She Did

Shelly breathed deeply leaning on the bar counter as Davina did a quick double check of their inventory. The wedding guests were due to filter in shortly, and Shelly was eager to recompose herself after the mind-breaking orgasm the tusk between her legs had delivered in response to her talking Caroline into changing uniforms.

It had started as a pleasant light vibration after Caroline had left to change, it continued that way just within Shelly's ability to suppress reacting until she got halfway to the ballroom through the back corridors.

Shelly bit her lip thinking about how suddenly and forcefully it had hit her. The vibrating had kept her mind off of thinking about how she might've condemned Caroline, but those thoughts came to the front of Shelly's mind as her knees gave out and she fell to all fours screaming in pleasure before rolling onto her back, her hand drifting over her body in contemplation.

Fuck that bitch. She'll love it. Foreign thoughts seemed to echo through her mind.

As she laid there it hit her again. It felt almost as though the tusk was shifting forcefully between penetrating its girth deep and hard into her pussy, then ass, then pussy again. Her tongue hung out for a moment and she suddenly thought about the appeal of being double penetrated. A thought that amplified for a moment as two security guards stood over her for a moment, gazing down with lust.

Before Shelly could do anything with them they seemed to disappear, the ebbs and flows of the tusk dispersing after that last orgasm.

“Hey babe.” The sultry voice jarred her senses, pulling Shelly from the arousing memory back to the present. Looking up Davina was opposite her at the bar, Shelly felt her contempt eroding away to a desire, no a need to be subservient.

Davina smiled knowingly, “Was it that good? Just you wait for the real pleasures to come. Do me a favour, keep Danica's drink spiked. The more the better. You wouldn't want her to miss out on our bliss.”

Shelly felt a content smile reach across her face, her mind suddenly excited by the prospects of being crumpled on the floor masturbating alongside the sandy-haired latina… No, entwined with her, with Davina, with anyone… The image of the elephant man fucking the cake decorator came to her mind, fuck anything Shelly then added to her thought chain.

Perking up she set to work, periodically pausing to just wallow in the desirable vibrations hitting her clit, pussy, and ass.

As the night went on Shelly became more excited with her errands, she had never been so eager to serve drinks, it felt great. She eagerly even poured for those who clearly had enough, something just feeling right about drowning away their sobriety, and with it inhibition after inhibition. She even acknowledged her own, and Danica buzzing as they sipped their pops and became increasingly intoxicated by the spiked beverages, not just with **** but also with the Idol's own desire.

Finally dinner was over and the drink serving picked up. Running a cart over to the main bar Shelly paused in disbelief at what she was seeing. Erin was normally a quieter straight to business auburn-haired girl, normally the uniform failed to accentuate any of their bodies.

But now Erin was at center of attention. What had been a blouse and dress pants on her and Davina had changed. The pants contoured to their bodies snuggly, their blouses now sleeveless seemed to be stretching tighter, the buttons bridging elastic straps of fabric between the compressed cleavage.

To an uproar of cheers, Erin grabbed a shot glass with her teeth, drawing it from between two of these straps and throwing it back. As she slammed the empty shot glass down on the counter to cheers from the people gathered for drinks she and Davina kissed lewdly before quickly turning to gather cash and serve up more drinks, offering shots gratuitously from their burgeoning cleavage.

As Shelly tried to resist her arousal at the scene she popped open the fridge behind the bar and threw a few cases of chilled beer on the cart preparing to haul it back to Davina.

"Shelly, why don't you help Erin here. I'll go work with Danica a while. I'll try and draw some of this crowd to being more interested in that bar as well." Shelly gasped with the sudden increase in pleasure, something tugged at her mind that she was missing something, something was a... As her mind struggled with thought, and pleasure Davina grinded up against her ass from behind.

"Come on Shelly, don't be distracted. Erin wants you to take a shot." Davina uttered seductively in Shelly's ears, her hand groping the shirt, massaging the bare pert b cup breasts. As Shelly moaned barely audibly over the blaring music, the tusk seemed to go into overdrive as Davina's hand touched over it.

As Davina hurriedly disappeared with the cart Shelly paused for a moment in retrospect of the tusks rewards for her actions. Tonight was just too strange to be real. She hadn't had enough to drink to deal with it.

"Hey Shelly, COME ON!" Erin called, delicately placing two shots glasses in separate gaps of her shirt leaning back on the bar as a woman waiting for a drink leaned over to kiss her.

Shelly looked over, wondering since when they were allowed to drink on the job. Questioning if she still cared, as if this wasn't what she wanted.