Chapter 7: Finale

Waking up comfortably on his back Eric felt happy and moved his hand up

to Becky's hair and stroked it in the dark room, his groggy mind kicking

into gear slowly that no Becky was gone. Lifting his head, he saw Jordan

on his side, head on his chest, hair everywhere and his leg across his

and that Jordan somehow did that and had all the blankets. Slowly

disentangling himself from his friend who let out a little snort almost

waking up before pulling Eric's pillow to his chest to replace the man,

he got up and grabbed some clothes from his dresser before going to get

changed in the bathroom after a nice shower. The hot water poured down

his well-muscled body, Eric didn't work the construction yard like his

employees and supervisor most of the time. Though he was the type of

boss that liked to get in there and help, lead by example type and he

had to stay in shape to be able to do that.

Reaching for his shampoo he shook the bottle; it was almost empty and he

better replace it fast before his sister filled up an open spot in the

shower with more of her stuff. Between Lauren and what was left of

Becky's' soaps and shampoos and lotions he hardly had any room for his

stuff in his own shower.

After a quick shave Eric crept back into the room fully clothed except

his shoes, he moved to his computer chair needing to finish what he

started last night before things got complicated.

Turning on the computer screen he looked back to Jordan to see if the

light woke him up, but he was still sound asleep making little noises.

Without knowing he was doing it Eric smiled from the sight when he

turned back and finished his banking transactions.

Turning the monitor screen back off he crept from the room work boots in

hand and made his way into round two of the don't wake people up living

room addition. He thought he had made it but he heard his sister as he

took the security chain off the door. "Hey!" Lauren said in a whispering

shout, continuing when she saw her brother turn around to face her as

she kneeled on the couch to look over the back towards the door. "You

have a great girl; I like Jordan a lot. You and I need to talk later,

okay?"

Letting go of the chain he walked closer to his sister not wanting to

make enough noise to wake Jordan. "Jordan has a great heart, but you are

right we need to talk. Though later and I will explain everything."

Reaching up over the couch Lauren hugged her brother goodbye giving him

a kiss on the cheek. "I'm here for you." The two held the hug for almost

twenty seconds, Eric enjoying holding his sister. He missed the little

brat he just wished she could have visited another time. All this lying

was getting out of hand and he needed to put an end to it. Eric just

wasn't sure how he was going to tell his little sis that his girlfriend

was actually his best friend who he was ready to kick out from not

paying rent, being lazy and taking advantage of him without having a

good reason for starting the lie with her to begin with. Maybe Jordan

was right that not everything is so simple and sometimes things just get

out of control.

It was O'Dark a clock, but Lauren was awake now so she figured she

should start the day. Going into her brothers' room she went right to

the bathroom and reached for her toothbrush. She had been here for only

a few days and had already claimed part of the bathroom territory.

Spitting and rinsing her mouth out she looked at the ground wrinkling

her nose. "Jordan is a bit of a slob, even my brother puts things in the

hamper. I guess I can get this for them I have to do laundry today

anyhow." Peeling off her clothes Lauren got in the shower staying in

till the water started to run cold, and stepping out onto the tile and

feeling something sticky. "Eww gross," Lauren said as she looked down at

a pair of lace panties under her foot. She had a good idea what she had

stepped on and a cold shiver ran through her as she quickly dried off,

tossing on her panties and throwing open the door. "HEY BLUE EYES, TIME

TO WAKE UP!" The yelling woke Jordan quickly thinking something was

wrong and the sight before him could have been an angel. Lauren stood in

the doorway to the bathroom and the bedroom lit from behind showing off

her body. The co-ed had curves and stood with hands on her hips and he

pretty sure he imagined her long light brown hair was blowing in the

wind. He was still dreaming; this was going to be an amazing lucid

dream.

The moment shattered when the light to the room turned on and he saw the

stern look on her face, but then his eyes drifted down. The only thing

Lauren was wearing was that scowl and a pair of baby blue lace

boyshorts. "Tell me is the goal for you to get pregnant!?" Jordan knew

all the words in the sentence, but nothing she said seemed to add up.

Everything put together just caused his brain to say "Nope, we are done

here." Then shutdown with no more commands for how to respond.

"Well!?" Lauren's voice continued not losing any volume.

"Eric and me, I ahh.. We are not.."

Lauren walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Jordan's

leg, still just as naked as before and still just as not concerned about

it. "Don't try the we aren't having sexy line. You are both adults

living together and sleeping in the same bed. Besides I heard you last

night Jordan as you cried out YEAH and yelling my brother's name. I

don't care that you are having sex, it would be a problem if you two

weren't." Jordan didn't say a word just sat up rigid in bed eyes wide

and biting his lower lip not sure how to proceed with a conversation

about him as Eric's girlfriend having sex and trying to get pregnant.

