Terribly and Wonderfully

Next the roll came to Hard Time and of course she was bound to fail when competing against four other women who were so amazing as she rolled a one. Sure it was just a random game but being at the rear amongst so many wonderful women just made sense and she couldn’t wait for Night Knight to pass her as was appropriate as far as she was concerned. And since all four of the others were still in the game, Hard Time wasn’t about to drop out and she chose to continue before the poem even popped up.

BLUE: STYLE

Slowly into the world of heroics you wade,

Your humble origins and bloodline, proudly displayed.

But a hardhat’s independence is a total charade,

As thanks to this game, your future is made.

After another unnoticed flash of light, Hard Time’s superhero costume had been completely replaced with something that was a bit more fitting of her growing desires to serve and to do as she was told. And with women as perfect as the other four about, while at first she was surprised by the clothes she now wore it wasn't love before she considered them completely appropriate. A costume more reminiscent of a maid allowed her both to show her hardworking, humble roots and to let the world know that she considered herself to be a faithful servant.

After her outfit changed, the familiar half-way and unsure thoughts washed through all the women except High Tech who remained more aware of the degree to which they were being adjusted. She welcomed it all though and just grabbed the die and moved her 2 squares onto the yellow where that put her and agreeing to continue without even looking at the poem. She was too busy staring at Hard Time’s new outfit just as lustily as Blaze. The latter was able to remain silent as she enjoyed the view but with her love of power and domination, High Tech was unable to remain quiet with such a titillating servant standing before her. Unable to hold back and louder than she intended, she let the words, “Holy fuck that’s hot,” escape her lips as the game adjusted High Tech’s face.

Barely anybody noticed her longer hair, what just about everybody began to focus on was Hard Time. When she heard High Tech compliment her appearance and new outfit, she found herself blushing and wanting to serve her. Not only was she a little bit older with more experience giving her a slight bit of seniority, but she was also a successful and powerful businesswoman. Which made her an authority figure even outside of Hard Time's fantasies and further encouraged Hard Time to earn her approval. With a slight stutter born of apprehension, she looked at High Tech and asked if she would like a closer look. High Tech simply turned her chair to the side and felt her domination desires beginning to get the better of her. She waved an arm a little bit and pointed to the floor in front of where she was sitting before telling Hard Time to come on over and dance a little bit and to shake that cute ass of hers.

As Hard Time walked around to where High Tech was waiting, and nobody quite sure where it came from, some soft and sensual music began to play throughout the warehouse. As Hard Time did her best to put on a show that would make High Tech happy, and though she wasn't particularly graceful, Time did her best effort to put forth a performance that the older would would approve of. Foxtrot remained the only other woman that wasn’t enthralled by the show in front of them but she did seem to be watching it since there was little else to do. The maid outfit made Night Knight’s dick rock hard as she tried to figure out if it would be more fun to be the one in control and making the woman dance, or pushing her aside to become the one dancing at someone else's behest. Blaze was just loving the sight of sexy women together as High Tech watched and took a drag off of her joint. After about two minutes of silently watching and enjoying the maid’s show, High Tech just shook her head. “Fuck, if only you were willing. You have no idea the things I would do to you.”

Hearing that all Hard Time could do was think that she was serving well and possibly winning the woman’s approval. Which meant that this was no time to stop.

“W-what would do?”

High Tech looked up from where she was sitting, “Right now I just want to taste that pussy of yours so bad, you have no idea. I want to make you moan and squirm and make you cum repeatedly until you know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can. So that you'll beg, plead, and do anything I ask for even the barest chance of a repeat performance.”

Hearing that, Hard Time took a couple of deep breaths before lifting up her skirt and letting High Tech get a perfect view of her red panties. "If you really want, I mean I'm not into women, but if you are and want to, I would be happy to let you have your way with it."

High Tech didn't need to be told twice. She leaned forward in her chair and slowly pulled Hard Time's underwear down to her knees and got a closer look at the woman's slit. She didn't go straight for it though, instead reaching around Time's body to grab an ass cheek with each hand. She sighed as she alternated between softly caressing and squeezing the flesh beneath her, enjoying the show immensely. "You are absolutely magnificent you know? How is that something can be this hard and this soft at the same time?"

As High Tech continued groping she did her best to make sure Blaze was still paying attention to them and she was. In fact she was doing more than just looking. It made sense that Blaze could use her super speed to strip without anyone noticing, especially with most eyes on her and Hard Time. But of course with two gorgeous women acting like this, the pervert was doing the kind of things perverts do when hot chicks fool around in front of them which Tech thought was perfect. Night wasn't the pervert that Blaze was, but she had a crush on all three of them so between the impending oral sex show and the other woman jilling to their performance, hopefully everyone else was too distracted to watch the clock. Foxtrot was the only one she needed to worry about and even though she wasn't under any mental influence, she seemed almost as enraptured by the show.

High Tech slowly moved one of her hands around Hard Time's leg and let a finger lightly trace it's way up the moistening quim in front of her, teasing and tickling the outer most edges. She looked away from the pussy, staring up into Hard Time's eyes with a malicious glint. With a finger right beneath the lips, High Tech commanded, "Beg me for it."

"P-p-please mistress, I know I am not good enough and I don't deserve even your attention, but your amazing touch has made me horny. My pussy craves more of you and if you enjoy the way it tastes, I will let you have it any time you want! If you want something from me, I'll give it to you. If you want me to do something, I'll do anything. Please, take it."

High Tech continued to look up with her face evil smile as she decided to tease her a little bit more. "But I thought you weren't really into girls. Maybe I should be insulted. If I turn you on so much, maybe it's because I am not feminine enough. Maybe from the right angle you just think I look like a man?"

Hard Time looked legitimately worried that she might have offended High Tech and was about to swear up and down that wasn't what was going on. That High Tech was an amazing, beautiful, wonderful, feminine woman. She was just so powerful, commanding, and perfect that she didn't care what sex or gender she was. But she didn't get the chance because High Tech interrupted.

"... and that should do it." She reached down to pull up Hard Time's panties and slid them back into place in front of her vagina. "Thanks Hardy, couldn't have done that without you."

Everyone except Night Knight was confused, Knight was able to sense that High Tech had some sort of subterfuge in her mind and upon looking at the board and the state of Blaze, it became obvious immediately. Her token had moved forward one square and a new poem was beginning to appear on the board. High Tech just wanted to distract the pervert while the clock ran out so everyone else, herself especially could catch up a little.