about these girls. Shaking my head I set three places at the table and reduced the heat on the sweet and sour. PART IV The girls pulled in 20 minutes later, and I heard them chatting playfully and giggling as they came inside. "Oh...wow...!" Reiko exclaimed. She rushed into the kitchen and Delia came over to me and handed me an envelope. She gave me a sly wink "Check that out boss!" and gave me a slick wet kiss. I tasted the same scent from the green panties from earlier. "How did things go, Delia?" I asked, opening the envelope. 2..3..4... "5 Grand?" I felt the warm softness of Delia and petite lithe form of Reiko embrace me. "You did awesome boss!" the mature redhead told me. "The man was in his 40s, fairly good lookin if yall like them types. But he just made us sweep mop and clean a little, then he wanted us to kiss and make love in front of him," Delia explained. I peeled off 1000 for each girl and put the rest in my lockbox. They both embraced me again. "Do you girls want something to eat? I made my special sweet and sour chicken." I smiled and hugged them both to me, feeling like cuddly papa bear more than the boss. "I'm famished, Sugar!" said Delia as she slid into the chair. She shot a look at Reiko who joined her at the empty place setting. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the bowls of rice, and the sweet and sour, presenting my dishes to the girls. "Wow it smells amazing, Jon," as she dug in. Reiko seemed to wait for the older woman deferring to her needs first. "Thank you Mister Jon," Said Reiko. I poured wine for all three of us as the girls served themselves. "So umm without getting too private. How, umm I mean was it good?" I asked nervously. "She is amazingly talented boss, you should hear the little accent this honey puts on," smiled Delia, looking at Reiko who blushed and turned her head away. "And that tongue! Lordy I thought the girl was trying to climb inside me she was so deep!" I know I must have visibly shuddered at this, the thought of these two engaed in Sapphic play brought my clear mind a flood of dirty images, and thoughts. "Well, if you both want to you can shower up here before you head home." Shower. Naked, soapy, slick bodies, my mind whirled. "Ok!" they both chimed together. I watched the delicate way they both ate and savoured the meal I had made. "Yall are gonna make someone a good wife someday, Boss!" Delia teased. It was my turn to blush now, I tried to laugh and nearly choked on my rice. I smiled at the girls then thought about my meeting in the morning with Ryan, I kept my head down and tried not to notice their looks at each other (or the fact that Delia's huge tits were braless). "I have a meeting in the morning with Ryan Jacobson, our benefactor," I said to the girls. "Each of you has an envelope in your lockers in the back bathroom, inside you will find a personal alarm code AND a key. Someone will need to open in the morning and make a check of the voice mails and emails. The other can drop off the mailers at the post office and we should be good to go. Any Volunteers." "I can open in the morning!" Reiko's slender arm shot up like the prize pupil in school. I bet she was a straight A girl. My mind dressed her in a school girl uniform, tiny skirt and virginal white panties with white knee socks. "Ummm sure. And Delia, can you handle the post office?" "Yessir Mister Boss-Man!" She giggled. I loved these girls. Already, we were bonding like a family. Since I had no family of my own, that suited me just fine. As we dined the girls told me about the client "Mr Smith" which Delia assured me really was his name. I felt something on my thigh, toes, stocking covered toes to be exact, I tried to keep my cool, professional yet caring, when all I wanted was to be naked and touching these girls, experiencing what would be likely, the death of me after a threesome with them. I quickly rose and cleaned up the empty plates, bringing my dessert dumplings in a big chafing dish which was lit with Delia's lighter. The flames, blue orange and even green covered them then quickly went out as I lowered the lid over it. "Bon appetit girls!" I said trying to imitate the playfulness of the two. Reiko squeeled and dug in, for such a waif like little thing she could pack away the food! And of course, Delia gave me a smouldering look that seemed to express desire, arousal and something else. Maybe it was curiousity. I am a bit odd I know. Those hazel eyes seemed to drink me in, looking through to my soul. "Coffee, anyone?" I brought the carafe and 3 cups just in case with the tray of sugars and creamers. I kept a wide assortment on hand. "I enjoyed this," I started. "Any time you girls want, I will cook for you, it's one of my loves." Delia's foot rubbed at my crotch while Reiko went to clean up, I heard the shower running and Delia scooted over, her hand rubbing