Klaus is back

He heard the front door open, and turned towards it in panic. Shit. Judy said Klaus would be back in an hour. There was nowhere to hide.

It opened, and in stepped Klaus, raising his gaze to meet Sam's. He looked at him quizzically. "Judy? Didn't you go out with Ivan?"

Judy. Right, he looked like Judy. Even after all the effort of dressing as her he managed to forget that. He had to think quick, he couldn't make Klaus suspicious.

"I dropped him off so he can prepare." It was hard from keeping Judy's high voice from shaking. Klaus still looked at him suspiciously.

"And the masks?"

"With him."

"Good." He answered, removing his coat and stepping towards him. Sam held himself tight, both for his stress and since that felt fitting for the woman. Gregory Klaus hanged his coat, and continued past 'Judy'.

"I have a meeting tomorrow at 9, might need you to fill in for me."

He opened the cabinet and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He looked towards his assistant, and before she could shake her head, he took out two whiskey glasses, pouring one for each. Klaus seemed more at ease, but Sam still didn't feel safe. He knew he needed to do something to lower his suspicion. Then it came to him, something he recalled the real Judy talking about.

"Um, sir?" He asked, pretending to recall something. "I'm not sure I can, I have to get Ivan to the orientation tomorrow." His heart was beating like crazy behind his new breasts. It certainly didn't help his stress how much shorter his new form was than his boss.

"Right." He nodded, taking another sip. 'Judy' did the same. "When you pick him up then, tell Ivan I need him to get this on quickly. We need as many new recruits as we can get before the launch."

The journalist under the assistant's skin was eager to pry deeper into all of this juicy intel, but he knew he couldn't risk it. He just answered with a "yes sir" instead.

Klaus leaned against the counter, taking one last long sip and setting his glass down. "Which suit are you gonna use for her mother?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. Luckily Klaus answered himself. "Wear Bethany," he said decidively. "The one from Microsoft. After you dropped off your daughter, go pry around their regional office, try to gather what they know about the launch."

Sam nodded, trying to make any sense of what he was saying, while also doing his best to hide that fact. The boss pushed himself off the counter and started removing his tie.

"By the way, the new recruit, the one Ivan got to replace him, you said he's good with numbers right? What was his name?"

This time Sam knew the answer. "Kyle."

"Right." He snapped his fingers, walking past Sam again to the sofa, and starting to remove his shoes.

"Kyle. Good. Well, since Ivan got our man in the tax department fired, we're gonna need Kyle to take over. Obviously we can't use the same face, but we can't allow ourselves to be blind on that front after his fuck up."

Sam realized the man wasn't just removing his suit, he was completely undressing. Before he knew it, he was in his underwear.

"I'll pull some strings and get him into there as a new employee. A girl, a cute one to lower their guard. One of our scholarship recipients. I'll let you pick which, just make sure he gets it today." He got up from the sofa and stretched.

"Now, if you don't mind, I've had a long day, I want to take my mind off work and get some free **** into it instead." He chuckled heartedly.

The underwear-clad billionaire stepped towards the wall, and Sam held his breath. Did he leave everything in order? He typed the code and the hidden door opened. He stepped inside, straight towards the wall of faces.

Sam bit his plump stolen lip nervously, praying to whatever God could hear him. If Klaus notices the Judy mask was gone from its place, it was over. Luckily, he didn't even seem to care to look its way. Instead, his attention was focused on a row on the other end, filled with young faces. His eyes seemed to go back and forth between a group of guys and a group of girls.

"Hmm... Should I go male or... Ahh, who am I kidding?" He chuckled. He took off one of the faces off the rack, a sexy black girl. He put it on, and let out a gasp, which quickly turned to a moan. The billionaire, towering above you just a moment ago was engulfed in a layer of reflective specs that quickly seemed to change in shape. A mere few seconds later, he was gone, and in his place stood a curvaceous ebony goddess almost as short as Judy.

Her hands twirled, playing with her wavy oily hair, moving down to caress her enchanting body. She moaned delightfully with an angel's voice.

"Mmmhm... This one's amazing. I don't think I've tried her before. Remind me to cancel my morning meeting, I don't think I'll be returning home tonight."

The woman didn't seem to have any care in the world, squeezing her two breasts together. "Let's see, I'm... June." She read the name plate. "Not that it matters. I'll have to add her to my favorites though."

The woman stopped her alluring dance and raised her gaze to your frozen one. Her face turned curious, and she leaned on her hip. "What's with the look?" She asked charismatically, so much that Sam was almost propelled to tell her the truth. Once again Klaus answered his own question.

"Oh, I get it. You want to join?" She giggled, which seemed so normal for how she looked, but was very strange knowing who was under that skin. "Don't worry, I could use a clubbing partner." she winked. Sam felt his heart sunk. If he still had a dick it would be tearing through his skirt, but his moistness seemed to be living up to it. Something about this June seemed almost hypnotizing.