Stacey's Awaening

This is the third part of a multi-part story (not yet sure how many are going to follow).

I highly suggest you read the first two parts, before having fun with this one of course.

As a first time writer i am pleasantly surprised by the great support and comments. So keep them coming to motivate me to write more.

Chapter 5 : Room 103

She was still in a dazed state between sleeping and waking up.

In the back of her mind, images flashed through her head of last night events.

Torn between a powerful feeling of blissful lust, but also deep in-bedded with shame, her eye lids started to open very slowly,...

As if natural by now, her hand slowly made its way up to the insides of her legs. Before she even touched herself she knew she was dripping wet, once again.

Replaying last night events in her head, her body started to heat up instantly.

The first man, (which was the waiter) she recalled, had taken her mouth almost the very second she dropped to her knees. Once again she couldn't believe she had one of the most intense orgasm of her life, by just sucking on this man's big hard cock.

"Mmmmmmm, big hard cock." She softly whispered.

The second man had followed straight after the waiter. He also blasted her mouth full of delicious cum. She couldn't even remember how her second 'lover' looked like. But what she did remember was tasting and loving his warm sticky mess just a few minutes after man NR.1, which she very eagerly gulped down as a hungry eager whore.

And then,...the there was man NR.3.

She remembered every little detail of this man. His eyes, his glorious cock, his smell and his insults.

But most of all she remembered the way he just used her.

She didn't just give this man a blowjob.

No, this man gripped her head with his big strong hands and trusted his cock in her mouth with an intensity she never encountered before.

This man, with his perfect evil grin, fucked her mouth as if she was just a tool for him to get of in.

The fact he kept calling her a whore, a fuck slut and even a cum sponge at the end, only fueled her excitement to a level she had never experienced before.

And she loved it,...my god how she loved it, she loved it so damn much, she recalled fingering herself under her skirt while this vile brute was pumping her face like a maniac.

She had a second earth shattering orgasm,this one even more powerful then the one before, the moment his warm delicious seed hit the back of her throat.

Stacey's hand was dipping in her warm cunt, she only hoped she could make herself cum one more time before she had to get up,......

...GET UP....,.....OMG.....

She opened her eyes quickly, looked straight at her bed stand alarm clock, and.

8.23am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every fiber in her body froze; panic set in straight away.

Never in a million years would she be washed, dressed and ready for her first day of work on time.

She flared up almost instantly, as an enormous sense of guilt and shame washed over her entire body.

It took her a few seconds to ponder over her choices.

Being,... sneak out of the hotel and leave with her tail between her legs in silence OR get ready as fast as possible and face the music.

Not sure what to do yet, she got out of bed to start looking for her suitcase. But straight away she noticed her suitcase was gone?!

She knew exactly where she had left it yesterday,...and now in that exact same corner of the room, there was nothing.

Her panic level kicked up another notch, no way she was going to able to simply sneak out unnoticed anymore. Her suitcase held her money, tickets and passport.

In a last effort to find her suitcase, she checked her closet.

She was relieved to see there where nicely folded clothes on one of the shelves and a shoe box at the bottom.

At least D&D Pharma didn't forget the 'proper work outfit' they promised.

There was no other option now,...get a quick shower (which she desperately needed after last nights drinking and escaped), get dressed, go to room 103 and hope they wouldn't fire her on the spot.

As she rushed into the bathroom she froze in front of the mirror.

Her face looked like it had been run over by a truck because of last nights smeared out make up, her hair was a complete mess and she could clearly see a few dried up cum spots on her face.

But what actually stopped her dead in her tracks where her tits and her lips,... both looked different, VERY different.

By now she was certain her tits had grown. Not just a little but at least a full cup size. Her lips suffered the same strange fate somehow. They where fuller and pouting out a bit more then before.

After a few seconds looking at herself she tried to shrug it of and sprinted towards the shower.

The short shower felt wonderful,... still, she was in state of sheer panic as she ran back into the bedroom. A quick glance at yesterdays clothes confirmed the worst.

Her Shirt was a crumpled big mess, her skirt had some very clear cum stains on them and her panties reeked of her own pussy juice. She even seemed to be missing one of her heels.

As soon as she picked the clothes from the shelve, she knew she was in even more trouble.

As she was holding the skirt in front of her body, she saw it was about half the size which would be considered appropriate.

The top was indeed just that,...a top. The flimsy piece of cloth was a white stretchy very small blouse. It barely was long enough to conceal her tummy, It looked a bit see-through(but not completely), and to make matters worse it had a rather deep split at the front.

She also found a pair of black nylon hold-ups, which she would definitely need, to cover her still lightly bruised knees from last night.

As she opened the shoe box she sighed. A pair of black 4-inch platform heels where looking back to her.

The last items she picked from the closet wear an almost to small to notice, see through lacy pair of panties, some big tacky looking pair of gold hoop earrings, and a box set of make-up.

Five minutes later she was fully dressed.

