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The doorbell rang and Ann Summers looked up from her breakfast. She'd been a bit late for her job this morning to she rushed through her morning routine at top speed. The 23-year old blonde had a face full of freckles, with a pair of blue eyes. Her cheeks were a rosy shade of red even though her face was somewhat thin. While she wasn't by any means impressively shaped in her rear, her D-cup breasts definitely made up for it. Ann was wearing an office outfit existing of a pair of jeans, a blonde shirt split in the middle to show off and a dark blue jacket. She rummaged with her hair that was quite short for a woman, but she kept it in a sort of short bob-cut to keep it more businesslike. "I wonder who that could be...I don't think I ordered anything..." Ann got up from her chair, walking through her small kitchen to her front door. She straightened herself out and opened the door. "Good morning, how can I help you?" Ann looked down at a goth teen, maybe 16 or so. She had several piercings in her lip, while her skin was unnaturally white to contrast with her black hair and clothing. "You're Ann Summers, right?" she said with a rather monotone voice. The Goth was definitly checking Ann out, unnerving her slightly "Eh, yeah, that's me." She smiled, hoping to break the tension. "So who are you then?" "You." The Goth pulled out a pistol and shot Ann in the chest. Even before she could react Ann had collapsed to the ground in the form of an empty skinsuit dressed in Ann's clothes. Without skipping a beat the Goth stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She lifted up the Ann skinsuit and carried it to the bedroom on the right. After closing the blinds the Goth began to get out of her stripperiffic black latex dress. The Goth herself was far less of a stunner, in fact, she was what you'd best describe as average. The latex slipped past her small breasts and down past her crotch to reveal her whole form. A few piercings here and there, and a tattoo which read SLUT across her belly. "Okay, Ann. Now it's your turn." She easily separated the skinsuit from the office outfit, taking a few moments to examine Ann's face a bit more closely. "Pretty girl..." With a big pull, Ann's face separated from her hollow body. The goth wasted no time on lowering the Ann mask over her own face, making sure the masks ripped neck aligned with her own. "Oooh..." The rather dour monotone voice faded and was replaced with Summer's warmer tone within the same moan. "Ann" waited for the mask to finish attaching itself to her body, checking herself out in the mirror. "My name's Ann Summers and I'm a huge slut." "Ann" chuckled. "Enough playing around now, I'm on a schedule..." "Ann" sat down on "her" bed, brushing her own clothes aside as she began to open the decapitated skin by it's neck. She pressed one of her legs inside, grabbing hold of the skinsuit as she pulled up the far end to make her leg slide into Ann's. Ann moved her feet a bit to check if it had worked, before pulling the neckhole open as wide as she could. With one swift movement she slid herself inside. All sorts of warm and tingling sensations overtook her entire body as she made sure to align the suit's genitals with her own. "This is always the best part..." In the mirror she could see the wrinkles and shapes inside her lower half quickly dissapear into perfection while the upper half of Ann's body was crumpled together against the white chest of the Goth. The last part was easy, simply slipping her arms inside and using those arms to lift up the rest into place. Ann's breasts covered the Goths and seconds after the skinsuit reached Ann's neck it closed itself tight. Two perky breasts expanded forward into it's full form "Yeah, that's an excellent pair." Ann Summers in her naked glory sat on her own bed, fondling her own breasts. No one would know that she had been replaced, until it was too late. Ann took a moment to access the real Ann's memories. A predatory smile appeared on her face as she reached down under the bed for a box that had been placed in the very back. She opened the unmarked gray box and gazed upon Ann's small set of sex toys. A vibrator and a small device with two metal clamps that stimulated one's nipples. "Oh, how perverted of me." Ann gazed into the mirror in front of her as she reached for the clamps, attaching them to her erect nipples. She looked around for anything that would...fit before deciding to settle on the wooden beam on that stuck out vertically on the side of her bed. Ann climbed up onto her bed with the vibrator and the nipple stimulator in one hand, before standing