the front of my pants, making them tent obsecenely. "I spoke to Rei, while we were driving, Sugar," she started to massage me, she had my full attention. "She really likes you. If you ask her, she'd spend the night. How long has it been?" I gulped, and nodded. "Five years." Suddenly the heat flooded my face. "Except for this afternoon." As if on cue I felt her tongue slither over my neck and into my ear. "You liked that, Sugar? It tasted pretty damned good to me. Though not as good as that sweet little fortune cookie. She is DEEE-Lish!" I blushed even harder "You should sample her, cause baby, she got it bad for you. In fact..." She stood, brushed some crumbs of her lap and placed a hand on her hip. "I'll see you in the morning, Boss." She sashayed out the door and let it close behind her, I felt the image of the sexiest ass I'd ever seen burning into my brain. "Delia go home?" I heard the timid voice behind me. "Yes, Reiko, just you and me, dear." I smiled. She stood there, bare except for the huge fluffy towel around her. It looked like it would encircle her a dozen times and still have plenty left over. If there is one thing I do not skimp on is towels. "Do you have something to wear?" I asked. She shook her head and held out her hand taking a half step toward my room. "Please. Can I stay?" I smiled, This beauty wanted me? To share my bed? I did not know what to think, so I slid my hand in hers and followed, the towel fell off after a few steps. Her soft pale olive skin, shone in the light. She lay back on my king sized bed. I kept my boxspring low on the floor so when she lay back I knelt at the soft thighs and smiled at her, kissing the soft tastey flesh of her thighs. This girl, she was something special. She looked somewhere between 17 and 30. The innocent green eyes and no makeup made it even more clear what a natural beauty she was. I licked slowly up her thighs and smelled that scent that had been haunting me all day. Her little fingers reached past the perfect landing strip and her fingers spread open her tight box. She was slick, wet and ready, and the heat coming off her was making me harder by the second. I tentatively lapped at the girl's spread lips tongue slipping over and between them. She was on fire, her lips were soft and sweet and tangy, I slid a single digit into her as I nibbled on her. Her hips humped and bucked and writhed, her sweet little moans made me ever more eager to please this little goddess. She was squirming and rubbing and pinching her tits while I did my best to eat her out like a pro. Suddenly she sat upright and pushed me onto my back, unbuckling my pants, and pulling them down. She took a couple lollipop licks of my cock and then jammed her hips down. I was deep inside, and it felt glorious. I'd never had a girl take me. I am usually the taker, ah who cares. It was amazing, she was small inside, I could tell when I had my finger in her tight little snatch. But my cock inside her? I felt like I was pushing 9- 10 inches into her. Her responses matched, she moved like a porn star, rocking her hips and screaming in pleasure. The sweetness and sensuality was overwhelmed by the girl who loved to screw and get screwed. I felt her massaging and milking me as she howled and screamed in orgasm after orgasm. It was three hours, non-stop love making. She made me feel like more of a man than I'd ever felt before. We would swap to the bed, then roll to the floor. Her on top, me on top. Touching rubbing exploring each other's bodies, like it was a honeymoon. In the end I collapsed in a heap with her tiny frame on me, breathing heavily and stroking my tanned skin. in all my 32 years I had never felt this close or comfortable. She stroked my chest and cuddled against me, I looked at the clock, 1:15am. I set the alarm for 530am with my free hand, and pulled her against me with the other. We both reeked of sex, and I did not care one bit. PART V The alarm went off and I silenced it. The little figure curled tight against me and cooed softly. I stroked her cheek, kissed her forehead and let myself relax till the snooze tripped. I felt good, till I realized, The Meeting. I had some time, I would just bring our earnings from the previous day, and pay him his share. If he called the loan, I could contact another one of our friends, Joshua. He worked R &D for some Bio- Tech Firm. Synthetic Skin for Burn Victims or something. He was a trust fund baby, never needed to work a day in his life. But work he did and he held half a dozen patents on a couple billion worth of materials and compounds. Today, was going to be a long long day. I showered, dressed in a shirt and tie, and arrived outside Ryan's office at just after 7. I sipped the coffee, then caught a scent of something else, Reiko. Her scent was all over me, even after showering. I pulled myself up tight looking my best, or the