T Minus 5 4 3 Ch 01

*THIS STORY IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN MY LAST SERIES- the shoe is on the other foot as a manipulative woman seduces a successful, moral executive- more in-line with my own real world fantasies. I plan for shorter, more frequent chapters so plan accordingly. ENJOY and as always, please share ANY COMMENTS!*

Day -2 (minus 2)

The well-dressed saleswoman looked at me like I was from another planet.

"Excuse me, MISS, may I help you? You seem like you might be lost. Wal-Mart is down the street another mile." She smirked condescendingly.

I smiled unfazed & ran my hands down my Shein ruffled, white mini-skirt (a steal at $6.71). It didn't take long to feel the smooth skin of my upper thighs as my eyes twinkled. Ok maybe its a micro-mini skirt, I giggled in my head & remembered why I was here. I felt so sexy in this skirt; my confidence was bursting after this morning. Nothing could stop me, least of all this snooty, middle-aged bitch.

"Nope, this is Roberts' Luxe Home right? The fanciest interior store in the city, the one where the only thing higher than the prices is apparently the commission-based saleswoman's bitchiness?"

She looked pissed but kept her cool. She gave me another once over from top to bottom: no doubt judging my downright slutty ensemble.

My platinum blonde hair hung loose, freshly dyed (just good old Revlon Colorsilk for $4.97 at Wal-Mart... eh so maybe that bitchy saleswoman wasn't that wrong about me).

And of course there was a heavy dose of Wet N Wild makeup covering my face (highlighted by my fave bright red lipstick: $4.98 Krab Kouture Lipstick).

Her eyes drifted down & stopped at my chest. The plain pink tube top ($4.46 at Shein!) molded tightly to my body. My giant tits- yeah so everything I was rocking hadn't come cheaply (some things are worth it lol)- protruded obscenely in the skimpy top.

I don't always slut it up so much but I was celebrating: I finally had a LIFE PLAN! I was so giddy, I figured why not have some fun... I loved the attention after all. Not to mention, I'd been having to dress so conservatively the last few days at my new job and keep my natural slut impulses in check I needed some release. Even if it was just parading around a bit with no pussy pay-off. My pussy is a fucking ticking time bomb with all this restraint shit! But it'd be worth it soon enough.

She eyed me warily, "Sure you can afford my store?"

I smirked and pulled out the credit card (platinum but not like my hair) and playfully said in a small voice, "Daddy said it was ok!"

Game, set, match bitch.

Selena, as her name tag said, curled her lips up and said through gritted teeth, "How may I help you?"

A true professional haha, probably needs the $20 commission headed her way. That's a life I'm definitely going to avoid!

I looked around: so many beautiful things. Fancy rugs, soft towels, beautiful comforters. Now this is the life for me, what I deserve! But all these other things will have to wait for another day. I'm here for one particular item!

"Good now that we're on the same page, show me your finest bath rug. Price is no object: the softest, cushiest one!"

Without objection, she led me to the bath section of the store. Huh- she has a great ass. Why is she stuck working?

I absent-mindedly touched a few glittering bath rugs. Wow, these are so soft! I love the gold colored lining and fancy design.

"Is this the best one?"

Selena smirked, "Only if you like gaudy, Chinese made sh- stuff."

I looked down, maybe this was a bad idea. I mean a Wal-Mart bath rug would get the job done just as well. I did always make the mistake of going for the home run without putting in a lot of effort. Some good that's done me as I still toil at dead-end jobs. What can I say, I'm fucking lazy. My eyes drifted down and fell on the only thing errr things I've ever really worked hard to get. I thought having giant tits would change my life.

I scraped & saved, did countless hours of research to find the best doctor. The one who everyone swore was a miracle worker: giant fake tits that were just close enough to being real that a man might wonder. Might have some doubt and convince himself they could be real. Even after all that saving and all that research, I was still a little short and had to find a way to get over that finish line (I arranged a little discount with the doc; promo code BJ lol). In the end, they hadn't changed my life...yet.

And as usual I'd probably pushed it a little far (a leopard can't change her spots lol), going a couple sizes bigger than the doc recommended. They're probably a little too big to really fool anyone but hey it only cost me another couple weeks of servicing the good doc. Plus I love them! My confidence soared. If I could find a way to get the gals upgraded on my budget, albeit with a little deception, the sky's the limit. Until today at least.