upright with the wooden pole just behind her. She kept looking at the mirror as she placed her ass just above the pole that must have at least been as 10 centimeters wide and 40 centimeters tall. Ann crouched down further, the pole now pressed inside her just a bit. Ann switched on both of the sex toys in her left hand, while swapping the vibrator to her right. She began to really go down on the pole feeling it fully penetrate her. The small shocks rocked her new nipples as her breasts freely bounced up and down with Ann's feverish movements. Finally, she used the vibrator to penetrate her already thoroughly wet pussy, applying a ton of pressure on the vibrator as she completely slipped it inside while applying pressure down below to really keep it inside. Her insides and back moved and rocked with her every movement in the most unnatural way possible as she lowered herself onto the pole again and again. Ann could only moan, but sometimes she just smiled at the mirror, looking at the spectacle she had created. "You're mine Ann, and I get to do with you whatever I want... I'm a huge slut, Ann Summers is a massive dirty slut!" Ann could only chuckle as she could feel the tension rise inside her entire body. "Ann Summers is going to cum on her own bed!" Ann finally came as she let herself fall down onto the wooden pole one last time to remain here as she squirted out the active vibrator with an unusually large stream of vaginal fluid that burst out of her. Ann screamed as hard as she could, as she continued to squirt all over her own bed. She rocked her body back and forth as the bedpole held her in place as much as it could. Finally she finished as she went slightly limp, letting her body just hang off the pole deeply shoved up her anus. "Okay, that should be enough for now..." Ann slowly moaned as she rose to her feet, the pole scratching and simulating her insides one last time. Once free Ann leaned forward to lap up some of the fluids off her own bed, occasionally looking the mirror to enjoy her humiliation of Ann...and of herself. "Playtime's over." Ann picked up her clothes and sat on the side of the bed. "Black panties...nice." Ann removed the nipple clamps from her body and began to dress herself. Panties, a bra to keep her new pair in place, the jeans, and finally the two-part office outfit. She got up, a warm smile on her face turning to a mean one. "Well Ann, it's time to get to work before I'm too late." Ann straightened out her short blonde hairs before applying a deep red lipstick to her lips. "Now that's a killer look..." ------------------- Ann drove up to the company parking lot, on instinct (stolen instinct) parked her car in her own spot. The person that was currently inside Ann was just letting her daily routines play out normally. Enter with keycard, greet the guards, greet others, pick up some coffee, get in the elevator and finally sitting down at her own desk. Since her boss hadn't showed up yet she continued on standby as she began to answer some e-mails and update her boss's calender. She would have to wait until he actually shows up before the fun stuff could begin. After a while she'd ran out of work for now. And that boredom meant that the girl inside Ann began to enjoy her body once again, in a subdued manner. Squeezing and rubbing her chest at the desk while also keeping a clear watch out if anyone was near. Gently she applied some pressure down below. "Oh Ann..." she said to herself "your tits are so sensitive...and massive..." Footsteps. In a blink Ann straightened herself, intensely looking at the screen in front of her. She smiled as she saw her target approach. Markus Creneth, the 20 year old heir to the Creneth fortune. "Morning Ann!" Markus was quite tall but not exceedingly handsome. Slightly above average at best. Yet he walked with a confident strut and his smile was disarming. Even his brown eyes seemed to be shining brightly. His short brown hair seemed to shine quite a bit, and she wasn't sure it was too much hair products or just by nature. "Morning, sir!" Ann waved and smiled back. As soon as Markus's back had turned the smile on Anns face turned sinister once again. She picked up a piece of paper and swung her purse around her shoulder as she followed him into his isolated office on the 17th floor. Markus sat down behind his desk and eyed up his hot secretary that was approaching. Not too obvious, as he began starting up his computer. Ann gripped the paper tight as she stood behind the desk next to her boss. "Oh..." she said as she dropped the paper in front of her. She bowed down to get it while her other hand gripped her jeans and panty and pulled