The doe in the headlights look worked on Lauren though and the sternness

melted. "Look I can tell the two of you are not using protection."

"You can tell?" Jordan finally was able to get his brain going enough to

join the conversation he wanted out of as fast as he could. "You are a

slob missy, leaving panties on the floor with the remains of what the

two of you do for me to see. Also ick, not something I wanted to see or

feel when I stepped on a pair when I got out of the shower.

Jordan looked over to the bathroom trying to rack his brain if had come

in the panties one of the times Tiffany kept touching him or when Lauren

touched him last night. No, He was sure he would have noticed if he had

orgasimed, he was sure of it. Heck right now the only reason Lauren

hadn't noticed his dick at full mast right now was because of the pillow

he held, why couldn't this girl wear a shirt and have some modesty.

Jordan's head was swiveled back to face Lauren as she placed her hand on

her chin pulling her gently back to face her. "I can tell things are

tough for you right now Jordan, you are worried about losing my

brother." Both of those things were true Jordan thought, just not in the

way she was meaning. "But that does not mean you have to try to have a

baby with him. He already loves you, and if that happened, he would do

the right thing but it would be for the wrong reason. "How would you

feel knowing you entrapped him?"

The question was off the mark, but the sentiment hit home in a deep way.

Jordan had already entrapped Eric and he was doing everything he could

to fix it. He just needed Lauren this, this sexy still slightly wet

angel to leave and for him to get paid so he can get out of it.

"It would hurt me, more than you would know," Jordan said in a whisper,

as tears came to his eyes thinking of the mess he had caused.

A familiar hug came to Jordan, from the shirtless girl. Lauren now also

crying for some reason. This all was too much for the poor boy. The only

real thing keeping the secret from getting out right now was still the

pillow that was now squished between the two, and if this kept on too

long, he might lose it here. "I, um need to go to the bathroom," Jordan

said, causing Lauren to let go.

"Eric is right about you Jordan you do have a good heart, you just are

not as clever as you think you are. Now you go tinkle and shower and I

will help you with your hair like I did yesterday. Won't that be fun?"

The chance for freedom was upon him, so Jordan leapt from the bed still

holding the pillow saying "You know us girls, always wanting to play

with our hair." Before turning and dropping the pillow when facing the

other way and dashing into the bathroom slamming the door closed. Lauren

smiled and was glad she had this talk with her, as much as she would

love to be an aunt. Lauren would rather see the two of them happily

married first. Standing from the bed she picked up the pillow and

noticed it was the one from Eric's side of the bed. "She holds it to

herself when he leaves, that is so cute," Lauren said as she tossed the

pillow back where it came from and went back to the living room to get

some clothes on, it was way too chilly in the apartment to stay like

this.

Inside the bathroom Jordan did his best to collect himself before

sitting down to pee. He hated so much of this and sitting down to pee

was at least not one of the worst. It took him a little bit to pee with

how hard he was, but soon he was able to empty his bladder and turn on

the shower. When he was in and the water was nice and steamy Jordan

pulled some of Becky's body wash and started a good lather. When his

hand came to his dick he lingered there, enjoying the soapy

slipperiness. Jordan growing hard again quickly from the pleasure and

over stimulation these last few days have had on him. "Man this feels

good, all these girl clothes have been driving me crazy," Jordan said

touching himself and thinking of how silky the panties have felt on him

and how at time he had to get into the bathroom at work just to re-tuck

feeling the panties rub on him with every step. Or the feeling when

Tiffany pressed her large breasts into his arm as she held him by it or

hugged him. The very things he has taught his body to become aroused

with dating and watching porn was now his life and he couldn't act on

any of it. He was just about to finish when the warm water ran cold. It

had slowly been losing temperature with almost no hot water left.

"EEEP!" Jordan squealed not prepared for the cold water, he was too much

into enjoying himself to pay attention to the water slowly cooling till

it felt like ice on his skin. A cold shower will do wonders to cool or

at least soften a man and Jordan was no different.

Getting out of the shower Jordan felt so pent up, he hadn't had release

for days. In fact, the last time he got off was before he put on any of

Becky's clothes. That last thought gave him pause being reminded of

Lauren saying something about cum in his panties, but it was dashed when

he heard a banging on the door. "Come on sweetie, lets get you beautiful

and ready to face the day!" Jordan was more upset about thinking of the

panties as his than to respond to Lauren. Drying off he had to wrap the

towel around him to go out into the bedroom as he hadn't brought

anything in with him in his dash before.

