Christy Goes To Work

Christy went through the motions of an innumerable number of times before. Arrive, do make-up along side up to a dozen others in a conference centre washroom, get dressed, get to your booth on the floor before the show opens.

Christy looked down the row of sinks and mirrors marvelling at the almost manufacturing line nature of the girls getting prepared. Normally Christy didn't have the time, nor inclination to just marvel at all this primping and preening.

Thanks to the Idol's blessing though, that was now a thing of the past. Her glamour shifted into appropriate make-up like a chameleon shifting colour.

She winked at Tina half wishing they could just set about to work on the 8 girls here. Sadly there were too many and too much chance of discovery for such an abdrupt action.

Grabbing her garment bag she channeled demonic energies into it, she needed to alter it to her new curves, and even newer desires of how much to show.

Looking down the line she contemplated if she could augment some of the other wardrobe bags.

She glanced at the mirrors of the girls on either side of her and suppressed a smile. They both sported visibly hard nipples, Christy wondered if it was her pheromones or the AC in here.

Unzipping her garment bag she and Tina marvelled at what the Idol's corruption had provided them to wear.

The sleeveless sheath dress was elegant and alluring. Christy couldn't wait to put it on. Smiling at Tina she peeled off the form fitting t-shirt letting her breasts hang loose for all to see.

It seemed like a shame to immediately cover them back up, so she massaged and fondled them a bit. Dancing a fine line between being lude and appearing to just be inspecting them.

Christy and Tina noticed the attention they were grabbing, as the girls to either side seemed to blush and try to avert their eyes, while further along the row some heads turned and whisper said.

It was nice to be so eye catching, Christy thought to herself and winking at Tina.

Unbuttoning her jeans she hooked her thumbs in them before pulling them down over her ass seductively before picking them up and neatly folding all her clothes.

A couple of the other girls stopped doing their make-up and withdrew into washroom stalls to change, or so they made it appear. Christy could sense their arrousal across the room.

Examining her body in the mirror once more, Christy relished the thought that her pheromones and nude form had made being able to see her difficult for some of the other show girls.

Pulling the dress from the garment bag Christy smiled too herself as she began peeling it on, the girl to the right of her staring.

"Are you not going to wear a thong or any other underwear?" She asked. Christy looked at the blushing girl, her auburn hair swept across her bangs, and tied up in the back into a beautiful high ponytail reaching down to her shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? I can't have panty lines ruining this dress." Christy replied pulling the shoulder straps on before pressing her breasts together in admiration of how well they displayed in this dress.

Turning to the girl Christy smiled. "I'm Christy by the way. I'm supposed to be working booth E27." Christy introduced reaching out a hand.

"Sue. Nice to meet you. I'm working E28 across the aisle." Sue shivered slightly as their hands shook. She couldn't quite place it, but there was a chill that coursed through her. That aside Christy's hand felt warm and tingly, Sue felt a craving to grab further hold but let go already embarrassed by how much of the girls body she had already stared at.

"Zip me up?" Christy asked turning her back, towards Sue with a smile. She could sense Sue's growing desire, that would be useful on the show floor.

Christy heard a familiar strut enter into the washroom behind her. "Christina? Is that you?" An equally familiar voice inquired.

Turning around Christina smiled and looked into the eyes of Iris. Iris considered herself the pinnacle of trade show girls. She had always made a habit of putting Christina down, mocking the short hair cuts, lack of flaunting her whole body, and generally dehumanizing her.

Christy thought about dehumanizing the social climber right away. "Iris. It's good to see you again. I was wondering if you would be working this booth. I know how in demand you must be." Christy thought about all the times she had let this woman put her down, or make her feel less than she was.

"No, they insisted I do this show if I want to work the Vegas show. I see you're skanking it up. Were you hoping I might not turn up and you could try becoming one of their top girls?" Iris responded, hanging her garment bag up as she hijacked Christy's mirror to examine her permanent make-up.

"No. I was only hoping to strive to match the high moral standards you aspire to that I need working alongside you." Christy replied sincerely, thoughts of reducing Iris to a slut begging to be privileged enough to eat her out swirling through her mind as her hand covertly held Iris's garment bag channeling the Idol's corrupting energies into it.

"I'll see you ladies on the floor." Christy added before strutting out. She could hear Tina in her mind, eager to advance their corrupting agenda, even more so to put Iris in her place.