them down, revealing her nude backside to her boss while positioning herself so that he could instantly take her. Markus was silent for a second. "Is this what I think it is?" "You'd better hurry up before I am done picking up this paper," Ann teased, hoping he'd go for it. "I've been waiting for this..." Markus immediately lowered his pants, kicking them off. "This is what I keep hoping for with every new secretary I get. You're a keeper, Ann!" "I just love to please.." Markus pumped his erection a bit before sliding inside Ann's ass. She moaned instantly, shivers going through her body. "Oh, yes, this is it!" Markus began to truly fuck her behind, his arms grasping around her ass. Ann moaned a bit louder, her hands grasping into the carpet. Her fake body easily adapted around Markus' erection as every thrust seemed to reverb through her body. Markus slapped her ass, pushing her down deeper into the carpet. "He's a real good fuck, he is...such a shame..." "I always knew you were a bit slut Ann. I've seen you staring....what took you so long?" "Seize the day and such..." "I know what I'm seizing..." Markus continued to push Ann down, pushing with a flat hand on her back while his free hand delivered a series of slaps on Ann's rear. Markus could really feel it now...everything he wanted...a secretary that would truly deliver on all his desires. He'd no longer need to rub one off at work... Markus came, and both of them moaned as one as Markus shot his full load into Ann's behind. His movements slowed, and with a final slap he pulled out. He quickly zipped back up and fell back into his chair with a happy sigh. "Simply amazing.." He looked in surprise as Ann quickly pulled up her panty and jeans without bothering to deal with the slight dribble of cum that was leaking out from behind. "Shouldn't you clean that up?" "No." Ann got on her feet and rummaged in her purse. "I like it when it just...sloshes around in there." "Someone's a damn dirty slut." "Besides, I'm not going to run around as Ann for much longer." Ann pulled out the costume gun and aimed it at Markus. "Sorry, "boss", but Ann's been replaced, and so will you!" "What the hell?" Markus looked at his secretary with confusion. "Are you yapping about?" "Oh, let me show you..." With her free hand, Ann reached under her chin, pulling until the Ann mask ripped from her face. The Goth girl flashed another smug grin, this time with her true face. "Raise your voice and I shoot." The warmth had truly left her voice... and face. "Who the hell are you?" Markus asked in anger, before it turned to desire. "And why is so god damn sexy to see a wrong face on Ann's body. He examined the mask that "Ann" held in her hand. "I'm here to replace you, and steal from you. Don't worry, I'll put you back after a few days and a lot of money lighter..." The Goth face on top of Ann's body licked her lips. "Wait, give me that thing!" Markus pointed at the mask. The Goth raised an eyebrow. "Eh, you did fuck me correctly..." She tossed him the Ann mask, ready to shoot at any time. Markus grabbed the mask and touched it, feeling it just like human skin...just empty. And then he instantly flung the mask straight at the Goth's face, while leaping from his chair. In one movement Markus had grabbed "Ann's" hand with the gun in it and spun it around, forcing Ann minus her face onto the ground. She dropped the costume gun and the smug smile on her face dissapeared the moment she noticed Markus had her on her knees with the tip of the costume gun against her head. "Okay, bitch, I don't know who you are, or what you are, but you're going to answer me. GET UP!" Markus motioned upward with the costume gun as he let go of Ann's hand. "Turn around and face me..." The goth on top of Ann's body couldn't help but notice that Markus had quite a bulge down below, as if he found this whole thing highly erotic. "So, answer my questions or I shoot." "You don't even know what that gun does." "Tell me, then." The Goth seemed defiant until Markus fired the gun at an angle clearly meant to miss her. The ray hit a nearby chair and did nothing. "Okay, some weak-ass laser gun." Markus aimed back at The Goth. "So it won't matter if I shoot you with it, eh?" "No!" The Goth merely glared. "It's a costume gun. Turns anyone you shoot into a wearable costume." "...so you...you shot Ann? Are you wearing her right now?" The bulge down below seemed to grow just a bit more as Markus spoke those words. "Yep." Markus used his free hand to scratch his hair. So many thoughts and ideas were running through his head. "And you wanted to...shoot me and become me?" "Yeah, dipshit." Another silence fell. "So now