Meanwhile... A Clumsy Catastrophe

Audrey Summers

Fuck, fuck, shit, fucking goddammit! I am SO late! I can't believe I somehow managed to knock my alarm clock off the nightstand while I was asleep. Who the hell does that?!

"Okay, Audrey..." I say out loud to myself. "Calm down... You know how you get when you let stuff like this get to you. Keep it in..."

Luckily, Carmen loves me, so maybe she won't even care if I come to work late. Although, if there's one thing she loves more than me, it's money. I mean, the only reason I'm her favorite is because I bring in the most money. It's possible that even I can't avoid a lecture after being this late. She doesn't tolerate when certain people come in a minute after the office opens, let alone an hour. But I should still be able to make up the difference. I'll just flash a little more leg, giggle a little more frequently, all that jazz. They'll all be eating out of my hand in no time. No sweat.

However, in order to do any of that, I still need to actually make it to work. I frantically dash around my house, scooping up all of my belongings and bolting for the door. There isn't enough time for a full breakfast, so I just make a piece of toast, cover that bad boy in jam and head out. As I run across the front yard towards my car, my toast hangs out of my mouth as I hold it between my teeth. I'll get a chance to eat on the drive over, but for now, I'm just focused on moving as fast I can.

All of a sudden, something strange happen. For a split second, it feels like I lose control of my feet. Or at least they briefly don't respond exactly how I want them to. It only lasts for the briefest of moments, but that's all it takes more my right foot to kick the pavement at a weird angle, causing my to stumble forward. I try my best to catch myself, but that only makes things worse, and before I know it, I lose my balance and run directly into a nearby telephone pole. As my face hits the giant wooden beam, the piece of bread in my mouth folds up onto me jam-side-up, covering me in the sticky paste.

Ow...

Today is not my day. I don't know what it is, but I just can't seem to do anything right. Between this and the alarm thing... and don't even get me started on how I ended up with a pair of used panties on my head while I was in the bathroom earlier. I still have no idea how that one happened. Normally, I'm pretty light on my feet. You don't attract as many lustful eyes as I do by falling on your face all the time. I've spent so much time perfecting every little movement I make to ensure I always look graceful and elegant. And hot, of course. So what happened?

It's almost like I don't feel quite as comfortable in my own body today. As if it seems more... unwieldy all of a sudden. But that's impossible, right? I stand up and wipe the strawberry pulp out of my eyes before looking down at my hands. They look normal, and yet, they don't feel right. I could have sworn that when I went to bed yesterday, they were... what's the word? Daintier? Less rigid? I can't really describe it. But that doesn't make any sense. My hands have always been on the smaller, softer side.

Actually, now that I think about it, I feel like I was just more energized in general yesterday. I can't pinpoint when exactly it happened or what caused it though. I definitely don't remember anything unusual happening yesterday. Whatever. I don't have time to think about that right now. I need to get to the office before things get any worse.

I'd love the opportunity to wash my face off, but I can't really afford to do that either, so instead I hop into my car, clean myself up as best I can with a napkin I found in the glove compartment, and drive off. Wanting to get there as quickly as possible, I try to take as many opportunities as I can find to make the trip over as short as possible. That does mean pushing the speed limit a bit and cutting it pretty close on a few stop lights, but hey, what are they gonna do? Pull me over? Yeah right.

Although... maybe that would give me a better excuse for why I got to work late... Nah, not worth the hassle. Typically, I have no issue bending the rules a little if I can make my life a little easier, but for some reason, it's not sitting well with me today. Every time I make a... questionable decision, I momentarily pause and wonder if I really should have done that. I mean, was cutting that guy off a block ago really the right thing to do?

Ugh, what am I talking about? Who gives a shit? It's probably just my nerves from all the accidents I've been having this morning. Speaking of which, I manage to the Iso Insurance building in record time with no more mishaps to speak of. Thank god for that. You know, if I can drive here that quickly, maybe I should start sleeping in a little more. Granted, not an hour more, but I do need my beauty rest. An idea for another day perhaps.

As I approach the door, I sharply inhale and attempt to get myself together. It's one thing to do something embarrassing when you're alone in your own home, but this is work. I have an image to uphold here.

*WHAM!*

I feel my body suddenly stop as my entire body slams into the entrance of the building. I wobble backwards in a daze before looking at the glass door in confusion.

...

Oh.

Shit. It's a pull. How did I forget that?

I yank the door open and pray that nobody saw that. To my dismay, the receptionist is staring at me as I walk in. I do my best to save face, but at this point, I feel like a mess. I don't think I've felt this unsure of myself since, I don't know, maybe middle school? What a terrible feeling. How do regular people live like this? No one else seems to catch my concern, as they simply do their typical routine of trying to leer at me without me noticing. As if any of them are that slick...

Heading to the elevator, I decide to go upstairs and try to find something simple to do. Hopefully, that will help me get my head back in the game. Once I step off the elevator, I start to make my way down the hall, only for my feet to betray me again, causing me to trip for the second time in the span of, like, a half hour. With no telephone pole to catch me, this time I end up falling to the floor, which results in me face-down, ass-up, which I'm sure is a position plenty of people would pay a lot of money for me to intentionally get into.

Are you kidding me? This better not be the start of a trend.

"Well, would you look at that? I was hoping you would end up falling for me," I hear voice say above me followed by a soft laugh.