Looking in the vanity mirror as he stood in the middle of the bedroom

Jordan looked took stock of his image. A high-necked purple satin blouse

with ¾ quarter sleeves, a black skirt that was way too high above his

knees for his taste, sheer black hose and a pair of spiky purple velvet

looking round toe heels that like the day before were way to high. With

a forced smile on his face Jordan touched his softly curled hair seeing

Lauren standing behind himself just as pleased as she could be. He hated

that she even found some dark purple lace panties and lace bra to match

the look.

He got away with not tightening the waist cincher as much, but when

Lauren saw it she seemed mournful saying "Aww sweetie, don't worry we

will get you back to your pre-rut weight. This weekend we will get you a

smaller waisted corset to really work on that figure, and while I'm hear

I will help you diet. It is always easier with others helping." Jordan

left the apartment with his glossy black leather purse, happy to get

away from Lauren before she changed her mind on the outfit. Of course,

he didn't escape with a long hug from the friendly girl and her

mentioning how she was enjoying their bonding time.

Today was Friday and Lauren knew exactly what would make the perfect

capstone for the week. She was going to play a little game of cupid with

her brother and set up the most romantic date for them. Picking up her

laptop she frowned seeing the battery was dead, she was too worked up

last night and forgot to plug it in. Setting it up to charge she went

into her brothers' room and turned the monitor on and it should have

surprised her but it didn't that Eric had the passwords cached for his

bank website that he had on the screen. Her hand moves the mouse to open

a new tab when curiosity got the better of her and she logged into his

account. It looked like him and Jordan did not have a joint account or

at least not one here. Though what she saw was an odd story for his

account balances. Sure, his bank account only had a few hundred dollars

in it and that would track with how he and Jordan have been fighting

about money, but he was doing well with his savings. Expanding the list

under savings she pieced it together, money had been tight because he

had been putting money into a savings account titled wedding. It looked

like her big brother had setup his salary to be split between a checking

account, a savings account and a second savings account for a wedding he

wanted to be able to afford. "You big lug, I can see you are trying to

do the right thing. Jordan doesn't sound like she has much of a family

to help with the costs for this, but he should know that the poor girl

is blaming herself for not working till this new job." Lauren got a

little misty-eyed thinking how her brother wanted to surprise his bride

to be with the wedding she dreamed of and thought she couldn't afford

it. "Well I know how to fix this!" She said as she opened a new browser

going to flowers.com and ordering a dozen red roses for Jordan to go to

her work this afternoon. Writing on the card "Things are tough, but will

get through this together."

"Step one complete, we got this!" Lauren praised herself.

"Now for a venue" Lauren said as she looked for places, she thought were

swanky and romantic. "Hmm this one is pricy, but it fits what I want for

them. Eleven Madison Park, soaring ceilings, marble walls and dramatic

windows, it is one of the country's most expensive restaurants at around

three hundred and thirty-five dollars a person before alcohol, but they

also will not have to pay for parking. Oh and no tipping! Prepare

yourself girl you are going to be wined and dined tonight, enjoy the

whole experience of four-hour dining. It is expensive, but we are

talking about getting the two of them back on track." Typing away at the

keyboard Lauren did a little more research, a place like this would be

hard to get into. "It looked like the New York times did a piece on the

location a few years ago, some little white lies for a good cause

wouldn't hurt. Let's see if I can do this." Pulling out her phone Lauren

sent some information over to one of her coworkers who owed her a favor.

She tried to do things on her own, but every once in a while she would

get those, she helped to return the favor. After working out the details

she gave Eleven Madison Park the listed front of house manager a call on

his personal line. "Good morning, yes I'm with the New York times and we

were giving you a call to see if this location wanted to do a follow up

piece to the article we posted a few years ago."

"Yes, you would?"

"Oh good, no I'm afraid next week won't due at all. Our reviewer wanted

a last-minute appointment."

"Why? To make sure you don't have time to prepare something special just

because they are showing up."

"You believe this is unusual?"

"Well, if you check in the main office, you should have gotten a fax

about this this morning."

"Yes, I will hold."

"You, have it?"

"Oh I agree with you, who uses a fax machine in this day and age. Course

this is a newspaper."

"Yes, seven O'clock tonight would be perfect."

"His name is Eric; Eric Morrison and he will be having a date with him."

The manger on the other end hung up and Lauren had a big toothy grin on

her face.

"Step two done!"