what?" the goth barked. "Bring Ann back. Stop pretending to be her, right now!" Markus's eyes flashed to the monitor on his right showing the security footage. "Crap, I don't have time for this." He could see two people approaching his office, arriving in only 20 seconds. And here he was pointing a strange gun at the woman who was now impersonating his secretary minus the head of his secretary. "Put the Ann back on, stand right next to my desk and be quiet." "You aren't serious..." Markus fired another warning shot. "Fine!" The Goth lifted the Ann mask up and over her head. With a quick movement the face crumpled and distorted into its place. With a look of utter fascination Markus saw the face and body merge and meld into one. Ann was back...but this time he knew just who was below the mask. "You're going to be Ann for a moment longer. And if you do anything I WILL shoot you! Understood?" "Go fuck yourself." Markus glared as she sat down behind his desk, lowering the arm holding the gun below his desk, forever pointed at his secretary. Moments later two men in matching suits came in. "Johnson, Green, what can I do for you today." Markus used his free hand to wave, and Ann sheepishly joined in to try and mock Markus. "We need you to sign off on this, please." "I'm rather busy today, just put it on my desk and let me sign it. Ann giggled as she noticed that one of the businessmen was obviously checking her out. The other man put down a few papers, laying them out wide. Markus reached for a bit but then pulled out a pen and signed it all. "Now go, i'm very busy." 'Yes sir, have a nice day." "Bye Ann!" "Bye mister Green!" Ann responded with a blow kiss that was quite out of character. As the door was closed behind them Markus continued his interrogation "How do you do the voice?" "It's in the mask, stupid. It's not just some recreation of a person, it is the person." Ann built up a bit of courage to pull her business jacket and shirt open, flashing her boobs. Markus's eyes strayed for a moment, but then regained focus. "Using her body won't help your case, liar." "You know you want to get some more of your sexy sexy secretary, don't you?" "You're just here to steal from me. I'm not stupid, girl." Ann squeezed her breasts, rubbing in circles as her nipples pressed outwards as much as they could. "So...you can just pull off any part you want from her body? And it just...reattaches itself. "Yes, you idiot. I am Ann, in every sense of the way. I have her memories, her thoughts, her subtle body langage, her subconcious...but I can shut it all down any moment I wish." "Pull off her breasts." "What?" "Do it, remove her breasts now." "I'm just having fun." She squeezed her own nipples and almost tried to suck on one when another warning shot grazed past her head. "Fuck you." With a big glare she tugged at both breasts until they came loose, revealing the far less impressive very pale looking breasts below it. She tried to throw it at Markus's head, but he easily deflected it. "Someone's a feisty girl..." Markus lifted the empty chest skin off the ground, pushing it in his pocket without looking at what he was doing. "Now cover yourself." Ann closed the buttons and did her best to straighten out her jacket even though it looked horribly ill fitting without big breasts to fill it. "Now, we're going somewhere, and if you run or make a noise I will chase you down and expose you for the freak you are!" Markus couldn't help but notice that under the semi-crumpled blouse two dots pushed themselves forward. "She gets turned on by being dominated...something to keep in mind." he thought "And if you think you can beat me in a sprint in those shoes you're sorely mistaken. Now, it would look real bad if I am threatening my own secretary with a gun as I leave the building. So, you're going to walk in front of me and don't look back." Markus put the gun in his pocket, making sure to keep a good distance. "Move." "Asshole." "Thieving Bitch." ----------------------------------------------------------- Markus had gotten his driver to pick them up in his own limousine. Ann had been silent all the way, occasionally throwing death glares his way while he himself felt rather smug. He had her by the breasts, so to say. They both didn't say much, mainly because Markus kept her at at least arms length and his hand was never far away from the costume gun. "We're here." The car stopped and both of them got out. Ann couldn't believe just how luxurious Markus's mansion was. 4 floors high, really wide, with all sorts of pools and training grounds surrounding it. "Thank you, Dirk. I'll be in touch." The driver merely nodded as he drove off