The conclusion of Becca the Bold. While not necessary for enjoying this story, additional details can be found in earlier pieces, published chronologically.
Becca opened her eyes, lying in bed, still naked from the night before. Looking around the room, she wondered if it had all just been a dream. Reaching down between her legs, she caressed the outer edges of her tender snatch. Lightly running her fingers further over her skin, she longed to be watched and touched again all over. While Becca enjoyed the ending, she hated being told to wait, despite her knowing the juice would be worth the squeeze.
Remembering a photo, one that she had taken of her used pussy after her hike, she reached for her phone, suddenly panicked at what she saw.
She never set her alarm for work and had never taken her phone off do not disturb.
She noticed several missed calls from her boss Kevin and sat up in the bed, the brunette's petite but perky tits wobbling as she clamored to the floor on her hands and knees towards the bathroom, jumping up halfway and running across her small apartment.
Sitting on the toilet, she could still smell the hike and the sex on her, draining her bladder while also crafting a text response to Kevin.
"Sorry boss, crazy weekend. OMW in 5."
That was a lie, she thought to herself, hanging down her head a bit. Becca knew she'd have to tell Kevin she was leaving eventually, going off to work for Miss Hannah, but she was upset with herself for starting her last few weeks off like this. At the same time, she knew that she could have herself out the door in a tight fifteen, just like when she was leaving work.
Making time for a quick shower, she cleaned herself quickly but thoroughly, not wanting to smell like sex when already running late. Grabbing her shampoo, she lathered up her hair, before rinsing it down quickly thereafter. No time to condition, she thought to herself, or a touch up of her shave. Turning off the water, she ran her hands over her wet skin, the water splashing to the ground like her she was her own squeegee. Barely dried off, she sprung from the shower and out of the bathroom, straight to her closet for something loose and flowy.
Out of the shower, she threw an olive-green sundress over her head, thankful that it was still July as she shimmied the lighter material down over her body. It clung to her wet spots a bit, doing little to hide her tight breasts, her sensitive nipples shrieking once again as she slid the clinging material further down across her body. Looking at her phone, she smiled at seeing the shower had only taken her 8 minutes, the perks of not using a towel to dry off. Stuffing her special black thong into her pocket, the dirty one with the word SLUT emblazoned on the front, she grabbed everything else she needed and prepared to depart. Walking out the front door, her phone buzzed again, this time a voicemail from her boss.
Down the hall and stairs, she went flying out the front door as she held the phone up to her ear, gliding towards the closest train station while playing her boss' message.
"Hey Becca. Thanks for texting back, uh, glad you're not, you know...dead. So, um...we have a surprise client here right now, I woke up to a call from their financial advisor and they're looking to join up with the firm but are leaving the city in a few hours. I need you here to take notes, so...um, please hurry...and please...be ready when you get here...here. Ok, I love you. No no...I love Justine...well...but you're great...you know what I mean. Ok. Bye."
Weird, Becca thought to herself, buzzing her way past the turnstile to a thankfully, newly arrived train. In the train car by herself, she tried to adjust her outfit a bit, bringing it up to her waist and pausing, enjoying exposing herself on the train even though no one else was there. Remembering the thong in her pocket, she decided to put it on. Stepping one leg through before the other, Becca moaned softly as she felt a dried patch meet the lips between her legs. It made it felt dirty. Now with her proper attire on, she began stretching the dress back out towards her knees, then shifting to pulling her hair up in a bun and tying it back with the hair tie she had awoken with on her wrist. She recalled using it over her playful weekend, another tingle between her legs as the train pulled into her stop.
Up the station stairs with an extra jiggle at the top, Becca rounded the corner and headed across the street to the front of her office building. Greeting security with a smile, she appreciated their ogling for once as it allowed her to pass through so quickly on that day. At the elevator, she told the next person on to wait and frantically pressed the close door button after tagging her floor first. Waiting, she checked herself out in the mirror, knowing that she was back to teasing Kevin again already. Smiling to herself when the elevator stopped at her floor, she walked in the office to see Kevin's pregnant fiancée Justine, and her friend Kelsey, hanging out in the lobby.
Only having met Kelsey once before, she smiled at the tall and hot smokeshow, second only to the gorgeous, pregnant and caramel-skinned treasure in front of her.
"Hi Justine," she tried to downplay being late. "How are-"
"Oh no," Justine responded, throwing her magazine down on the table. "We are late for lunch now because of all this. Conference room one, let's go."
