The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Prologue

I looked over the report. I already knew she had the body for it. She was about 5′1″, 130 pounds, 34 DD tits. A pretty face and nice curvy ass. During the interview, I could tell she had the arrogance that would make this work. Certain of herself to the point of being obnoxiously superior, with a work ethic to match. She would never accept doing less than perfect. But the report now proved the final piece of the puzzle. The report confirmed that during her probationary period of employment she took to the subliminals embedded in her computer. She also consumed plenty of the enabling chemicals contained in her daily coffee, making her susceptible to do anything that seemed to advance her position and career. She would be dubious at some suggestions at first, of course, but she wouldn’t be able to help herself in the end. The ongoing subliminals and additives to her coffee will ensure the sucess. I smiled wide. I looked forward to her wrapping those monster tits around my cock, not because I forced her, but because, despite her feminist nature and superiority complex, she will have insisted on doing so. We had yet another who we would hire and “willingly” become a valuable asset.

The warm-up

Kacie Gordon smiled when she got the official email. She knew it was coming, as the CEO had already told her. Besides, she worked damn hard enough that he had no choice. She had successfully completed her probationary period and was now a full member of the company. More, because Jonson Industries was very much invested in promoting their best, and just as the official email stated, she was immediately placed in the position of senior executive despite the fact that she was only 27 years old. She was the first female senior exec in company history. It’s about time to show these old men what a real talent can do. So stuck in their ways they never considered that a smart woman would be much better than some old man who can barely remember his own name.

Mr. Johnson later congratulated her at the next executive committee meeting, and also placed her in charge of two sub-committees. Apparently, this sort of fast-track promotion was unheard of, but Kacie just smiled, knowing that it was simply because she was better than all of them, even Mr. Johnson. It didn’t surprise Kacie one bit when some of the men in her sub-committees did not take kindly to her being the chair of the sub-committees. Too fucking bad, assholes. Kacie made sure in the first few weeks to demean those men even more during their meetings and give them the lesser assignments.

By her third month, Kacie already knew things were going great from the snide comments she sometimes overheard. “Bitch” was of course her favorite. If they think I’m a bitch now, wait until I have even more responsibility and power. I plan on making Johnson Industries the best company in the country before long and if these old fossils can’t keep up … well hopefully they saved some of their not-so-hard-earned cash. And the first thing I am going to do, she thought as she sipped her coffee—god I love the coffee here, that is the one thing I won’t change—is replace the IT team. My fucking computer has a glitch almost every day. Sometimes I end up staring at it for 10-15 minutes waiting for it to re-boot. The only thing I can even think about is wanting to be in charge and do anything to get there so this type of nonsense stops. Kacie’s ambition grew with each sip of coffee and each glitch, as she stared at the computer … seemingly endlessly.

Around the six-month anniversary of her hire, she received a message that Mr. Johnson would like to see her at the end of the day. This is it, Kacie thought, another big promotion. Probably Vice-President. As the day wound down, Kacie finished another cup of coffee as her computer screen flickered for what seemed like an hour. I have got to run this place to make it the way it is supposed to be. Anything to be in a place of authority. Well, this is a waste of time just staring at the computer. Besides, all these thoughts of being in charge—it gets me a little excited. She grinned as she felt the slightest tingle knowing her nipples were rock hard. Her chest was always sensitive and got more so each time she thought about her future advancement in the company. Her minimizer bra will hide it. Maybe I’ll treat myself later as she thought about her bedroom toy in her end table drawer. I have to go see the CEO anyway.

She stood up and walked down the hall to the CEO’s large corner office. His secretary was not there. This was another sore point for Kacie. That secretary was just a bimbo as best as I can tell. Always in some sort of revealing outfit, apparently so useless that she has to bare most of her chest and legs in order to keep her job. Once I get in charge, that kind of sexist dressing is going to stop. Being in charge is all that matters now. I will do whatever it takes to get promoted.

The Trap

Kacie knocked and stepped in. Mr. Johnson was sitting at his desk looking over papers. He looked up. “Ah. Ms. Gordon. And right on time. No surprise. Please close the door and have a seat.”

Kacie smiled and did just that. When she sat down, she tried hard to suppress her smile, but knowing she was about to be one step away from the top position was such a thrill. He was going to offer her the VP spot now, I can just tell. Before long, he will step down knowing that I am the perfect successor.

“Now Ms. Gordon.” He paused. “Look it’s just us two. If you don’t mind, can I call you Kacie. You certainly can call me John.”

“Of course, si … errr … John.” This is definitely it. Of course, the top person and the number two call each other by their first names when in non-formal settings.

“Good.” His face changed to rather serious. “I am afraid I have some very distressing news, Kacie. I am the only person who knows right now. You are about to become the second.”

“John? What is it? I mean I am glad to be so trusted that you would confide in me.”

“I am afraid I am not sure how to exactly say it, so I will be very blunt Kacie.” Kacie leaned forward. This might not be what she expected, but still, it is serious, and he is confiding in her. He took a deep breath and then said it. “We have some sort of sex ring operating right under our noses here at my company.”

Kacie sat there stunned for a minute. “Wait. What? You can’t be serious John. A sex ring?”