back to the garage. "What are you going to do to me you prick?" "I haven't quite figured out yet... come on, move." Markus used the remote to open the metal gate in front of them to let them onto the property while Ann could only grumble. She should be him, rolling around and living in luxury doing absolutely nothing. Yet here she was, held hostage in the form of his secretary. The luxury in front of her, unattainable and certainly distant. "Hello, Escorts Tonight? Yes, One please. Pretty Girl. Blonde. One evening. Price doesn't matter. Hayhill 3." Markus pushed Ann inside as he pulled out a loose cable from one of his kitchen appliances. "At least give me my breasts back, this just looks wrong." Ann motioned at her ill fitting chest. "Whatever." Markus reached in his pocket to grab the loose skin that was missing from her chest and chuck it at her. Ann opened her blouse, pressed the skin onto the pale tiny breasts and waited for the holes to close and her breasts to fill up. "Now ,lie down on the floor," Ann shouted a few expletives but did comply. Markus quickly tied her hands behind her back before she could attempt anything more. "Now sit and shut the fuck up. I need to think." Markus sat down in a chair while Ann chose to just sit on the floor in defiance. ------------------- Some time later... ------------------- The doorbell rang, and Markus let the pretty girl in skimpy clothing onto the property. He headed to the door while still keeping a close eye on Ann on the ground. "Hey, you ordered an escort for tonight? I'm Celeste." "Please come in." Markus closed the door behind her and pulled the costume gun out. As Celeste entered the room she stared in surprise at the tied up Ann before she collapsed onto the ground in the shape of a skinsuit. "Okay, show me how it works." Markus untied Ann and quickly got out of arm's length. He kicked over the escort's skinsuit and pointed at it. "Do it then." Ann rubbed her wrists. "You do it!" "I insist." Ann rolled her eyes as she picked up the escorts empty skin. You just think of a zipper as you touch the skin." A zipper appeared on the escorts back. "Its just like wearing clothes really." Ann opened the zipper and showed the empty back to Markus. she put one first into the face to straighten it out a bit before slipping her head into the skinsuit. The form of Anns face could still be seen inside that of the blonde escort but it soon merged into one. "As i said, the voice also changes when the mask is activated. Happy now, asshole?" "Put it all on." Markus unzipped his pants but kept them on, letting his erection free. the tip was deeply purple and was leaking pre cum. Ann noticed it and began to turn the process into a private show. With two hands in her new skin she tugged at her own shoulders before letting one hand go down and massage one of the limp nipples. Another hand followed and she pulled both of her new breasts in to place while her nipples stretched along. As soon as her new breasts had settled she began teasing Markus with them. "Go on!" "Ann" sighed as she worked the rest of her body inside, the clothes scrubbing against the inside of the skinsuit causing all sorts of strange shapes to form underneath it. Ann pulled up the zipper and smiled at Markus "Ta-daa." Markus couldn't resist it all and came on the floor, doing his best to squeeze as much out of himself as he could. Of course, he kept an eye out for "Ann" or rather the naked escort on the chair opposite him. Markus cleaned himself up and closed his zipper "Are you happy with the free show, pervert?" "Yeah...that was something else..." Markus kept the gun aimed at "Celeste" at all times "So will she remember any of this? And Ann?" "Not a thing. They wont even remember getting shot." "How long have you been doing this?" Celeste raised her hands, her breasts shaking along with the movement. "Years." "So, you spend years being other people, living their lives and stealing from them. AND!" Markus continued. "You're a lonely freak l that gets turned on by being dominated." "What the hell are you on about." "You can be a perfect copy of my secretary, but you cant hide your own arousal about this whole thing!" "Neither can you!." Ann pointed at the cumstain on the floor. "No...seeing you become that escort...was the hottest thing ive ever seen. Get out of that escort, i think Ann is prettier. "I agree." The escort pulled at her own neck until her face came loose. Ann flung the mask aside as she opened the zipper behind her From there it was as easy as stepping out. Ann Summers was back, her blouse a bit crumpled due to being compressed. "Undress." "What, you want a blow-job too now?" "Just