Break 6 Part 2

Sapphire woke up to find her hand caught between her thighs. Immediately embarrassed she yanked it away and sat up, only for the weight of her enormous rack to throw her off balance and cause her to tumble out of bed.

She stood up, more slowly this time. The sun had barely risen and already she was just so flustered. She'd been **** to sleep naked, while extremely horny and unable to satisfy herself and now she could feel an overwhelming desire to satisfy another woman. She wanted to scream, but of course she couldn't even do that.

She grabbed her phone and sent Andrea a text. Andrea knew exactly what outfits she owned, so she should be able to help her decide what to wear. Until Andrea replied though, she'd have to stay naked.

She decided to shower and get ready while she waited. It did take a very long time to deal with all this hair after all. While she was in the shower she found her hands wandering, **** to touch herself. Only the fact that she couldn't cum no matter how hard she tried stopped her from losing focus all together. Eventually though she finished and started to dry her hair.

She'd just wrapped up in the bathroom when her phone rang. She hurried to answer it.

"..." She waited for the other person to speak.

"Blue?" She was surprised to hear Miles speaking, despite the caller ID saying it was Andrea.

"Yes sir," She replied.

"Cuffs is..." He was quiet for a moment, "Busy." He said finally. "You need help?"

"Yes-ah-sir. May you please tell me what to wear?"

She wondered what he would say. He didn't know all the outfits she owned after all.

"Secretary. Cuffs told me about it."

Sapphire frowned. The slutty secretary costume was...well Andrea had insisted they buy it but it didn't really fit her. She wasn't looking forward to it. She tried to ask for a second choice, but she couldn't form the words, "Thank you."

"Anything else?"

"Yes-" She said automatically, eliciting a soft moan, "May...may..." Her cheeks were crimson. Was she really going to ask Miles of all people? "May I cum Sir?"

"Yes." He said. Then he surprised her with even more words, "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes."

Sapphire fell to her knees, dropping the phone as an orgasm rocked her body. She felt ashamed at how it had happened, but she was also happy because she'd wanted it so badly. She took a moment to recover then picked up the phone. She had to thank him, that was the polite thing to do. Except when she looked, he'd already hung up.

There was nothing left to do except get dressed. The costume from the store had come with panties, but no bra of course. She slipped into the panties and then pulled up the skirt. Then she pulled the skirt down, up, down. Trying to find a position that sat correctly on her hips but didn't look too slutty. She found no such position. Then she put on the shirt and tried to button it up. She squeezed as hard as she could and managed to get the bottom button together, but she had to hold it closed because she was pretty sure it would pop open the moment she let go.

She couldn't go to school like this! She'd told Andrea the top was too small. There was no point in calling Miles back, she knew he'd be **** to say the same thing. Andrea was probably out of the question too. Princess? Except Princess now wanted to dress like a bimbo herself, her ideas for Sapphire would be equally bad.

That left Daria and Camille. Camille couldn't read texts, so she sent one to Daria, hoping for some help. In the meantime she found some safety pins and pinned the bottom few buttons together so it would at least stay shut on its own, although she still felt like one wrong move would expose her tits to the world. Not to mention the fact that it was so tight her nipple piercings were totally visible. She supposed she could remove them now, but for whatever reason she couldn't bring herself to do that.

She didn't hear from Daria before it was time to leave for class, so she ended up just going anyway. Given her outfit the number of catcalls she received wasn't surprising, but at least nobody tried anything more than that. She made it to campus in relative peace and bumped into Imogen on her way into her lecture.

"Oh my God, love it!" Imogen said.

"Thanks." Sapphire replied, blushing.

"I just want to bury my face in those tits and..." Imogen stopped herself, "Sorry. We're probably not that close yet. Gotta dial back my personality a little."

"No, that's alright. Really, please go on."

"Really? You're saying you want me to motorboat you?" Imogen said with a grin.

"Yes-ah-please." Sapphire said. It took her brain a second to catch up to what her mouth had just said. Then she felt terrible embarrassed and looked away.

"We should go-" Imogen stopped herself as Sapphire suddenly hiked up her skirt, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. She stepped out of her panties and stood up holding them, as if in a daze.

Sapphire regained control of her body and looked awkwardly at the panties in her hand. She quickly shoved them in her purse, but the damage was done.