best I could muster, and walked into Ryan's office at 7:22. The receptionist, Paula...no Pamela, was not there yet. In fact save for the cleaning crew and a singular office drone working his way through a sheef of papers half his size. As I sat there, I felt the world spinning out of control, how could I cover a debt this size? What could I do? I drummed my fingers and bit at my nail. "I'll find a way," I determined. Suddenly, Ryan came out from behind two frosted glass double doors. "I'll be with you in 30 seconds, Jon." He turned and scribbled something on a pad and put it on the bimbo's keyboard. Hopefully he used small words. I chuckled at my own mental joke. "Ok Jon, right this way." He led me back through the frosted doors, they seemed to take his thumbprint on a small panel. They whooshed open and he walked ahead, I followed like a kid being led to the principal's office. My mind raced ahead as we passed hall after hall turning this way and that before we stopped at a white elevator. "You know your business idea and our long term friendship has given me a new respect and admiration of you, Jon. I know you did not have it as easy as the rest of us, but you were always one of us. You know that right?" I looked at him and nodded. "Yes Mister Jacobson, and if you will let me explain..." "Jon," he said, "calm down bro. I am here to help you." He put an arm over my shoulder and led me onto the elevator. "I have some friends here to see you." The elevator went down for a long time. "What is this?" "Research and Devlopment, my friend. And you are the star of the show." We walked to the glass double doors, he did the thumbprint verification then retinal scan and the doors hissed open slowly. Then I saw them, our old college gang. All wearing ID badges for Jacobson. Josh and Ryan stood front and center. Behind them were Alex, Adam and Julian. "Uh...hey guys." I offered a small wave. "Does he know yet?" Alex Ribb chimed in. he was a star quarterback in high school, who blew out his knee in his first college game. Lucky for him, he also had a talent for chemistry. "Dude, he wouldn't be standing here if he knew," said Julian Bauer. His family was the Bauer Chemical company. Old money. Adam Wachcowski, my oldest friend, and sometimes enemy stepped close and offered his hand. "Nice to see you Jon. Dont let these douches bust your balls." I finally found my voice. "What's with the impromptu reunion?" Ry looked me over. "I told you, Relax. They all work for me. Including Josh here." Josh stepped forward and led me to a table, a pale slick conference room, but the surface on the table was unlike anything I had seen. He touched a panel and the lights dimmed, a display of my company website appeared on the glass. Then he touched the panel for "our girls" and the picture shoots of Reiko and Delia came up. "Quite the little mini-harem you have going on here," Josh joked. Little did he know. Ry stepped up, and ran a finger over the girls faces. "You want to fulfill peoples desires and fantasies, but you have only these two girls." I felt defensive, off balance. "Ryan, you have to understand, I'm going to hire more. It just will take some time!" Alex and Adam both looked like the spider that caught the fly as I squirmed under the pressure. "What if 2 girls could do the work of 50?" Ryan continued. "Different hair styles, body types, older, younger. Whatever the desire, you could really fill it." The displpay changed showing what looked like a dentist chair with some sort of attachment for the head "This is our new baby, but the board doesnt think we should release this to the public. So I came up with the idea to let you and your harem be our guinea pigs." "What is it?" I leaned in looking at the odd chair. "It's a mobile genetic resequencer, or The Major as we have come to call it. The Major can rewrite the DNA down to the chromosonal level using some very high tech and very classified techniques. There is almost no danger in it," Adam added. A few chuckles and snorts around the table before he continued. "I want to make you successful, Jon, If you are successful, we are successful. We are offering this to you and you alone, it's one of two prototypes. One will be here, the second will be installed in your new office. I've got a crew there now installing the device." "So it is out of my hands, guys? You intend to what? Take over my business and squeeze me out?" I could feel my temper rising. "Whoa whoa whoa!" Ryan said coming to my side. "We know you resented all of us for having the advantages and privelege that you did not, growing up and even through college. We want you on even playing field. Brothers For Life..." he said invoking our old promise to each other. "For Life!" we all said, even me. I knew they were right. "Ok then, help me." Adam stood and walked over to the wall, touching a panel. The entire wall