How To Staff Satisfaction I Suck Ch 03

The Weekend was almost over. Trish and Sally had spent all of it together, locked away from the world. Trish Finally had a simple bit of human company, while Sally just seemed to be enjoying her time not having to hide her appendage.

Trish, After finding her body transformed into a obnoxiously sexualized futanari sex-toy was surprised how much she was adapting to her new lifestyle. Her Pink Rubbery skin and massive puffy lips melted any and all and delivery people that come to the door, and her gigantic pay packet meant she ordered anything that crossed her fancy. She had to face facts - The variety and perks, in her free time, outweighed the hardships of her working life.

She'd accepted that not only was she a sex toy, she was also an object of amusement for the staff at this strange place. She was designed to be something to take the edge off working life. Sally confirmed this - whenever they'd get on to her job at the company she'd talk about how difficult it was to deal with the daily stress. it was a multi-billion dollar company, after all. Trish new little of its actual purpose, but it seemed to be involved with international trade and legal issues.

Trish had actually been allowed to book a 'working' holiday at one of the companies beach resorts in the sunny pacific. It didn't cost much in comparison to her weekly pay and gave her something besides sex to look forward too. Being composed of whatever bizarre material her skin was now made of she doubted she'd be able to tan but some new surroundings sounded wonderful after her practical imprisonment during her first few weeks in the complex.

Only a few weeks left. She'd probably take Sally. She fit the bill, good banter and a damn hot body. Her phallic cranium wasn't a problem for Trish, in fact she kind of loved it. It was big enough to satisfy her while also reminding her she wasn't the only freak in this place.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she groped the still sleeping Sally. In just a few hours she'd have to start her working week again, full of embarrassing scenarios and 'public services' no doubt. Hopefully her new partner here chose something easy on the ego, unlike the previous week. Something that wouldn't leave her a mess afterwards, or alone for extended periods of time. That's what she hoped for, knowing the realistic boundaries to her job.

Sally, still asleep, rolled over. Her dick comically slapped against her forehead. Trish decided she didn't want to wait any longer and softly kissed the shaft, trying to get her aroused without waking. Slowly, with great care, it worked and Sally's cock stood up, ready for a ride.

"This ought to get you started right" Trish mumbled, ever so delicately rolling Sally on to her back and sitting on her member. She slipped the dick in to her nice, lubed pussy and sat for a moment before softly rocking back and forth. She noticed a slight stir, before she began to bounce slightly on the only part of Sally's body that was definitely wide awake. Trish's huge breasts hid her view of the dick-head below her, but for the first time since getting here, this wasn't about any of the weird and wonderful - this was cold hard lusty fucking. The woman in her crying out. She needed to be fucked again as a female and she was getting her due.

It didn't take long for Sally to begin to struggle. Trish could feel her massive ass cheeks slamming against her head and face enough to wake someone from a coma. She didn't care too much, they seemed to have a no holds barred relationship and Trish purposefully lent in to Sally's body, pinning her down as she rid her. Between the rhythmic wet slapping sound, Trish's loud moans and Sallies muffled noises she was convinced that she'd get a noise complaint but failed to let it concern her.

Eventually a natural feminine orgasm ripped through her body and she felt Sally blow her load right inside her, and she finally rolled off her lover. Panting slightly and patting a dazed looking Sally on the cock, she got up and walked over to the bedroom door.

"I'll get you some breakfast sugar."

Trish's jobs were simple today. In honesty, a bit too simple. Sally had booked her in to service individual clients, most just normal blokes or dick girls with a few enhanced individuals in between. Although part of her appreciated the easy work, she was a little concerned that it wasn't exactly going to help her 'career'. Many of the jobs where, for example, a standard blowjob, or anal. One or two wanted a strip show beforehand. Some of the more exciting clients asked her to perform fellatio on herself, something she really enjoyed and she lapped up the opportunity - literally - but these were few and far between. Overall it was surprisingly boring day, giving the preceding weeks. Some of them lasted less time than it took to travel!