For the rest of the morning and early afternoon Lauren moved about in

the master bedroom trying to pick out the perfect outfits for the

couple. Her brother's selection was much easier. She picked out a nice

suit that looked like it hadn't been worn in a while and still had the

dry-cleaning bag around it. Some socks, nice shoes and red tie to match

his date. For Jordan it took much longer to make sure everything would

be just right. A red split front mermaid style dress, garter belt, nude

thigh high stockings with lace trim to connect to them, a pair of five-

inch strappy sandal heels, a black bustier corset and a sexy pair of

lace red thong panties. She was surprised she couldn't find a jewelry

box, while she knew Jordan hadn't been wearing any earrings or jewelry,

she can tell her ears were pierced, it was odd. So she went to her

suitcase and figured she would loan her a pair of her dangling earrings,

a nice bracelet and a gold pendant that she had gotten from her mom.

"She is going to kill in this outfit, once I we put her hair up to show

off that slender neck of hers." Laying all the clothes for Jordan on the

bed she covered them with the blanket, leaving the shoes at the foot of

the bed and then brought her brothers suit out to the living room,

hanging it up.

"Step three complete!"

Pulling out her phone she called her brother. "Don't have time to talk

sis, in the middle of something."

"If you took the time to answer, you have the time. This is important!"

"This weekend we are going shopping, you have two options. One you come

with us, I would love to have you with us all day at the mall or Two you

stop by the atm and pick us up some cash."

"Nope, not going to happen. So how much do you need?" Eric said wanting

this line of thought gone. He remembered going shopping with his mother

and sister when they were little. It was never something he enjoyed and

would rather never do it again. He was willing to throw Jordan on that

grenade.

"Say a few hundred, or whatever you can spare."

"Lauren.. That is a lot of money."

"That's fine big bro, I just figured you would want me out of your hair

and the more you give me the longer we can be away."

"Good arguments, deal. Now I really do have to go, is there anything

else?"

"You can go back to work, but you have plans for tonight."

"Sure, you got it, see you later," Eric said as he hung up.

Sliding her phone into her back pocket Lauren did a little dance as her

phone beeped. Pulling it back out she saw the confirmation for the

reservation in the email account her friend setup for her along with

sending the fax. "Oh this just got better, I didn't even think that they

were going to comp the meal for the review! I just might be the best

planner ever."

Eric shook the hand of one of his foremen and wished him a good weekend

before grabbing a few folders from his desk and heading out the door. He

had a few hours of work to do this weekend and giving Lauren some cash

just might be worth it to get her out of his hair when he had to do some

work from home. Stopping by the bank for cash was easy enough and he

might need to spend a little cash for his last errand for the day to get

things done. Driving down the road Eric's thoughts were of Jordan. Not

the accidental footjob he was getting the night before, but of how he

felt sorry for his friend. Things had gotten out of control, but he was

to blame for what is happening now too. If he hadn't threatened to kick

him out everything would be different. If he didn't push him so hard,

they wouldn't be pretending to be a couple and lying to his sister.

"Fuck I can't believe first night in she told mom I was seeing someone,"

Eric said as his thoughts drifted to his sister and how she was making

this worse while doing her best to help him. "If I tell her the truth,

she will tell mom. No chance she won't flip out."

This wasn't exactly the busy season at work, but he had more than enough

on his plate without his sister or Jordan's issues coming back on to

him. Eric's mind was in turmoil thinking of the things he could have

done to stop this, or how many times Jordan made things worse. "I can't

tell Lauren what is going on, if I do that it could make things worse

for Jordan. He makes enough problems without me creating one for him. "I

just have to think of what I am going to tell her.. I did say I would

tell her everything. Shit, something to think on, I guess. For now, at

least let's see if I can solve this issue, she got us into.

Pulling into a parking spot at the front of his apartment complex Eric

got out of the car double checking his wallet for the cash for his

sister and cash to bribe the maintenance man before walking inside up to

the counter. Signing in he listed he wanted to talk to Frank about the

repairs in his apartment.

The office girl behind the counter smiled at him when she read it. "He

should be right with you Mr. Morrisson, but while I have you, I wanted

to talk to you about your rent."

Eric smiled at the pretty blonde with green eyes. "Is there a problem? I

paid the rent this morning."

"Sir, I have good news for you, not bad news. Everyone likes a little

good news on a Friday. With the water leak in the unit it seems it

affected the floor below you too and yes that is good news for you at

least. As it was determined to be an at fault issue we are lowering the

rest by two hundred dollars this next month. A small amount compared to

the pricing here I know, but you know the rates in the city! The best

part of the news is that the issue happened to coincide with when we

figure out if rent will be going up for when you resign your lease. You

see the system sees the discount as a lower rent and it was determined

for you at least sir that rent would not being going up."

"It doesn't go up every year, but that is good news. I'm happy to not

pay more if I can help it," Eric smiled back at the girl.

