Nikki's First Day

AN: This sub branch is going to always be the adventures of Nikki and Veronica when Peter is not present. at points where the perspectives collide again, there will be a link to the main branch as well as a chapter leading directly to the next instance of the duo, for those who only want the secondary personality chapters of the branch.

Veronica got in her car and started to her office downtown, feeling flustered by her strange morning. She had woken up a panting mess after a night of sexy dreams, and as she bustled through her typical routine, her body felt tingly, like it was just on the edge of falling asleep. Her usual work attire now looked like a sexed up Halloween version of a professional woman, at least from the waist up. She knew she'd have to command her team much more strictly if they were going to take her seriously with her new look. The way she had said goodbye to her boyfriend didn't make her feel like the go getter business woman she needed to be. She had moved like a mincing little tart and jammed her tongue down his throat completely unprompted, and she couldn't prevent her hand from smashing his head into her new chest. Feeling him squirm around between her jugs had flushed her body with arousal she'd never experienced just from her tits being touched. Her nipples felt electrified against the rough fabric of her straining bra. As soon as she could pull away, she had run out the door before her flustered body could act any sluttier.

Veronica knew her drive would calm her down. It usually gave her time to think over the project she'd be resuming at the office, and she could play some relaxing jazz or NPR. She reached for the dial, awakening the previous station that had been playing. Peter used her car last, so it was playing some bubbly Asian pop music. She rolled her eyes, picturing the cutesy girl group singing this song, and reached for the dial to cycle to her preferred music. As the frequency approached her desired wavelength, she felt her wrist freeze, stopping the dial on a bassy Club station. She groaned at the synth beats pounding through the speakers, remembering the way her body moved to this kind of music last night for Peter. As she attempted to continue tuning the radio, she found her fingers instead gliding over to the volume dial cranking the noisy rhythms up to obnoxious levels. Her rogue hands now wouldn't go near the radio, instead tapping a long nail on the steering wheel to the beat. She felt her whole body rocking and swaying in her seat; anyone who watched her would think she was enjoying her station choice, though her face still showed anger as the new weight on her chest was tossed to the rhythm eagerly. Veronica clutched her thighs tightly as a pleasant tingle grew between them. She would be mortified if anyone saw her acting like this.

She was only a few blocks from her office when she got caught at a long traffic light. Another annoying song was just beginning to fill the car: a bouncing, fast paced, drum and bass tune that prompt her body to bounce along with it. She blushed furiously as she heated up again, a slight sheen of sweat forming from her **** workout. As the beat picked up, she turned to see a truck pull along side her at the red light. She immediately looked away before she could make eye contact with the young man in the truck's passenger seat. She sneaked a glance and a saw his excited grin at the dancing lady next to him. In his more elevated ride, he could see straight down her opened top and watch her luscious titties bounce to the beats vibrating her car windows. He wished he could see her sexy face. Veronica, however, prayed for the song to end or the light to change. Instead she felt her hand reach to her car door and lower her window, releasing her loud music to the busy intersection. She felt even more eyes turn to see her dance, and she looked in shock at the gawker in the truck. The minor heat stirring in her loins grew hotter as she felt more eyes stare at her, her nipples were suddenly rock hard against their tiny prison. Under the man's leering gaze, Nikki danced more eagerly for everyone, making Veronica gasp in shock.

The light finally changed, and Veronica peeled away from the line as fast as her rogue body would let her, thankful to be able to have a say in important body choices for now. She pulled into her office parking space and took a minute to do one final assessment of her look. Her top was askew on her heaving chest, exposing most of her bra's cups and a tease of dark areolas. She adjusted herself as best she could, not satisfied with her decency, but at least it looked intentional now. Her professional, knee length skirt had ridden up her juicy thighs and she could feel moisture dampening her panties. She straightened her skirt as she exited the car, catching shocked glances from coworkers heading into the building. Nikki took this opportunity to show off Veronica some more, as she **** her to bend at the waist to reach to the passenger seat her briefcase. Veronica felt her toned ass press against the tightened fabric as her hips popped and sway behind her. She was shocked at her own flexibility, noting how her ass was currently at a higher elevation than her head. Her hamstrings felt hot and tight as her body slowly grabbed her belongings, before finally letting Veronica straighten her back. She kept her head down as she hurried into the building, trying to ignore the unfamiliar crisscrossing steps she was taking.