do it." Ann ripped off her clothes in a wild uncaring fashion and put her legs and arms wide so Markus could see it all. "You are not getting away with this." Ann could do little else to spite Markus. "I want to offer you a deal." "I come here to steal from you and you want to hire me now? Please." "You get to be Ann for a while longer, doing her job and living her life...while spending your evenings here." "And what would i get out of that exactly?" "A free stay, anything money can buy and you wont have to be lonely ever again." Ann was taken aback. "That's too good to be true! Why would you do that for me?" "Because ive never seen anything hotter then you becoming that escort. And because i really want to meet the person underneath the Ann mask. Who you really are..." Ann doubted for a moment. "Deal." She removed her face once again revealing the piercing laden goth face. "And what is your name, your real name?" She smiled as she ripped off another mask, pale skin parting to reveal a redhead girl. She wasn't pretty, a 5/10 at best but there was something cute about her freckles and fuzzy hair. "I am Andrea Lencroft." Markus pocketed the costume gun, approaching her carefully as he tugged at her face. It didn't budge or stretch. This really was her. Markus leaned in for a quick kiss on her face. "Pleasure to meet you Andrea. Now. I want you to go back to Ann and ill get someone to pick you up and bring you back to the office. You're going back home to Anns place, and i will speak to you in the morning." "Why not just drive me home?" "I want to avoid giving any substance to the rumor that im fucking my own secretary." "Well you did..." "That was you. Ann never would have done that." Markus shook his head. "And i don't need my secretary asking questions about the day she cant remember in which she was last seen leaving the office with me. I need you as Ann until we figure some things out." Andrea nodded. "I see. And for playing her and 'more.' I get to use your credit card and stay in this mansion?" Markus nodded. "Just follow my orders and you'll be fine." Markus handed Andrea a credit card. "Theres no limit on this one. Go out and get Ann a sexy black latex outfit and wear it to work tomorrow morning." Markus handed Andrea both of the masks. She slipped the goth mask between her neck while putting on the Ann mask. The bump in her neck faded and Ann was whole once again. Ann got dressed, and just as she wanted to leave Markus grabbed her by her blouse, holding her very close. "Make no mistake. You work for me now. Do as I say and i can make anything you could possibly want for be delivered to you front door. But don't step out of line, Andrea." Markus let her go. "Now go and get me something sexy to dress Ann in tomorrow. And remember there really is no limit on that card, and you're free to use it." Ann nodded. "See you tomorrow." "Yes...sir." Ann left through the front door, and both of them were deeply in thought about what had just transpired. "I hope this gamble pays off." "Was that even real? Why would he just...let me go and give me his credit card? Is this whole thing worth it?" "Is it?" ----------- As Markus entered the room he was somewhat nervous. Ann was at her desk doing her morning routine but her clothes were more conservative then yesterday. Her blouse was now tightly shut all the way up to her neck which got him worried for a second. "Good morning Ann." "Morning, sir." The blonde nodded and smiled. "Everything all right?" "Andrea?" Ann frowned and crossed her arms. "Who else?" "Ah i thought because..." Markus stopped himself. "Let's head to my office." "Yes, sir." Anns voice was a bit too cold and uncaring for Markus's taste. "Ann never sounded that cold." She suddenly went into a very mocking childish tone. "Oh I'm sorry sir I'll make sure to sound as sweet as i possibly can." Markus sat down behind his chair, and Ann sat opposite him. "Undress." Markus didn't need to raise his voice. Ann began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse t. As she opened more and more a black latex suit was revealed underneath keeping Anns large breasts tightly in place. "Good." As Ann tried to take off her blouse Markus coughed. "Just keep it open. Show me the rest." Ann complied as she lowered her skintight jeans to show off the rest of the skin tight latex outfit which covered her entirely below her neck except for a triangular hole revealing her vagina. "Are you happy now? is this what you want? A sexy secretary to fuck whenever you feel like?" Markus got up and closed the distance within five seconds "I want you." Markus grabbed her by the shoulder while his other hand began to