You balk

"Are you sure about that?" you fret. It's bad enough to have consensual B&D in the workplace, but you don't fancy the thought of being thrown in a jail for going too far.

"Don't chicken out now," Doe urges you on. "She's making too much noise."

"I really think we ought to take it easy for just a second," you say. You look down at Clarice. She is watching you intently, almost expectantly, with clear blue eyes, still as a placid lake. She looks surprisingly unafraid.

"Hmph, leave it to men to ruin all the fun," Doe huffs. She stands up and stamps her foot petulantly, causing her boobs to wrestle within the confines of her bra. Clarice rises slowly from her desk. Her beautiful eyes remain locked on you with an aspect of submissiveness.

"You realize, John, that Clarice doesn't mind if you jam your throbbing cock down her throat. Clarice will do anything I tell her to do. She'll let people use her any way I allow. Isn't that right, Clarice?"

Clarice nods shyly. To emphasize her point, Doe pulls her into an embrace and latches onto her lips. She runs her hands down her back passionately, squeezing Clarice's tight buns. Clarice instantly reciprocates, rubbing her hands up and down Doe's back. This goes on for several minutes: Doe burning with serious desire, Clarice innocently happy, emitting muted squeals and giggles.

Breaking the kiss, Doe instructs Clarice. "Clarice, could you fix my makeup?" She nods obediently. Her tongue extends deliberately, and she carefully dabs the last remaining drops of semen from Doe's nose and eyelids. She uses her pinky to delicately wipe away the more egregiously smeared mascara and lipstick.

Doe strokes Clarice's hair approvingly. "Now Clarice, do you still have your overnight bag in your cube?" Clarice's eyes dart towards you like a frightened rabbit, and she blushes furiously. She silently nods her head in assent.

"Good, bring it over here. I'll just wear your clothes for today." Clarice obeys and departs. For about a minute, you sit in the office, stunned to speechlessness, with Doe. Finally, Clarice returns with a garment bag. She pulls a blouse and skirt out, and, like a medieval lady-in-waiting, begins dressing Doe. Meanwhile Doe fusses with the contents of her cosmetic kit. You're surprised to discover that Clarice has some whorishly deep reds in her caboodle, quite unlike the bubble-gum teen colors that she wears at work

Minutes pass by in busy silence, and soon enough they both look completely respectable. Doe did a good job muting the colors of the trashy mascara and lipstick. It's not entirely obvious that Doe is wearing clothes that don't quite fit her. The shirt does look a little tight across the chest. The buttons strain every so slightly at the eyeholes, and you can make our every detail of her lacy bra. Her round, voluptuous ass threatens to burst the fabric of the skirt, but some women do that on purpose. She'll have to take small steps all day.

Clarice and Doe preen each other one final time. Before they leave, Doe breaks the silence and addresses you. "You don't think this is the first time I've made this bet, do you? The only difference is, I usually don't lose," Doe says with a knowing grin. With that, she leads Clarice by her hand out of the office. Clarice follow silently, eyes focused on you until the door closes between you.

Your confusion slowly subsides. You slump into your chair. What a dramatic turn of events! It's tough being the master. But as you think about it, you're not too sure you're even the master anymore...

No matter. This is still a sweet deal, and for six more days Doe, and probably Clarice, belong to you. You recline in your executive chair, tent your fingers, and contemplate your evil plans.