Nikki's Presentation

Veronica had a quick elevator ride to Mr. Peterson's office. She was thankful to have the car to herself this time and could concentrate on her upcoming talking points. David Peterson was a good friend of hers, though he could be a bit of a pig, and she worried her new 'accessories' would be a major distraction. As she thought back on her slides, her memory was brought back to her peculiar actions at lunch and on her computer, and she felt a blush start creeping to her cheeks as the doors dinged open to Mr. Peterson's floor. His secretary was a blonde women with a build similar to what Veronica was currently sporting, though the blonde's procedures far outnumbered her own. She waved cheerily when she saw her approach, and Nikki made her wave back just as cheerily, though Veronica kept her stern demeanor. "Good afternoon, Rosie." She stated curtly, seeing the clock read 2:58. "Is David ready for me?"

"Yes, Veronica. So nice you see you, by the way. You look great! Hope everyone in there can focus on the right presentation." Rosie smiled knowingly as she talked about Veronica's new boobs. She cringed and she muttered a thank you to the secretary and started toward the office door. She paused at the handle as she processed what the blonde had said. 'Hope everyone in there'...'everyone'? She turned back to the front desk.

"Who else is here besides David?" She panicked.

"Oh, don't worry. It's a good thing." Rosie dismissed any concerns with a wave of her acrylic-tipped hand. "See, Mr. Peterson had a meeting on the golf course with some other executives from this floor. He was giving them glowing reviews of you, for obvious reasons, and they requested to sit in on your meeting with him. You've got a real chance to impress some important people here." Rosie looked as happy for Veronica as Veronica felt distressed. Her first impression to these important execs would be as a stripper version of an accountant who may actually find herself stripping at this rate. Nikki was ecstatic to hear she would have a larger audience, and Veronica could feel her nipples stiffening against thin fabric. The slutty body would have to be careful about not getting Veronica fired as commanded. She marched Veronica into the adjacent office where three people were waiting. Center, obviously, is David Peterson in the middle of a seemingly hilarious anecdote, a tumbler of brown liquor in his hand. In plush, leather seats facing David's desk were the two unknown executives: a large man in gray pinstripes spilling around the arms of his chair and a narrow woman with a small, red bun on the back of her head. They followed David's gobsmacked gaze over their shoulders to Veronica's eyes and then immediately to her chest. Nikki clasped her hands behind her back and extended her arms straight down in order to jut Veronica's jiggling orbs forward. She blushed at the act before approaching the trio.

"Good afternoon, Ms. McKenzie. So great to see you!" Mr. Peterson was the first of the three gawkers to find his tongue, though the other two quickly refocused. "This is Reggie Gundleman and Suzanne Thwimp." Each seated person nodded at their introduction. Reggie was a large man, his head a mess of hair everywhere except on top. The woman's face was as narrow as her figure, with thin lips and arched eyebrows, giving her a very angular appearance. "I've been telling them about your huge... accomplishments, and they insisted on meeting you." He reached for a small remote, pressing the button to make a projector screen slowly lower from the ceiling. He tossed the remote to Veronica, who fumbled it briefly as she prepared for the worst. "Blow us away." Nikki enjoyed the turn of phrase, but Veronica feared the way her mouth watered.

She quickly typed on a nearby laptop to pull up her presentation before positioning herself next to the screen. Her audience became faceless silhouettes as the projector light shined her direction. She thought back to the performing girls she found herself watching on her computer, and Nikki gave her excited butterflies for her big performance. Veronica smiled nervously, and steeled herself to get through this presentation with no issues. She progressed off the title slide and started. As Veronica began her speech, Nikki began her sabotage.

If the buxom accountant had been paying more attention to her final read through of her slides, she may have noticed her traitorous fingers adding some colorful phrases to her bullet points and replacing her stock photos with more stimulating material. Veronica was so prepared with her original script that she didn't notice the generic handshake photo on the first slide was replaced with a woman hanging from a pole, her legs spread eagle for the camera. Veronica felt like her brief intro went off without a hitch, not being able to see her audience's gawking expressions. As she headed to the next slide she glanced at the chart she assumed was there, only to be met with another woman with one knee hooked tightly around a pole while she bent backwards for generous tips. Veronica froze as she realized what shit she's in, but she tries to recover. "I'm so sorry about this, obviously, those are not appropriate pictures. I have no idea how they got there." She offered a pointless apology, and soldiered on with Nikki ready to modify the script. "I assure you my facts and figures are all accurate. ~And all natural~." Veronica balked at her extra sentence dripping with innuendo, but Nikki wasn't letting her stop. Veronica felt a heavy numbness spread through her; Nikki was in the driver's seat, and she compelled Veronica to continue her presentation, including her flavorful additions.

"As you can see, my department has experience some major growth this quarter." At the mention of growth, Nikki stuck out her inflated chest for the audience to examine. Veronica flushed as every muscle tried to run, but her audience noticed nothing amiss as she continued. "I've been very hands on with my staff as I made sure they produced the biggest loads they could." Nikki licked Veronica's quivering lips as one hand mimed lewd strokes toward her mouth. "WORK loads, that is." Veronica added quickly to cover. The next slide showed a bar graph of increasing values, but Nikki made the bars appear veiny and thick, like the progression of a growing cock. "Our customers are very satisfied with our hard work and long hours of dedication. I've made sure to be available day and night for our lovely clients." Her voice faltered between nervous and erotic with each interruption by Nikki. "No matter how worn out a client leaves me, I'm always ready for more." Veronica gasped in shock at this bold entendre, and she quickly flipped to the final slide. "You can expect similar performances from me in the coming quarter, and cumming as much as possible." Nikki ended as the screen was filled with images of various pole dancing women.

The projector dimmed, and the lights came back up on the shocked audience before her. "Any questions?" Nikki asked.