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Veronica booted up her desktop to start preparing her Peterson presentation, pulling up slide shows in need of info filling and opening a web browser for any supplementary searches needed. She spread the necessary documents across her desk, ready to be cross referenced. She typed up a storm, determined to make up for lost time and knock this presentation out of the park. It was a cutthroat job, as a woman in business, and she now had the trouble of two new distracting orbs on her chest, so everything had to be perfect. She typed as she read figures off colorful charts, and this gave Nikki the perfect opportunity to highjack Veronica's typing. With expert precision, Nikki could open a new browser tab and enter searches in the few seconds that Veronica's eyes were not directly on the screen. She pulled up various websites for her use later in the day to follow her Master's commands. When Veronica was looking at the screen, Nikki lent her typing speed to Veronica's cause, thinking the sooner this was done, the sooner she could play again. Veronica was impressed with herself, worried that she would have to work through lunch to get everything done, but she seemed to flow through her typing seamlessly. She didn't have to use the backspace key once. It was around 12:30 when she decided to break for lunch, deciding her works was as done as it could be, and she would give it one more look over before meeting Mr. Peterson to check for any errors. She pulled up her internet session to order food, still not noticing Nikki's tabs. Veronica picked a local sandwich place, not wanting to wait for a while or have something greasy in her while she stood for her presentation. She ordered a small turkey, lettuce, and mayo sub for delivery, knowing it would be taken straight to her shortly. She let out a sigh as her confirmed her order, finally clearing her mind of work for the short time she could. As Veronica returned to her desktop to casually web surf, Nikki revealed her planted tabs.

Veronica frowned at the twitch in her finger as it jerked the mouse away from the search bar and opened a tab she didn't remember creating. Her eyes bulged at a website for pole dancing exercise, touting it as a full body work out and a confidence-boosting skill. She scoffed at the idea of hugging and twirling on a pole for anything other than a man's enjoyment, but she found her body hesitate to close the tab, forcing her eyes to linger longer on the views of toned women in loose fitting workout gear over spandex as they pivoted with powerful grace. She admitted it must take some skill, and felt her body heat rising as her gaze lingered on the dancers' flexing bodies. She shook any more thought of it from her head and closed the tab, shocked as it sent her to the next ordered tab just as Nikki planned. This time the dancing before her had no pretense of fitness. The topless girls shedding more layers were performing purely for other's pleasure. Veronica could tell the sluts loved every minute of it, and Nikki **** Veronica to feels just as much enjoyment from watching. A moan slipped through her lips as she quickly closed this tab as well, feeling her body heat up and her already soaking pussy tingle again. This next tab was much milder than before, allowing Veronica to not get to flustered by all these strange tabs she definitely couldn't remember searching. This site was simply for women's clothing, specifically the section devoted to tops. Veronica chuckled, able to at least justify searching this herself; her boyfriend's 'selfless' gift to her made most of her closet obsolete. She should have bought fitting outfits before getting the operation, she scolded herself for making such a thoughtless mistake, but better late than never. Her brow furrowed as she realized, while these clothes provided a comfortable size, their styles were much more risque than her wardrobe usually ran. Besides a few classier dresses and sexy bras, she never showed as much midriff or cleavage as the models on the site were now, and the vibrant, eye-catching shades of pinks and reds and yellows were not her preferred look. As she clicked through a few tops she could admit she liked, she found her fingers adding them to a cart. She shrugged at first, saying she'd leave them in the cart for a while and see how she felt later, but she gasped as her hands continued to enter her billing and delivery information faster than she could even try to stop it. In about ten seconds, her fingers sped through spending roughly $500 on skimpy, showy tops for her new titties, and a few more flattering bras. She had hardly any time to question her motives when her lunch knocked on the door. Nikki rose Veronica to her feet before she could attempt to cancel the clothing order, and she went to the door to get her food. The short haired delivery girl ogled Veronica as much as the men before had been, handing her sandwich over with a leering grin. Veronica rolled eyes while Nikki shimmied her chest, and she closed the door. She placed her food at a nearby table to eat.

As she unwrapped her sub, she was shocked to find the paper slick with white cream. She looked over her receipt carefully and was perplexed to see she had chosen extra mayo. She didn't hate it per se, but this was just obnoxious, and more importantly, she hadn't ordered it. The greasy condiment oozed onto her fingers and plopped onto the opened wrapper, pooling in a sticky pile. Veronica made a disgusting face, but Nikki's mouth watered at the sight of the delicious, white stuff. Their shared tongue darted out in anticipation as she rose the dripping sandwich to her face. She had planned to take a simple mouthful to start her meal, but felt her jaw open achingly wide and her throat relax to fit the thick sub that Nikki was pushing into her maw. Her shocked sound was muffled as Nikki attempted to suck the excess mayo off the sandwich. Her tongue slid around the soggy bread hungrily and against her will before she finally bit down on a thick mouthful. Veronica gagged on the obstruction, but chewed through it enough to safely swallow. She felt bloated from the large blob dropping down her gullet, but her hungry lips smacked appreciatively as a slender finger scooped mayo from the corner of her mouth. When she attempted to take another, more controlled bite, her head swerved to the side to instead lick slowly up the side of the bun, gathering a gooey load of mayo on her tongue before it deposited the glob eagerly down her throat. She blushed furiously at lewd visual of her eating but was thankful the curtains were still drawn. Nikki loved the feeling of the warm sauce sliding into her tummy, but Veronica was only confused by the arousal Nikki was sending her. She worked through her meal in a similar, almost teasingly slow fashion, thankful she had ordered the small sub. The provided napkin lay untouched, as Nikki let no drop of the delicious white cream escape Veronica's objecting lips. She even scooped up the pile that had accumulated on the wrapper. Veronica was flustered by her strange behavior, and decided that going over her presentation one time all the way through would help her focus and get out of her own head. Anything sexual she thought she had noticed throughout the day was the subconscious result of stress from the Peterson report. She was in full control of her life and her body. She opened up a music streaming app and played some soothing melodies that she believed helped to focus her mind and relax. As she glanced over the slides she had prepared, she idly tweaked grammar and word choice, hardly even focusing on the typing itself; the work just seemed to flow again, as the music relieved her stress. When she finally broke from her work haze, she saw it was five minutes till 3, and she had to get to Mr. Peterson's office twenty floors up. She quickly saved her slide show to the company cloud and hurried to the elevators. She didn't have time to notice how she strutted confidently for the staff working on the floor, Nikki adding a jiggling stomp to her steps. She entered the elevator ready to ace her presentation. She knew the figures and had accurate projection models; nothing could go wrong.