"I don't think I was clear, let me try again. The computer sees your

rent as two hundred dollars lower for when they are calculating rent and

because it is not going up. That means for you Mr. Morrison, when you

sign another year lease the rent will be two hundred dollars cheaper!"

"That might be the best thing I have heard all day; I could just kiss

you!"

The girl blushed "Maybe coffee instead?" she asked hopefully.

He didn't actually mean what he said, but the prospect of going out on a

date with the pretty blonde made this even better. Of course, he

couldn't do that while he was playing pretend house.

"Listen." Eric looked down at her name tag. "Sarah, I have company in

town for a bit and my sister is a handful. I would love to, but maybe a

raincheck?"

Sarah continued to blush and quickly wrote down her phone number on the

back of a card and handed it to him. Eric continued to stand there and

talk with Sarah for a few minutes before Frank came to the front.

Frank was still in his overall uniform his bald head sweaty and it just

gave the older man a look of being slimy. "We good now, sister took care

of our umm friendship."

Eric was used to negotiators at the job with hard men and Sarah just

gave him an extra ace in the hole.

"Frank, things are not taken care of. "

Eric stood up straight to his full height, no slouching. "You took

advantage of my situation to get yourself something a little extra, that

is aggravating to be on the other side of it. You know what though, I

can respect wanting to get something for yourself. The two of us have an

issue now though."

Frank took a step back "No issue, is good we good."

"No Frank, we have an issue. You came and blackmailed my sister, that is

a big issue Frank. She doesn't even have a claim to any of the things

you took from that room Frank. That would be called theft Frank."

Panic set in on Frank and it was clear to see on his face. "What would

happen if I told Sarah over there what happened. The worst thing that

happens to me is I have to find a new place to live. You though Frank,

you could be arrested for grand theft Frank. I am going to need all the

things you took from that room and do it now Frank."

"No, no, noo I am. I sold the computer and music instrument, rest thrown

out. Everything else bad, from water. I have the money from it though,

you take and maybe we forget."

Eric held out his hand to Frank like the man had done to him the first

time they met. Reluctantly the older man pulled out his wallet and

started to count out the bills. Soon Eric was putting an extra two

thousand dollars into his wallet. He wasn't sure what that keyboard was

worth, he only knew it was expensive. "We are good now Frank."

With that Eric left the building smiling, Friday was turning out to be a

good day.

At work before Jordan could sit at his desk Janet marched up to Jordan.

"So, did you have a fun night little airhead?"

"...I guess so."

"No, no, be more enthusiastic. Oops, smaller words. Be happier,

sweetheart. Now, try again. Have you been a good little airhead?"

Jordan forced a sarcastic smile on his face, "Like, totally. I, like,

watched a movie with my boyfriend and totally didn't wanna die at all!"

"Well, that's good, pumpkin." Janet ignored his obvious sarcasm for now.

"Have you been texting how I've told you?"

"Yes."

"Let me see your phone."

"...why? I text you, like, how you said," Jordan groaned, this was now

how he wanted Tiffany to rub off on him.

"I said hand it over, girly." Jordan recognized her tone, she was not

playing around. Reluctantly he handed over his phone. Knowing Jordan so

well, it was a simple matter of unlocking his phone and finding his most

recent texts. "You lied to me."

"N-not really. I-"

"So, if you didn't lie then you're really too stupid to understand what

I meant." Jordan hung his head in shame, he once again found himself

between a rock and a hard place. "I can remedy that." She waited for a

moment before snapping at him. "Bite your lip dumb dumb. Anything bigger

than two syllables is too hard for a bimbo like you." Jordan bit his lip

pretending he had to think about such a simple word. "And there." She

handed his phone back to him as her own pinged.

Jordan looked at his phone and saw she had sent a group message to

herself and Tiffany. The message read, "hi bestie" accented with kisses

and hearts "can u like cum hlp me?!! My typing suuucks!" A frightened

and confused emoji punctuated the end of the simple message.

"Why?"

"Because this way you'll get plenty of practice typing like the bimbo

you are."

"I'm not-"

"You said it yourself, all secretaries are bimbos."

"I'm an administrative assistant," he countered weakly.

"Oh sweetie, those are too many big words for you. Try again."

"I...I'm, like,...a secretary."

"Good. Now your punishments."

"Punishments?" She glared at him and he bit his lip in response. "I

thought the group chat was?"

"Oh no, dear. That's training. Every morning you will take two of these

vitamins when you get here and two before you leave work." She produced

two blank pill bottles.

"What do they do?"

