You need a shower, and the Spa sounds nice.

As you slip into the elevator slide the key card in and push the spa button, you wonder, are you infected? You truly enjoyed your little tryst with Jonathon and Greta. Indeed the thought of fucking either of them makes you wet. But, you don't feel any need to worship Lilith. In fact you are still quite set on gathering enough evidence to call the DSD.

The elevator door opens. The spa is truly a site to behold. It is the entire floor. It is a mostly open area, with mirrored sections. Windows surround the vast room giving you a birds eye view of the entire city. To you right there is a mammoth twenty person hot tub. You lick your lips, no question what executives do in there.

To your left is a section with shower heads portruding from the wall. You head there. You drop your robe simultaneously shy about being naked in a completely windowed room and turned on by the thought you might be seen. You turn on the water and step in. You are pleasantly surprised. The water pressure is strong, no low flow here. It pulses massaging your breasts. You slip your hand into you pussy, in, out, occasionally flicking your clit. You lose track of time, but at the end of your shower you are rewarded with a massive orgasm.

You dry off with a towel from a pile provided and head for a little locker section. On a rack there are a half dozen dresses. You look at them and scowl. All size four. How the hell are you fitting in size four. You decide to try, slipping on a clingy low cut dress that leaves little to the imagination. You can't believe it is fitting you. You turn and look at yourself in the mirror.

Your jaw drops. You've always looked young for your age and job, but now you just look younger. You could easily pass for your daughter Sara's older sexier sister. The clingy dress does nothing to hide your well endowed breasts. However, the breasts you were used to seeing in the mirror had begun to sag just a little. Now even braless they look as perky as a twenty years olds. Every tiny wrinkle on your face is just gone. Nothing but flawless skin. You have to admit, when Lilith gives a gift she doesn't go half way.

You peek at your phone and realize you have three minutes to get to Jonathon's office for the tour. You slip your now longer more slender legs into six inch heels. And begin your strut toward his office. As you admire the wiggle of your ass you realize you have forgotten panties. A breeze teases your clit and you realize you don't really need them anymore.

Waiting for you in Jonathon's office is your boss Mark, Greta, Jonathon, and your counterpart Christina Green. Mark stare at you hungrily, you give him a smile and a wink. He is so handsome, yet in more than a decade of working with him you've never fucked. That's why pencils have erasers you think. You stifle a giggle as Jonathon begins speaking.

"Welcome Lilith's chosen. Today I'll be showing you most of Lilapharmatech's secrets. First, however, I would like to ask Tara Smythe to be our new COO. Christina has agreed to a sideways move to make room for you."

You are shocked. You were expecting to take a giant wad of money and take some time off. Certainly you were not expecting a job offer of this magnitude. "Jonathon, I don't know what to say..."

"Relax Tara, I don't expect an answer right away. Think on it during our tour. Oh, and we will of course tack on another zero on your paycheck. Now follow me, let's begin the tour."