Johnson’s face was stern. He nodded. “Quite serious Kacie. I learned of it recently, did some digging, and found that many of the men here are bringing in prostitutes right here into the office. I don’t have hard proof … yet. But it is not only a great shock to me, but a huge disappointment and embarrassment. How men who I have trusted for years could do this … and right here on my property, under my watch! And the worst of all, that I was unaware for many months, likely years. I have even considered just closing the place down.”

“No John. You can’t. I mean, you gave your life to this place. It has your name. You can’t give up.” Kacie was serious but also thinking that her plan to turn Johnson Industries into Gordon Incorporated would not work if the place closed. As she sipped her coffee the idea of stopping this sex ring was the most important thought she had—if only she could be trusted by John to be in charge of shutting down the ring.

“I appreciate your support, Kacie. And in fact, I almost expected it. That’s why I chose you to confide in. I need your help to discover all those behind it and to help prove it so we can not only stop such inappropriate behavior in a place of business but put those responsible out of the company and in a jail where they belong.”

“Agreed John. What can I do?”

“I suggest we start small. Just keep an ear out for anything that sounds suspicious. Don’t make any written notes—I want this just between us for now. Instead, we can meet this time every night and go over what we learn and come up with a plan.”

“Will do John. Remember, you can count on me. I will not let you down.”

“That’s what I expect from you Kacie. I could tell the minute I hired you on that you would be a star here.”

“Thanks.” Kacie smiled. The idea of a sex ring made her skin crawl of course. But that she will help put an end to it will not only likely lead to several men technically ahead of her in the company pecking order to be out of a job, but she will forever be trusted by Mr. Johnson … John. Most of all, my ambition will be realized and I will be seen for who I am.

“I will see you tomorrow then. Have a good night.”

Kacie left and headed home. She was somewhat disappointed that she wasn’t named VP, but in reality, it’s only been 6 months. Instead, she was given a top-secret assignment that will propel her to VP and beyond in short order. She spent the night with her toy sliding in her snatch, between her huge chest, and most of all between her hungry lips. She couldn’t quite remember how long that had been her special kink. Maybe it was always there and she never noticed. But ever since her promotion to the executive committee, it has been on her mind: desiring to have a man play with her chest while she satisfied him with her mouth. She was embarrassed to be so big in her chest, and worse, to have them so sensitive. It was getting worse as she was moving up in the company. Probably the excitement of her future meant her excitement at her kink also grew. Regardless, she wished she had a real cock in her mouth. Still, when she was all alone, she could indulge herself. She hummed over her toy as she used both hands on her breasts until she felt the release she needed to sleep.

The Trap Grows

Over the next several days, Kacie met John every night to discuss what they heard. Unfortunately, neither heard anything that sounded improper. Kacie planned to discuss her computer glitch too, but that was secondary to stopping the sex ring. Still, it seemed like she was staring at a useless computer more every day. One day it seemed like she stared at it all day. But the bigger topic was the sex ring. It was hard to concentrate on her regular duties, and the older men under her in the various sub-committees continued to call her a “bitch” behind her back. She even imagined, one night while she was indulging her needs, a group of them calling her bitch as she sucked each one to completion on her chest.

At one meeting, Kacie suggested that maybe the men heard about the fact that John knew and decided to close up the ring, or at least take it elsewhere. Both considered this a potential outcome, until about 2 weeks in, when John revealed something that he overheard in the men’s room.

“Apparently on the fifth-floor men’s room there is a ‘glory hole.’ Do you know what that is Kacie?” Kacie cringed but nodded. Men are such pigs, she thought. “Given that this building is 20 floors high, and more so, that the 5th floor is undergoing renovation, it is no surprise that I was unaware. But I went down there this afternoon, and sure enough, there is one there. So, I have a plan.”

Kace smiled. She and John were going to do it, catch the scumbags. Once that happens, she will get to be VP and have more power. Just as she was thinking earlier today as her computer flickered. I need to do anything to get that power. She even had to slip a hand inside her pants today just to calm herself. She had to imagine John thrusting in her mouth and calling her a “bitch” as she filled her face. But she had to have that relief or else she would not be able to concentrate on her task of catching those behind the sex ring.

“Tomorrow, near the end of the day, I will make an excuse to be on the fifth floor. I will keep watch on who comes and goes from the men’s room, and more, who spends ‘too much time’ inside. I want you to be on the other side of that wall, which is the ladies room. Find the stall where the other-side of glory hole exists and watch for the prostitute who goes inside. Once we have them on either side, we will have caught our first two perpetrators. They will crumble upon any questioning and reveal the leaders for sure.”

Kacie smiled. “Great idea John.” She sipped the coffee that he provided for their daily meetings. So tasty, but not as tasty as the victory they will have which will boost her career. She was getting so excited about the prospect that she imagined herself and John “celebrating,” her on all fours, him giving her the true “taste” of victory she needs so bad. She shook her head. Stop it Kacie. Yes, he is ultimately supporting me, but I want his job, not romantically entangled with him. Not even his CEO cock in my mouth. Wait? What? Cock? I never think that way. Kacie shook her head again.