A familiar sensation penetrated Becca's inner thought, aroused at another bossy woman ordering her to attend to her husband's needs. Smiling to herself, Becca headed down the path she knew all too well, approaching the conference room and pausing at the door, adjusting herself one more time. Catching her breath from her speedy trip to work and whirlwind weekend, she heard Kevin talking softly and knocked on the door.
"Come on in."
Opening the door and entering the room as instructed, Becca felt a sudden twisting knot in her stomach. A jolt shooting down to her pussy so aggressively that she almost came on the spot, but she knew better than to do so without permission. Her mouth agape, she started hyperventilating softly, frozen in her skin.
Sitting there in conference room one, in quite possibly her favorite place to masturbate, and meeting with her boss Kevin, was Miss Hannah and Mr. Noah.
Suddenly back under Miss Hannah's control, she stood there awaiting further instruction.
"Well, hi there," Miss Hannah smiled, motioning to a chair at the table. The power couple at one end as Kevin sat at the other. "Please join us."
Moving to the chair, Becca joined them at the fancy wooden table, picking up a pen and preparing to take notes in what she felt was an incredibly anxious situation. How did this happen? What was she supposed to do here? She thought it better to just await further instruction.
"So, here's the deal...um...Kevin, was it?" Mr. Noah resumed. "We will happily provide the remaining funding you need for your project, covering at least the year. That should allow you to hire more staff, bring in some fresh blood."
"Oh wow, that's great," Kevin stammered a bit. "With Becca here now, let's um...let's go over the details of what you guys were looking to do. Wait, I'm sorry, but did you say the remaining...the remaining funding?"
"We did sir," Miss Hannah interjected, the new show of respect for Becca's boss making her grow a little hotter. "We support good people, like yourself, and an anonymous friend speaks VERY highly of you."
Becca twinged again, shifting slightly in her seat as she tried to take notes, wondering if Miss Hannah was referring to her. Regardless of that, was Miss Hannah calling Slut her friend?
"We'd like the young lady here to accompany us, she'll be our contact for you moving forward. You'll provide her with updates and she will relay them to us."
"Kind of an odd request...and I guess it could be a great opportunity for her but," Kevin trailed off, confused at what exactly they were seeking in Becca. "Well, you'd have to ask her, I don't tell her what to do."
"Excellent then. Slut, my friend, would you like to come with us?"
"Hey!" Kevin jumped in to defend his employee. They weren't really THAT close, but he strongly believed that language was unnecessary.
"Oh yes yes yes!" Becca yelled out, getting up from her chair and running to Miss Hannah. The two kissing as Mr. Noah and Kevin watch on.
"What the fuck is going on?" Kevin quietly mumbled out loud.
"Perfect, she works for us now," Mr. Noah clapped his hands, moving on before Kevin really knew what had happened. "One more item on the agenda, honey?"
"Thank you," Miss Hannah took over. "As you may have figured out, we formed a relationship with your employee. I met her Friday night and she just, she just makes us happy. And now that she's no longer technically your employee, we'd like to watch her make you and YOUR fiancée happy.
"Oh no, I don't think that's necessary," Kevin stuttered, tripping over his own words, eyes growing wide at one of his own wet dreams coming true. "I don't think that's..."
"Why don't you go ask your partner? That pregnant model in the lobby," Miss Hannah proceeded, answering her own question.
"Um, it is...but I don't think..."
"We'll wait here, you go talk to the boss."
Getting up from the table, Kevin attempted to discretely adjust the bulge in his pants. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, standing in the hallway and trying to replay the events in his head. He was so excited to tell Justine and Kelsey about what had happened, they would never believe him even though it was just a door away.
Power walking down the hall, he arrived in the lobby, approaching his fiancée and her friend with a smirk on his face. He was feeling a bit awkward and still unsure of what exactly was going to happen next.
"So, they're going to give us the funding we need."
"What? That's great," Justine exclaimed, jumping up and embracing Kevin.
"And they want borrow Becca to be a liaison type employee...that is also...um...apparently some kind of paid sexual pet."
"What?" Kelsey shrieked, hearing something interesting to her and trying to look for people down hallway. "You can get paid for that?"
"What do you mean a paid sexual pet?" Justine asked her fiancé, intrigued at the thought of his slutty little secretary getting it rough, a wet dream of hers as well. "Like, they do stuff to her together?"
"Seems to be the case. Yeah. And...they actually want us to do things to her. Together."