"They'll help you lose weight and clear up your skin. Speaking of, come

with me." Janet dragged Jordan to the ladies' room once again to check

his corset. "I knew it." She tore Jordan's blouse from his skirt and

pulled it off completely. "I'd suck it in if I were you." Before he

could respond he felt the corset tighten forcing the air out of his

lungs. Janet replaced his blouse, buttoning all but the top two buttons

exposing Jordan's minimal cleavage. "There."

"It's hard to breathe."

"Then I suggest you work on your waistline. No more jumbo burgers."

Janet set out a small bag on the countertop. "Here." She unzipped the

bag and revealed several bottles of nail polish. "I see you've obviously

had your nails done, that's good. But tonight you will practice doing it

yourself. You will paint your fingernails and toenails tonight and when

you come in Monday I expect a great job. I'd wear something with an open

toe too."

Jordan sighed, "Fine." Janet gave him a disapproving look and he

corrected himself, "Like, sure!"

"Before I go, I expect you to message Tiffany multiple times a day to

discuss what you like about the heels you've seen on Reddit or the sexy

cosmo tips you've learned. I expect at least 12 before you go home at 5

o'clock."

"Really?!"

"Yes really!" She growls. "Do you want to be found out? If you get

caught I'm on the hook because of you. And if you don't think I won't

have a way to cover my ass and leave you twisting in the wind you can

guess again."

Jordan was shocked, Janet didn't even sound that mad when they broke up.

It was simply too much hot sauce on the shit cake his life had become

and he couldn't help but tear up. Janet sighed and took a tissue out of

her purse. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't do this on purpose, it may seem

mean but I am really trying to help you too."

Jordan sniffed and dabbed at his eyes, trying not to ruin his makeup, as

he fought back tears, "You're not gonna just leave me twisting in the

breeze?"

Janet hugged her ex, "Hey, I still care about you. I don't want you to

go to prison either. Okay?" Jordan sniffed as he hugged her back. "You

have to trust me I have a plan." She kissed his cheek gently rubbing his

back.

A few minutes later they left the bathroom looking no worse for wear

when they met Tiffany sitting on Jordan's desk, her silky smooth legs

crossed in a manner that invited onlookers and more. "Jodie!"

"He-hey."

"You can do better than that. Jodie." Janet elbowed Jordan.

"Tiff!" Jordan forced a smile to his face and cheer in his voice.

"Honestly," Janet sighed, "I love you but you really need to build your

confidence up sweetie." Unexpectedly, Tiffany hugged Jordan, he briefly

enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pushed against his chest. Tiffany had

decided no matter what she would help her bestie gain confidence in the

beautiful and sexy woman she was.

"Well, I need to get going. You girls have fun. Oh, Jodie, don't forget

to take your medicine."

"Is she sick?"

"Nothing like that, the silly goose just forgot to take her vitamins.

She'd forget her head if it wasn't screwed on tight." Tiffany giggled

and Janet pretended to think for a moment before taking Tiffany's hand

and pulling her aside, whispering conspiratorially. "You're Jodie's

bestie right?"

"Oh, yes ma'am. Like, definite besties."

"Good, then can you do me a favor so she doesn't lose these." She passes

the two blank bottles to Tiffany, "Make sure she takes two from each

bottle when she gets here in the morning, and two before she leaves. Can

you do that for me?"

"For sure! You are, like, the best helping Jodie."

"Well, I care about her. She's like a little sister to me." Janet sighed

slowly as if something weighed heavy on her heart. "I don't know how I'm

going to help her build up her confidence though," she lied.

"I could, like totally, help with that. I was just thinking about that!"

"Really? Well, you know what they say about great minds."

"No. What?"

"...Anyway, just teach her how to be confident and sexy, and if she

gives you any guff just let me know."

"Can do!"

"That's my girl." A devilish grin crept across Janet's face.

After Janet left, Jordan was finally able to sit at his desk and take

some pressure off of his feet. Tiffany of course wouldn't let Jordan get

away with not taking the vitamins Janet left. When he tried to take the

bottles after he had taken them hoping he could try and see what they

were when Tiffany snatched them away. That's when she told her about

Janet's request of her.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it."

"Oh, she looked super serious to me." With that Tiffany pocketed Jodie's

pills somewhere in her purse. "Now, you said you need help typing?"

"I don't know. Maybe," Jordan lied. He knew he didn't need any help

typing. For fun, he timed himself one day to see just how fast he typed

and found he could type 95 words a minute.

"Let's see." Tiffany took out the first memo he was meant to type up.

