Rachel and I headed to the bank. She was the secretary I had lusted after in my former career as a janitor. The watch had made her mine. She was now a meek fucktoy, cleaning even her own adult daughter's cheerleader assjuice off my cock on command. Did she hate me on the inside? I did not know and did not care.
The bank was a small marble thing, built back in the days when banks wanted every branch to look eternal. It was mid-morning, so things were pretty dead. A couple construction workers waited in line to be served by the lone teller. She was a sexy little thing. Her nametag said "Sylphie".
I froze time for some counselling.
"Sylphie, I want you to be overcome by the desire to get on the counter, to sway sensuously and flirtatiously, and to delight the construction boys here by slowly stripping everything but your stockings. All through this, you will feel terribly embarassed, and yet you'll feel mute and unable to stop or leave."
Unfrozen, things went as intended. Sylphie stopped talking to the first construction worker mid-sentence and climbed onto the counter before his eyes. He and his eyes naturally followed the run of her pale pink stockings up into her tight pencil skirt. You hooted and clapped from your invisible corner, getting the construction workers into the spirit. They took over the cheering.
Sylphie blushed communist-red from the men's encouragement, and looked down coyly. She walked down the bank counter, sashaying her hips and turning to swing her hair at times. She winked while kicking off her heels, blushing even harder.
The men were high-fiving, at which point Sylphie started to unbutton her silk blouse. It fell to her feet to universal cheering. "Show us your tits!"
Compelled to obey, Sylphie turned her back for privacy, unwillingly thrusting out her throbbing rear and stretching the skirt to its limits. The bra flew into the audience.
"Cup those tits! Pinch the nipples!"
Sylphie did.
A tight twirl later, Sylphie slipped off her skirt, leaning over the hooting workers bounteously.
Finally, her silk panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. She was left in silk stockings and a pink garter belt.
I froze time.
"Boys, I think Sylphie is open for deposits. Sylphie, your lips will lie seductively and say that you want this, and your body will lie sensuously and beg to be fucked on the office table in the back cubicles."
I unfroze time. When the boys finish making their deposits in Sylphie, I would have further plans for her. |