slid into the floor. "Whoa..." I said. Adam led me to the machine. "Take off your tie and relax bro, this is the fun part." "Sure, Adam." I removed the tie and Julian led me onto the platform. I looked like a little stage, and under gears, and tubes beneath the glass floor whirred to life. "What....What's that?" I felt real deep fear. Like waiting for the sharks to devour me, and treading water till they did. "The future, my man," said Alex. He was busy at the keyboard and the machine began to come alive, a slick smooth plastic chair rose from the floor under me and I found myself sitting. "Beginning download in 3....2.....1." I felt the energy begin to build and crackle and the next thing I knew. Blackness. The deepest blackness. I felt like I was being swallowed, digested and spit out. PART VI I choked and coughed and felt a soft gentle hand on my shoulder. "Relax bro, just breathe!" I heard murmurs and mumbling. "What....went...wrong?" I managed to ask. My voice felt weak, scratchy. "Nothing went wrong, Dope. It just is jarring the first time. Look we have all done it, don't worry. You'll be fine in 5 minutes," a voice said. I think it was Jules. I felt something on my lip. "Drink," said Adam, "your throat is just dry." I swallowed the tiny sip of water and blinked my sleepy eyes. "What a trip man!" I said in my best stoner voice. Instead I sounded light airy and soft. "What the...?" I got my eyes wide open, I could see them all gathered around me, a hand helped me up "Mirror Mode," said Alex. "Come look..." he teased. I stepped forward weakly and looked up. Blonde hair fell in my face, I swept it back instinctually. "Holy...Shi...." I started to back away and slipped, fallinig on my plump new ass. "What did you guys do to me?" "You're a french maid, Jon," I heard Alex chime in. I thought, just for a split second, "I speak french?" "Julian, bring her the packet," said Ryan. It was clear he was still the leader, after all these years. Julian knelt by me and helped Alex lift me to my feet. I looked at myself, slowly drinking in the form I was now forced to call my own. Blonde long hair with big curls, doelike eyes and full plush lips that had a hint of aristocracy. The high arching brows made me look like a total sex toy or bimbo. "I look like me still...sorta." I could see me looking out. But below the neck were two twin weights, they were draging me forward but I seemed to find my balance, they pushed out against the cheap button down shirt. I had already lost two buttons and a third threatened to take out someone's eye. "Ok Gentleman, we have telemetry to run, get me all her signals," Ryan led me from the room and back onto the elevator. "I have Pam bringing you some clothes, you both have essentially the same body type." My stunned silence must have spoken all the questions swirling in my mind. I grasped at those impossible breasts, they we massive, melon sized and wobbling against the confines of the ruined male shirt. "We can change you back. Hell, you can do it yourself once you get back to the office. But come to my office and hear what I have to say." It sounded almost like an order, till he said, "Please?" "Sure Ry, I trust you guys, you are my brothers." And here comes the waterworks, tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt good, better than good but a little out of sorts. "For life, lil sister," he hugged me and made me so aware of how petite and soft my new form was. "Don't worry, we have all tested it, multiple times. You are safe in that cute curvy little for, ma petite cheri." He was trying to make me feel better but instead it made me very aware of how weak and female I was, and to top it all off, I looked like the typical Bimbos Ryan frequently had on his arm. "Just act natural, doll face," he chuckled and he led me back through the maze of halls to the lobby, Pam was there and stood and came over and hugged me, kissed my cheek. "Hey cool! I have a twin!" "Jonny, excuse me, Joni, you know Pam Ivers, now Pam Jacobson, my secretary and my wife." "Joni?" I looked at him, then back to Pam. "Pam Ivers, the string bean?" I hated that name for her, but it was what everyone in college called her. "The very same, my sweet twin sister. How do you like the other side of the street?" She giggled and hugged me again. "Joni, come with me, Pam bring our packages in," Pam ducked behind her desk while Ryan led me into his office, it was very clean and simple with a decidedly asian flair. He handed me an envelope containing a few sheets of paper. "License, passport, everything you had but in your new name and new face." "How...But I just..." I stuttered. Pam answered me. "He had me fill in for your photos. Silly girl." She put the packages in front of me. She took the chair next to me, while Ryan stood behind the desk. "Jon, you are a good man, and terrific friend. But there was always