My face goes red as I realize someone saw what just happened. I quickly look up to see that new girl who's acting as Kyle's personal assistant. Instantly, I feel my worry die down a bit. For some reason, I'm not quite as bothered by her seeing me like this compared to someone else. Maybe that's because I only just met her. I'm not sure. Now... what was her name again...?

"It's, uh... Luck, right?" I ask.

"That's me! Lady of the hour, every hour!" She chuckles. "But seriously, you okay? That was quite the tumble you took."

Luck bends over slightly and reaches out a hand to help me up. As she leans, I get a clear view of the deep cleavage shown by her revealing top. God, this girl has some giant tits. Do guys like women with boobs that big? Either way, Luck certainly is a looker. Not as sexy as me, obviously, but definitely easy on the eyes.

"Thanks," I say, taking her hand so she can pull me up. "I have no clue what's wrong with me today. I'm not usually this much of a klutz. Perhaps I'm just having a bit of bad... luck," I joke in a flirty tone, causing the busty woman to let out another laugh.

"This is why I like you, Audrey! You're not afraid to enjoy yourself a little. Kyle would probably do everything in his power to avoid making a pun like that." She's right about that. Kyle is a tough nut to crack, which makes him an especially annoying assistant. It always feels like it takes extra effort to get him to do what I want, which I can't stand. "Anyway, I can assure you that you're not having bad luck."

"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask her.

"Well, aside from the obvious joke I could make about me always being good, I mean chance has nothing to do with it. My guess is that you're having trouble readjusting to your normal body again after what happened yesterday. But don't worry, I can help push you in the right direction," Luck explains.

What? How did she know all of that? Does this random woman I just met a day ago know something about why I've been feeling so weird today? There's no way. I can't even understand it myself.

"You seem confused," Luck continues before I say anything. "But that's okay. I just need to make a few more adjustments. You'll probably still have some issues with your original body, but hopefully I can make it easier for you to figure out what you need to do to fix it in the future."

"You're not making sense, Luck. Is this supposed to be some kind of roleplay thing? You know I'm down for a little bit of playful fun, but you have to at least give me a little bit of context first," I reply.

"I'd explain it to you, but you won't remember most of this conversation anyway, so there's really no point. Alright, it's naptime," Luck tells me in a singsong-y tone. Now I'm even more confused. What does she mean I won't remember? I'm about to ask something, but before I can, Luck reaches her index finger out towards my forehead. "Boop."

Unsure of what's going on, I try to back away, but Luck quickly pokes my forehead and-

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Huh? What was I just saying? My eyes flutter a bit as I try to recall what I was just doing. I look in front of me and notice a soft, pink pussy right next to my face. Looking up, I see Luck sitting on a desk with her legs spread. I then realize that I'm on my knees directly between her legs, close enough to clearly detect the scent of arousal coming from her wet cunt.

Oh, that's right. Luck and I were having another one of our girl talks. I really do like chatting with her. She's just so easy to listen to. Although, I'm having trouble remembering what we were just talking about, but I'm sure it was something interesting. You know, the two of us would probably make a great team. The blonde with the perfect bubble butt and the brunette with the biggest tits around. Maybe I should try to steal her away from Kyle. But anyway, none of that tells me what I really want to know...

"Uh... Luck?" I ask, looking up at her from my kneeling position. For some reason, I don't really feel any need to move away from her pussy despite it being inches away from my face.

"Yeah, Audrey?" Luck responds with a smile.

"Can you remind me what we were just doing? Why am I on my knees right now?"

"Oh, that's easy: you were going to eat me out real quick," Luck informs me.

"I was?"

"Yep. I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? We have so much chemistry, we were bond to find ourselves in this situation eventually."

"R... right. Yeah... yeah, that does make sense," I agree, her words sounding more and more correct the longer I let them bounce around in my head.

I always thought Luck would look much better between my legs, but I guess now that I'm down here, there is something that feels right about it.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Luck prompts me.

I give a small nod before leaning in and giving her pussy a gentle lick. I honestly don't know all that much about eating pussy. Generally, I'm usually on the receiving end of oral sex, but I figure if I just do what I like on her, it should be fine. And that seems to be accurate, as Luck lets out a squeal of pleasure as my tongue circles around her clit.

After a bit of teasing, I push my face into her snatch, lapping up her juices like a greedy dog. As I do, I feel a desire start to build up inside of me. The more I work at her tender pussy, the more mine seems to heat up. It almost feels as if she's transmitting her arousal to me somehow. Obviously that's ridiculous, but I don't really know how else to describe it. One thing I do know, however, is that the more I lick, the hotter I get, which in turn makes me want to lick even more.

I continue to taste my friend's cunt with reckless abandon, trying my best to bring her to orgasm. Thankfully, Luck doesn't seem all that interested in holding back or making me work for it, instead allowing herself to climax relatively quickly. As she does, she squirts directly into my mouth, which catches me off guard. I've never had an orgasm nearly as violent as the one she's having right now, so I wasn't prepared to get a mouthful of girl cum. Still, it doesn't taste all that bad, which is good, because I'm pretty sure I ended up swallowing a decent bit of it before having to cough up the rest.

"And Kyle said making a move on you would cause trouble..." Luck whispers to herself, a big grin still on her face. "One of these days, he'll finally realize who he's talking to."

I'm not really sure what that means, but hearing Kyle's name only causes the heat between my legs to increase. Man, am I horny now. Was I this horny earlier? My memory is kind of fuzzy. But one thing's for sure: I really need to find a good way to get off.