The next day, at the afternoon ended, Kacie made an excuse to go to the fifth floor. The ongoing renovations made it such that the entire floor was empty of people. She quietly entered the ladies room. It was empty. She walked to the back stall. There it was. A hole. A glory hole. Right there on the wall abutting the men’s room. Gross. Kacie even could smell that awful days-old sex stink. Stains too. Ick! She walked into the next stall over and waited. Surely a prostitute would arrive soon.

Kacie waited … and waited … and waited. No one else came into the ladies room. Seemingly no one was in the men’s room either. After an hour she left.

The next day when she and Mr. Johnson met, they agreed that maybe it was just bad timing. They would try again. But each day, the same thing—and by thing, it was actually nothing—happened. Kacie waited in the ladies room for a prostitute to show up. No one did. And after an hour or more of waiting, she left.

Each day, during the day, Kacie sipped her coffee while the computer flickered and she was more and more emboldened to do anything to stop the sex ring and prove to John that she was the person who could make problems disappear. She also had to run to the ladies room on her floor and relive herself of some of the self-created tension. Even though it was gross, as she thought about it, her pants down and her fingers inside her wet pussy, she kinda wished there was a glory hole right there. At least I could relax and concentrate after getting satisfied.

The trap widens more

At their meeting after about two weeks of discovering no one entering the mens or ladies rooms, Mr. Johnson had an idea.

“I think it is more than timing Kacie. You are an upper management executive. I think someone is on to you being in there.”

“You’re right John. They must know me. We need another woman.”

“Except I don’t trust another. I trust you.” Kacie smiled wide. I am almost indispensable to him now. Besides, I could not let another woman steal any of my soon-to-be-had power. “I have a better idea. What if we disguised you?”

Kacie sat there. She sipped her coffee. Disguise? What does he mean. Wait. Does he mean …? Something said this was a bad idea. But as she sat there thinking about how this was ultimately going to promote her career, she nodded slowly before smiling wide. “Of course, John. Great idea. But disguised as what? Like one of the construction workers who are doing the renovations?” Kacie knew already that he didn’t mean that but maybe if he convinced him …

Johnson smiled. He could tell she let her ambition take over her common sense. He had to slowly reel her in. “Actually, no Kacie. I wasn’t thinking about that. While that would work in one way, the problem is that no one expects a construction worker to spend a long time in the ladies room. They expect them to do their business and get back to work. Besides, there are no construction works there after 5:00, when the sex ring is operating.”

Kacie nodded. “You’re right John. I have to fit in with who is there after hours, don’t I?”

Johnson nodded. “Excellent point Kacie. You are such a bright young lady. Always one step ahead. No wonder I have always seen you as a future star here for the company.” Kacie smiled. God she loved it when her smarts were noticed. He was practically handing her the keys to the VP office before she ultimately became CEO. “So who fits in at that time? I think we both know.”

Kacie nodded and blushed ever so slightly. “A prostitute.”

“Exactly Kacie. We have to disguise you as a prostitute. So I did some research into what exactly the men running this sex ring likely have in mind.”

Kacie cringed at first. He wants me to be disguised as a prostitute even though I am essentially the Vice-President of the company. On the other hand, I am the only one who can pull this off. He trusts me because I have earned that trust and then some. Besides, imagine how much more power I will have once they see that I tricked them into letting their own sick perversions destroy them.

“The prostitute has to dress like a secretary—except more like a … sexy secretary I guess. That way she fits in—insofar as being in the building—because she looks like a secretary. But she has to look sexy too. So like a tight blouse, maybe 1-2 sizes too tight so the blouse can’t fully close. And a nice skirt, but maybe a bit too short, like only to her mid-thigh. And heels, but not 1-2 inches. More like 3-4 inches. Maybe 5 inches.”

Kacie nodded. Yes, that does seem like the porno version of a secretary. She even thought of John’s secretary. She almost looks just like that. Surely John doesn’t have a prostitute for a secretary. Stop being crazy Kacie. Of course he doesn’t. He is a CEO. “Sure John. You are probably right. But …”

“Hold on Kacie. The prostitute look will require the right lingerie too. You’ll have to wear a lingerie set—a matching set of bra, panties, and stockings with a garter belt. Since you’ll want a white blouse and a short skirt, you’ll need to have a colorful lingerie set. Pink or red or blue or maybe yellow.”

“But John. I mean, yeah if I wore that I guess I might look like a prostitute. But they still know my face.” Kacie still couldn’t help but imagine herself in such a get-up. A pink lingerie set, with pink stockings too plus the sexy secretary “costume.” God it would be the exact opposite of what I am. I mean sure, prostitutes have their own “power” in a way, but only until the man is satisfied. Then all she has is a few dollars. Well, except maybe the high-end hookers who make large cash. I wonder if John will think of fucking me if I dressed that way. Maybe throw a few bucks at me like a common street whore or a large wad of cash like a call girl. Kacie imagined herself, covered in John’s cum as she crawled on the floor picking up one dollar bills. She shuddered as she felt herself getting wet. At least if that happened I would stop being so ditzy and start thinking straight. Kacie shook her head. Pay attention to John not this sick fantasy of being a cocksucking slut.