something off about you. Pam hipped me to the fact that you might be transgendered. You know, a woman in a man's body. You were always so kind and soft and gentle. This maid's company of yours just showed me, you have a woman's soul and spirit. Now instead of being the pimp you can be the madame." Pam giggled and leaned against me. "Or get caught up in the action, sugar tits." Her fingers danced in my plush new cleavage. "PAM!" But as soon as she said it, I felt the overwhelming wave of crushing feminine arousal growing deep in my womb, my nipples grew taut and erect against the starched shirt. I shook my head. "Wait, why would you do it without asking me?" Ryan looked me in the eye. "I bet the other guys that you could do this job as you are right now, better than any man could. In return, I waive the entire debt. 100 grand is nothing to this firm and you can consider it a gift." "She's gotta whole lotta gifts now, Ry!" said his wife as she fondled my new jugs. "I know just where to touch on this bod too!" she whispered to me. I felt her fingers on my knee, and like someone was touching live wires to my brain clit and nipples. "Stop-urgh..." She had pinned my hands and nibbled on my neck making me squirm "How long do I have to stay this way to win the bet?" "That's enough, love, she is still assimilating all this," Ryan crossed and led her out but not before she gave my nipple a nice tweak. "Given the skills now in that pretty little head of yours, my wife's tutelage and your tremendous assets? A year." I sat there looking down at the "twins" in utter disbelief. Could I handle this? A year can pass quickly, and I always have a machine at the office I could use if I had to get out fast. "You ok, there champ?" Ryan said sitting next to me. "Trust me, you will be happier this way, I know you Bro." "Yeah," I nodded at him, "Just... It is a lot to take in. And I never thought I'd say this but I think I can do it." He took my hand in his and held it, I felt so small. "You are a dear friend, a "Bro" and we all love you, but hated seeing the lonliness and pain you suffered." "Give it time, that's all I ask. I bet you will never want to go back, I know," I lean into him, laying my head on his chest, my male friend was treating my like some heartbroken chippy, and I was letting him. And Enjoying it. His masculine scent was doing something to my head, and body. I sat up and looked at him, wiping my eyes. I had been crying. "Ok, Ry, I trust you. And It's totally reversible?" He let go of my hand. "Joni Taylor, my friend and business partner." He patted my shoulder then as if realising it was too masculine a gesture, pulled me into a hug. Again my body responded. My breath went shallow and my nipples ached, and the bottom dropped out of my tummy. "Go home, see your girls, they want to meet you, I'm sure." PART VII I put the bags on the counter of the Executive washroom, and began to pull out some of the clothing items. A pair of tiny white shorts, white thong panties, a tiny red tank top, and a bra with very large cups. Surely the largest I had ever seen. I looked at the tag 36GG? Jeeze why did I go along with this, was it some sort of weird twisted trap? As I slid the bra on, I reazlied something, I felt normal. Well as normal as I could standing in my best friends office putting on a bra. The act itself held no Mystery. The figure in the mirror looked like she had done it every day for her entire life (and probably had). They twin globes sat up, young, firm and proud. "Wow..." I looked at myself for the briefest of moments, just in awe of the changes the machine had wrought. I slipped into the panties and shorts, the snugness around my ass and crotch were comforting. I traced my finger over the smooth flat front marvelling at the fact that only an hour before, none of this would have been possible. That was it! They must have done something, Brainwashed me, or...I was hyperventilating, panting and gasping for breath. Staring into the mirror the feminine me looked like she was more going through the final throws of an orgasm rather than a panic attack. I took a deep breath, and stepped back. I really was this. A woman, excuse me, a very beautiful and well endowed woman. I admired my new form for a second more. "You can do this girl, get a hold of yourself." I blinked at my admonishment, and gave a small feminine girlish giggle. "Oh well, in for 100 grand..." I said. I ran a brush through my hair, and put a tiny dab of lipgloss on my sweet plush lips. "Wow! I am really stunning." Now believe me when I say, I was no stud muffin before, my overweight balding looks never got a second glance. This however was like slipping behind the wheel of a Ferrari. A finely crafted and tuned machine built to turn heads and make hearts race. I gave the girl a playful wink and smiled at her. "Knock 'em dead gorgeous." I stepped