Chapter 56 – Time with Trixie, morning with Mal

While I enjoy being away from the office, having to return to work just looms in the distance as I continue to heal. The Independence Day weekend was the final test for me. I figured that if I could go full bore for the full weekend and not have to bail early or feel like I was run over by a freight train on Monday, I’d be able to return to work the following week.

Friday night a big group of us from the office all went down to Grant Park for the music festival. I made sure Trixie and Grace stayed by my side as everybody seemed to want a piece of my time. Most were at least partially kindhearted, telling me I’ve been missed and asking how my recovery has been. Some though were more overtly sexist, asking me to do a spin for them, or overtly asking me to pull my dress down so they could see my new ‘Honkers’. While the full extent of the procedures I’d gone through hadn’t been made public, we all knew the work on my face would be noticed so Mal let it ‘slip’ to the office that I had an underlying surgery done and that as long as I was under, had a face lift and breast augmentation. Much like most of my lies, it was close enough to the truth that it rolled off the tongue.

The night was fun even as I avoided drinking because of the pain medicine. Saturday, I didn’t take any of the pain meds as I wanted to be completely off the opiates before I got back to the office. Trixie graciously told her boyfriend that she was occupied that whole weekend and we spent the day together. I was surprised when she wanted to go to the Art Institute but we both had a lot of fun there just marveling over the amazing paintings, sculptures, and photographs. After a light dinner, we went down to the Navy Pier to watch the fireworks. I spent that night in Trixie’s bed with her fawning over my new body. She got me to orgasm once just from my breasts and once by playing with my pussy. Remembering the last time I let her go without an orgasm herself, I made sure she was fully satisfied before we fell asleep.

Sunday was all about shopping. Per Trixie, Mal was very excited about me coming back to the office and offered up his credit card for a full shopping trip on him. I’d been mentally preparing for this for over a week, but it was still quite an event shopping for clothes that showed off my body this way. With the faja, I was so limited as to what I could wear. No showing off my belly, no showing off my cleavage, no showing off my back, no showing off my shoulders. Now, everything was open and ready to be put on display and Trixie went wild with it. Yes, I ended up with a few new blouses that had lower necklines to show off the girls at my desk, but most of the clothing we bought was for casual wear or going out. Dresses, blouses, crop tops, corsets, and almost a thousand dollars of new lingerie. I probably would have baulked at all the new sexy underwear but Trixie’s demure smile and promise of letting me show them off for her was enough to get me back in the mood.

Mal’s credit card got two additional purchases that didn’t exactly go with the ‘new clothes for a new body’ purpose. The first was from the shoe store. I let Trixie drive the wagon here and ended up with four new pair of heels that all could be worn at the office and one pair of boots that most definitely couldn’t. Thigh high, PVC, hot pink boots with five inch stiletto heels. They matched the hot pink dress we got earlier and when worn together with the dress’ short skirt, showed off a four inch area of bare thigh. Trixie ended up with a matching dress and boots in electric blue.

The other item on the credit card which I’m sure Mal won’t mind was an afternoon at Lovely Locks. At that point I was already tipsy on the wine from shopping, so I let Katrina do what she wanted. My hair was recolored, shifting it closer to blonde and further away from strawberry, and trimmed. The only thing I might have protested in retrospect were my eyebrows. I was still worried that one of the salons was going to trim my eyebrows down to that thin line that Grace seemed to like so much. If I hadn’t said anything they likely would have gone to that ****, but as is my eyebrows were now trimmed and distinctly feminine looking. They were thin enough that I’d have to add some detailing with an eyebrow pencil from now on.

When we ended up at Trixie’s that night I thought we’d bed down fairly early as she had to get to work in the morning but we spent hours trying on all of our new lingerie and clothes for each other. Eventually, dressed down to only a thong and my new sexy boots, Trixie had me kneeling next to her floor length mirror with my hands cuffed behind my back. We played the fruit game again, this time with me able to see her feeding me each tasty treat on the end of her obscenely long black strap on dildo. As the previous night was mostly about my physical pleasure, I was happy to provide as much pleasure to Trixie as I could. When I found that the strap on was double sided, meaning she’d feel her end slide in and out as pressure was applied to the end going into my mouth, I participated with my blow job with even more gusto. I did everything I’d talked to Trixie about giving head, from humming and moaning with my mouth full, to licking and sucking, to alternating the speed and intensity of my head bobbing up and down on her obscene length.

Six months ago, if you’d told me that I’d practically make myself cum from watching myself give head, I’d have laughed my face off. Right after punching your lights out. But between the flavor of the fruits, the smell of Trixie’s arousal, the memories of playing dress up with her all day, the sounds of my own muffled moans paired with Trixie’s high pitched squeals, and the God Damned sexy reflection of the strawberry blonde with her puffy pouty lips wrapped around the dark colored fake cock, I swear I was squirming around and squeezing my thighs together so hard that I was inducing my own prosthetic to produce it’s lubrication. I was getting wet watching myself give a blow job.

After Trixie grabbed two handfuls of my hair and screamed her orgasm as her dildo slid into my throat, it didn’t take her but a few moments to kneel down in front of me, kiss me, and finger me to my own screaming orgasm. We fell asleep soon thereafter face to face… with Trixie’s face nestled between my breasts.

On Monday the fourteenth I walk into the office. Everybody is happy to see me back and I got hugs and kisses from almost every single person I saw. I’m sure part of that was the new blouse I had on with the large keyhole opening showing off my new cleavage. By the time I got my purse and phone in my desk and Mal’s and my first cup of coffee, I see that he’s already in his office. Stepping right in I offer him a bright smile as I purposefully lean forward more than necessary to set his coffee down and give him a good long look down my blouse, figuring it’s better to give the show now rather than have him order me to show off later.