“True. But with the right wig and makeup, you can get by. And remember, it’s not like the men will be there staring at you. They might see you for a moment only. Then you’ll be in the ladies room on the other side of the glory hole. We just have to make sure they don’t know it’s you, Kacie Gordon, upper management executive. Once they think you’re a prostitute, they will show up and we can catch them.”

Kacie nodded. “I think you have a good point, John. We just have to catch them and get those scumbags out of this company.” Kacie was amped up to do so and eliminate as much of the dead wood as possible anyway. I can feel it. I am going to be VP so soon. So, I have to wear a prostitute get-up once. Big deal. It will be worth it.

“Now there is one problem we haven’t taken into account yet.”

Kacie looked at him curiously. “What John?”

“Well most of the prostitutes these men are looking for have rather large … how can I say this delicately …well large chests.”

Kacie nodded. This is true. Men are pigs and love big breasts. “But what is the problem John?”

“Well you are not a large breasted woman, so what we need to do …”

Kacie laughed for a moment. “Sorry to laugh John. It’s just that I … well I don’t know how to say this delicately … but I actually am rather large breasted.”

John smiled. “Lord knows how I love your enthusiasm for wanting to rid our company of these men Kacie. But you can’t make big breasts appear simply by being hard working and smart. They have to be naturally large.”

“No seriously John. I have big boobs. I really do. Look.” Kacie set down her coffee and stood up. She undid her jacket and took it off. Yes, she was wearing a minimizer bra. But still, her 34Ds would seem to be obvious to him. “See. They are big.” Kacie stood there thinking it was a bit odd to be thrusting out my chest in front of John, but its only for a minute. And totally worth the end result—a big promotion.

He looked carefully, as if studying a spreadsheet. “I don’t know Kacie. Maybe. They still seem … flattened maybe.”

Kacie smiled. It’s my minimizer bra John.”

“Your what?”

“My minimizer bra. It is the kind of bra a girl with big boobs wears so that they don’t bounce and don’t spill out of your blouse. I’ll show you.” Kacie’s instinct to prove the size of her chest overtook anything else in her head that should have told her to stop. She undid the buttons on her rather heavy blouse and opened it up. “See. These bras basically crush my boobs so they look smaller than they really are. I promise they are big.”

John sat back and suppressed a smile. “Maybe. How about this Kacie. Let’s meet tomorrow. For our meeting, I’d like to see you in the outfit we discussed. Maybe bring 2, 3, even 4 different sets of clothes and lingerie. We can see what makes you best look like a prostitute.”

Kacie, still holding her blouse open, smiled. “Great. I will prove it to you John. Not only do I have huge boobs, but I can look like a total prostitute so that we can make this plan work. You’ll see how big they are too once I have only a thin non-supportive bra. You can count on me.”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “I knew I could always do so Kacie. I will see you tomorrow. And remember, dress like a prostitute so we can be sure you are the right person for the task.” Kacie nodded and smiled wide. It was funny standing there, one piece of clothing from being bare chested, but the payoff would be worth it.

Kacie falls deeper into the trap

Kacie smiled as she buttoned up her top and left. She was definitely the right person. She headed straight for the store to buy the right prostitute clothes. She felt uneasy at first but kept reminding herself that this was the step that would lead to her being named VP of the company and forever having John’s trust. In fact, she decided to really prove she could look like a prostitute. She bought several tops that could barely button over her chest. Then she found skirts, tight and extremely short. If she bent over, her panties could even be seen, just like the prostitutes she remembered from TV and movies. Finally, she found a place for lingerie. This is where she knew she was going to earn John’s trust. She not only found colorful lingerie sets—purple, pink, blue, and yellow, but she made sure she got push-up bras to make her chest look even bigger. She stared at herself in the mirror while wearing the pink set. Pink panties that were sheer so that her cute little “landing strip” could be seen. Pink lace garter belt holding up her pink stockings. The pink bra pushed up her chest so much that her nipples could be seen over the tops of the cups. God she was getting hot too. Her nipples were rock hard. She then slipped on a blouse that left nothing to the imagination. Total prostitute. The lingerie store even sold pink heels that were 4 inches. She wobbled, but she would make this work.

Kacie went home and thought about the next day. She wouldn’t wear the outfit all day. She still had to work until 5 pm and obviously couldn’t dress like a prostitute all day. She packed up the outfit. A yellow top that could barely close, with a light blue skirt. She would wear the lingerie under her regular clothes. She wore sensible shoes and packed the pink heels with the skirt and blouse. When John sees me, he will think I look like a total prostitute. I could even joke with him and offer him my mouth for … hmmmmm how much is oral sex anyway? Kacie laid back in her bed and slid down her pants. One hand gently played while the other held her toy, as it slowly slid in and out of her mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm … John, please shoot your sperm in my mouth. Kacie drifted off to a content sleep.

