Barbara At Work Barbi At Play

I was late and I knew he wouldn't be happy. Work sucked today and it took me longer than usual to deal with the assholes. I hate firing people, but this one guy just went over the line too many times and he had to go. That always put me in a bad mood, but when you run a business with so many people directly under you, it has to be done.

The door was unlocked and I let myself in. We met with a hug and quick kiss.

"Oh, good, you finally got here."

"Yeah, sorry. I had to be the Big Bitch this afternoon."

"This afternoon? You're always the bitch there!"

"Yeah, but today was worse than usual. Let me get out of this suit, OK?"

"Yeah, fine, use your room. They'll be here in a about an hour, so get a shower and just a robe. Oh, and make sure you do your legs."

I went to the room we called my room when I'm here and stripped off my work clothes. Today was just a simple business suit and some basic heels, bra and panties, nothing special. Some days I wore fancier undies, but I was in a rush this morning. I didn't know what he had in mind, but he told me he had hired some people from a local salon to do my face and hair for some reason. He refused to tell me more, but I trusted him and figured we'd have some fun with it.

Shower felt good after today. I wanted to wash the filth of the corporate world off and took a few extra minutes. He said to do my legs which meant he'd be spending time with them, so I wanted to make sure they were extra smooth. Then I took the time to trim my pussy hair for him too. He'd showed me a picture of a famous Penthouse Playmate of the 90's that did hers in an inverted 'V' shape and I've kept mine trimmed that way ever since.

I heard the door bell and slipped my robe on as I headed out to see what was next. I was introduced to a nice couple and after a bit of small talk he led us all into a room with a simple stool for me to sit on and a table to them to set out their equipment and materials. There was also a grab bar attached to the wall in front of me. I found out much later that all he told them to do was prepare me like they would a model for a Cosmo style cover picture. They took most of an hour doing all sorts of things, but refused to let me see it. The guy teased, combed and sprayed my hair while the lady did my face, taking extra time on my eyes and lips.

They stood back and let him see the result. From his expression, I knew he was more than pleased.

"This is amazing work! Far better than I'd hoped." He just heaped praise on them, then showed them out while I waited in this room with no mirrors. I was dying to see it.

He returned to the room and I asked, almost implored, "Why can't I see what they did?"

"You will in a little while. I just want it to be a surprise and you'll see the whole effect when I'm done dressing you. Are you ready for the next step?"

I made it clear I was as he pulled my robe off leaving me naked. He pulled a pair of dark glasses out of bag on the table and put them on me. Dark? They were blacked out with side baffles. I couldn't see a thing.

"Just hang on to the bar to steady yourself and we'll get going."

He told me to lift my left foot and I felt him pulling a stocking over my foot and up my calf. Then the right foot making it clear it was pantyhose and not stockings. He worked them up my legs, smoothing them as he went. Then up over my ass and hips as he worked them between my legs and tightly into my crotch.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time fitting those into my pussy area, don't you think?"

"And loving every minute of it my dear!!"

I felt him putting something around my waist.

"Just a light waist cincher to help pull you in just a bit. You're tight and toned and trim and wonderful, but this is just a bit to add to the effect."

I smiled meekly and let him have his way. I enjoyed his hands on me whenever possible and I was as aroused as he probably was.

He had me raise my feet again one at a time to step into what felt like some kind of body suit that he told me he had custom made.

"If this fits the way it should, it will be very snug and you might have to adjust your breathing a little."

His hands were back to rubbing my mound and ass as he fit the garment and pulled it up over my torso to my breasts.

"Now, I get to handle these wonderful breasts as I fit them into the cups. You really do have the greatest breasts!"

"Thanks, I think."

"OK, suck in just a little while I pull the zipper up."

Snug and tight it was, but it felt terrific. I mean it really felt good as it firmed my sides and adjusted my poise to make me stand up straight.

"OK, now the shoes. These may be a bit higher then you're used to, so hang onto the bar to steady yourself. That last thing I want is for you to twist an ankle!"

As he put one on my left foot, he added, "OK, now let your foot down and step up into it to get used to the height, then I'll put the other one on so you can get your balance".

"Wow, these are high."

"You OK? Can you stand in them?"

"Yeah, let me have a minute, but they'll be fine."

I felt him put something on my wrists and around my neck. Then he put something on my head.

"OK, that's it. Are you ready to see yourself?"

I was more than ready and as he pulled the glasses off, I was absolutely stunned. There in the mirror was a magazine ready Playboy Bunny, complete with cuffs, collar, bowtie and ears. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I was in disbelief. When I move my hand, hers moved. When I spoke, her lips moved. He'd even gotten the name tag with the ribbons hanging down and my play name, 'Barbi'. The assholes all had to call me Barbara at work. We came up with 'Barbi' years ago when we started this game. It seemed more relaxed and fitting for what we were doing on these weekend get togethers.