Maybe I was a little out of my depth here. Why do I always go for the home run? Maybe I should set my sights a little lower like Patty said.

But Selena jumped in to save me. As much as she wanted to embarrass me, she wanted that commission even more. With dollar signs in her eyes, she held up a small, plain white bath rug.

"This is what you're looking for!"

I stared at a tiny, plain white piece of fabric that looked just like what I'd find at Wal-Mart.

"That looks so, so... basic?"

She laughed at my ignorance, "New to the finer things in life I see. This is the Graccioza Grand Egoist Sea Island cotton bath rug."

My eyes bulged as I spied the $720 price tag. That's more than I make in a week!

"Um, Sea Island cotton? What about Egyptian?"

"Haha! So pedestrian. How do I put this in language you'll understand - Sea Island Cotton is like Kim K compared to Egyptian Cotton's Bianca Censori. Trust me- you want the original. The best, not some generic knock-off version. Here hold it!"

I took the small rug in my hand; wow this is the softest thing I've felt in my life. I squeezed it- it felt bouncier, softer & more forgiving than my ahem last expensive purchase (thanks again, Doc!). For what I had in mind, it felt... perfect!

Selena continued, "Sea Island cotton is the rarest & most luxurious cotton in the world! It has to be grown near salty sea air to produce the longest fibers which give it just the right texture & softness. It was THE PRODUCT of the South, still has to be handpicked to this day to insure the lustrous fibers stay intact. It's still grown in South Carolina exclusively; heck this cotton put Beaufort,South Carolina on the map!"

She could have stopped talking after the words "rarest" and "most luxurious." I was already soaking damp through my lace patchwork v-string Shein thong (insane value at $3.31 for a 3-pack!).

I smiled big and nodded. Do people negotiate price at places like this or...?

"Great, we'll package it up for you. You probably want some matching towels, too? I mean since Daddy's buying and all."

I smiled at this and remembered who was in charge here. "Nope, just the rug! Ring me up, no need to package it."

Selena looked a little bummed but did as I said. "That'll be $772.37... on daddy's card?"

She held her hand out and I gave her the card. She studied it curiously; obviously reading the name Sam Pullman and the company logo of Diamond Technical on the corporate card. Her mouth opened to speak but she thought better of it and swiped the card.

"Just sign there..."

I scrawled an S and a P then smashed the green button as if committing corporate fraud was just another regular errand in my day. Eh, if my plan works nobody will care about that. If it doesn't, eh I'll just play dumb. Some things are worth the risk.

As I gathered the soft rug that was barely bigger than my skirt but cost 100X more, my mind drifted back to how this all started 3 days ago...

Day -5 (Minus five)

I looked in the mirror and laughed. Who is staring back at me?! I've never been much for professional attire but damn I sure pulled it off well. The longest skirt I'd ever worn: plain Navy skirt that went all the way to my knees ($15 at Ross). Gross.

A white button-up blouse that was too loose ($9 at Goodwill). Even my large breasts didn't pop so much in this. Subdued make-up (Revlon's most boring $7 lipstick). Even my hair looked pedestrian pulled up and going back to my natural sandy brown without a recent dye job. At least I didn't have to boring up my panties- lacy pink Shein thong of course.

Ugh. But I needed this job. The temp agency told me I was running out of options even if data entry sounds so fucking boring.

Whatever, a girl's gotta pay her (shopping) bills. I trudged to the car and drove in a melancholy stupor. I guess this is what growing up feels like.

I pulled in at 8:17am to the plain, nondescript building. I parked and went in the backdoor as instructed. I was surprised to walk into a backroom for a storefront. Am I at the wrong place?

"You lost, honey? Ann Taylor's down the street," she guffawed snidely. I looked at her & my eyes immediately went to her nametag. How could they not? The tag was stuck on a tight blue polo with a diamond logo. But what made it unavoidable were her very large breasts that pushed the name tag impossibly far from her face.

"Uh I am lost, Patty. I'm not looking for Ann Taylor, I'm looking for the Diamond Technical offices?"

"Ugh I shoulda known. More fresh meat to put through the grinder. Offices are upstairs through that door."

"Fresh meat?" wondering what I was getting into. I absent-mindedly arched my back, pushing my own large tits out.

Patty didn't need anything more to realize she was talking to a kindred spirit. Sluts can smell their own.