The next day she went to work and Mr. Johnson stopped by her office with coffee. It was a welcome interruption as her computer was again giving her troubles. It felt like she was staring at the flicker for two hours. Her mind so focused on her ambition that it didn’t even bother her that much. Good thing she took a break and “relieved herself” early before John showed up. The coffee tasted sweeter as she thought about her bright future. And all because those stupid men would be suckers for her big boobs. She might even be a bit aroused by the thought of them looking at her with lust, but she will soon be so powerful that sex will be nothing compared to the sensation of her control of the company. She thanked him for the coffee as he sat down.

“I thought you would be dressed for the task Kacie.”

She laughed. “Not to worry John. I have it all ready to go. I wore the lingerie, but obviously I couldn’t dress like a prostitute during the day.”

“Good point. Although I want to be sure before we get to 5:00 this afternoon. Maybe let me have a look at the lingerie on you.”

Kacie stared at him for a moment. Does he want me to undress in front of him? That can’t be right. But he is right, he has to see that I look like a real prostitute. He already saw me open my blouse once. It was no big deal. So he gets a little peek. Its our secret and its kinda cool knowing that the CEO will get to see me like this to approve me as his powerful secret weapon. “Of course, John. I mean you have to trust me, right?”

John smiled and nodded. “Exactly Kacie. I am glad you are proving to be, perhaps, my most trusted member of the inner circle.”

Kacie smiled wide. I am going to be VP any day now. He really trusts me. She stood and undid her conservative top. Her tits almost exploded out after she undid the last button, the push up bra barely containing them. Then she slid off her long skirt, bending over to get it off, causing her tits to sway as she wiggled and leaned forward. She stood there, smiling. “Well? Is this right or not?” She knew, but wanted the positive reinforcement anyway. She wanted power so much that having John’s approval was just as important now. God I hope he realizes what huge cans I have. Wait? Cans? Yeah I guess they are, at least in this bra. She silently giggled to herself.

Mr. Johnson stood up and looked her over. He did his best to act like he was examining a contract, not a big titted executive who was being manipulated. “Hmmmm. I think you may have nailed it Kacie.” She beamed. “I mean if I didn’t know you to be a smart hard working executive, I might think you were just some bimbo whore.”

“Really John. It’s that good?”

“Really Kacie. I mean I am married man of course. And I would never give money for sex anyway. But if those things weren’t true, I might see you like this and offer you $50 to suck me off. Maybe even $100 if those boobs were real.”

“Oh John, now you’re just saying that. I mean I can’t look that much like a prostitute.” Kacie’s false modesty was obvious to Johnson but he played along. “But it’s nice of you to … wait what? If they were real?”

“Yes, girls with real natural big boobs certainly earn more. But fake ones are ok too. No shame in that.”

Kacie frowned. But John … they are real.”

“Come now Kacie. Listen you already are my most trusted executive. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“No seriously Jhon. They are 100% natural. I can prove it.”

“Prove it? How?”

“Well you know what fake boobs look like right? They are like, obviously fake. And they feel a little off. Right?”

“I suppose so.”

“Well here.” Kacie undid her bra without even thinking it through. Her boobs were young, but their weight caused them to sag a bit, proving them to be natural. “Look. Touch them. You will see they are totally real, natural big boobs.” Kacie smiled wide.

John smiled as he stepped closer. Kacie realized what she was doing and regretted it instantly. But when his hands touched her, she gasped as she felt a tingle running from her tits to her pussy. Her nipples grew hard again, instantly and she moaned ever so faintly. “Hmmmmm you are right Kacie. These are very real indeed. I apologize for ever suggesting you didn’t have the best biggest tits I have ever touched.”

Kacie smiled wide. “Thank you John. I mean … ummmmmm.” She began to blush as his hands continued to heft her tits. Then he let go.

She stepped back. “Thank you, John, for believing me now.” She put her bra back on but her hard nipples simply would not fit into the cups at all and remained poking out.

“Seriously Kacie. I think you look like the perfect whore to catch those scumbags that are trying to ruin my company. Once you get down to the ladies room on 5, we will have the men thinking you are just another cocksucking slut.”

Kacie smiled, but then thought that was odd. Something wasn’t quite right. He touched her boobs. He called her a cocksucking slut, a whore. But the way John spoke, she was truly earning his trust every second that went by. She decided this was all ok. She did look like a cocksucking slut, a whore who sucks cock for $50 … no wait … $100, because my tits are real.

“Let me see you in the full outfit and heels Kacie.”

Kacie nodded. She slid on the skirt that was so short, her panties and garter straps were not even close to being hidden. The blouse could barely button over her chest. And when she closed the lowest button that could be closed, one of her tits fully popped out. Kacie blushed a little but she knew, like he said, that John was married and had no interest in her as a sex object … well except for their plan to pretend she was a sex worker. She giggled a bit and tucked it away. The bra cups could not cover her nipples, which were still hard—probably the excitement of my future VP job, and definitely not from him cupping them and calling her a slut. Then she slipped on her heels. She stumbled a bit but John caught her. His right hand did end up catching her under her left tit, but he was just being helpful, although her tit popped out again. He was too nice and made an excuse as he cupped it and gently put it back inside the bra cup.

“See John, if I had a wig on, you’d think I was one of the prostitutes who works on the fifth floor.”

“I agree Kacie. In fact …” He pulled a big blonde wig out of a briefcase. “Slip this on and go throw on plenty of makeup and we will have everyone thinking you are just a dumb whore.”

