working girl

Tiffany and Jordan sat beside one another in the nail salon when his phone beeped with a text message from Janet. The message was a quiz on Cosmo’s latest tips for the perfect sultry office look. Jordan typed quickly what he could remember. Which, sadly for him, wasn’t enough. “You call that studying? Maybe you are a bimbo.”

“I’m not, I just don’t care about makeup tips,” Jordan responded.

“...” Jordan deeply regretted his honesty as he watched the ellipses dance while Janted typed up her response. “Since you’re too much of an airhead to learn simple tips. From now on you should type like one too.”

“What?!”

“Bimbos use way more emojis and shorthand than you have been. Learn it, live it. Cause if you don’t respond like a bubble-brained bimbo the next time we chat, there will be hell to pay.”

Jordan sighed in his chair and picked up one of the fashion magazines beside him. It was exceedingly hard to read with Tiffany constantly talking about gossip and fashion, or worse, who were the cutest guys in the office. Jordan played along as much as he could ranking the least creepy guys as “cute”.

“Jordan and Tiffany?” A tall olive skin woman stood in front of the two girls, her large breasts drawing Jordan’s immediate attention.

“That’s us.” Tiffany cheered as she bounced right up. Jordan held the magazine in front of his crotch and with his head staring at the floor he followed the beautiful women to their stations. Tiffany saw how embarrassed poor Jordan looked as she sat in her seat. She knew how much it sucked being flat-chested, she was a late bloomer herself and even then not very much. She didn’t really feel confident until she got a boob job a couple of years ago. While the two nail technicians went to work on their nails Tiffany decided to do a little probing. “So, Jodie,” she leaned over to her new friend and spoke softly, “have you ever thought about getting the girls done?”

‘Jodie?’ “The girls?” Jordan realized almost as soon as he asked what she meant, “Oh, I...I don’t have the money for that, but like, if I did I totally would.” he lied, but women always wanted to have bigger boobs, right?

“Well, if you play the game right you’ll get a nice big raise.”

“The game?” The technicians buffed and polished their nails with experienced expertise.

“The flirting game, silly.” Tiffany giggled, “You know, touching their arm, leaning over their shoulders so they can see the goods.”

“Laughing at their stupid jokes.” The female nail tech said with a smirk as she filed and shaped Jordan’s nail.

“Playing with your hair.” Tiffany giggled. With her free hand, she demonstrated by lightly caressing her fingers along his bare forearm then twirling a strand of her hair with a coquettish little smile. Jordan felt flush watching her demonstration.

Jordan was shocked, not only at their brashness but shocked to discover women did all of these things on purpose! “But what if...you know they try something.”

“Then take the problem in hand, silly.” Jordan turned to hide his revulsion. Surely they’re not suggesting they...do that with Wesker? Mistaking her revulsion for shyness Tiffany cooed, “It’s no big deal sweety. And you would be surprised at how grateful they can be for a little bit of help.” She giggled again.

Tiffany and the nail techs gave Jordan a detailed lesson on flirting as they continued buffing and painting their nails. Worse, they would ask to make sure that he understood since she was giving them real airhead vibes. By the time the hour was up Jordan was as close of an expert on how to flirt with men as he never wanted to get.

When Jordan saw his nails he gasped in horror, gone were his gnawed on short nails, replaced now by shiny red press-on nails. “Aren’t they, like, to die for!” Tiffany giggled excitedly.

“I’m, like, dyin’ alright.” Jordan bit his lip as he tried to think of a way to free himself of these girly nails that would be believable.

“Come on,” Tiffany finished paying with Wesker’s corporate card before walking to the exit, “we’ve got one more stop to make.”

Jordan’s stomach growled and he had to admit he was hungry. Tiffany turned left to the shoe store as Jordan turned right to the food court. “Jodie, where are you going, girl?”

“Th-the food court, right?”

Tiffany wrapped her arm around Jordan’s. “You must’ve forgot. I said we’re getting you some sexy shoes too.” Jordan groaned, “It’s okay, I forget stuff a lot too.”

“It’s just...won’t we be late?”

Tiffany giggled hugging Jordan and pressing her large breasts into Jordan’s side. “Extended lunches mean we can take our time as long as we’re like, super grateful when we get back.”

“Oh...ok.”

Jordan watched Tiffany try on pink stiletto heels, running her hands up her long silky legs. “What do you think?”

“You look hot.” Jordan covered his mouth quickly, he hadn’t meant to be so honest it just slipped out.

“Well thank you.” Tiffany giggled, not thinking anything of Jordan’s compliment. “Now it’s your turn.”

“...I already have a pair of heels,” he argued futilely.

Tiffany frowned, she felt bad for her new friend that she got so used to doing without she only had a single pair of heels! “Remember, Mr.Wesker is paying. You might as well milk the cash cow for what he’s worth.”

“I...I guess.” Jordan knew not to balk too much since bimbos like Tiffany were so obsessed with shoes. He examined the shelves until finally, he came upon conservative black kitten heels with a two-inch wedge heel.