Trying to type the same way he normally did proved impossible. With his

longer press on nails, his attempt was filled with typos and grammar

errors from hitting the wrong keys. "Well, that's okay, Jodie. Spelling

isn't exactly my strong suit either. Lucky the computer catches most of

em'." Before Jordan could blame it on his nails "Here let me show you a

trick."

What followed was an excruciatingly slow lesson in hunt and peck style

typing. "Okay, Jodie," Tiffany smiled, "now you try." Jordan rolled his

eyes at the lessons and copied her slow pecking on the keyboard. "See,

you're getting it." Jordan burned with embarrassment, he was a trained

and educated programmer, now he was reduced to a brainless bimbo barely

capable of typing simple sentences.

"Yay me," Jordan said with no hint of sarcasm and walked over to a file

cabinet. Putting the files in their appropriate places proved a

difficult task with his new nails as well.

"Jodie?"

God how he hated that nickname, "What?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm...fine." He was not. He was in a skirt and heels and his junk was

forced back by ungodly pantyhose.

"It's just..." Tiffany thought for a minute before a brilliant idea

emerged in her spacious mind. "Don't your feet hurt?"

"Well...yeah. But what can ya do? I'm in heels."

"So am I, but my feet don't hurt."

"They don't?"

Tiffany shook her head, her dangling earrings swinging side to side,

"Want me to show you a trick to walking so your feet don't hurt?"

"God, yes," Jordan begged all too eagerly. How other women dealt with

heels all day was beyond him.

"Watch." Tiffany took short slow strides, her heels clicking across the

floor, her beautiful bubble butt swaying back and forth attracting the

attention of any male watching her, Jordan included. "See, it's that

easy."

"But...I-I, like, don't see how that'd help my feet," he lied, he knew

it would only draw more unwanted attention.

"I don't know how either, but a doctor once told me it'd help and he was

right on the money."

Jordan thought for a moment and realized Tiffany was too dumb to lie to

him and get away with it, so he attempted taking his first mincing steps

from the file cabinet to Tiffany. While his walk wasn't close to

Tiffany's level by far he still managed to wiggle his butt with each

step. "How's that?"

"Try this." For the next fifteen minutes instead of working, the two

office bimbos spent their time strutting around the office. Tiffany

giving Jordan tips along the way, how to hold his hand on his hip, how

to sit in a skirt, how to stand out of his chair without revealing 'too

much', how to hold his shoulders back and chest forward giving the added

bonus of putting his bosom first and foremost along his walk.

"You're getting the hang of it, like, really great."

Jordan smoothed his skirt as he sat down as Tiffany had shown him.

"Thanks. I should, like, probably get back to work."

"Okay cutie, I'll see you later." Tiffany hugged her friend, Jodie,

wrapping her arms around her friend and nearly smothering her in her

large breasts. As she pulled away, Tiffany felt bad shoving her large

assets in Jodie's face as she walked away.

Jordan worked all morning, checking his makeup as he was reminded to do

by his alarm. He took a moment to message Tiffany through the group chat

about heels and the least offensive cosmo tips he could find. Tiffany

would respond giddily of course completely unaware he was being forced

to respond in kind. Later, he opened an email from Mrs. Bridgette asking

if "she" would come to see her after lunch. Jordan bounced his knee

nervously, 'did she find out?! No, not possible...unless...what if

Tiffany told her she had to teach me how to walk in heels? Janet was

right." Jordan sighed, pecking away at the keyboard. 'I just have to

last until I find something better."

Just before lunch, Adam Wesker called Jordan into his office once again.

"Ms. Applebottom." Adam smirked devilishly. "I would appreciate it if

you helped me prepare for the meeting today."

"Oh. Of course, Mr...Adam." Jordan forced a smile on his face.

He sat gingerly on Adam's desk, smoothing out his skirt as he sat down.

"Now, this being your first meeting I'm going to give you some tips on

how you can help me out." Jordan quieted a shudder as he sat beside him

placing a meaty hand on Jordan's knee. "You'll need to take notes of

course, and bring us drinks or food if we need anything. Do you think

you can handle that?"

"Of co-" Jordan bit back on his pride once more, "Like, I mean, sure.

Adam, I just, like, wanted to thank you, for, like, giving me a chance

to work with you." Jordan traced his fingers on top of Adam's arm with

the best fake, and eager, smile he could muster. If Mrs. Bridgette found

anything weird, he needed someone in his corner...as disgusting as it

made him feel.

"Thank me, huh?"

"Yeah...I thought...maybe..." 'oh god I'm gonna hurl' "like, I could do

something that would, like, show how very thankful I am."