Kacie smiled wide. “Got it.” She went out into the hall, forgetting that everyone on the floor knew her and that she wasn’t wearing a wig or makeup yet. Several men saw her but said nothing, knowing what Johnson was up to. They pretended they didn’t even see her.

Kacie got to the ladies room and put on the wig. Then lots of rouge and lipstick, heavy eye makeup, and even undid another button to help her chest spill out even more. She looked herself over. I am a perfect … whore. She decided that since John says “whore,” she should too. Besides, it’s not like anyone knows who she is dressed like this, except John. And he even grabbed her tits and didn’t act weird at all, so its totally ok. On the other hand, he touched my tit so good. I mean, I am wet now because of it. Maybe just a quick … Kacie slid her hand inside her wet panties and quickly imagined John calling her a cheap whore and demanding she deep throat his cock. Kacie came in seconds as she toyed with her clit.

She walked out of the ladies room and saw a bunch of men that she works with stare at her. She stopped. Oh my god. They can see me. They think I am some sort of … then she stopped and smiled. That’s right! They don’t know who I am. They think I am a whore who got off on the wrong floor. They will expect me on the 5th floor soon. She smiled wide and winked at them. “I guess I got off on the wrong floor. I bet each of you would like to get off, huh? See you soon, boys.” She giggled like the way she imagined a dumb slut would. Then she walked past them, knowing her huge tits—I might as well think of them the way these men, who are expecting me to be a whore—would think of them, tits—were bouncing up and down in her almost wide open top and her push up bra enhancing their bounce.

When she got back to her office, Kacie looked around to make sure no one was looking. It didn’t seem like anyone saw her, so she went in. “See John, I look exactly like a whore. Some of the other men saw me too, and they like totally wanted me. I could tell what they were thinking. They really think a whore is in the building.”

John smiled. “Good work Kacie. If they were thinking that sliding their cocks inside your mouth and between those monster cans, then yes, you are dressed for the job of office e whore. And it is almost 5:00 anyway. How about you head down there and we can see who might show up.”

Kacie nodded and smiled. Yes, they want to fuck my mouth and tits. I mean that is kinda inappropriate for him to say, but on the other hand, that is the plan here. To be a fuckable dumb slut. One more cup of coffee. John reminded her that to be a whore, she had to really be a whore. That was an odd thing to say, but it made sense. She was one step away—a wobbly one in the heels, but still one step—from becoming the company VP.

The glory hole

Once down on the 5th floor—it took awhile because so many men whistled at her and stopped her to “have a look at what she was offering”—Kacie noticed the construction project was ongoing, although on break for the rest of this day, so no one else was on the floor. The workers had gone home for the day. She went inside and saw that there were now 3 “glory holes” in the last stall, which was now built bigger. There were so many stains dripping from the openings. Gross. They even installed kneeling pads. The holes were so close that it looked if three girls were kneeling and doing their … job … they would be rubbing shoulders at the same time. Kacie listened for a bit, then knelt down to look through one of the holes. Ewwww, it even smelled worse than it looked.

Peering inside the men’s room, Kacie didn’t see anyone. She waited a bit, but nothing. So she stood up and went to the mirror to check her wig and makeup. The men couldn’t see her if they were standing on the other side of the glory holes, but they could peek in too, and they definitely could see her come in or out of the ladies room, so she made sure her disguise was perfect.

She smiled. A perfect whore.

As she stepped away from the mirror, she stopped in her tracks. There were three dicks sticking out, one from each hole. They were already hard. She wanted to scream that the perps were there, but she didn’t want to scare them away. Maybe John wasn’t in place yet. She waited and stared at these three anonymous dicks—cocks I guess—sticking out through each hole. Each man expecting her to kneel down and … gross. She stayed back hoping an actual whore—three whores really—would show up. But no one came in. The men started cursing.

“Come on your stupid whore. Suck me off like a common slut.”

“We all saw you walk in. We know you are there. I want my blowjob. I already paid the $50 to your pimp. Now swallow my cock you dumb bitch.”

“I want my cock between those massive titties. I am gonna cover them with jizz, just the way you like cunt.”

Kacie covered her mouth. She was so disgusted by these men. Colleagues of hers no doubt. And calling the poor prostitutes, whoever they are, such names. Still, no one showed up. After 10 minutes, each man pulled his cock back into their side of the wall. Kacie was too scared to run over to look through the hole. One of them might put their cock though again.

She heard them leave. She waited for 3 hours before leaving herself. It was almost 10pm. She didn’t get home until almost 11. She was exhausted and had nothing to show for it despite the excellent plan she and John devised.

How would she tell him that the plan failed? She had to find a better way so as to not lose the chance to become VP. She drifted off to sleep only thinking about three men who wanted her to blow them. She satisfied herself with her toy. Too bad the toy doesn’t cum all over her like that one man said she would like.

Kacie takes another step

The next morning Kacie wore the blue lingerie set. With a white skirt and a pink top, she looked like an even better whore. She drove to work when she realized she forgot to wear regular clothes over her lingerie. She called John from her car.