stimulate her exposed vagina with three fingers at the time. Ann shivered and instinctively returned Markus' embrace. She tried to kiss him but he suddenly backed off. "Sure...the body you're in right now is incredible." Markus squeezed her breasts, rubbing them in circles. "But i want you. You in many different forms, but you being the one underneath." "Show me your true face, girl." Ann already had a warm face but now she was truly blushing. She reached for her both of her cheeks, pulling them forward, distorting her face. She gripped the two extended cheeks tight, as her whole face was now pulled forward. Her blond hair shook around and she flung it forward, pulling it as well. Ann's head came loose, but her neck remained Ann's thinner version. Andrea positioned Ann's arms in front of her in a sort of defensive, embarrassed manner while she looked away. "You've already seen my face...my body isn't any better. I wouldn't mind just staying as your sexy slut secretary Ann." "Absolutely not." Markus was absolute in his dismissal. "That would basically be murder. Sure, Ann would still exist, but you'd take away her chance at a life by being her forever. I told you yesterday, this is just a temporary thing until we figure out exactly what we're going to do." Markus smiled. "And maybe I do like to have a secretary i can fuck on command." Markus looked past Andrea on Ann's body through the glass door, seeing someone approach. "Quick, get under my desk!" "What?" "Grab your stuff and go." Andrea lifted the Ann mask of the ground, quickly clambering underneath Markus's desk, the only real place she could hide in his office. Markus sat at his desk, making sure Andrea was well out of sight. "Green." "Morning sir." The man in the business suit sat down opposite Markus. "There's been some rumors going around that you and Ann are a thing." Markus didn't flinch, not one second. "She broke down crying yesterday over her workload. I took her home, gave her the rest of the day off. We talked for a bit and I let her be." "She didn't seem all that worked up when you left with her yesterday." "Would you want to show off that you cried at work?" "Well no...but..." "So let her be." "Where is she anyhow?" "Oh shes underneath my desk sucking me dry." Markus leaned back and smiled. Mr. Green could only glare in shock. "I'm making a joke you dick. Get the hell out of my office and never come in here again talking about useless rumors." "Yes sir." Green left in quite a hurry. "You can come out now." Markus smiled as he gazed down at the sight of Ann in a black latex suit going down on his dick "We have to be more covert then this, Andrea." She lifted herself up. "Call me Ann...that's who am right now." "Yeah, okay then Ann. I'm not done yet." Markus pointed down to his erection that was leaking pre-cum "Yes sir." Ann went down again, head sticking out from underneath his desk as she bobbed up and down, circling her tongue around. "You have a ton of experience at this don't you, Ann. I bet you've been all the pretty girls at the office." Ann pulled off. "Actually, no I came here for you...to milk you. Just not like this." Markus pushed Ann back down. "Finish up and then we can talk." Ann increased her pace and pressure , quickly pushing Markus over the edge. He came, shooting a full load into Ann's mouth whom swallowed it all. She continued to go down on him until he was completely dry. "Good." "Get dressed and sit down." Ann crawled underneath the desk, quickly putting her office outfit back on. "Did you spill any on my hair?" Markus slapped her on her ass. "No, now sit down." "So tell me Ann, what did you buy outside of this lovely hidden outfit of yours?" "A few things...but that's for when we get to your home. It should be delivered about now." "What did you buy?" Ann waved her finger and showed her tongue in a joking fashion. "You'll see it when you get home." "Iloveyou," Markus blurted it out, almost in a puking fashion Ann sat there quietly for a moment. "So...it's true. You've completely fallen for me." "Yes." Markus, the powerful, dominant heir to an uncountable future blushed and looked away. "For me....Andrea? Or for me, Ann the hot slut on command." "You, Andrea...I don't know what's gotten over me but i think it must be love...love after one day. Love after...first unmasking." "I...I love you too Markus." They embraced one another, slowly kissing and hugging each other passionately in a way reminicent of a romantic movie. "So tell me, what did you buy, Ann?" "Extra equipment. But as I said, dear, you'll see it tonight." "Can't wait, dear. Now get back to work. We do not need to fuel any more rumours now, do we?"