Hanna's busy morning

Hanna woke up to a blaring alarm she couldn't remember setting. As much as she wanted to ignore it, something told her she ought to at least check her phone. She sat up slowly. She was stiff. She was used to sleeping on her wonderful King sized bed not this...cot...in a shared dorm...in the windowless basement.

She groaned as she stretched out, then she silenced the alarm and looked at her phone. 4:45am. What the fuck?

The alarm had been set by the condominium's app. A reminded of her scheduled shift. She sighed. That's right, she wasn't in charge of picking shifts anymore. She could ignore it, but that would get her penalties from the condo board and from her contract with Master. She tapped on her phone to see her new assignment.

"Shit." She whispered. It started at 5 am. She had no time to get herself ready, just use the bathroom and head upstairs in the same uniform she'd worn last night. She just barely made it, thankfully her assignment was on the 5th floor and not the 55th. She reached the door just in time, and per her instructions, she found it unlocked and stepped inside.

The unit was very similar to her own, although it was a very male aesthetic that had decorated it. That familiarity helped as she made her way to the kitchen. Her task was to make breakfast for the owner of the condo, and she was quite lucky he had simple tastes. Eggs, toast and bacon. She could handle that. An freshly brewed coffee too, the smell of everything made her mouth water but she'd been specifically instructed not to eat any of it. She was too far in the red right now, she didn't dare defy her orders.

When everything was ready she set the table, then headed to the bedroom to fulfil the final request of her assignment.

Wake me up with a blowjob.

She had no idea how he could still be asleep with the smell of bacon wafting into the room, not to mention the sound the coffee grinder made, but here he was, snoring away. She approached the bed and carefully pulled the covers back. Luckily he was sleeping on his back, and in the nude. She supposed he knew what he'd ordered after all.

He was a little older than she was, but not much. 40. Maybe 45. Slightly overweight, balding, rather small dick. Certainly not the kind of man she would go for. She supposed that was a good thing. His cum would taste a little better because of that.

Well, no point in delaying the inevitable. Hanna quietly crawled onto the bed and straddled him. Then she tucked her hair behind her and lowered her face down to kiss his dick. She licked it slowly, running her hands along his thighs and chest as she did. It twitched, slowly getting harder and harder. Even once fully erect it still wasn't very impressive, but that just meant she'd be able to get the whole thing in her mouth. And she did, pushing her face down until his pubes tickled her nose.

She felt him stir underneath her. She risked and glance up and saw his eyes open, widened, and then a huge grin spread across his face. She increased her pace now, trying to get this over with. As he woke up fully her started to moan, then her grabbed her head, gently, and guided her to a pace he enjoyed. Hanna kept going and going, maybe it was just because he hadn't been fully awake but this man had some real staying power. Her jaw started to ache but there seemed to be no sign of him cumming.

Then he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her downwards him, holding her down as he thrust his hips forward. She instinctively tried to pull away, but he was too strong for her. Then he grunted and released a torrent of cum that she struggled to swallow. Only once he was done did he finally release her and she sat back on her heels, gasping for breath.

She wanted to yell at him, but she managed to hold back. He held the power in this situation and no good would come from upsetting him. Besides...she licked her lips, he did taste pretty good.

"5 stars." The man said, "I assume breakfast is ready?"

"Yes sir, as requested." She climbed off him and he followed her out of the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed.

He sat down at the table and took a bite of bacon, "Mmm...delicious," He waved at her dismissively, "You can go. 5 stars. Look for my request again won't you?"

She bowed her head slightly, "Of course sir." She turned and left quickly.

Outside she checked her phone. She was shocked to see just how many credits she'd been awarded. Almost enough to get her back in good standing. A quick scroll through the available options made it clear why. It seemed that women were willing to cook or clean for the men, but not many were willing to go as far as she did. Anything involving sex scored a lot of points.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She'd been assigned another task. Bastard. Didn't give her a moment to rest. Someone on the 4th floor wanted his suit ironed. No sex. Then she had to make breakfast for some kids while their mom showered. Apparently her husband had booked the service. Immediately after that she had to rush down three flights of stairs in her heels to awkwardly give a handjob to a man while his wife watched, ensuring to catch his semen in a cup. Apparently the wife wanted heard about the health benefits of consuming it immediately, but couldn't be bothered to do it herself.

Her 'Master' had been kind enough to only accept jobs within the bottom 5 floors, but still, she was exhausted by the time she was done. She desperately needed to get to her condo and shower, change and head off to work but as she checked her phone she realized she had no time. She could not be late for work. It was a rule. She knew if she went upstairs now, she wouldn't make it. She could ask a man for permission to edit the rule to be late, but it felt like cheating to keep doing that.

