Not at First...

Liz panted heavily, her body crying for her to touch it, to please it, to pleasure herself. To have someone else touch it, and please her! Slowly beginning to fondle herself, and feel all over her body the concerns and alarm from last night was forgotten beneath thoughts of enjoying her beautiful impossible body.

As Liz laid back relishing the feel of her body, the thoughts of vampire fangs biting into her thighs, tongues lashing her clit, fingers scratching all over her grew stronger. Repeatedly she brought herself to climax, yet found the release of orgasm evasive to say the least.

After having fingered her ass bud, alongside the three in her pussy for at least the fifth time she relented. She was too exhausted to keep masturbating, looking at the clock she saw it was almost time to leave for work.

Work. Thoughts came to mind of the increasingly less than discreet fraternizations at work. She wondered if she even had to wait for a crowded elevator, her mind finding new excitement at the idea of being pressed between bodies on a crowded bus.

Getting up she eagerly set about her day, wondering just what to wear.

Her clothes felt oversized, glancing at the pile of discarded clothes from the various wardrobe crisis of previous days she fingered herself thinking about someone having planted more revealing clothes in her closet, wanting her to show off more of herself.

She moaned happily as she pulled one spaghetti stringed tank top down over her sensitive breasts. It only reached down to above her navel, and just barely up over her nipples, their turgid points hooked under the top seam of the outfit as it cut across her areolas.

Soon she found an appropriate length skirt, inspired by the one she had seen a secretary wear the day before. Throwing a blazer on over top of the tank top she left home, blending in with the countless other people on her commute to work.

During the commute the normal drowning herself in a book was absent, she was relishing the crowded buses, the bodies pressing against each other. The thoughts of indiscretions in the crowded public masses.

The accidental hand on her breast as someone almost fell over when the a turned sharply. Giving an inviting look for more.

On her final bus she grinned watching two other people from her bus grinding and pawing each other. As the bus swayed around a corner Liz looked down to see a shorter woman bump her face into Liz’s cleavage.

The woman stayed there a moment, nuzzling the breast slightly relishing their warmth, her lips kissed just once across the top of her shirt seam before sheepishly looking up and shying back to her mundane self.

Getting off the bus Liz strutted into the office building with renewed vigor. She felt ever more drawn and joyful to be going to work, questioning going home if the reason to stay late presented itself.

Part of her mind tried to call this out. But she just simply couldn't understand how she hadn't enjoyed going to work so much prior.

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“Okay miss, now I understand your husband has been acting erractically.” Liz leaned forward trying not to sigh in frustration at the panicked woman on the phone.

“Yes, that is a rather perverse thing for him to say.” Liz didn't understand the woman's problem. Apparently he came home last night rabid with sexual desire. She had managed to fight him off and lock him in the bedroom to sleep it off.

But he hadn't. And she needed things from the room for work.

“Okay, according to my computer the officers are now out front . Their names are Judy and Jeff, they're experts with these situations. They are there explicitly to help you. I now need you to go to the door and let them in.” Liz instructed, the woman panicking as he husband started ramming the door.

Liz could hear the woman answer the door and her chaotic pleading to the cops.

Looking next to her Liz noticed that Jasmine had been gone a while, frowning her attention was called back to the phone as a new voice addressed her.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Yes, hey, ummm… This is Liz, operator 216 at the city dispatch.”

Running through the situation with Jeff Liz could hear the woman's panicked voice calming in the background. Her words kept pausing and becoming distracted as she paused swearing she over heard some bit of a sexual sound on the other end.

“Before you go, do me a favour and say hi to Janice from the mail room when you get the chance.”

The call was over and Liz couldn't help but gently brush a finger across her clit. Would it be okay to masturbate at work? On the floor? Liz wondered, gazing around feeling almost as if it was not only acceptable, but maybe even expected.

Looking a row over there was no mistaking Sarah's body language as she bit her lip and arched back in her seat, both hands in her lap. Noticing Liz glance her way she simply spun her chair to give a better look, a quick lift of one hand popping a breast free from its sheer black tank top.

Liz smiled. It was so great to work in such a liberal work place.

Something felt distorted about that thought.

“Man, was the coffee pot busy.” Jasmine remarked crashing into her seat and getting her headset ready as she logged back on. “Apparently almost everyone has their A.C.O.L.I.T.E. now. I can't wait to have mine. I have a feeling it'll be today.” Jasmine just gushed on and on, Liz felt a little disappointed that she wasn't sure if she was close.

You can be.

“I hear there is even a lounge just for A.C.O.L.I.T.E.’s on the fifth floor. Janice was telling me I have to go there.” Jasmine continued stopping suddenly as she picked up a call.

Janice. There was that name again, something in Liz's guts made her feel like that was significant some how.

Looking at Jasmine Liz thought for a moment on how the petite girl now looked.

“Wow, that does sound weird. No sir, we take werewolf reports seriously. I'm not sending some lowly Scooby gang but some of our city's finest.” Liz felt a cold chill and filled with dread as the term for Buffy and co gave a way for her drowning true character to pull itself to the surface of her mind.

She was going to investigate something that's been going on. What's changed her? What's changed them all? Liz thought looking Jasmine up and down again only to be winked at as Liz resisted a lurid thought of where to shove Jasmine's lips.

Jasmine was at least three inches taller, her lean figure flushed out with generous tits, hips, and ass that could make any model or actress jealous. Gone was her acne, her frizzy almost platinum blonde hair now a straight glossy raven except for the silver streaks that reach from her roots all the way to her tips in almost racing stripe strips on each side.

Getting up Liz decided she needed to walk around, grab a coffee, get a grasp at the scale of what was going on.