"Don't get excited, nothing like that. What I mean is they run through temp employees up there like there's no tomorrow. Most only last 7 days. They have incredibly high work standards, which I guess is why Sam's been so successful. Sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Patty..."

She stuck out her hand and I grasped it, making eye contact for the first time. Her touch was warm as I studied her face. She was easily in her 50s with a few too many wrinkles, her frizzy hair hung down past her shoulders trying to make her look younger. Her face was caked in make-up, she was pretty once. But it looked like the years had been a little unkind.

"I'm Mandy with a Y," I shared as my eyes drifted downwards. Patty was carrying a few extra pounds but she wore them well. They were easy to miss honestly because her boobs jutted out so far, my eyes kept returning to them. I wonder if she's bigger than me. Hard to say...

"Hey, just call us the Y sisters haha! Yeah they put a store down here so Sam can see real-time results even though most of our business is online. My advice to you? Keep your head down and work hard. Maybe you'll stick around and won't end up down here in a dead-end job like me."

"Keep my head down & work hard? Hmm...those aren't exactly my strengths."

Patty laughed, "we might be SISTERS! I tell you what, if you don't mind mingling with us common folk, come down here & join me for lunch at noon and I'll teach you everything I've learned in my... uh 39 years here on earth. Maybe you can avoid some of my mistakes."

I laughed and nodded, "Thanks!"

I went upstairs and was greeted by Robert. It was a small office suite for the size company. Very spartan. In addition to Robert, I met John, Stu, Hank, Larry, Joe, Michael and Nina. At least there's one token female. Most of the group worked alone and eskewed assistants and support staff,

"Our philosophy is to cut costs at every corner. Whatever we don't spend goes into our employees' pockets. So no fancy offices, no catered lunches, only the staff we need.

I nodded along, how boring. They didn't even offer coffee ("just bring your own").

"Well that's the tour, time to get to work. We just need someone to enter this purchase data. It's tedious but the good news is you won't run out of work!"

With that Robert scurried off as I pecked at a few keys.

I was expecting more of an orientation, maybe a little harmless flirting like most of my other jobs inevitably descended into. But this was boring! All the guys were older and seemingly focused on work, work, work.

After 15 minutes of pecking that felt like 15 hours, Joe walked up. About damn time. This was such a routine by now, I sleepwalked through the banter.

"Yeah for fun I like to shop, go out, keep in shape, ya know the usual stuff."

"No, I didn't know you were a college lacrosse player."

Blah blah blah. These never led anywhere, classic case of a married guy just wanting to pretend he still had it but without any balls to actually do anything.

"I'm not the only one actually, Sam played at Columbia."

My ears perked up. I'd heard that name before but can't place it.

"Sam?"

"Haha you don't know who Sam is... the head honcho?!"

I hadn't met him but that's right Patty mentioned something.

"No, uh I haven't met him for some reason."

"Haha don't bother, Sam never interacts with the assistants. His head's always too into thinking about the business. Don't take it personally, that's just how he is."

I nodded and pretended to go back to my work.

A few minutes later, I stood up and went looking for the restroom. It wasn't hard to find in the small office suite, but I wandered around anyway. As I turned the corner, I spied the large corner office. The door was open as I walked by. I slowed and did a double-take. Wow.

I stopped in my tracks as I spied the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on. He was younger than the other guys, 35 maybe. He wore a crisp blue suit as he sat behind the plain wooden desk. He didn't notice me as his eyes were glued to the computer.

He had a little stubble around his boyish face. His dark hair was perfectly in place above his baby blue eyes. And I could just TELL he was fit. This man oozed sexiness, though it was clear he had no clue. How cute....that's even hotter.

Damn, I noticed the plain ring on his finger. Of fucking course.

I pushed my chest out anyway & stuck my head in, "Heyyyyy, we didn't meet yet! I'm your new girl Mandy!"

His eyes didn't even look up, he was engrossed in his work.

"Uh yeah hi, I'm Sam, Let me know if you need anything. Thanks,"

Click click click.

I shook my head and moved down the hall.

Mercifully, Noon finally came. I scurried down the steps to find my new friend Patty sitting down at the cheap fold-up table.

Shit, I didn't bring anything to eat. I was so distracted trying to make myself look professional.

Patty laughed, diagnosing the situation quickly. "Here doll, take half my sandwich. I need to lose a few pounds anyway."

Patty spent the next 30 minutes spilling 30 years of heartache and life lessons. I was all ears, occasionally sharing some of my own story that already mirrored hers.