Imogen was stunned, but a wicked smile spread across her face, "Ok. Ok. Coming on a little strong but I like it. What are you doing after this class, want to come back to my place?"

"Yes please!"

Imogen took her hand, "Actually...do you want to just skip class?"

"Yes!"

Imogen giggled, "Perfect. Me too! Come on, I'm not far."

Sapphire found herself pulled along by Imogen, "Yes...yes..." Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad day after all.

---

Princess hesitated. She didn't want to wake them up and trigger Daria, but also she did have to get to work. Finally she knocked, "Like, morning?"

The door opened and Camille was there. Before Princess could do anything Camille lurched forward and started kissing her. Princess wasn't into it, but she knew Camille couldn't control herself. As quickly as she could she pulled back.

"Sorry," Camille said, "Good morning."

"No probs. Can um, one of you shower with me?"

Camille looked back into the room, "Oui...oh...actually, Dar? It's probably better for you to help her."

Daria poked her head around the corner, "Really?"

Camille nodded, "It's hard to resist my lesbian tendencies. The two of us all naked and soapy...not a good combination."

Daria sighed and stepped around so Princess could see her. She was naked and awkwardly covering herself with her hands, "Ok. I'll do it."

"Like thanks, I owe you." Princess led the way to the bathroom and turned the water on. She stripped down, except for her belt of course. She looked at Daria, "Um, could you help? I'm not going to masturbate or anything. I mean, I'd love to. But I did that last night and oh em gee it was amazing. The longer I go without the better it is. So I don't really need to right now, I just should wash you know, cause of all the-"

"Yes!" Daria interrupted to shut her up. She reached out and undid the belt and then the two of them go in the water. Luckily the shower was big enough they were able to most ignore each other, although Daria's invisible cuffs made it harder to wash herself than normal.

"Princess, could you wash my back?" Daria asked, having given up on trying to do it herself.

"For sure." Princess grabbed the cloth and started washing. "Property of Camille...wow. So does she really taste good?"

"Oh, uh, yes, well, you know, her transformation..." Daria gulped, "But uh... do you want me to wash yours back now?" Daria offered.

"Like, no way. Don't touch me. Oh, not like. I mean. I'm not homophobic or anything. I mean you have those magic hands. If you touch me I'll be too horny at work today."

"R-right. Of course."

They finished their shower and then Princess went to her own room to give Daria privacy. She had a hard time picking out her clothes, mostly because her outfits were just so boring. So much grey and navy blue. She couldn't believe she'd been so stiff before.

She also had to keep in mind summertime chic. She couldn't wear anything covering her arms and lower legs or else she'd be too horny to focus. That excluded a huge chunk of her wardrobe. If Miles hadn't 'slutted up the staff' she'd be worried about being fired for dressing the way she wanted to, but thankfully she thought even this outfit wouldn't raise too many eyebrows at the office.

She stepped into the hall and came face to face with Camille. Camille's eyes went wide, "Huh? Non. Non. You cannot wear that."

Princess looked down at herself, then back to Camille, "Like, why not?"

Camille stared at her, "Princess...you can't just wear a bra to work."

"But all my shirts are so tooootally boring!" Princess said, "You can't see my nipples! It's like, my only pink top!"

Camille scoffed, "That's not a top. It's underwear." She pushed past Princess into her bedroom. She came out a moment later with a white tank top, "Put this on over. You'll see the colour of your bra through the shirt, but at least you'll be wearing a shirt."

"Fine. Whatever." Princess put it on, "Happy mom?"

"No, but it's fine. I'm probably going to flash my whole office today so I can't judge too harshly."

"Do you want a ride?" Princess asked.

"Daria will drive me." Camille said.

"K, I'm gonna head out. Like, lock up behind you." Princess grabbed her purse and headed to work.

As expected nobody at work cared about her outfit. Or rather, nobody cared about it negatively. She received a ton of harassment, more than usual, and she was **** to enthusiastically agree with all of it.

"Yes, my tits are bigger!"

"Like thanks, I am a hot slut."

"Thanks but I'm like, totz straight."

Eventually she made it to her office. She wasn't there long before her boss came in to interrupt her day, "Ms. Cumslut, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Harris, he's my nephew actually, he's doing a project for University and I thought you'd be the perfect person to help him out. I'll leave him in your hands."