“Oh sweetie, you gotta be more daring.” Tiffany snatched the box out of his hand before he could react and began her own search until she found a matching chic black pair of lace-up heels, forcing them in his hands. “These will look absolutely fabulous on you.”

“Fabulous.” Jordan **** a smile on his face. Jordan struggled at first to work his foot into the **** device they called a shoe but finally, he managed. “Oh my god.” He gasped as he stood and stared at how delicate and beautifully exposed his feet were.

“I know right? O! M! G! You look sexy as hell!”

“R-really?” Jordan blushed, he had never had a woman so sexy call him sexy before. Usually, he was the one telling girls they were sexy to varying results of failure.

Tiffany’s phone beeped and instinctively Jordan checked his makeup in his phone camera while she responded to a text. “Okay girl, we should head back before we get you in trouble.”

Jordan finished touching up his eyeshadow, returning it to his purse, “But we didn’t eat.”

“There’s still yogurt in the fridge. Come on, I think we’ll wear these out.”

Jordan returned to work wearing his new shoes clicking along the office floor exhausted and starving. Before he could sit at his desk Adam called him into the office. “Well, Ms.Applebottom, let’s see the results.”

Jordan sighed not wanting to get into him saying his name wrong again; instead, he raised his hand for Adam’s inspection.

Adam took Jordan’s hand and held onto it as he inspected his nails. “Nicely done. You have good taste.”

“I-it was Tiffany’s idea.” Jordan fought hard to hide his revulsion as this man continued to hold his hand.

Finally, he let go, “Give me a turn.” Jordan turned 360 quickly as he could on his new heels. “Slower.” This time he stepped back turning slowly, carefully. Before he could complete his turn he felt Adam’s slimy hands on his hips. “You really do have the nicest ass in the office.”

Jordan swallowed hard, he wanted to kick the guy in the nuts and run but...he needed to get as much money as he could to pay back Eric as quickly as possible. And that meant...playing the game. “T-thank you, Mr.Wesker.”

“I told you, call me Adam when we’re alone.”

“A-Adam.” Adam guided Jordan to the couch and pulled him onto his lap.

“Did you enjoy your shopping trip?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Good.” Adam’s hand slid up Jordan’s leg slowly making its way to his crotch. “I bet it was expensive.” His hand probed Jordan’s soft thigh, “What say we pick up where we left off.”

Jordan quickly grabbed Adam’s wrist; if he went any further, he would surely discover his secret. “O-okay.” He stood locking the door and ensuring the blinds were closed so no one would possibly see or barge in on him doing such a disgusting act.

Jordan slowly marched to Adam, reaching for his crotch when he was stopped this time, “First, a drink.” Adam took out a remote from the end table. With the press of a button part of the wall slid away revealing a small bar with top-shelf gin, whiskey, and scotch, a small collection of glasses, ice, and a small digital stereo. Adam poured two glasses of Johnny walker blue on the rocks, one for himself and one for Jordan. “A toast; to new friendships.” Adam clinked his glass against Jordan. Adam walked away slowly sipping at his glass while Jordan **** the entire glass of burning liquid down his throat in one gulp. He quickly filled his glass again and chugged as much as he possibly could before coughing.

“Yeah, it’s full-bodied. Speaking of, how about a dance.” He ordered. Jordan finished his glass silently as the music started to play from the walls. Adam had turned a deeply sensual song. Calling on every club memory he had of girls dancing sensually and every strip club he had ever visited he tried to **** himself to mimic the movements. A difficult task to do in normal shoes, but nearly impossible with his new high heels. Jordan kicked them off first before removing his blazer slowly, gyrating his hips and making sure to emphasize his ass for his greaseball boss. Two eight-ounce glasses of high-caliber whiskey in under a minute on an empty stomach has a strong effect on one’s inhibitions. It can help one relax enough to dance like a drunken college girl at spring break. It can help one forget that you’re a straight man dressed like a businessman’s wet dream. It can help one do what needs to be done for that oh-so-important raise.

Jordan crawled the last foot to Adam spread out on the couch and waiting like some roman emperor awaiting his concubine. Jordan giggled out of the blue as he undid his boss’ belt buckle. Part of Jordan wanted Adam to have a tiny dick so that he would know there was at least some justice in the universe. But Adam was cocky because, well he was cocky. Adam’s large cock stood proud and free of his boxers.

Hesitantly Jordan grasped his shaft and began stroking it slowly. “Spit on it.” He ordered. Gladly Jordan spat on his shaft, lubing his cock with each stroke. He told himself he was just stroking himself, that’s all, no different than masturbating to porn. He knew it was a lie but it kept him from being sick. He pulled out every trick he knew he himself enjoyed to hasten to Adam’s big finish.

All Adam saw was an eager slut biting her lip and drooling over his cock. Soon he felt his balls tighten and he grabbed Jordan’s hair and pulled back. The little slut moaned leaving her mouth open for what she knew was coming next. He **** his cock down her eager throat using her like a fleshlight while she choked and coughed around him until he erupted like a geyser.