Ramona stretched and yawned as she woke up in her warm, cozy bed. She almost didn't feel like getting out, but she knew that in just a few moments-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
There it was. She slapped her alarm off and groaned, sitting up in bed. "Another day at the old grind." She swung her legs over the side of the mattress and hopped down, making her way over to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and slipped off her clothes, laying them in a neat pile on the toilet seat.
Once the water was hot enough, she jumped in and slid the curtain closed.
Just a quick shower to wake my mind up.
She let the water soak into her skin for a moment before lathering up with soap and body wash. As her hands roamed her body, she thought back to yesterday, when Miss Gloria spanked her and she came her brains out. As the memory replayed in her head, she gave one of her large, firm breasts a squeeze without even meaning to. She gasped, both from how unexpected the sensation was and from how
good
it felt.
Ramona's other hand roamed between her legs, slowly teasing her pussy. A part of her wondered why she was fingering herself so early in the morning, but she ignored that question. She tried to remember more details of her encounter with Miss Gloria, but everything was strangely foggy, like a half-remembered dream. All she could access were vague impressions - shame, arousal, the sharp pain of a riding crop on her rear end. Her fingers sped up as she leaned against the bathroom wall, her eyes slipping shut as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Then, just as she felt herself about to cum, her hand pulled away.
Good girls don't cum until they're told.
Rammy opened her eyes and panted, wondering where that thought had come from.
And why did I just think of myself as "Rammy?" No one calls me that...
She looked down at her hand and noticed her fingers starting to wrinkle.
Shit, I've been in here way too long! I'm gonna be late!
She sped through the rest of her morning routine, but slowed down when it came time to get dressed. She'd just bought her new outfit, after all, and wanted it to look its best. She carefully buttoned her pink silk blouse, sighing happily at how nice it felt against her skin. Next came the tights, black and just slightly translucent. She stood up and examined herself in the mirror, smiling at how they accentuated her butt and thighs. Then came the skirt, and then a headband, both black just like the pantyhose. Finally, she slipped on a pair of white flats, comfortable enough that she wouldn't be bothered during the day. It had cost a decent amount of money, but with how good she looked, it was worth every penny.
Ramona smiled. She felt like a million bucks, right up until the moment she checked her phone. "Oh
fuck
! I'm late!"
* * *
Savanna was waiting behind the front desk when Ramona finally arrived at work. Instead of seeming angry or disappointed, though, she seemed merely bored. "Oh, hi Ramona," she sighed.
"H-Hey, Savanna!" Ramona stammered. "I'm
so
sorry about being late! I, uh, overslept, and my alarm didn't work, and-"
"Ramona, Ramona," Savanna chuckled, "it's alright! Don't worry about a thing. Today's been kinda slow anyway." She got up from the chair and, in a move that Ramona was becoming all too familiar with, looked up and down Ramona's body. "I must say, that's a very attractive outfit."
"Thanks!" Ramona blushed, feeling a flush of happiness at Savanna's compliment. "I thought
it might be a good idea to put on a more professional front, since I'm the first person everyone's gonna see when they walk in the door."
"That makes sense. But... hm." Savanna furrowed her brow, staring at Ramona's chest.
"What is it?"
"Oh, it's nothing serious, it's just that... well, I have one tiny problem with your outfit."
Ramona gasped. "Oh, gosh! What's wrong with it?"
"Here, allow me." Savanna stepped closer to Ramona, and quickly moved her hands towards the receptionist's chest.
"Wha-" Ramona froze. For a split second, she felt like she should scream, or run away, or just do
something
. But instead, she merely stood there while Savanna reached for her shirt buttons.
Savanna began to unbutton Ramona's blouse. Ramona let out a soft whimper, her body feeling warm, butterflies flooding her stomach. A voice in the back of her head screamed at her, trying to tell her that something was wrong, but she ignored it. Something that made her feel this good couldn't possibly be wrong. Savanna worked agonizingly slowly, making the moment feel like an eternity.
But it did, eventually, end. Savanna stepped back and smiled. "There. Now you're perfect."
Rammy-
No, Ramona.
Ramona blinked, trying to clear the gunk making her mind feel so sticky and unfocused. She looked down and saw that her ample cleavage was now on full display. "Um... I'm not sure this is very professional..."
"Oh, honey," Savanna giggled, "it's cute that you wanna act like that. But we're a pornography studio, not a bank or a legal firm or something like that. People expect to see a little skin. And besides-" she gave one of Ramona's breasts a firm squeeze "-if you've got 'em, flaunt 'em!"
"Ah!" Ramona moaned, her eyes slipping shut and her body shuddering with pleasure.
Fuck, why did that feel so good? And... and why am I so okay with this?
She remembered Savanna telling her that it was expected that the employees would have sex in the studio, but that memory felt a lot like her encounter with Miss Gloria - a vague impression at best.
Should my memory feel so fuzzy?
She shook her head and opened her eyes again, but Savanna was gone.
Damn... Kinda wish she'd do that again...
She sat down at the desk and sighed. "Let's hope the rest of the day isn't as slow as Savanna said it was..."
* * *
"Ugggghhhhh... why is today
so slowwwww
..."
Ramona leaned her head back on her chair and stared up at the ceiling. So far only a couple people had entered the studio, even less than the slow trickle that she had the last couple days. She'd used her phone to help pass the time, but by now it was nearing 20% battery life and it had only been a few hours.
Serves me right for not bringing my charger.
With no other options to occupy herself, Ramona had resorted to the favorite pastime of bored 6-year-olds visiting their parents at work: spinning around in an office chair. She hooked her foot around one of the legs of her desk and spun herself around, watching the room blur together. As she slowed to a stop, she repeated the action, but this time stopped her rotation short by grabbing onto the desk.
Doing this made her whole body lurch, and she felt her large breasts take a moment to calm down after she had stopped moving.
Huh... that felt weird.
She looked down at her chest, noticing how well her blouse accentuated her cleavage.
Savanna was totally right, I look
great
!
She spun around again, watching her breasts jiggle when she stopped.
"Cooooool..." Ramona spun again.
And again.
And again.