“John. I forgot to wear regular clothes. Can you meet me and sneak me into the office? … Really? Ok, good idea.”

Kacie went into the building alone but only went right to the 5th floor. She met John there. He smiled. He handed her a cup of coffee. If nothing else, Kacie loved the coffee here so much. “I see you are ready. Yesterday must have worked out great, so I …”

“Actually John, no it didn’t. I mean, partly great but then not. I was here on 5. I went into the ladies room. And there are now 3 ‘holes.’” Kacie cringed. “And then 3 men showed up and each put his … his ummmm … his penis …”

“You mean his cock.”

“What?”

“Look Kacie, if you are going to play this role as a whore, you have to use the right words too. So say ‘cock’ when you mean that.”

Kacie nodded. “You’re right John.” Kacie continued her story. “So each guy had a cock through one of the three holes. And they were all … ready for a whore. But no one showed up.” Kacie chugged the rest of her coffee. She remembered that she will only become VP if this plan works.

“Hmmmmm I see what you mean. Hard to catch them in the act if there isn’t a girl here. I wonder if they think you are the whore and so any other girl is told not to come here?”

“I dunno. Maybe. But if that is the case … “

“You’re right Kacie, we need a girl who will complete the plan. I mean I thought I could count on you, but maybe I need another girl to …”

“No!!!” Kacie turned red. “I mean, no John. You can count on me. I can do it. I can complete this plan. I know I can catch them.”

“You realize what this means Kacie?”

Kacie nodded because she knew. She just promised to … OMG! She just promised to give these men head. “I mean I can’t do that obviously but I can make them think that …”

“Sorry Kacie. That won’t work. We need an actual whore giving these men actual blowjobs. If I can’t trust you to …”

Kacie was in full panic mode. Her promotion was going to go away if she didn’t act … and fast. “No wait John. I can do it. I promise. I will catch these men and we will put a stop to it.”

“I’m not sure Kacie. I mean sure, you do kinda look like a whore, especially when you wear the wig. Which I brought down for you. Go ahead put it on.” Kacie did so. “But a real whore has a lot of experience sucking cock. I am not sure you are right for this. Maybe I should just have someone else …”

“Please John. Give me a chance. I know I can do this. I promise these men will get what they came or and then get what’s coming to them.”

“I dunno Kacie. I mean a real whore is a professional at sucking cock. How many cocks does a whore blow a year … hell even in one week. Probably more in a day than you have in your entire life. She is bound to be way better than you. You just don’t have enough practice.”

“What if I practiced John? I mean I am smart. I work hard. I can practice giving head to be just as good as any whore.”

Johns stood there thinking. “Hmmmmmm mayyyyyy be. But I need to be sure.”

“I know. I could show you. I can practice on you every day for a week. I can prove that I can suck cock. And like real good too.” Kacie looked at John with hopeful eyes. In the back of her head, something said for her to stop. But the VP position was too close to give up on now. She wanted to prove herself and become VP of the company.

“I don’t know Kacie. I mean I’d like to agree, but having you suck my cock every day, probably twice every day, for even a month might not make you the best cocksucker in the building, which this whore needs to be.”

Kacie smiled wide. She walked up to John. She had an idea that would prove him wrong. “Are you sure sir?” She winked as she knelt down right in front of him in the middle of the 5th floor. Smiling up. “I am sure I can prove it.” She kept eye contact on the CEO as she undid his fly. “Please sir. Let me be the dumb cocksucker that you want and deserve.” She pulled out John’s cock. The second her hand was on it, Kacie felt a rush she had never felt before. It had been months since she last went on any date. A few more months since she last had one of these in her hand. She needed it so bad. Her mouth engulfed it and she immediately felt her pussy gush in pleasure. Kacie moaned loudly as she experienced the best orgasm of her life while her mouth swallowed John’s … well Mr. Johnson’s, I should respect him more because he’s a man … cock. When he cupped his hands on her head and called her a “good girl,” she exploded inside a second time.

Kacie soon bobbed her mouth up and down her boss’s cock. She never wanted anything more in her life than to be a cocksucker, a whore, a plaything for the men in the company to use for their please, because in doing so, it was her pleasure too. She slid her mouth off to suckle his balls, but first looked up and begged, “please sir, play with my titties.” Before her mouth began to lick his balls, his hand pulled open her top and popped her tits free. She didn’t think she could, but she actually came for a third time. As he fondled her tits, squeezing them extra hard the way she likes, she licked and sucked on his balls. Moaning, as she never before had balls in her mouth, and wondered why she waited so long for the pleasure.

“That’s a good girl Kacie. I bet you want me to fuck those huge cans of your too, don’t you?”

Kacie looked up surprised, and smiling as wide as possible. “Really sir? You will fuck my fun bags? Please… pretty please.” Kacie offered up her tits, free of their blouse and bra and wrapped them around his hard throbbing cock.

Jonson only smiled down at her, calling her “slut,” “whore,” “cum rag,” “fuck toy,” and … oh god, I’m cumming again with all those great names … “bimbo.” Kacie bounced furiously up and down making sure Mr. Johnson got to fuck her tits to their fullest as her panties dripped from her fourth orgasm in the past 5 minutes. “Please sir. Cum. Cum all over me. Mark me as a fuck toy. I want to be your personal cocksucker. I want to be your whore.” She licked the top of his cock with each thrust up between her bouncing jugs. She never wanted anything more. Just as she had always longed to prove, to prove that she was ….