Mal, after peeling his eyes away from my chest, pushes his chair back and pats his thigh invitingly. Grabbing a steno pad and a fresh pen I smooth my skirt out and take my perch on his lap, suppressing the shiver as I feel his hands find their familiar place on my body. For an hour or so I fall into the rhythm of normalcy. Or at least the normalcy of this office. Mal lets me know the important events that happened while I was gone, where my replacement temp excelled and where she underperformed. He assigned me three tasks that would take most of the week to accomplish but that he’d specifically held back for me as he didn’t trust the temp’s organizing ability. He also asked me to go through his inbox and double check for any missed important emails that needed his attention.

All in all, that took about an hour and while I don’t know if I’ll ever be ‘comfortable’ sitting in Mal’s lap, I had lost all of my ‘first day back’ jitters and was looking forward to losing myself in the work. I probably should have left my guard up as I’d have been ready for Mal’s quick change of gears. As he squeezed me and pulled me closer his hand slides further up my thigh until he can draw a finger over my panties and whisper in my ear, “So, should I have you close the door and we have some fun now, or do you want to wait until date night for a full evening of show and tell?”

I close my eyes and try to shiver as little as possible with Mal’s finger drawing right over my new sensitive spot. I knew he’d want me to give him a hand job soon after I started back. I’d hoped for later in the week, though having it today wasn’t unexpected. But now? First thing in the morning? I almost want to take Mal up on his offer of waiting until Wednesday night, but if I don’t give him some relief now, he’ll have me doing that all night Wednesday and being away from the office means he'll get even more kinky with it. No, it’s better to get this over and done with now.

With a little huff I disengage from Mal’s lap and walk over to the door. I have no desire to have the day be dark and difficult, so I **** a playful smile on as I spin the door closed and turn back toward Mal, “There’s no reason to wait until date night!”

I walk with an exaggerated wiggle to my hips toward the couch, watching Mal stand up and grin. After he shrugs out of his jacket and loosens his tie he moves toward me, but instead of sitting down and undoing his pants Mal wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a passionate kiss. By this time Mal has kissed me plenty in his office, but he seems more intense this time. His tongue more active in my mouth, his hands wandering more freely over my body. I again let him have his way as I want the day and week to go smoothly, but I stiffen up when I feel him star lowering my blouse’s zipper under my right arm.

Just as I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, Mal resumes kissing me as he makes his intentions clear. He starts pulling my blouse off exposing my pink frilly push up bra. I try to push away from him but lose my focus when his hand comes up to cup my breast and roughly rub his thumb over my nipple. This time I end up whimpering into Mal’s mouth as the exquisite pleasurable feeling temporarily overwhelms me.

I thought I was ready for Mal’s attentions. Both Grace and Trixie have had a good fun time showing me how my body feels to be touched. I’ve moaned and gasped and even cum under their touches to my breasts, skin, and prosthetic. Together they taught me just how sensitive my own lips now are. So, I thought I was ready since there wasn’t anything new that Mal could do to me. But his presence brought an entirely different energy than Grace or Trixie. Where both Grace and Trixie were focused on making me feel good, Mal seemed focused on feeling and exploring my body for his own pleasure. My pleasure in this was secondary or accidental. His hands gripped stronger, pushed more forcefully, and was rougher in texture than Grace and Trixie’s. His lips were less focused but more intense at the same time and his beard and mustache added a whole new complex sensation to every caress of his lips. All of it combined to send my pleasure skyrocketing out of control, weaking my knees and stealing any ability I had to speak out and request him to stop.

Before I recognized everything that was happening, I was being pulled down to straddle Mal’s lap, my skirt getting pulled up obscenely high allowing his hands to slide up and grip my new round ass while his lips latched on and suckled at my nipple. Not only had he gotten my blouse up and over my head, he’d slipped my bra off leaving me completely topless.

While I feel like I could easily lose myself in this pleasure, just like I lose myself with Grace and Trixie, I shudder at the fact that a man is handling me like this. Truly MANHANDLING me. It reinforces the idea, the fact, that I’m a woman in this situation and that Mal is evidently looking for far more than my hand wrapped around his cock. With my toes curled in my spikey heels, I **** my hands up to Mal’s head and push back with all my might. When his lips separate from my tit with a wet sound and he leans back grinning like a school boy I keep my hands on either side of his face and accept his hands temporarily still gripping and mauling my new butt, “Mal, no. NO… this… what the hell!?”

Mal doesn’t miss a beat, and his grin only widens as he obviously sees me overwhelmed by his attention, “Paris, there’s no need to play anymore. Drop the pretense and lets have fun. You want to be here, you want to experience this, and I’m more than willing to show you around your new body. And trust me, while I’m sure you and your girlfriends have had some fun, you won’t find a better tour guide on your new body than me. I’ll have you screaming my name in a few minutes and begging me for more as soon as you can catch your breath. I dare you, just TRY and lie and tell me that you don’t want THIS!”

Mal emphasizes that last word with a fleshy slap to my ass which forces a high-pitched squeal to escape my throat. And as much as I know this is wrong, as much as I don’t want to be a man’s woman, a man’s plaything, as much as I want to run from this situation and try to save what remains of my former dignity… I’d be lying if I wasn’t intrigued at just what this cocky confident man could do to bring pleasure to my new sensitive curvy body.