Over the years, she had chipped through all my defenses, my fear of dealing with strangers, with her bubbly enthusiasm. She had made me feel welcome. "You look... different."
"I feel different," I said and hugged her with fierce passion. She stiffened at that and then embraced me back. I felt the warmth of her. My futa-dick twitched as I ground it against her.
"Eh... this is nice," she said. "But, um, what is that digging into me."
"My futa-cock," I said and broke the hug. I smiled at her and then shoved my panties in her face.
She gasped for a moment and then she groaned, breathing in the smell, falling under my mind-control. She swayed there for a moment, inhaling my musk. She let out such rich and throaty sounds that were an utter delight to listen to.
"Wow," she said. "That scent is a rush."
"I know," I said. "It's why I'm so confident. Kyra, you're such a wonderful woman. I'm going to do something special for you. I want you to think about any woman you know, any woman at all, that you want to be your lesbian sex slave. I'll make sure she's yours."
"Oh, wow," she said. "My own lesbian sex slave..." She blinked. "What will she do for me?"
"Lick your pussy, massage your back. Whatever you want her to do." I smiled at my friend. "Take some time and think about it. It has to be someone I can speak to, though, so don't say Margot Robbie or anything."
"Oh, right," she said. "A lesbian sex slave... I've never had a woman eat my pussy before."
"You'll love it," I said and kept moving.
Maybe I should give these panties to Kyra for being such a great friend, but they deserved to belong to someone more dynamic. Someone who would use them to their fullest. Someone driven and powerful. I shuddered as I strode through the cubicles.
"Good morning, Mildred," said Minako. The Japanese secretary gave me a soft smile. "This is a surprise. Do you need anything?"
"Need to speak to Ms. Pearce," I said, panties clutched in my hand. "I have something for her that she needs to see right away."
"Oh, well, let me call and see if she can see you. She's on the phone right now, so it'll be a few..." Minako's words trailed off as I marched forward with confidence. "Mildred?"
"I don't have time to waste," I said, my futa-cock throbbing.
I thrust open the door to find Athena Pearce sitting at her desk on a leather chair. An executive's chair. It radiated power, just like the dark furniture, the shelves with the books, the small liquor cabinet, and the large windows looking out at the city. She spoke on the phone, her eyes narrowing on me.
She wore her black hair in a professional manner, her face serious and beautiful all at the same time. Lips a vibrant red. Her gaze swept over me. Normally, I would be quaking at such scrutiny, but I had my panties.
"I have to call you back," she said and hung up. "Mildred, what are you doing? Is this more of your... conditions at work."
"Yes," I said and tossed my wet panties at her.
To be continued...
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