An old friend from college?

Jennifer went around fetching drinks for the staff and clearing the cups away for them. She was also asked to bring lube to various ladies writing at their desks. With each lady she interacted with the worse her new artificial lust got. She felt it affecting her panties. She couldn’t deny that what ever the source of her lust, it was making her pussy hot and wet and that was soaking her panties.

“Jennifer!” a familiar voice called from the elevators.

Jennifer turned and was practically tackled by the blonde girl. The hands around her and body pressed tightly only spiked the arousal and lust Jennifer was being **** to feel. The young woman pulled back from the bear hug and Jennifer got to see the face of the girl.

“Sasha?” Jennifer asked.

Sasha had been a friend of hers in school and had graduated the year before Jennifer. Russian by birth she had come here with her very conservative Russian Orthodox family as a child and had been Jennifer’s friend in college.

“Owww,” Sasha cooed, “You are going to love working here, I know I do!”

Sasha ran a finger over the badge. Jennifer looked Sasha up and down. Her friend was wearing an oversized CCCP hockey jersey with rainbow flag patches stitched onto the sleeves and the latex leggings that made up the uniform here.

“Sasha? What? Why?” Jennifer asked.

“Oh Jennifer, I love working here, great hours,” Sasha smiled, “I get to be open about my gayness and not having to hide in the closet anymore…”

“Sasha,” Jennifer stammered, “You married Boris!”

“Oh Boris?” Sasha chuckled, “I was his beard… He is currently dating a male stripper. We both are as gay as a rainbow but our parents expected us to be good little Orthodox Christians. Did anyone explain how this works?”

Sasha poked the nose ring dangling from Jennifer’s nose.

“Yeah, Madam Claire explained it,” Jennifer said.

“I put mine on and it was gone just like,” Sasha made a snorting noise like she was inhaling nasal medicine, “Oh, I had such a crush on you… But you were such a homophobe… Now.”

“Well from what I gather, I am about to become Madam Illich’s trophy secretary,” Jennifer said darkly.

“Don’t worry,” Sasha said as she turned around, “Mistress loves threesomes…”

Sasha backed into Jennifer and took her friend’s hands and started running them over her thighs and up her belly until Sasha held Jennifer’s hands against the open cups of the rubber suit under the hockey jersey. Sasha craned her neck to look back at Jennifer.

“I can’t wait for you to embrace latex fetish lipstick lesbianism,” Sasha purred.

Jennifer felt the latex body pressed against her and hear her own mind asking why she was fighting this.

“I…” Jennifer stammered.

Sasha let go of Jennifer’s hands and turned around. Before her friend could react, Sasha kissed Jennifer. Jennifer kissed back.

“Miss Hewitt,” Madam Illich shouted, “Office now!”