Distracted driving

Nikki felt great about her first day of work. She looked forward to getting Veronica fired for Ringmaster Peter. Nikki bounced herself through the buildings still crowded lobby, letting more people witness her sexual nature today. The whole building would know how the Harpy of Accounting was mincing like a tart all morning, some people claiming they heard her 'private time' around lunch. As they drove out of the company parking lot, Nikki blew a kiss to the security guard before letting her passenger resume control. Veronica, during all of this, feared her last day of work was fast approaching. This would kill her reputation. She'd have to leave town if she wanted a job in her field again. "Unless I started stripping, like Peter had implied." She chuckled to her empty car. A startled "Eep!" slipped from her mouth as Nikki heard mention of their new dream job, tickling their pussy as positive reinforcement. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Veronica reached down to adjust whatever seam was bunching against her tight folds, almost like an attempted penetration, but all she felt were her own fingers now puppeted by a grateful Nikki. Using fingers was much more satisfying for her than manipulating the pussy itself. Veronica would agree, as the direct touch of her digits felt much better then the mystery probing, but having the fingers move on their own ruined the mood a little bit. She was torn between the pleasure in her lap and the road ahead of her, but Nikki was an excellent multitasker, keeping the car steady and the pedal evenly pressed.

"What is wrong with me? My body is out of control. _Mmm~. No...I'm in...control._" Veronica choked on her last unintended words as she felt the most peculiar sensation along her slender neck. Words she had not planned **** their way up her throat and past her panting lips as Nikki's eager hand went faster. She hadn't anticipated her influence reaching to Veronica's words, but as she tested the muscles on her larynx and vocal chords, Veronica felt random, jagged syllables launching from her mouth, like a toddler sitting in front of a piano. In this case, Nikki would be considered a savant, as she was soon constructing symphonies of words. It was more than just slipping a sultry tone or replacing a word, like in her presentation. "I...want to...dance. I love...strip-ping." Veronica could only bulge her eyes as she felt words regurgitated against her attempts to suppress them. What was she saying? Could she be having a stroke? Her traitorous phrasing echoed in her mind. I love to dance. I love stripping. Why had that been on her mind recently. "It's these damned new tits." She concluded aloud. Every weird occurrence led back to the operation she couldn't remember attending. She would have a word with Peter as soon as she got home, if she could stay on the road without making a mess in her skirt. Veronica released willing moans as her thumb finally attended to her hooded clit, releasing it to the damp air between her shaking thighs, flexing on arched toes. She couldn't come from these thoughts of being a slutty performer. She wasn't like that! When they pulled up to a red light. Nikki took the opportunity to use both hands, placing the second one under her blouse to mash at the sensitive new funbags. She felt her puffy nipples rise to the stimulation, and Nikki finally pushed Veronica into an orgasmic spasm, causing screams loud enough to alert neighboring drivers.

As a teenage boy stared openly, ignoring his mother's reprimanding tone, Veronica slumped over in abject humiliation. She just came in public. She came harder than she ever had from masturbating, and she swore to herself it wasn't on purpose. Nikki was proud of her newfound voice, eager to show Ringmaster Peter how well she could control Veronica, who was now turning up the radio to drown out the rest of the world. The light turned green and she eagerly sped away from the audience that had gathered from her shouts. The station was still tuned to the throbbing club beats from this morning, and her body started reacting again, bouncing on her toned rear, gyrating and grinding like she was giving Peter a lap dance. Or giving anyone a lap dance, she wasn't picturing Peter specifically or anything! As the obnoxious, repetitive chorus burrowed into her ears, the **** feeling of rogue words came back and tried to make her sing along. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror, her weary eyes contrasting Nikki's tugging smile reflected back. "What the hell?" Veronica beamed, prodding her cheeks' stiffly-rounded apples. They refused to relax into her attempted scowl, or closed mouth, or anything except the ecstatic grin. After a commute of dancing and squirming, Veronica could finally turn the dial all the way down, silencing the bubbly pop when she arrived home. Her work attire was wrinkled and sticking to the sweat from her hip-centric workout. She wobbled through the thankfully empty lobby to her apartment. She fumbled wearily with her keys before throwing the door open. All the stress of her day suddenly weighing on her entire being. She just wanted to curl up in bed and forget it all happened.