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Looking in the mirror the next day, it crossed my mind a number of times to wonder what in the world I was wearing. I looked, well, slutty. But something about that didn't seem so bad. In fact, I had a feeling it would help my work, rather than hinder it, although I had no idea why. Had I known what was to come, who's to say whether I would have tried to stay home anyway.
Ring went the doorbell at Lola's studio. The door was once again answered by the beautiful Marie Jet. Nothing odd about her chin, though. I wondered what that was all about yesterday and shrugged inwardly, suppressing a flood of images that clicked, rapid-fire, through my conscious mind. She smiled her melting smile at me again and damn if it didn't have the same effect. Averting my eyes from her gaze, I walked into the studio, aware of my dress, my makeup, and my emotional state. Nothing else seemed to have changed, although the entryway was a bit darker than before. Lola looked up at me benignly and, looking me up and down, smiled and nodded.
"Much better today, dear," she murmered, "very slutty."
I beamed, although why I couldn't imagine. Do employers typically refer to their employees as "slutty?" I didn't think so, but I was still beaming when Marie came out of the dark entryway into full view. If I was slutty, she was positively lascivious. Her 5'10" model's frame was packed into a black, shiny, smooth material from head to toe. 10 small, sharp fingertips shone from 10 openings in the hands of the materials, nails like fire standing out from the black material. Legs molded into the 6" stilettos that held her aloft at the towering height of 6'4" from the ground. She stepped into the lights of the studio and light seemed not to so much reflect off of her but to bend around her. Hair glowing, eyes shining, lips red and full, she positively oozed sex.
"Hello, Susan. Lola and I like your look. Let's take some more photos," she breathed.
Lola stepped forwards, in only a soft, silk robe and a camera. She held it aloft and before I could peel my eyes from Marie and start asking questions, the camera started clicking and the flash started flashing. Commands started flowing and I started "working."
"Susan, arms on your chest."
"Susan, fingers on your breasts."
"Susan, sit on the couch."
"Susan, legs on the coffee table"
Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.
Marie moved in, holding the flash, placing it on the table, pointing it at me. She flowed more than walked, a vision in darkness, and my eyes were lost to the camera. Fixed onto Marie's form as she glided towards the back of the couch, following her as she walked behind my head, lowering her face to within inches of mine, I felt my lips pucker and extend on my own. Her eyes, mere inches from my own held mine until head slid towards my body so that our mouths could intersect in this strange variant of a "69." Her mouth closed onto my lips, locking greedily. Her tongue slid out and my body and mind exploded in desire, my hands rising in lust to run up and down her so-smooth second skin. I felt the outlines of her shoulders and ran my fingers to her breasts, my red nails a strong contrast to the black material that encased her. My fingers traced her breasts, feeling the outlines of the aureoles and nipples as if they were naked and exposed. Her silver-edged fingers slid down my arms to my breasts, barely enclosed in the skimpy fabric, and I sighed. Our tongues intermingled and I was in heaven. I could have stayed that way forever, but apparently Lola had other plans that were not to be directly under our control. A second flash, timed to go off with the first one started firing, strobing, in time with words from that part of the room. Turning my eyes, Lola had shed her robe, her short form powerfully built, with large, full breasts, creamy skin and strong legs. Her eyes almost glowed green as they looked at Marie and my forms, intertwined in love and lust. Lola had other plans.
"Stand, Marie" Flash.
"On your knees, both of you" Flash.
"Turn to face me" Flash.
She walked between us and stood. We turned to face her without thought.
"Lick my pussy, Marie" Flash. Marie's face dove forwards into her spread lips, her tongue working double time, of it's own subconscious, well trained, volition.
"Lick my ass, Susan" Flash. My well done lipstick was gone, wiped unceremoniously on the tight cheeks of Lola's ass as my face buried itself to it's task. Letting my tongue wander, in and out, up and down, tasting only mana by Her commands. Unaware of anything but liquid desire to obey and the lust that comes from obeying Lola. Obeying the flash.
Lola screamed, but did not command us to stop. She screamed several more times and then fell to the couch.
"Stop. Stay still" Flash.
Marie became the most beautiful of statues. I was a distant second. We faced her, immobile, our chins glistening with our saliva, with Lola's juices, with each others saliva. We simply stayed, letting it dry or drip to the ground.
Lola stood, walking behind us. I thought I heard her fastening something on to herself and then she walked back in front of us.
"Marie, service me as you know I like it." Flash.
From my vantage point, about 18" away from the two, I had as good a view of what was to transpire as anyone could have. Still, I couldn't believe my eyes. Lola strode to Marie with a 9" long, black rubber strapon cock that almost glowed. It looked like a part of her, encased in the tight latex panties that supported it, arching proudly away from her body. She was thoroughly transformed. That one piece of rubber changed her from a soft, but toppish woman, to a butch, tough, aggressive,
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