"WHO IS THAT????"

"That's my big sister and I couldn't be more proud of her."

"That is NOT me!!"

"Yeah, it is Sis. It's you."

"Where the hell have you been hiding her?"

My brother hugged me intimately from behind and I could almost see a tear in his eye.

"She's always been there inside you. She's how I see you all the time. You just hide her when you go to the asshole places."

I turned to face him and took him in my arms, holding him close. I wanted to thank him and leaned in for a kiss but he stopped me.

"I paid a lot for that face and I don't want you to mess up your lipstick just yet. Let's try to get a couple of hours of enjoying the whole deal, OK?"

And that's exactly what we did. I embraced the role fully and drew on my early years as a cocktail waitress to play the role of a Bunny serving a customer in one of the long since closed clubs that used to be so popular.

We had a blast at it too. I was still able to do the waitress dip in heels to place drinks in front of him and waltz away swinging my hips to make the big white cotton tail dance for him. I played it up as much as I could and even admonished him for trying to touch the tail.

"Sir, there'll be an extra charge on your tab if you touch my tail, club rules!"

"Hmmm, I see, what if I do this?"

He hugged me from behind and put both of his hands on my breasts, cupping them firmly.

"Oh no Sir, that's fine. You can do that all you want!"

"And this?", he asked as he lowered one hand to my crotch.

"No problem there either Sir," I said with a warm moan.

We stood there for a minute with his hands caressing me, savoring the moment knowing where it would lead.

"Sir, perhaps you'd like Bunny Barbi to suck your cock?"

I turned and went down to sit on my heels and opened his pants.

"How do you move so smoothly and with such grace? You did that with no effort at all."

"Practice," was all I said as I took my brother's cock into my mouth.

This wasn't just a blow job. I took extra effort to make it the best blow job I'd ever given him in all our years of playing. This one was going to be special. I was literally making love to his cock with my mouth, leaving traces of that expensive lipstick on it for him to see. I kissed along the shaft and nibbled on the head. My hand was caressing his balls with my nails scraping that special spot at the base. I took him all in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and literally sucked the cum out of him and down my throat.

I stood up and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips and tongue. We made out for a few minutes like a couple of college kids in the back seat. I ground my body into his as I felt his hands exploring my ass. I leaned back a bit and looked at him.

"So, little brother, have you ever fucked a Playboy Bunny?"

"No Sis, but I'm about to if you're ready."

"I'm more than ready for my brother's cock."

I felt him lower the zipper on the bodice and I made a point of removing it in as sexy a way as I could. He removed the waist cincher and I slithered out of the pantyhose.

"You can leave your ears on!"

We both laughed at that one as I laid down on the large rug in front of the fireplace with the roaring fire. Yes, this was going to be like the classic romantic image in so many layouts.

He laid down with me and went to work licking his way up my thighs to my pussy. His tongue made me quiver with pleasure as he lapped my lips and clit, pushing into me a little. I closed my legs beside his head and held them tight as he licked me. I tugged on his hair and motioned him up my body with my finger. He stopped at my breasts just long enough to nuzzle each one, then positioned himself at my opening.

I looked into his eyes, "Fuck me little brother. Fuck your big sister."

We both moaned in pleasure as he slid into me as he had so many times before. Was this the tenth time? Twelfth? Fiftieth? I'd lost count. It just felt so good each time. It was so different from any of the other guys that fucked me. I'd never been able to get past the sex and to where there was any connection with any of them. This was on an entirely different level.

"Sis, how does your cunt feel so tight and warm and inviting each time? I can't get enough of fucking you!"

"I know little brother. I love having your cock inside me."

It wasn't him pumping and thrusting into me, it was us moving together. He wasn't fucking me, we were making love to each other. We were on a different planet for that time and we really didn't want to come back to Earth. I felt him tense up and unload into me and we both shuddered wildly, then fell silent and motionless, neither of us able to move enough to even disengage or roll over.

When I woke up, the ears, collar, bowtie and cuffs were laying on the table beside me and I was covered with a soft blanket. He was sitting on the couch with two mugs of mulled cider, handing me one.

"Hey Sis. Welcome back. How do you feel?"

All I could do was smile. THIS is exactly why I came here. I don't know what it was, but I could relax here like no where else, not even at home. The world of assholes went away and I could be whoever I wanted to be, or whoever my brother wanted me to be. It was a total and complete escape from who I had to be at work.