Think, think, think

Joyce frowned as she tried to think. It was really hard, thinking. Who'd have thought. Joyce started giggling at her little joke.

"You okay, Joycie?"Ashley asked from where she was leaning half way out of the room's door.

Joycie waved a hand. She sing songed, "Fine. I'm so fiiiiine."

"Yeah, you are bestie! You are one super fine M.I.L.F." Ashley cheered, "You just gotta think about what kinda M.I.L.F. you want to be."

Joycie nodded her head, "Think, thinkie, thinking..."

Ashley turned back to look at the hallway and went back to giving orders to her co-worker Viki who was working on Joyce's daughter Dawn. "We want to shift from basic brat to brat plus Daddys girl. Joycie let slip a way to get more of our targets."

Viki sighed, "I already started on brat. I've got her set up for a full pink job."

"That's fine. Full pink is fine. Just add Daddy's girl on top." Ashley ordered.

"Its so much work." Viki pouted.

"It's not that much work." Ashely reached out and pinched one of Viki's very prominent nipples thru her top, "Is it?"

Viki gasped and leaned towards Ashely.

"Good girls dont mind a bit of hard work do they?" Ashley twisted.

Viki moaned and bobbed her head quickly.

"And why dont good girls mind a little bit of hard work?" Ashley asked as she combined the pinch and twist with a slight tug on Viki's nipple. "Because when a good girl works hard they get to play hard."

Viki shuddered and nodded her head as she groaned out "Imma good girl, a good girl, gooood girl."

Ashley let go of Viki and smiled at her. "That's a good girl. Now go back in there and do what needs doing."

Nodding her head Viki staggered into the room next door to work on Dawn.

Shaking her head Ashely walked back to Joyce, shutting the door behind her. "Well, Joycie what kind of M.I.L.F. do you want to be? What kind of M.I.L.F. does your young man want to fuck?"

Joyce blinked and blinked again, "I... I don't know."

"What do you know, Joycie?" Ashley asked, putting her hands on Joyce's shoulders and began massaging. "What does Xander like to look at?"

"Xander stares at my butt." Joyce answered immediately. "When he thinks I'm not looking."

"Oh, an ass man? We can work with that." Ashley gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Give you a little more cushion for when he's pushin'."

"He stares at my tits if I wear a revealing top." Joyce offered.

"Not a problem." Ashley reached forward and gave Joyce's tits a playful squeeze. "Honk! Honk! We can make sure he's got reasons to stare no matter what your wearing."

Joyce laughed and Ashley laughed along with her. Ashely asked, "Anything else Xander might look at?"

"Buffy." Joyce rolled her eyes. "Not that she cares. Hes a very fine young man and she doesnt care. He even saved her life once. Buuuut nooooo she wants an older man with issues."

"A real daddy's girl. Dont worry we can help her. Just like were going to help you. We guarantee a happy healthy home life." Ashley nodded in suffering commiseration. "What makes Xander stare at Buffy?"

"She..." Joyce hesitated to say anything about Buffy being the Slayer. It was supposed to be a secret. But she could say something close... "She does gymnastics, she was a cheerleader, she's very good at, um, karate and martial arts. Very active."

"Oh a sporty girl. Xander likes a fit girl." Ashley nodded. "We can help with that. Trim a few pounds off. Put that fat where it belongs, off your waist and into your boobs. Oooh! Yoga pants! If he likes your butt wait till we get you in some skin tight yoga pants!"

Joyce giggled and raised a leg up and showed off her calves, "He does like looking at my calves when I wear heels."

"Wait till you see the heels we've got in the back. If he likes your calves with a three inch heel... well, just you wait." Ashley patted Joyce's shoulders. "Yoga pants and high heels, a combo that will knock him for a loop!"

Joyce giggled a little more as she imagined Xander staring at her in wonder after her makeover. Horny wonder. Xander standing in front of her, hard and horny for her... The very idea almost made her cum. Joyce groaned, "Oh my gawd."