Her boss left without a word. Princess had stood the moment they'd entered and she stared at the young man, "What a great idea! Like hi. So you're a nepo-baby huh? What kind of project are you doing?"

He looked rather awkward, "I'm so sorry. My mom insisted my uncle would help...I really didn't mean to make things harder for you. Uh...I'll try explaining things as quickly as I can so you can get back to work...are...are you going to sit down?"

"Like, nope. Unless you want me to sit on your lap. Except if I do that you'll probably get hard, and then I'll notice, and then I'll HAVE to give you a blowjob, and that would make it super awkward."

A moment of silence spread between them.

Finally he coughed, "Uh wow. Ok. You are pretty forward. My uncle said you were a slut but I didn't believe him. I thought he was just being an ass. But uh, don't worry. I am not going to **** myself on you or anything."

"Oh...you're like...below me. Not like below me like we're fucking or something but like..." Her punishment made people want to harass her in according with sexual attraction and authority in the workplace. Since he had no authority over her..."Are you gay?"

He blushed, "Huh? What? No. I'm super totally straight."

"People who are super totally straight don't say that." Princess countered.

He puffed up his chest a little, "No. No. I am. See. Um...suck my cock...b-bitch."

She raised her eyebrow. Seriously? Well, she literally couldn't refuse. She came around her desk and started to kneel in front of him, "Okay but like, that's not straight behavior. Just asshole behavior."

She pulled his pants down and grabbed his cock in her hands.

"What? No. There's nothing wrong with talking to YOU like that." He insisted. She rolled her eyes and started to blow him. He was nicer than her boss, but men were men. Oh well, at least this would satisfy her urges for a while.

---

"Dude, nice tats." Andrea said, staring at the man's chest.

"Thanks. Are you here to get one yourself?"

She shook her head, "Nah. I like, uh, need...um..." She closed her eyes and tried to remember why she was here, "Oh right. I need my clit pierced. Pronto."

"Oh, well yeah. We can do that here. We can make an appointment-"

"No, I like NEED it. Now."

He frowned, "Well nobody is available right now..."

"You're available." She said, "You want to see my pussy?"

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Oh, like, are you closing?" Andrea asked.

"Uh, yes. We're closing." He said.

"Sorry dude. I'll try, uh, later." She turned and headed out.

She left the store and looked around. She had come here because she remembered it, but there were lots of piercing studios in the city. She just needed to look them up. She reached into her pocket...oh. It was empty. She looked down. Where was her phone? Oh. She'd forgotten her purse too.

She sighed. When she'd woken up Miles had been sleeping so peacefully she decided to just let him be. She'd left on her own and gone for a walk, which eventually led her to this place. Now she was far from home without her phone. Or her wallet for that matter. Why had she been so dumb?

She turned to start walking away and saw her reflection in the shop window. Was her hair...blonde?

It was. What the hell? She...

"Fuck." The B virus. She had it. She definitely had it. Fuck. She closed her eyes and tried to think. It was temporary...right?

She needed to think. Coffee. She needed a coffee. She saw a chain across the street and walked over there.

"Hi, I'll like, uh, have a coffee. No, a cappuccino."

"Ok, that's $5.45 please." The barista said.

"Oh, like, uh, I don't have any money. Could I suck your cock for it?"

The man stared at her, totally flabbergasted.

"N-no. I'd get fired. Uh." He was staring at her chest. They all stared at her chest now. "Uh here. I'll pay for it myself. Just...uh...don't tell anyone." He paid out of his own wallet and made her drink.

"Oh like, thanks!"

The coffee helped. At least, she felt like it helped. She sat in the cafe and sipped it and came up with a plan. She'd go to Miles's work. He probably brought her stuff there. Then she'd take the bus to her work in time for her shift. Her IQ loss wouldn't impair her at her job, it didn't take a lot of brains to suck cock.

She threw away her cup and headed out.

---

Daria waited, and waited, and waited...Sapphire did not pick up the phone. "Where are you..." She whispered.

There was a knock on her door, "Hi Daria. Have you decided about which photo to run for the cover yet?"

Daria smiled, "Not yet. Sorry."

"Ok. Well we need a decision soon. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No...actually wait. Could you get me a tea?"

