"You've ruined my tits." Lauren wailed, as we returned to my office. "You've turned them into tiny little cartoon tits. Everyone is going to laugh at them now."
"Everyone's been laughing at them for several months, you stupid bitch." I said with a look of disgust. "Look, there were two options: teabags or chicken nuggets."
"You're mean!" Lauren screamed. "My tits are tiny, but I can't help it!"
"I suppose not," I acknowledged, "but right now I want you to put those tiny titties to work on my cock."
Lauren pushed her little saggers around my dick and began to stroke me with them. It wasn't long before I exploded all over her neck and face.
"Ah, a nice start to the day." I said with a smile. "Now, go wash up and get ready for work."
*
The next morning, Lauren arrived at the office devoid of her bathrobe. Catcalls echoed throughout the building as she walked across the parking lot, totally nude except for her heels, gloves and tiara.
I was waiting for her as she exited the elevator.
"Good morning, Miss Dangles." I greeted her with a smile. "That was a nice way to start off Casual Friday. Why don't you do it every morning from now on?"
"I plan to." Lauren snapped. "You think you've won, well maybe I like being nude in public!"
"I'm glad to you feel that way." I replied. "In fact, Angela's dropping by a little later to see how her handiwork turned out, and I want you to join us for lunch in the cafeteria."
Lauren paled. If I were this cheerful over her apparent rebellion, I must have something even worse up my sleeve. She was correct, although my next move wouldn't be revealed for a few more days. In the meantime, she could wait and wonder.
Angela arrived in my office around 11:00 AM, and I greeted her with a hug.
"Where's my little teabag girl?" she inquired. "I can't wait to see how those little titties turned out!"
As if on cue, the door opened and Lauren entered the office.
"There they are!" Angela exclaimed. "God, they look so cute! I just want to give them a big ol' squeeze."
"Go ahead." I encouraged. "I do it all the time."
Angela cupped Lauren's tits in her hands and fondled them vigorously.
"They're so soft!" Angela purred at Lauren. "I can see why your boss likes them so much.
"You have no idea how lucky you are." she continued, as she kneaded them in her hands.
"What are you talking about?" Lauren inquired.
"You get to walk around nude in public all day." Angela explained. "Everyone's looking at you, and there you are, completely nude. You have no idea how lucky you are to be able to do that."
"You're kidding, right?" Lauren asked.
"Hell no." Angela replied. "I'd love to take my clothes off and walk all around this place in the nude like you do."
"Why don't you?" I suggested. "It's almost lunch time and you could join us."
"Are you serious?" Angela asked as her eyes lit up. "For real?"
"Why not?" I said, as I shrugged my shoulders. "I liked those roses on your tits the last time you were here, and I'm dying to know what the rest of you looks like."
"Well, you're about to find out!" Angela burst out, as she began to strip.
She pulled her top off, revealing her rose-covered tits, then unzipped and discarded her shredded jeans. Her entire body was covered in ink, and I marveled at the butterfly tattoo that adorned her cunt.
Six rings pierced her labia, forming the body of the butterfly, and the rest of the insect was done in several shades of ink.
"Do I need to put my sneakers back on?" Angela inquired.
"Not if you don't want to." I replied. "I think it makes you look even sexier, but if you want to leave them off, that's fine with me too."
"I want to be completely nude." Angela said with a sultry grin. "Oh my God, I am so ready for this!"
We left my office and headed for the cafeteria. By this time, the main lunch crowd had arrived, and hundreds of eyes were glued on the pair of nude women by my side. Everyone was used to Lauren by now, but the addition of Angela was a surprising addition.
"So Angela," I began, as she took a bite of her sandwich, "what do you think so far?"
"This is so fucking cool! And it's so fucking hot at the same time!" she replied. "I'll give you free ink for life for letting me do this."
"That won't be necessary." I responded. "I can think of another way you can pay me back, however."
"Oh yeah?"
"We'll discuss it when we get back to my office. By the way, how would you like to tell the company all about how you inked Little Miss Dangles here, up?"
"Nude?" she asked with a grin.
"Of course." I replied.
"Baby, you do that for me, and I'll do
anything
you want."
We arrived back at my office, and in less than ten seconds, I was completely devoid of my clothes.
Angela's tits were very large and all natural, so I immediately went for them; squeezing and sucking them for several minutes. Then came my instructions for Lauren:
"I'll suck one; you suck the other."
Lauren looked at me in dismay, but knew she had to obey.
"Yes Sir." she replied, and began sucking on Angela's tattooed tit.
Lauren and I sucked her enormous tits for several minutes, before I was ready for the next step.
"Oh Angela," I whispered, "are you ready to get fucked?"
"I thought you'd never ask." she replied. "It's about fucking time. Now, shove that cock of yours into my cunt and make me cum."
I was only too happy to oblige her. I slid my dick into her slippery wet cunt and pumped her, while Lauren pushed her middle finger deep into my ass.
"Oh Ladies!" I murmured as my orgasm crested, and I ejaculated deep into Angela's womb.
I flooded her tattooed cunt with my sperm, while Lauren's finger pushed on my prostate. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced, and I lay panting on top of Angela for several minutes afterwards.
"Oh my God!" I whispered. "That was fucking incredible!"
"Any time you want to fuck me, just let me know." Angela encouraged breathlessly.
"Any time you want to come back here and be nude, you let
me
know." I responded.
"If you ever fire her, you call me!" Angela demanded. "I want her job so fucking bad!"
"You're at the top of my list." I promised.
"Can we trade, Sir?" Lauren inquired quietly.
"Trade?" I repeated. "Trade? Trade what? You don't have a fucking thing to trade, you snotty, bitch of a cunt. Now, get back to work, before I add the video of the last thirty minutes of this, to your file."
*
The following morning, I greeted Lauren as she exited the elevator, and she knew by now, this spelled nothing but trouble for her.