Instead she went back to the basement. There was a shower there, if you could call it that. A cold water pipe with a bunch of holes drilled into it and a quarter turn ball valve. She had no choice. She stripped out of her uniform and then screamed as the icy cold water hit her. She washed herself faster than she'd ever done in her life, then shut the water off and shook herself dry as much as she could. Only then did she realize she had no clothes to wear. Thankfully another girl saw her predicament and offered her a dress. Another busty woman kicked out of her condo, at least it fit. Unfortunately it didn't match the office dress code, but she couldn't worry about that now.

With her hair still soaking wet she rushed back upstairs, through the lobby, and out onto the street. She dimly noticed as she rushed to the subway that the roads were far less packed. It made sense. She'd stripped women of their drivers licenses and then made most people women. She may have single handled solved Toronto's traffic problems...

Or not. Women still had places to go and without their cars, it seemed like they'd all found their way to the subway. Hanna had to fight her way through the thick crowd of women to force herself onto a car. She ended up making it there just in time. She wasn't sure what would happen if she were late. It was a rule that she couldn't be late and so she felt it in her bones that she had to do everything she could to be there, but what would happen if the subway car had broken down just now? Maybe she would have felt compelled to jump off and run.

Hanna had just made it off the elevators when it happened. Brent Campbell happened to be walking by when he saw her. He immediately stopped and turned to face her, shaking his head slowly as he did, "Hanna...you're a mess."

"Yes sir, this morning was...hectic."

"You know that doesn't meet the dress code? I'm going to have to spank you. As head of the workplace conduct committee, don't you think you should set an example? Not just the dress, but you aren't wearing any makeup and your hair...well, I don't need to tell you, do I?"

Hanna shook her head, "No sir. You're right." She would have admitted it even without all the new rules she'd made. She did not look professional at all.

"Let's start with the spanking then, shall we?" Brent said. Hanna nodded and bent over a nearby desk so he could hit her. Brent gave her 10 hard and quick slaps to her bum. Not hard enough that she screamed, but hard enough that she'd feel it when she sat down later. After that was done he addressed the rest of her appearance, "What to do huh, if you were anyone else I'd say we just send you home without pay, but you are a partner, even if you are a woman. You can't work like that, it's just too unprofessional..."

"I have an idea sir," Of all people it was Sharon who came to her rescues, "I have my makeup kit with me, and there's a hair dryer in the women's washroom. I'll take her and clean her up a bit."

"Excellent idea Sharon, Hanna you'd better follow her instructions."

"Yes sir..." Hanna said, looking at Sharon suspiciously.

To her surprise, Sharon really did help her. Sure she was pretty rough with the hair brush and she did her makeup a little slutty, but when Sharon was done she did look a lot more professional. Her dress was still a bit casual, and far too long, but she'd need to wait to deal with that.

Her appearance settled, she went to go see Julia, or rather Tits. She was in her cubicle and it only took a second for Hanna to confirm that her new syndrome had come in full force. Her tits might've been even bigger than Hanna's, and the lack of bra was evident. Now Julia would have to go through the same humiliating procedure to get one that Hanna had to. Not that Hanna was currently wearing a bra either.

"Morning Tits!" Hanna said cheerily.

Julia turned and smiled weakly, "Hi. Um. My boobs grew, as you can see."

"I certainly can. Maybe we can go shopping later, it's difficult for us busty women, but I can show you the ropes. Oh, did your bank cancel things yet?"

She shook her head, "They don't know yet. I guess I'd better inform them of my condition...don't want to be sued for fraud of anything."

"That's a good call. If you need help finding a female loan guarantor, well, I signed a contract last night."

Julia cringed, "How bad was it?"

"Well my mortgage payments quadrupled, I'm getting a tattoo, I have to call him Master, he's currently modifying my condo in rather unpleasant ways and he's free to use my sexually any time he likes, among other things. But it could be worse."

"It could?" Julia asked uncertainly.

"It could." Hanna insisted. Then she smiled, "And how did it go with Ned?"

"Ugh, it was awful. I still can't believe I put his...his thing...in my mouth. He was so aggressive about it too. I can't believe I have to do that every day...but...but you were right. The taste? If I could just close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else...it was the best thing I've ever tasted. It almost made it worth it."

Hanna grinned, "You should try to find some old geezer next then. You might be gay, but Ned is far more palatable than a stinky overweight senior, right? Just imagine how good that would be."

"Noooo thanks!" Julia said, "That was bad enough."

Hanna just laughed, "Well I need to get to work. We can go shopping at lunch, obviously I need a new outfit." She didn't have her credit cards, but her new rule meant she'd be able to get away with something, for some yet unknown price. She went to her office, getting spanked a few more times on the way, and got to work. She was so busy that time just flew by, she didn't even notice it was after noon until Julia came to go for lunch. She saved the document she was working on and left the building with her.

Of course she was also too busy to add a new rule, so the rulebook did it for her.