out of Ryan's washroom, and he stood to greet me. "Jon? How are you feeling?" I grinned. "It's Joni for now, Thank you. And I feel really normal. Did you guys mess with my brain or something?" Ryan chuckled and stepped from behind the desk, "Please, like we would do anything to harm you, Bro." He laughed again. "Well, 'Sister'. All we did was introduce a new proceedure. What you are experiencing are the base set of skills and knowledge it takes to survive womanhood. The rest you have to learn yourself." "But..Where did you get it from? I feel so natural and..." He cut me off, with nothing more than a look. I turned myself to see what he was looking at, and saw her, Pam, his wife, and my "template". "Gods, Joni, you really are a blonde," I muttered to myself and giggled femininely. "Yes, Dear, you are. Make sure you stop and thank her." With that he gave me a ltitle pat on the ass and I jumped. It was not unpleasent. I felt tingles all over my smooth tanned skin and blushed "Thank, Ry, I promise to make it all up to you," I gave him a kiss on the cheek. To this day I am not sure why, but it simply felt like the thing to do. I picked up my bags and walked out to Reception. I noticed immediately all eyes on me. Pam was the first to move toward me. "Chloe, cover my station, Ive got to walk my little sister out." The office was in full swing now, I could see the rows of desks filled with worker bees making my rich friend, richer. "Come on, Little Sis." She took my arm and one of my bags of new clothes and led me through security. As we hit the top steps to the office, she pulled me in close. "I've never had a sister, but I've always wanted one. I suppose you'll do!" she teased. "If you decide to stick around I mean." "No, Pam, I do not intend on letting Ryan down. I can run the business either way, right?" I smiled at her. "Hey Pam!!" I heard a deep masculine voice call out. A fairly good looking guy in a suit strolled up to us. "Who is this little beauty?" She hugged me to her protectively. "My little sister, Joni, Martin. And if you want to keep your job you will put those thoughts right out of your head! She isn't on the market." I looked him over. 6'2" well defined muscle tone with large hands, one of which he offered to me. "I dunno sis, I might be on the market for the right guy!" I joked trying to keep myself in this new character. I flirted! Oh gods what was I doing. He took my little hand in his then kissed the top of my hand, sweetly. "Charmed my Lady," he smiled. This man was a predator, and that makes me prey. I was the gazelle and he was the lion. "Joni, let's get you back to work, sis. Don't you have a meeting to get to, you hound?" asked Pam of Martin. He looked flustered and a little more than interested. What would those huge hands feel like stripping me, grasping my big naked tits. I shuddered as that warm bubbly feeling in my tummy returned. "Shoo now, Go!" She teasingly pushed him away. He trotted off to the building, but I saw him turn and look back at the two of us. Or maybe at me. "Look girl, you are my sister now, end of story. I plan on keeping you safe, so here is my cell number and my email. Call or write me, anytime day or night. And try not to break too many hearts." She kissed my cheek and helped me load my packages into the Taylor Maid-Mobile. Then she looked at me. "Promise me, you will take it easy. I did not agree with their decision to do this, but looking at you now, and how you are taking it, I have to think there is something to their argument. Ry loves you, same with Alex, Josh, Adam and Jules." I felt the tears building up. I felt comfortable, happy. "Yeah I know, Pam. Thanks for lending what you did to the process,." I giggled and thrust my chest out. "I feel...amazing." She laughed and held my hand. "Tell me that after your first set of cramps, Sis." She giggled very much like my own new giggle. "It has its benefits and trials. I know you can handle it, and when you can, just call and I will come running." The weight of the realization, cramps, periods, even pregnancy popped my bubble a little. "One day at a time, I guess," and shrugged sending my new breasts wobbling. "There is the Jon I knew." She hugged me once more, the feeling of our massive twin chest rubbing should have caused excitment but I felt something more, and deeper. I clung to her for another second before slipping into the car. Every movement seemed to have developed a new fluidity and grace. I started the car and took a breath slowly. As I put the seatbelt over my new assets, I noticed they do not build cars for girls like me. I glanced down at the center console. One of Delia's packs of cigarettes. I opened it and slid one out with my long unpolished nails. I need to fix those I thought as I slid it in between my glossed lips and lit it. Ahhh the taste was different, spiced and sensual. I might