She was arriving home, not sure how to feel. Sally had stayed at her apartment for the day and would be waiting for her there. She glanced at the elevator leading up to the bar but decided against it. Arriving home, she noticed a small package on the door matt. One was unlabelled, while the other had Blow-up Doll in big letters on the front. "Hey, Sally, you seen this?"

It looked like it might have been opened already. Sally shook her head, again letting her cock flop about comically, before disappearing in to the living room again. "Huh. Probably just damaged in travel."

Inside the blank package was a note and several different coloured pills. After last week, Trish Knew each of these pills could have big effects on her body. The note read, simply:

'Blue, 7pm nightly. Green 7am each morning.'

There was a fancy header and footer, but little else. Trish knew what was going on. "Sally - where am I working tomorrow?"

Sally came back in to the room. She was blushing a little and tiptoed over to Trish, looking slightly submissive. "Tomorrow? Same as today. Your big job starts Wednesday, I booked you in to a strip club and..." She noticed the pills in Trish's hands, and slightly stuttered "Well I... I signed you up for a bit of Fun there! You'll be there for a few days, I'm going too and your jobs basically to entertain the guests, as any stripper does. And a little extra, you know. I think I know what those pills are for though."

She trailed off. Trish didn't know what to think. It seemed like she was lying but what was the point? She'd been given free reign. Trish sighed and decided she'd just pursue it later. Passing Sally, who looked annoying relieved, she entered the living room...

"SURPRISE!"

The room was full of furniture - actual furniture! A sofa and some chairs even rugs, filling what was a fairly cold, empty room. Sally had been busy! "My boss gave me a new contract, so I decided to treat you to some new furniture! I'm getting paid so much more money now!"

The room was lovely. It all looked really expensive! Trish went to hug Sally, but slowly came to a realisation. More money meant extreme transformations, from her experience. "Sally... What have you signed up for?"

Sally blushed again. "It's a one off 3-month contract. Just three months. But I don't know what the job is until later this week. All I know is I have to take... these pills."

She softly took the pills from Trish, wrapping one of her arms around Trish's comically small waist. "It'll also mean I won't have this on my head much longer." She said quietly, gesturing to her flacid member.

She needed it removed. Trish could tell, she hated it. But it was risky. Trish Kissed her on the forehead, being sure to miss the dick. "I like your adage. But if you need it gone... Goodbye little fella."

She planted a wet, sloppy kiss right on the ball sack. Sally pushed her away, giggling as she did so. She was in such a good mood! Trish couldn't help but smile as she happily flopped down on to the sofa, patting the side. "C'mon girl, Lets relax."

The two strange women held each other for the rest of the night, chatting and flirting. Innocent bonding. It was the best night Trish had been involved with in quite some time. Before finally going to bed, she remembered to open her letter. Inside a large, colourful, wrapped sweet and a 'eat me' note was found. In her good mood She decided what the heck and gulped it down. It tasted great! She seductively strutted in to the bedroom, spying a aroused Sally waiting for her. "Let's get this party started eh babe?"

The next morning, Trish had gotten dressed for work. She wore a pair of red strapped high heels, a miniskirt that barely covered her huge rear and a tight cropped vest, with large hoop earrings. Sally had also applied bright red long fake nails to her fingers and toes, making her, somehow, look even more whorish than usual. She was working at a strip club, after all. She sat down at her computer to check directions. It was still a bit of a mystery to her so she felt she finally needed to have a proper look. Once she'd logged in, she couldn't help but spy a 'comment section' on her recent performances and decided to have a look.

Unsurprisingly, there were several extremely lewd comments and several more complimentary ones, all focused around feedback for her recent jobs. However, a slight theme emerged that coincided with the copious amounts of private messages she received - more 'futa'. Futa? A quick google search and Trish realised they were referring to the fact that she was a female with male genitals. They wanted to see her use her dick! She checked when she was due to start her mysterious job and decided she had enough time for a show. Then she'd have to get back to her rota.

Slowly swaggering over to her new couch she stripped off her top and skirt and made sure the cameras where all on. The feed went live and she felt a rush of arousal as she realised she was about to do what she'd been wanting to do for a while now. Standing in front of her computer, she slowly began to rub her floppy shaft while swaying her ass. slightly, allowing herself to slowly but surely become erect. Her heels made balance a slight issue, but she used the off centre of gravity to exaggerate her movements, leaning in to each thrust of her hips.

