This choice: Jessica picks up her clothes and shoes and goes to work the next day. • Go Back...Chapter #10At work or at play? by: Unknown Jessica awoke to her alarm clock to find herself both in a circle, each body with its heads in another body's pussies, and lying in bed with James, his four cocks still hard and still buried to the hilt in her cunts. She flexed her vaginal muscles, and smiled as he came to orgasm, once again flooding her insides with his semen.
She eased herself off of her boyfriend and walked naked into the bathroom. She was thankful for James's huge shower. She doubted he ever needed all the space, but she certainly did. She felt amazing as she washed herself, all two hundred and forty hands moving along her bodies, occasionally tweaking a nipple, fingering a pussy or smacking an ass. She squealed with delight whenever she did--that she knew it was coming didn't diminish the pleasure she felt from it.
She pulled on some of her old outfits, grabbed some apples and piled into her new car.
The cordwainer's store was closer, which was just as well, she figured, since her shoes were haphazardly paired. She went in with only one body, wearing her only decent pair of shoes.
Martin greeted her at the door. "Miss Wrigley," he said, looking a bit tired, "your staff are exceptional. I have never been so productive. I beg you to let them stay on with me. I could quintuple my custom in days."
"I will consider the matter, Mr Felicio, and give you my full reply when I collect my full order this evening. In the meantime, if you check your bank balance, you will find that the second instalment has been deposited."
She took the six pairs of shoes she had required be ready for her that morning and found them to be the most comfortable she had ever worn.
Unlike Martin, Raya was unaccustomed to working through the night, even with all the help Jessica had provided. She held a cup of coffee as she opened the door of her shop.
"Good morning, Miss Wrigley," she said, failing to suppress a yawn. "Your suits are ready, and we are roughly a third of the way through the rest of your order. I am unsure whether I will be able to complete it on time--I have not slept in well over a day, and as competent as your staff are, there are some aspects that only I can do."
Jessica was conflicted. On the one hand, she was used to people simply doing what she said, no questions asked. On the other hand, she recognized the demands of the situation, and beyond that, genuinely liked Raya.
"I will bring in more help if you need it, Miss Valquez," she said. "I can have them here in--"
"I do not need more help, Miss Wrigley," said the tailor. "What I need is sleep, but if I sleep, I will not complete your order by the contracted time."
Jessica paused to think. She wanted to retain Raya, but she didn't want to be seen as rewarding people who did not keep their contracts with her. What she should be doing was threat--
Jessica helped Raya stand. The poor woman was clearly about to collapse, and she leaned heavily on Jessica as one of each of their bodies walked into the back room. A glare from Jessica got her employees focused on their work. Soon two more of Jessica's bodies came in with Raya's other bodies.
Jessica unclasped one part of her top on each of her three bodies present, and maneuvered one of Raya's mouths to the exposed nipples. "Drink," she said quietly, and gave her breast the slightest squeeze.
Raya almost gagged as a strong stream of milk flowed into her mouth, but soon relaxed and began swallowing greedily. Jessica let the stream run for about two minutes, then let it taper off and gently pulled Raya off her nipples. As Jessica closed the clasp on her top again, Raya slipped into unconsciousness on the floor.
Jessica squatted, examining Raya closely, making sure there were no adverse reactions to her milk. She could feel her milk inside the other woman, and if there were any poor reactions, it would be easy for her to adjust its composition.
But there were none, and within a minute the milk had its desired effect. Raya stood up, looking as if she had had a long, restful sleep.
"Miss Wrigley," she said as if she had not seen the other woman for hours, "I think you will be pleased to know that my fatigue has gone and I will easily be able to complete your order on time thanks to the help of your excellent staff."
"That is good to hear, Miss Valquez. Now, can you show me the suits you have already made?"
Raya led her to a rack with the suits. They were all in the same dark blue, as Jessica had ordered, with arms for all her forty and buttons marching down the front. A knee-length skirt completed the outfit.
Jessica slipped on one of the jackets after disrobing. She nodded as she used her hair to do up the buttons. Her breasts strained against the indestructible fabric, appearing as if they might burst through it at any time, and indenting it with their huge nipples. The skirt felt taut around her gigantic ass, and she appreciated the breeze around her pussies. She squeezed her breast again, and while she felt milk flow out, she saw no stain on the jacket, proving its absorptive properties. She quickly dressed all her bodies in the other suits.
"Thank you, Miss Valquez. Please check your bank balance and find the second instalment deposited therein. I will tell you whether I wish to retain your services after I collect the rest of my order this evening."
"Thank you, Miss Wrigley, and I look forward to seeing you."
Jessica nodded, piled into her car once again and drove off.
The trip to her office building was entirely uneventful. There was nobody she could shock with a spot of masturbation, and it didn't take long enough for her to reach any sort of decent orgasm. She sighed as she turned into the underground parking lot, displayed her ID--being her first day there, she didn't have an official Lo-Price ID, but the gate guard quickly let her through as he looked her up in the system. She smiled and continued in.
She drove around for a bit, finding that she had numerous reserved seats, one near each entrance to the main part of the building. Knowing she would need an ID card to get anywhere in the building anyway--if she didn't just want to scale it by shooting her hair up, latching onto a terrace, and hauling herself up that way--she parked close to the staircase that would bring her into the lobby.
She went into the security office and presented her ID to the guard. His eyes popped as he realized who she was, and he quickly printed off six ID cards for her. She thanked him and left so that the line which had formed behind her could clear--while yesterday had been the first day that the building had been open, most of the employees had not been required to report until today.
She got in the elevator and exited at six reasonably spaced floors. She deliberately skipped the three hundred and twenty-sixth to three hundred and fifty-third floors, as she did not want to see her personal office until the last. She walked around the building, seeing how it compared to her mental vision of what it should be. There were a few minor details, but nothing worth ruining the architect's reputation over.
Finally she converged on her own office, all six bodies meeting on floor three hundred and twenty-six and walking together around the twenty-eight floors until she reached floor three hundred and fifty-three. There were, of course, no offices above hers; the last forty-seven floors were used for storage.
She wandered around some more, nodding in approval at how each employee had an individual office around the outside of the building, while a communal workspace dominated the centre of each floor, except for those floors, about thirty in all, which were dedicated leisure areas. Employees were only allowed to use them for a certain amount of time per day without special permission, of course. Employees were, however, encouraged to use the various physical activity facilities, such as the building's ten gym floors and seven pool floors, and while their use of such was monitored, limits were not enforced as strictly as those on the leisure areas were.
All in all, the building matched up quite closely to what she had envisioned, and her personal office was identical to her vision. She appreciated that three of the gyms were set aside for employees who, like her, had astounding strength, but even there she knew the heaviest weights would not challenge her. She swam a few laps in one of the pools, first clearing it so that she could go naked, as Raya would not have her swimsuits ready until later, deliberately holding herself back in order that she would not send half the water out of the pool with each stroke.
While there was an executive suite for meals, she did not use it, preferring to eat with some of her employees who took lunch in the building's five-star restaurant as a paid benefit. Besides, she knew she wouldn't have a personal chef for a week or two anyway, so anything she took in her private room would be the same as what was being served in the main area.
She spent the afternoon looking over employee files, picking out anyone she thought was a potential troublemaker, and after a few hours of that quickly set up privacy screens on her office computers so that she could run her business empire from there without Lo-Price Foods knowing anything about it.
At the end of the day, she took one of the personal elevators out of her office, each of which came out near one of her parking spaces, the entrance disguised as she had directed and requiring her voiceprint to activate from the parking lot.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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