"I used to be young and pretty like you, then I met Dan. Loser. Marry right I tell you, it makes all the difference. 3 kids and 2 mistresses later, he left me to fend for myself working these shit jobs."

I nodded along, quickly realizing how lucky I was to have met Patty.

"How do you get a man? I mean ya know not a Dan. I mean I can land all kinds of guys but none of them last!"

Patty smiled, "Great question. The number one rule is 'use what you've got!' If you don't have fancy degrees or proper etiquette or a strong work ethic, shit, just find another way."

"Wow you really hit the nail on the head there about me, Patty."

She laughed, "I'm good at reading people. What you need to do is identify a solid guy first. One that will take care of you, provide for you. That's the easy part: just look for the exact opposite of what you've been dating."

We both laughed.

"The hard part is landing him long-term. You'd have to hide your crazy side long enough to get him hooked. You'd have to get him to fall so hard for you he overlooks your flaws. You'd have to keep that going long enough for him to develop some habits he can't live without. So much that the scale tilts in your favor."

"How the hell do I do that? Habits?"

"Like I said, that's the hard part. You have to get him to quit thinking with his brain and start thinking with his, well, hard part!"

We both erupted in laughter.

"But even that's usually temporary; did you know I slept with the mayor once? That's a story for another day but you have to find a way to get momentum on your side. Habits!"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know they've learned a lot about habits in the last decade? It's fascinating shit. The thinking side of our brains actually turn off for 60% of our day, while another part of our brain takes over. That other side runs on autopilot while our body does a habit. Habits become so ingrained, we do them without realizing it. We NEED them. You just have to find some habit to get him drawn into. Once it takes, after 14 straight days I think, it won't go away no matter how much he tries to "think" his way out of it. Or no matter how much your crazy shit comes out!"

"That's wild, I don't believe it!"

"Ok sweetie, just know that Mother Nature is undefeated. Habits are primal, especially when it comes to S-E-X. We're wired to crave it and reproduce so we don't go instinct. Trust me, I love this shit. There's a bird called the McGregor's something. The male spends his whole life- like 6 years- building some shrine of a nest just in the hopes of wooing a female. If it works, he gets about 3 seconds of pleasure. Shit, half the time it doesn't even work but he still tried. Even the damn birds know nothing is more powerful than the prospect of mindblowing sex."

"Hmmm... interesting...". The wheels were turning in my head.

Patty smiled, "What are you thinking? You're up to something!"

I laughed. "Oh, I was just thinking about Sam. He seems like a catch."

Patty burst out laughing. "Good one! Hahahaha, thanks I needed a laugh after my morning. Dream on, girl. That stud is out of your league. Ivy league, rich boss, beautiful wife he's fully devoted to and his head is ALWAYS in his business."

"I just... he's SO CUTE! I just want to scoop him up and move into his mansion and HAVE ALL HIS BABIES! Besides if his head's always in work, that probably means he's really held back and in need of some new ahem habits!"

"Woah, woah. That baby talk is the exact CRAZY you're gonna have to hide if we make that play."

"Yeah yeah, I just can't stop thinking about it. Wait- did you say if we make that play?!"

"Shit girl, its crazy but why the hell not? Your ass is gonna be fired in a week anyway, why not shoot for the fuckin moon & go out in a blaze of glory?"

I hugged her giddily! I'd never had an older woman encourage me before, come alongside me. Shit, who cares if I fail spectacularly? Having Patty work with me was the best thing I could think of.

"So what's the plan, sis?"

Patty thought for a moment. "Well you hit the nail on the head which might be the only reason this crazy plan could work. His head is always in his work... which means he may not know what he's missing out on. Trust me, even a McGregors bird knows how lifechanging that mind-blowing sex is! Hmm... blowing. That's it!"

"Huh?"

"Well you'll never get a loyal guy like Sam to outright cheat on his wife. You have to ease him into it, do something a little less than straight up sex but just as exciting. ORAL! No way his pretty little wife has ever give him head. How are your BJ skills?"

I smiled thinking about the doc, "I've had some uh practice."

Patty beamed, "Perfect, no man can resist a good blowjob. Just gotta get him over that initial hump then the habit will form itself."

I was growing excited, "How do we do that?"

Patty rubbed her chin. "Hmm... for now, I want you to focus on two things:

-GREAT CLEAVAGE