Satisfy Jake Tuggins

"I think I'd like to give Jake Tuggins a hand," you say.

Heather giggles.

"Is that your plan?" She asks.

"Oh, I mean, I just...," you blush. "We'll see what pops up."

"I'm just giving you a hard time," Heather laughs and then stands up. "Come with me, sweetie."

You follow behind her, admiring the sway of her hips and the way her butt wiggles in her tight professional skirt. She leads you to a uniquely ornate wooden door and opens it with a key hanging on a thin chain around her neck. When she pushes the door open you nearly gasp.

The room has high ceilings and a skylight that fills the still air with sunbeams. The floors are polished marble and the burbling of a fountain echoes against the walls. Along the walls on either side are row upon row of dressing closets, each filled with dozens of garment bags. Before each is a mirror and an oak bench.

"Since this is your first time," Heather explains, "why don't you get cleaned up and I will pick out something for you to wear."

You're too busy marveling at the scale of the dressing area to reply. Heather places a hand on your shoulder and guides your gaze to a frosted glass door.

"Through there, Joy," she directs you. "There are towels and anything else you might need in the bathroom."

"T-thanks," you stammer as you walk to the bathroom.

The shower area is no less impressive. After taking in the ceramic tiles and the erotic freizes, you select a body wash and shampoo and take a thorough shower. The warmth of the water on your breasts and the thought of your new career are each arousing in their own way. Knowing Heather is waiting, you resist the urge to play with yourself.

You towel your body dry and rub jasmine scented oil into your skin. You wrap yourself tightly in a pink towel and emerge.

"You look refreshed," Heather remarks as you step from the steamy bathroom.

"Mmm," is all you can manage at first. "Yeah, it was pretty nice."

"Come sit down, I'll show you what I've picked out," Heather pats the bench on which she is seated.

You comply, careful not to drip any water on her blouse.

"You even smell fantastic," she says and leans into your neck for a sniff. "Is that the jasmine oil? That's my favorite as well."

"Thanks," you reply.

"Okay, Jake is a pretty normal guy so I didn't go for anything too wild," she holds up an armload of plastic garment bags.

You unwrap each in turn and dress as the beautiful redhead watches. First, a pair of white silk stalkings and a silk garter that goes around your waist. Heather admires your long legs as you roll each stocking up to your thighs. The matching white satin panties are a generous cut, but a tight fit. They cover your toned ass almost completely, yet cling tightly enough to deep into your crack.

"So far, so good," Heather comments as you bend over slightly to show her the fit. "You have a great ass."

"Thanks," you reply.

The white lace bra is padded slightly to push your ample breasts into an impressive cleavage. You model it for Heather and she give you an appreciative whistle.

The white blouse is plain, but comfortable, and has a stylish wide collar. You leave it unbuttoned enough to put your assets on display. The gray gingham jacket and matching skirt are professional in style. The skirt goes almost to your knees and is very tight. Walking in it feels a bit awkward.

Finally, Heather has provided you with a pair of black pumps.

"Wonderful," Heather says, "now let me just finish your makeup."

As she is brushing your cheeks with foundation and applying your eyeliner she explains the job in more detail.

"Jake likes to smoke weed in the morning and in the afternoon," she teases your lashes with mascara. "In the morning he likes to smoke in the supply closet in the mail room. In the afternoon the mail room usually clears out, so he smokes in the bathroom there."

Heather applies a thick coats of red lipstick to her lips and you are surprised when she presses her mouth to yours. She holds her lips there for several seconds and gazes into your eyes. Your nipples stiffen against the soft padding of the bra and your tummy flutters with excitement. Just as you part your lips to explore her kiss with your tongue, Heather pulls away.

She looks at you with your eyes half-closed, your lips parted, and your tongue peeking from inside your mouth and she laughs.

"You are a naughty one," she struggles to regain her composure. "I'm flattered to be sure, Joy, but we can't have you messing up you makeup after I just spent ten minutes putting it on."

"I know," you reply. "I've always tended to get a little carried away."

"I see, well...," she snaps the cap back onto the lipstick. "You can choose where you want to 'give Jake a hand', but the sooner the better. Whatever method you want to use is fine by us, just make sure to relieve some pressure."

"What about when I'm done?" You ask, examining your makeup in the mirror.

"Just come report to me and we can work things out from there," Heather says.

"Alright," you declare, "I think I'm ready."

"Great!" Heather gives you a pat on the butt. "Go get him, sweetie!"