She cupped and tickled her balls while slowly gripping her fat shaft, slowly trailing her hand up and down and licking her lips towards the camera. Practically juggling her testicles, she sped up her hand movements to a steady pace and stood in the centre of the room for several minutes, waiting for the viewer number to increase. She heard Sally stirring in the room next to her, increasing the horny tension she was now feeling.

Eventually, she seductively wrapped her other hand around her shaft as well, pointing her cock straight forwards at the camera lens and used her legs more than arms to air-fuck her hands. There was a slapping sound as her palms struck her crotch area, harder and harder with each push. Pre-cum was oozing out of her slit and she noticed a tantalising drip forming on the end of her rod, swaying with each moment she made. Her puffy, doughnut shaped lips began to get wet too as drool coated them. Lust was beginning to take over and it was an act no more - she wanted to cum more than ever but was still a long way off. Keeping one hand on the base, she began to jack off fairly hard, widening her stance to get better balance.

She felt her body getting moist as sweat began to form, giving her pink body the usual rubbery sheen. Her eyes where wide as hormones began to rush through her body, putting her in to a state of heated excitement. She was reminded of what she was told on her first day - that she'd be addicted to her own cock - and submitted to her urges. Still standing, she bent over as far as she could and allowed her huge shaft to be enveloped by her even bigger tits. Looking straight at her cock head and feeling content for the first time in a while, she licked the precum drip from it, savouring the taste before swallowing. An audible hum of delight escaped her throat, before she opened her mouth and crammed as much of her dick down her neck as she could.

The feeling was now natural. The back of her throat, indeed her whole mouth seemed like the perfect fit for her tool. She sucked hard while playing with the sensitive head with her tongue, exciting herself further. Her hips where still thrusting slightly and jamming the dick further in to her mouth as she enjoyed the taste and sensation she was giving herself. Dragging her lips up and down like a well lubed mechanical piston, she started to use her neck to bob along with each thrust, increasing the distance her penis moved in each motion. It was heavenly! But a sudden realisation hit her - this can't look good for the camera! The could only see her bending over. She opened her eyes and spied the upside-down sofa. Clumsily, without removing her cock, she started to shuffle backwards and let her weighty ass fall down on to the cushioned couch. Crossing her legs into the comfortable, practised position, she used her hands to control the bottom of the shaft as she pleased the head. She was a professional now, using all her skills to best please herself and loving every second of it. The familiar bubble leading to cum was rising steadily and she was furiously working to get there, a sick feeling of pure ecstasy blurring her usual judgement.

Blowing her load was in the moment the greatest gift she could imagine. A shockingly huge orgasm accompanied the arrival of waves of cum, making her gargle - scream in delight. As much as she swallowed spurted past her lips on to the floor, coating her tits and body as it travelled there. She wanted every drop, so she clamped down on the dick, allowing her cheeks to balloon out as she focused on swallowing, to semi-success.

Once the spurting finished, she popped her dick out, licking further at the head and smiling for the camera. Noting the cum on her jugs she lifted each heavy mound and licked off all she could find. She allowed her huge chesty weight to pull her to the floor, before licking every drop off the cold hard surface. She felt like a spoilt princess, being given everything she wanted. In reality, she knew she just looked like a slut. Finishing the floor clean, she slowly crawled to the camera and winked in to it, before shutting it down.

"Enjoying yourself, I see... "

Sally was lent in the doorway, looking amused. Trish was still filled with lust and in no mood to play. Without warning she stood and approached the suddenly concerned looking Sally. Noting the size difference between them, Trish being taller and having much bigger assets than her, She pushed her weight in to Sally's space, propping one arm against the doorframe behind her and allowing one of her breasts to shove in to Sally's face.

"Yeah, and I have time to spare before I leave."

cupping her hands on to Sally's ass, they kissed, Sally especially putting effort in to doing so. She wanted it as much as Trish did, it seemed. But Trish wasn't in the mood for their usual games, she wanted it nasty. Sally's light frame and prefect body was calling. Roughly, Trish pulled Sally in, rubbing her still erect but strangely not exhausted penis across her belly. No words where needed as Sally reached down, fingering herself as the make-out session intensified.