She looked, sexy, no, not sexy,...she looked cheap. Well not quite; more a bit in the middle.

The thing that really stood out was her cleavage. Her 'Bigger' set of tits where very VERY noticeable under her shirt. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra underneath gave everybody a perfect view of her nipples which where poking through the very thin fabric.

Time to dry her long hair simply wasn't there, so a ponytail high up on her head would have to do.

Stacey swiftly applied her make-up. No time to detail it, so she just put on

a bit more. She clipped in her earrings,....and,... she was ready, finally.

The moment she stepped out of her room she felt terrified.

Then again, walking through a fancy hotel dressed like this did make sense in a weird way.

The hotel guests would rightfully assume she was an escort on her way back home from last night trick. A very sexy looking escort, she smiled at herself while passing a mirror in the corridor.

Downstairs she followed her way to the well designed and easy to find conference area.

She was turning heads from every guest she crossed. Which gave her a new found sense of pride and power. All those lustful stares and low voiced comments made her feel wanted and desired. It had a such an immense impact on her mind, not to mention her body.

It was close to 9am when she finally arrived.

This was it, room 103.

In about a few seconds she would know if her new job was still there.

She knocked on the door with number 103 on it.

Nothing,?

She knocked once more,... again no reaction.

"Here goes nothing." She mumbled to herself, as she swung open the door.

The moment she opened the door she froze dead in her tracks.

The conference room was darkened due to the fact the narrator was giving what seemed to be a power point presentation on very large screen.

There was a very large table centered in the room. Around the table, there where about 20 guests seated.

All of them now had there eyes transfixed on her because she clearly disrupted the whole scene, by barging in way to late.

Straight away the guy in front of the screen spoke up.

"Well, better late then never i suppose. Sit your ass down, so the rest of us who did have the decency to show up on time can proceed." He sneered at her.

Her heart rate was going double the normal speed, she scanned the room for a vacant place to sit.

At the far end of the table she saw one open seat next to Mr D, of course.

As she approached him she saw his eyes where shooting daggers at her.

"Good afternoon." He sarcastically said to her.

The man was clearly NOT AMUSED.

Stacey's eyes where still trying to adjust when Mr D softly mumbled to her in an effort not interrupt the speaker to much.

"Where the fuck is your lap-top. Didn't you bring anything?"

It then indeed hit her like a ton of bricks, this was her first meeting. She WAS his personal assistant. She was there to make notes. And she brought,....NOTHING.

How could she be so foolish. This was so unlike her, so unprepared.

She almost burst into tears as she heard Mr D make a final comment.

"Not even a fucking pen, useless."

For sure she was going to get fired right after this meeting. And the thing was, she couldn't disagree. She fucked up royally, and she knew it all to well.

Mr D turned his head sideways again, transfixing on the presentation.

By this time, all Stacey could do was try to compose herself. Try not to run out of there in sheer panic.

Clearly Mr D was not going to invest anymore time in her. Again he was just ignoring her presence. This time she fully agreed why he did so.

In an attempt to salvage the situation she started to look at the screen and the presentation. She needed to understand what was being said.

She couldn't be making notes, nor was she in a position to write anything down. But at least she would try to take in what was being presented.

On the screen she saw a few big diagrams,....she saw the products name - NX-300.

The rest of it was all a bit confusing. One way or another she didn't have the power or even will, to comprehend or take in what was being said.

Normally she was pretty good if not excellent to take in and process new info. Now she was just staring at the screen, barely noticing what these people where talking about.

It was at this exact moment that she heard it,.....

It was a very distinctive sound, the sound of,.....NO it couldn't be true. For sure her mind was playing tricks on her.

For sure other people would notice if it was,.....

Then again, the sound was still there. Clear and open.

She started to scan the darkened table and room while her eyes were still adjusting.

She saw it,....!

She saw what she was hearing,.... At the other side of the table she saw a blond head bobbing up and down in someones lap. Her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. It indeed was the sound of wet lips slurping over a big hard cock,......

Instantly all her attention was fazed towards it.

Her body went into complete overdrive, her eyes where glued to the scene, her pussy started produce copious amounts of juice.

As her eyes where adjusting more and more, she saw it was her new best friends head (at least the back of it) which was bobbing up and down.

For a brief moment she wondered why nobody in the entire room seemed to be paying any attention to the whole scene.

By now Stacey seemed to be in a trance. Her eyes unable to move away from what she was seeing, her body heating up more and more. And her pussy was literally drenching her minuscule panties.

Without even noticing it herself she slowly but very surely was parting her own legs. The whole display made her crazy upon the point she forgot where she was.

Her right hand was sliding down,....touching her upper leg,....further and further.

At that moment she heard the man which was being serviced by Mandy give a small moan. She saw his hand gripping the top of her friends head and she could see him spasm.

Mandy was simply sucking of a guy in a room full of people and nobody, literally nobody seemed to be paying any attention to this obscene event as he shot his warm load into her willing mouth.

