Christmas Eve

It was a week until the christmas party and Max was finishing his work of collecting the office preferences for the entertainment. He was surprised by how many had said they preferred pussy over dick since all of them wouldn’t leave him alone. He delivered the list to Harry.

“Right on time Max. The agency just called yesterday.”

“So how many people are you hiring?”

“Probably 5 or 6. They’re expensive.”

“Why are they so expensive?” Max was curious.

“For one they are gorgeous. They also have a lot less rules than most. You can pretty much do anything as long as it’s consensual.” Harry smiled.

“So kind of like me?” Max was flirting. Something about the dark side of Harry fascinated him and his warning about his interested had piqued Max’s curiosity.

“Like you but you don’t have to face them the next day.” Harry said a little embarrassed.

“I see. I can start wearing a blindfold if that’s the issue.” Max leaned over the desk.

Harry was locked in on Max. “Do you do anything besides suck dick?” Harry teased.

“I know you know I have.”

“One night in a hotel and you think you’re an expert.”

“Won’t get better unless I practice.” Max turned around and plopped his ass on the desk so that his cheeks peeked out from under his skirt. His ass had gotten bigger and the light brown flesh had Harry thinking some awful stuff.

“Tease me too much and you’ll have a problem.”

“Hopefully a big problem.” Max licked his lips looking over his shoulder and left Harry’s office. If he was going to be a whore he may as well enjoy it.

Dylan had been mysteriously quiet lately since Max rejected him over text but no good thing lasts forever. The man himself strolled by Max’s desk and looped back before the door to lean over it.

“How’s my little buttslut doing today?” He said gleefully.

“I’m well, how are you?” Max said as professionally as he could.

“I’m dreaming of christmas.”

“Oh yah?”

“Yup. I can’t wait to see what Santa gets me this year. I was a very good boy. Were you a good girl?” Max had gotten used to being constantly misgendered here and at this point didn’t even resent it. It was better than being called a bitch boy or some other demeaning term.

“Denver thinks so.” Max knew how to get under Dylans skin at this point. He rolled his eyes.

“I’ll bet he does. But christmas is a time of giving. Perhaps Denver will give us all one of his toys.” Dylan eyed Max’s burgeoning breasts.

“I hear there are other toys he’d rather share.”

“I’ve had those toys. I want this one.” Dylan walked off humming jingle bells.

The week flew by as preparations went underway. Max decorated the office with pointers from Harry and some other associates. One of the analysts held the ladder while Max hung lights and managed to stuff his face in Max’s ass several times. Max liked the sensation and pretended not to notice even as it almost knocked him off balance.

Several people dropped gifts off for Max over the week. Most of them were gift cards to things like Victoria’s Secret or a sex shop, but some were cash which Max appreciate even if it was 50 bucks in ones. Max was feeling excited for the party despite the implied responsibilities. He had grown comfortable in his role as Denver’s little pet and was excited by his flirtations with Harry. Even Dylan was good for a fun surprise every once in a while, Max couldn’t deny that Dylan had supplied him with the dildos he enjoyed every day. It was looking to be a good season.

Two days before the party, after Max finished his duties Denver handed him a large thin box. Max tore open the wrapping on his knees and withdrew the christmas themed lingerie within. It was very pretty and red and looked expensive. There was also a little reindeer antler headband.

“For the party.” Denver said as he adjusted his pants.

“Thank you Denver.”

“Harry will have more stuff for you on the day, but I’ll let that be a surprise.” Max examined the piece. It was a one piece with an unclippable thong and sheer stockings. His ass and package would be on full display.

“Should I wear my cage and plug?” Max asked.

“Nope. Harry will have accessories.”

“Ookayy.” Max sang a little.

“You’re going to have competition for once.” Max giggled.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“We’ll see.” Denver teased. Max left his office with the box. When Max returned home he set about preparing for the party. He tried on the outfit which fit perfectly. The top was tight on his chest which pushed the fat of his breats against his chest making them look fuller. The lace revealed his light brown skin but left some to the imagination. His ass however was split by the red strap and was in full view. He admired himself in the mirror, touching the new assets that had been forming. His workouts and the supplements had given him a very alluring bubble butt and his profile had a nice curve to it. His legs were lean but well toned and his skin was soft and inviting. The stockings came up to his thighs with garters that connected to the rest of the getup. He was happy with the look but the front was a concern. The lace panties accentuated his bulge and the harder he looked the easier it was to distinguish his package. It was almost cute the way it was presented, propped up by the tight panties his dick sat like a jewel on top of his tight orbs. From the side it looked large and stuck out, but from the front it almost felt right. Moments like this always made Max wonder what he was doing. He had never expected to spend the last few months becoming whatever this was but he also was happier than he’d ever been. The constant attention and pleasure that he got from selling his dignity was a harsh trade but what other option did he have? He could never afford this apartment without this job. He would never have known how much he enjoyed serving another man. He started to get aroused thinking about Denver and the lace of his panties protruded outwards at an awkward angle as blood rushed to his groin. He admired himself for awhile longer before carefully removing himself from the glamorous outfit and going to bed.