Kacei stopped. Oh my god. I don’t want this. I wanted to be a VP, not a … But now I’m a whore? I’m a fuck toy? Before her thoughts finished a huge blast hit her face. Then another and another. Johnson unloaded on Kacie … her cheeks, nose, eyes, into her hair, across her tits, dripping down on her knees. Kacie shuddered, lost her train of thought, opened her mouth, took in the still oozing cock of her boss, and had yet another massive orgasm as she drained him like a good little cocksucker.

“That’s my girl. I am so proud of the whore you have become. Now be a good girl and practice some more on those.” Johnson pointed at the glory hole wall. Cocks were sticking out. Kacie nodded and crawled up, coated in her boss’s cum, and knelt before the middle cock. She took it in her mouth as she gave the others slow steady hand jobs. A good whore takes care of as many cocks as possible.

The day ended. Kacie lost track. She knew she gave way more than 20 blowjobs and who knows how many hand jobs. She had so much cum on her that she could barely move without making squishing sounds. Her panties had been off for hours. During breaks between cocks, she fingered herself wildly. Her bra was off in the corner too. Her stockings had more cum on than not. In a daze, she crawled away and tried to find her blouse. It was torn, but could at least slip over her bare chest. As she left, there was a note from Mr. Johnson: “Kacie. Please see me in my office tomorrow morning.” Kacie nodded and then it hit her. She did it. She became the perfect whore. She was embarrassed and ashamed. Humiliated beyond belief. But … now she was going to be named as VP. She smiled and forgot about how she had debased herself. At least the prize was worth the price.

The next morning she got a call from the CEO. “Good morning John. I was … what? Oh … ummmm I thought … yes, of course Mr. Johnson. You are right. You are CEO and I should not be so informal. Anyway, I was just getting ready to come to our meeting and … what? Well yes, I could I suppose, but I thought I had already proven … well yes, I guess we did not actually catch those involved in the sex ring. No, no, you’re right. I will come prepared like before. Yes, see you soon in your office or on 5th floor? Your office. Oh. Good. Yes until then.”

Kacie frowned a bit. He wants me to dress like a whore still. I guess he’s right. We did not catch the people involved yet. Still, I doubt he wants me to work the … she shuddered … glory hole. I mean it just isn’t me. Kacie slowly undressed from her regular clothes and put on a lace purple garter belt and slowly rolled up purple stockings on her legs. She remembered how yesterday her blue stockings were a cum covered mess when she got home. She smiled to herself, knowing that although she is definitely not a whore, she could out-whore them all as she is the best at anything. She then stood up and slid on a thin sheer lace purple thong. She traced her neatly shaved pussy through the front fabric. She had to admit, she did have some of the best orgasms of her life yesterday. Probably just needed one so bad that no matter what I did it would have had a great one. Her finger lingered as she imagined how cock after cock came in and on her yesterday as she knelt in front of the glory hole wall. She slid on her bra and was glad that her nipples would not be covered by the lace, low cut shelf bra. After hooking up behind her back, she traced her fingers around and around her rock hard nipples. She remembered the sensation of John … well I best just call him Mr. Johnson or sir like he just said from now on … manhandled them as she sucked his cock. God, that was so good. I am definitely no whore, but sucking the cock of the boss while he plays with my tits cannot be beat. Maybe I will treat him when I get there. Just for old times sake. Well maybe if he names me as VP like he is supposed to. Kacie slid on a thin white pleated skirt. Her ass was barely covered. A matching thin white blouse hid nothing and her nipples prominently poked through. Purple heels and off she went to the office.

Once there, Kacie was instructed to get a cup of coffee, check her email, and wait to be called into Mr. Johnson’s office. As she took a healthy gulp of coffee, another computer glitch happened. Figures. Two hours later, Kacie snapped out of it. She was sucking on her bedside toy. Wait? Did I bring this here? Still, she continued to suck on it as the sensation of cock, even a fake one, in her mouth was unimaginably good. Her panties were on the floor under her desk and her other hand was buried in her snatch. A big wet stain was on her chin and running into her skirt. She was late for the meeting with Mr. Johnson. It was time for …. She tried to remember what she was meeting him for when it hit her. Silly girl. She giggled to herself. I am his cocksucking whore. I always forget. Something deep in her mind said she was actually wanting a different job, but she knew that could not be right. She had whore tits and a whore body, and a whore mindset. She knocked on his door, walked in, undid her blouse and skirt and crawled under his desk like she always has. She couldn’t quite remember how long she’d been an office whore, but she knew it was the best job ever. She hummed on his cock as he explained to her that she was the new VP of glory holes. She came hard. She then kept bobbing her mouth before she popper her mouth off to thank him, instead he thanked her with a massive blast of cum across her face. She quickly swallowed it back in her mouth and finished him off with her whore mouth. The only think better tasting than the coffee, the cocks and cum here.