just be a smoker now. As I drove back to the shop, I looked at the my reflection occasionaly, as if I had forgotten what I had been through already this morning. And it was barely 9:15am. My thoughts turned to business. The girls. My other friends. Would everyone accept the new me? Would I? I drove barefoot since I was reluctant to try the huge chunky heels Pam had been so kind to provide. I found myself checking my hair and makeup at the light, and instantly got a stab of budding guilt. I had passed judgement on Pam without meeting her, never realizing that she was an old friend who'd obviously gotten sick of being the "string bean". Now that I was nearly her twin, I felt the fear creeping up, would people not think the same seeing me? "HONKKKK!" blared the horn behind me. "Move it you dumb broad!!" the driver yelled. I waved out the window, apologetically, rather than giving my standard one-finger wave. As he drove around me, I could see he got a look at who he'd been angry at and I saw in the briefest of moments, his anger fade replaced by lust and desire. Yeah, maybe it would be better than I thought. PART VIII As I pulled up to the office, I felt my heart going into hummingbird mode. I flicked the butt of the slim cigarette out and rolled the window up. The driveway was hot so I dashed in as fast as I could, entering the small house we were using for an office. "Oh my god she is here!!" I heard Reiko's squeal of glee as she came running and nearly tackled me in a hug. "Oh Boss Lady! You are so pretty!" "Not bad, Boss," said Delia from the couch. "Let her breathe Reiko!" She laughed softly. "I guess you girls were told what happened to me, huh?" I smiled and took a seat next to Delia, with Reiko still clinging to my side. "Did it hurt? Are you like all female now? What does it feel like?" Reiko rapid fired questions at me. "I guess I had better explain." I started looking at both of them. Something about seeing their caring and concern for me, made it so clear that I had made the right choice hiring these two. "My best friends in college, we had a group, and called ourselves 'The Bros.' Ryan, who loaned me the money to start this little enterprise is also the head of a very cool and high tech company. They have a machine that well, from what I understand, can transform the user into anything they can program into it." I stopped to take a breath, feeling my big jugs bouncing in the bra "As you can see I got the whole package, top to bottom. And I was challenged to stay like this, as the owner of the business. If I can make it through a year, our debt is cleared. Well, my debt. And from what I gathered, they installed a model similar to what changed me here. So we can match you girls to whatever the client wishes. Anything we can think of." I gulped, at the thought of changing my newest friends. "I will understand if you do not wish to keep working here. Or if you would rather not face the machine. I am still scared of it myself." "Don't be Sugar!" Delia chimed in. "You arent a freak or something, just moved to the other side of the fence and all that. I think you look damned foxy!" I felt waves of pride and a hint of arousal at this, clearly the new me was Bisexual and pretty much always raring to go! I pulled them both against me, "Thank you both for being.," my tears cut me off. I could not begin to express it, and they knew. We were bonded the three of us. Ever closer now, since I was just "One of the girls" as they say. Delia seemed to take charge lifting my face to look at hers. "We are your friends, your employees too, of course. But your friends as well." I smiled and kissed her full on the lips, then turned and kissed Reiko too. "So let's see this device!" I said, moving to stand. I nearly fell over, and laughed. "Sorry girls, still not used to the balance here," and hefted my new chest with my hands. Even my own touch made me shiver deep inside. We walked together into what used to be an attached garage, my old clunker was gone, and the other junk and tools and crap I had moved in had been replaced. Clean white walls, a floor you could eat off of and a similar chair to the one I had not too long ago been a guest in. "Wow, those installers do good work! If they ever need another career, I would so hire them!" All three of us laughed and moved deeper into the room. A large desk was at one side with 3 notebooks. One for the machine, the other for Programming unit, and another marked for my eyes only. "I guess I have some reading to do." "Oh Boss-Lady!" Reiko loved reminding me that I now possessed the very ample feminine charms. "We had a call come in this morning, Straight Clean/Straight Sex. I took it while Delia watched the workers. I think I got the better deal, though. This guy Martin was so smoking and had the most beautiful hairless dick!" We were such a bad influence on her, but