Propping her back against the wall, Trish cupped her arms below sally's legs, lifting her off the floor and spreading her pussy wide. Her Schlong was pressed against it, waiting for the pair to begin.

Her cock slipped in surprisingly easily considering its size, probably due to the lube like residue she secreted. She started slowly, bearing all of Sally's weight as the two freak-shows got in to a rhythm. Sally seemed to know what she was doing and gladly slid along Trish's pole, using her leverage to force the pair from the wall. Trish comfortably took the weight, the pair locked in hormone driven excitement. Slowly but confidently she turned and moved towards the sofa, sitting down on the cum soaked furniture and allowing Sally to begin to bounce, taking control of the act.

Grabbing Trish's tits to further steady herself Sally picked up the pace and was soon breathing heavily, sweat glistening off her bust as she threw her head back in pleasure. She was letting go, finally enjoying herself as Trish practically leaned back and watched the beautiful woman pleasure herself. She placed her hands on Sally's hips and began to softly guide each movement, loving the view more and more. Sally barely noticed, seemingly in a world of her own!

Reaching the point of climax, Trish decided to flip positions. Roughly placing sally front up on the sofa and spreading her legs wide, she rammed her phallus right back in to Sally's now gaping snatch. Pounding much harder than before, she realised her cock wouldn't fit all the way in, but that wasn't going to stop her trying. It was getting deeper each time and she had to push her partners legs further apart to accommodate her gigantic hips thrusting. She finally felt like it was going to blow.

Sally was clearly Cumming already and the sight of this pushed Trish over the edge, popping her seed right into Sally's cooch. The pair made eye contact and kissed, breathless, before Trish flopped her cock back out of the completely exhausted Sally. But she had one final Trick she wanted to try. Kissing Sally's body on the path down, she slowly lowered herself to the woman's pussy and began to lap at it, drinking in all the cum while simultaneously bringing her back in to pleasure. Sally grabbed the back of Trish's head and guided her. They were lost in each other and as the two slowly ended their liaison, there was a mutual feeling of gratitude. Time was passing far too quickly and eventually, they had to part ways for the day.

That ought to hold her, she thought, pulling up her skirt and heading to the door. She gave the tired but happy looking Sally a wink, before waddling off to her next surprise. putting her top on once outside - no embarrassment needed, as she openly flashed the people near her apartment - she realised she was actually mentally and physically in a really good place.

It took about 3 hours to get to her job. On talking to the staff on the bottom floor, she was ferried in to a small taxi (that her butt and tits barely fit in to - the squeeze to get in caused a few obvious sniggers) and driven across town it seemed, to a large members only type venue. She had a fairly pleasant chat with the driver and her burly escorts who, apart from their rough guidance, where fairly friendly.

The building was a huge Gothic mansion, several stories tall with modern technology securing the perimeter. The juxtaposition was alarmingly obvious but easy to ignore once the benefits where considered. One such advantage was the fact Trish got to be outside for the first time in what felt like years and was even given a tour of the expansive grounds by a polite host as thanks for 'being a part of the weeks events'. It was beautiful, the flowers where lovely and she was allowed to relax on a grassy field by a large fountain. Her guards knew with the tech around the place there was no chance of pulling a runner.

Basking in the sun, she daydreamed for about two hours, before being shown in to the building. The entrance gave way to a huge hall with a stage, surrounded by a bar and several walkways. Few people where in the place at the moment, save for a few women who turned out to be live in employees. Some were modified, generally to look more bimbo like with big tits or exaggerated legs and thighs. They spoke openly about their contracts and seemed to hold Trish in either reverence or contempt - some admired how far she was 'wiiling' to be modified and marvelled at the thought of her pay check, while others - perhaps out of jealousy, Trish rationalised - made comments on how it was too much or they'd never sell themselves that far, things like that. Trish just nodded non-confrontationally at either school of thought and left out the fact she just didn't read the contract when she should have.