Working 9 to 5 - Sex Stories

Working 9 to 5

... Nick looked at the collection open mouthed. “I can’t wear those.” “Anna was quite a girl. She left here to go and work at the new strip joint on the sea front. We knew she had unusual tastes, but I hadn’t realised quite what she was in to. I do miss Anna,” Vincent grinned, “If you’re worried, we can sneak out of the fire exit and no one needs to see you dressed like that. I’ll take you to a shop and we can get you some more appropriate clothes.” Nick didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t sit here all day in just his tights and knickers and he couldn’t walk home in these slutty clothes. “Okay. Come back in ten minutes whilst I get ready.” Vincent got up and left Nick to get ready. He took his shirt off and pulled the top over his head. Off came his shoes and socks to be replaced with the heels. Finally he started on the make-up. Subtle make-up wouldn’t have gone with the clothes so he decided to go for a full tart make-up. He tussled his hair as best he could and here was Nikki. “Wow Nikki! You look ready for anything!” Vincent was standing before her with his mouth open. “You like Vinny? Am I as pretty as Anna?” “Anna? Who’s Anna? Now come on, let’s hit the credit card.” With that Vinny grabbed Nikki and they walked out of the office arm in arm. Vincent opened the fire exit and they slipped down the stairs. Nikki took a deep breath. Yes, she’d dressed in the house many times. Yes, she’d been seen by thousands on the internet doing all sorts of exciting things. But this was her ...

... first time going out dressed like a whore in the daytime. She knew that everyone would be looking at her. She knew that she would be if she was outside as Nick. Vincent guided her towards the local department store. It was like a scene from pretty woman. Vincent walked through the men’s department straight to the women’s. “I thought we were getting me some clothes for the office and to go home in tonight?” “That’s right Nikki. We’re going to get you a couple of business suits, some white blouses, a couple of pairs of court shoes, some silky underwear and a thick jacket – I don’t want you getting a chill on your chest.” “But Vinny, I thought we were getting some trousers.” “No trousers for you Nikki. I like my assistant to be in skirts and heels every day. If you want to do well in the company, you’ll turn up tomorrow in a new suit showing plenty of your long sexy legs. If you’re very good, you can skip the tights in the summer, but otherwise it’s tights and stockings for you young lady.” Nikki just stared at him. He was serious. Vincent was giving her the chance to spend every day living as the women she wanted to be. Not even the chance. He was telling her that she must do it or she’d lose her job. “Okay Vinny, I’m in.” “That’s a good girl. You’re going to be a great assistant.” They left the department store with a dozen bags containing everything that Nikki would need around the office. As a treat Vincent had also brought a black corset, the cutest little black dress and a ...