she was so adorable when she cursed. "Thanks Reiko, I did not expect the meeting to go that long. Or to come home looking like something out of Playboy!" "More like Hustler Busty Beauties or Huge Juggs Quartlerly!" said Delia. We all had a good laugh, then I realized I had not eaten this morning and it was just after 12 now. "Well, who wants lunch? I'm buying." So we all piled in one of the cars, Delia drove and I stuggled with the strappy heels Pam left me since I would not be allowed in anyplace shoeless. "Urgh How do you women deal with these things?" I cursed at the tiny straps. "We women, Sugar," reminded Delia. "You are one of us now!" Reiko chimed in with a familiar chant, "One of us! One of us!" and we all decended into a mass of giggles and bonding. I felt closer to these girls than anyone in my life. As we pulled up to the chain restaurant, I groaned inwardly. It's lunch time rush, so it will be full of people. They will see through me, and know I am not a real woman. I felt the waves of paranoia and fear. "I can do this," I said to my girls as we got out of the car. "I am out in public...as a woman!" The craziness and absurdity of the changes the day had brought left me breathless, but the challenge made me want to succeed all the more. PART IX I had ordered a small chicken and apple salad, but barely ate half. Reiko had a double cheeseburger fries and a shake, and Delia ordered a salmon and almond salad that looked really delicious. As I sipped my sweet tea, I smiled at them. "So let me answer some of the questions. No it did not hurt a bit, One second I was sitting there just as I was, the next, I'm looking down into the Alps!" Reiko giggled and Delia looked at my cleavage as if gazing into a crystal ball. "So they're real? Like all flesh and blood and and milk glands?" she asked, looking back up at my eyes "I think so. I mean I can't feel any foreign bodies under them. And girls?" I leaned in close. "They are SOOO sensitive!" I giggled again, making my massive chest dip into my plate causing it to skitter across the table and crashing to the floor. I rolled my eyes at myself and slid out of the booth and began picking it up. "I'm so sorry!" I told the man at the table across from us. I was putting all the small pieces into the biggest shard when a waiter came over and nearly slipped in the discarded salad. The man at the table and his companion, a tall dark haired man, both locked their eyes on my new figure as I cleaned up my mess. "Hi I'm Bryce, Mind if I help you?" Said guy number 1. "What's your name beautiful?" I smiled and offered my free hand. "Joni. Joni Taylor," I said as we picked up the shards. I felt a sharp stab in my fingertip and instinctively started sucking the red dot of blood "Ow!" "Here let me," he said. Then he guided me back to my seat, reached over and grabbed a menu out of the hands of an older gentleman who had just been seated with his wife. "Viola!" he said smugly as he swept the debris into a tiny pile using the hard plastic edge of the folding menu. "My hero!" I giggled and cheered. My girls clapped with me, which started the whole restaurant in a cheer for Bryce. I felt every eye on us as a manager came over with a broom and swept up Bryce's neat little pile. "You know it is traditional for a Lady to grant a Knight a boon after he comes to her rescue," Delia added with a laugh Maybe he'd ask for my number or a date, Was I really hoping those things? "I request a kiss, My Lady!" he said hamming it up. As if my face weren't red enough. Then the entire restarant started chanting "Kiss him! Kiss him!". My traitorous body was chanting it too. "Thank you, Sir for rushing to my aid!" I said as sweetly and seductively as I could. I leaned into him, such a powerful, broad chest, well defined too. My eyes drooped as I rubbed my chest against his, feeling my nipples stabbing into the flimsy bra, I stood on my toes, the best I could and pressed my lips to his. The tingle in my brain erupted spilling lava down my spine and to the valley between my legs. I tasted the scotch on his lips and kept my mouth closed but sensual. It was all I could do suddenly not to beg this stranger to ravish me. I wanted to be taken and used and.. "Whoa!" he said softly, slipping back into his seat. I felt a hand grip both of my forearms and lead me out. "We're leaving!" I heard Delia say. Reiko paid, and the girls led me to the car. I was in shock. Something more than just my body changed in this mornings events. The girls helped me into the backseat and I saw the Bryce's dining companion come running out. He handed something to Delia, then ran back inside. "Buckle up!" Delia said. In my foggy brain someplace, I registered this and buckled the belt across my lap. My hand drifted up to cup and massage the soft feminine mound on my chest "Mmmmm..." I said. "Good lunch." PART X coming soon....