Stacey's eyes widened even more when she saw her friend simply move from the guys lap on to the next one!

And again her head started to bob up and down.

By now Stacey's mind was a right mess.

As her hand touched her drenching cunt for the first time, she had lost all sense of her own whereabouts.

She was sitting in a dark board room, filled with at least 20 men, legs spread, stroking her own wet little fuck tunnel.

Her eyes where fully glued on her friends head making that very same movement over and over.

By now Stacey was pumping her own wet slit out and open, all sense of shame and guilt seemed to be non existing. Her entire world was focused on her friends head bobbing in that man's lap, and the burning fire between her own legs.

She was hoping that somehow nobody would notice her actions.

Everybody was looking at the screen, nobody seemed to look at Mandy and the room was dark anyway.

Her fingers where driving themselves deeper and deeper into her wet cunt,..she was trying so hard to suppress her own breathing, which was a muffled moaning by now.

When all of a sudden,......

"Miss Anderson."

At first she didn't hear it,....in fact it was after the second,...maybe even third time they called her out. That she started to hear somebody was calling out HER name.

"Goddamned, Miss ANDERSON!"

As if being woken from a deep sleep her head flared up.

She came back to her senses, but by now it was to late. Far to late.

Every man around the conference table was looking straight at her while the narrator called out her name once more.

Everybody saw her spread legs, her fingers in her wet snatch under the far to short skirt.

She had been caught in the worst kinda way.

How could she be so foolish. Playing with herself in a room full of people.

How did she ever think nobody was going to notice,....

She was beyond embarrassed.

Every single man in the room was looking straight at her, all of which had a gaze of

disbelief and even hate written all over their faces.

Mr D spoke up,

" Get your sorry slutty ass out of here. It seems you cannot even behave yourself for 10 fucking minutes. I will deal with you later. Go to your room, before you find another way to embarrass yourself even more."

Stacey stood up straight away, she tried not to look at anybody as she almost sprinted out of the room.

By the time she reached the door, her tears where flowing freely.

Chapter 6 : Mandy's revelation.

An hour had passed.

Her head was spinning.

There she was, naked on her hotel bed (although still wearing her stockings and heels for some reason).

Never in her entire life had she been so embarrassed, how was it possible that she made such a spectacle of herself.

What the hell was she thinking, trying to get herself off in a room full of people on her first day of work for Christ sake.

The strange part, she wasn't actually fired yet. Well not officially for that matter.

"He would deal with her later." Those where the exact words Mr D used just before she ran of and out from the most revealing scene of her life.

Another strange thing happened. Normally she should be curled up in a ball crying her eyes out. But here she was on her bed. Still in her stockings and heels with her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt yet again.

It seemed that pleasing her own body gave her the only soothing comfort she needed right now. She couldn't explain it,...it just felt RIGHT.

All events from the last few days made it, that she was in a constant state of arousal and pure primal bliss.

So she did what she needed to do. Pump her needy little cunt like a brainless wanton whore.

Knock Knock.

Her heartbeat rose up instantly.

For sure this was Mr D at the door ready to fire her ass.

With weak knees and a knot in her stomach she looked trough the peak hole.

A sigh of relief hit her body. It was the gorgeous looking Mandy standing outside of her door.

She quickly opened the door, forgetting completely she was naked.

Mandy looked at her, top to bottom.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, now that's a warm welcome sweetie." She spoke, as she planted her lush lips onto hers straight away.

A warm glow engulfed Stacey's body as Mandy's tongue found it's way into her willing mouth. The touch of her hands on her tits sent an electric jolt through her entire body.

Mandy pushed Stacey in the room. Closed the door and started to kiss her again.

After a few seconds Stacey broke the kiss.

"I messed up Mandy, i really messed up." Tears again started to flow.

"Ooooooow sweetie, you worry to much." Mandy replied. "I heard a few yummy men say you did perfectly."

?!? "How can that be? Don't you know what happened. Did you see what i did while we where in the meeting room, while you where,....eeeeuuuhh helping that man.''

'' Sweetie, i just told you, you worry to much. Now come over here on the bed and let me play wit those big bobbies of yours,...hihihhihi."

Stacey was beyond horny at this point, seeing the girl who was the embodiment of sex and lust, ready and willing to fuck with her. Still she regained her senses just enough to inquire a bit more information from this perfect Barbie doll.

"why where you on your knees, blowing one guy after another Mandy,...i mean aren't you supposed to be,...like the companies secretary?"

"Hihihihihiiiiihi, secretary,....no you silly,... Mandy isn't a secretary,...Mandy is a fuckdoll, a fuckdoll who is there to please and pleasure all those yummy hard cocks. Mandy is the perfect toy for all those serious business men."

It was almost comical how she referred to herself in the third person.

"And you know what,....Mandy is sooooooo happy she has a sister now, hihihihihih."

"A sister?" Stacey quizzically answered. Who is your sister?

" You of course silly."

"Stacey is also a fuckdoll now,...giggle,..."