Serve at the after work party

“Can… will you please give me the solvent?” You ask your employees, both of whom snicker.

Alice’s large breasts press into the back of your head as she leans closer, arms wrapped around you. “The solvent? I forgot to get some. But you know what? I’m sure to bring it to our after work party Friday!”

You gulp. You’d started yesterday on a Monday, so you’d have these stuck on four days?! But you thought that wouldn’t be all of it, and Jill soon confirmed. “Oh Friday? Yea, you are hosting at your place right? Do you have anyone to serve the guests yet?”

“You know what, I don’t! Hey, Sissy (that was apparently your go to title now), would you like to be the party maid?”

And there it is. Of course this isn’t ****, they aren’t outright demanding. But you know what you need to do if you wanna be tit free by the end of the month. “Fine.” You say bluntly, assigning yourself to your fate.

“No, that doesn’t sound like eager consent. I guess you’ll miss out on the party. Though with tits like those and an ass like yours, you could get into plenty of parties, right sissy?”

Your never ending blush deepens. They are gonna make you ask to do it… you hate it, but you also know this treatment is getting you flustered in ways you’ve never been before. You close your eyes to **** out what you suspect they most wanna hear. “Please may this sissy serve at the party?”