"Of course. Be right back."

Daria sighed and called Sapphire again. This time she answered, "Sapphire! Where were you? I need to make a decision."

"I'm terribly sorry. I was...occupied. How can I help?" Sapphire asked.

"I need to decide which photo to make as a cover. I sent you two photos. Did you see them?"

"Yes-ah-I did. Show me your boobs, I fear that might be a bit much."

"So I should pick the other one?"

"Yes-ah-please." Sapphire said.

"Here's your...tea..." Her assistant said, returning with a cup in hand, "Uh, Daria? Why are your tits out?"

Daria suddenly realized she'd lifted up her shirt and exposed herself. She blushed and pulled her shirt down, "Nevermind that. Thanks Sapphire."

"No, thank you." Sapphire said, hanging up.

Daria looked at her assistant, "So sorry. I've decided. Let's go meet with the team."

---

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

"Oui, how can I help you?" Camille asked.

"I wanted to ask about this piece, can you tell me a little about the artist?"

"Of course. She's a newcomer, this is the first time we've featured her work..." Camille went into a spiel about the artist which seemed to satisfy the customer.

"Wow, I think this would look great in my office. How soon could you deliver it?"

"Tomorrow at the earliest."

"That would be fantastic...uh...pardon me but..." He pointed at her skirt.

She looked down. The side zipper was undone and it had started to fall, exposing her panties. She blushed, "Oh mon dieu! Thank you." She pulled her skirt up and did the zipper, "How embarrassing."

Before she could finish with her customer another one walked up, "Excuse me. Could I have your shirt?"

"My shirt?" Camille asked, wide eyed. Yet as soon as she was asked she started unbuttoning her shirt. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra, or anything else underneath so in seconds her huge tits were on display. She handed her shirt over.

"Thanks." The newcomer took the shirt and walked away.

She looked at her customer, "P-pardon moi!" She ran to the back, chest heaving. She made it to her office and found a spare shirt. She put it on and headed back out, only for the buttons to burst before she made it out of the door.

"Am I supposed to work topless?" She wondered aloud.

She groaned and tried to tie the shirt together. It held, barely, but looked extremely lewd. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. She went back out and passed the customer off to someone who could help complete his purchase, then went back to her office for some time alone. Not just to avoid being exposed, but she really, really needed to pump.

She sighed. At least she couldn't be fired.

---

Miles groaned. Fuck multi-factor authentication. What was he going to do?

Just then his door opened and Cuffs strolled in, "Cuffs! Thank God!"

"Miles, like, do you have my stuff."

Miles looked down. Andrea's wallet was on his desk and her credit card in his hand, "Yes..." Wait, she could help, "Can you accept on your phone?"

She picked up her phone and looked at it, "Huh, like, what's this?"

"Just routine." Miles tried.

She opened it, "The fuck? Miles, are you trying to buy a tv with my credit card?"

"Mine is maxed out." He explained.

"You already have a TV!"

"Mine is 50 inch. This is a 75." He explained.

"Fuck. I'm like, totally dumb now but not that dumb. Give me my cards!"

Miles sighed and handed it over, "Fine."

"I like, can't believe you. What happened to the money I gave you? What are you spending it on? Like, fuck. I-"

"Shut up." Miles said.

Andrea immediately became silent. She gave him the finger.

"Sorry. Speak." He felt bad immediately.

Andrea rolled her eyes, "Like, I'm not wrong."

"I know. Sorry."

She sighed, "Also like...that's the last time we fuck. My head is totally spinning. And my hair? Fuck."

"That bad?"

She shook her head, "I'll, like, uh, be fine. My job is easy. Cock in mouth. The end. I'm just a little slow."

"Need a ride?"

"No, I'm good. But uh, can you pick me up after work? My shift ends at...uh...5."

"Yes." Miles said. She nodded and grabbed her stuff and left.

Minutes later his door opened again. "Miles I heard you're the man to see."

"Uh hi." He said in greeting, "How can I help?"

She pulled up her dress to expose a bald pussy, "Eat me."

Miles wasn't going to get a lot of work done if women kept asking for that...but he supposed he'd just been goofing off trying to buy a tv. He came around the desk and got down on his knees. At least it was a fun way to break up the workday.