Jordan's crimson finger tips lightly trailed up Adam's arm, doing his

best not to show a grimace. "You like feel so tight Adam," Jordan said

slipping off the desk and thankful he could still think on his feet, his

sadly high heeled feet. Doing this got the jerks hands off him and no

chance of a repeat from yesterday, something he never wanted to

experience again. Adam's eyes lingered hungerly on Jordan as he walked

behind him, the nail of his index finger trailing over his shoulders

before Jordan leaned in gripping both of his shoulders. His crimson

tipped fingers squeezed the man's shoulders, once and then twice before

he leaned in saying "You are tense, let me help release that for you."

Jordan could remember Janet doing this to him, rubbing his sore muscles

and running her nails on his back and as pleasant as it was and how he

was like melted butter in her hands, he was sure it would work on him

to. Adam for his part still sitting on the edge of his desk felt the

girls' warm hands rub his muscles and her nails trail down his back, he

let out a deep "Mmmm." She had just started and he could already feel

the effects, he wondered if she was watching him and knew he was sore

from his morning workout. It would make sense with how she was acting

all morning, strutting past his office window all morning, sitting down

slowly each time so he could see her ass each time or how she constantly

was touching up her makeup at her desk where he could see, all of it to

turn him on, this girl may not be smart, but she knew how her sex appeal

worked.

Adam felt the fingers gliding down his back and then up again, stopping

only slightly in places to squeeze or press into his muscles with those

nails. In the reflection of his window that looked out into the office

he could just make out Jordon biting her lower crimson glossy lip and he

thought how turned on she must be just like him. Glancing down at his

watch he saw how close he was to his afternoon meeting. "Fuck it, they

don't need drinks and food," Adam said standing and craning his head to

the side causing his neck to crack. He winked at Jordan and stood next

to her pulling his office chair all the way out. "Enough teasing girl,

we don't have much time before the meeting starts. Climb under the

desk."

Standing there in confusion Jordan didn't move, like a doe in

headlights, he thought he was doing everything just right. Then it truly

occurred to him. Yes, he was putty in Janice's hands, but he had been

made incredibly horny from it, but he wasn't the aggressive type like

Adam. Jordan had just made things worse for himself and actively turned

on another man, his breathing was coming more rapidly with shallow

breaths and he didn't know what to do. Should he flee as fast as his

heels would take him? No answer came, but what did was Adam breaking him

out of his stupor when he felt the man's hand at the base of his back

moving him to where he wanted him to be. Adam shifted the girl who was

he could see biting her lip and practically panting with desire. "Down

you go Applebottom, scoot all the way back."

Once Jordon was on his knees under the desk with panic in his eyes all

he could do was look up to watch Adam, his boss and torturer sit in his

expensive office chair and roll forward trapping him in a prison that he

didn't even fight to get out of. "Hurry up darling, before the meeting

starts.'' The seated man said looking down between his legs just able to

make out one of the sexiest sights he has ever witnessed outside a

porno.

The very idea of having to do this was revolting on so many levels, but

the fright of getting caught brought wind to Jordan's sails causing him

to act. Not only did he need to do this, he needed to do the best he

could to get this man off before anyone came into the office. Hunched

over on his nylon encased knees Jordan reached forward with both hands,

both placed on the executive's inner thighs on each side, the red nails

a contrast to the man's dark pants. Both sliding up towards the man's

groin and visible bulge. One hand stops on the seam of the pants cupping

the balls and rubbing just slightly was the other unbuckles him and

lowers the zipper. Reaching into his pants Jordon cringed as he wrapped

his fingers around another man's member and pulling it free. This was

the second time he had another man's dick this close to his face both

times in this very office. Taking a deep breath Jordan blew lightly on

the tip of the dick before him, one hand at the base the other now

holding the man's balls that were free from his trousers. Flexing one

finger at a time Jordon massaged the scrotum before positioning the cock

as he brought it to it to his lips kissing the tip and then kissing

again just below the head. Opening his mouth wider Jordon closed his

eyes as he run tapped the engorged member to his tongue and then running

it up from the base to the tip. The groan from above told Jordan he was

doing a good job, a good job as a cocksucker, the idea was embarrassing,

emasculating and disgusting.

Needing this to be done Jordan took Adam's cock into his mouth sucking

lightly on the tip as he ran his long nails that were finally good for

something across his sac. Sucking lightly on member Jordon leaned more

into it it, feeling the fleshy thing go deeper into his mouth just a

little bit at a time before pulling back and starting again, every third

or fourth time licking it and then continuing. As the phallus went

deeper, he increased the suction. This was entirely different from the

first time where Adam had face fucked him, this time it was all him and

as much as he wanted to keep his eyes closed, he had to at least open

them a little to see what he was doing. Seeing this sight through the

heavy mascara covered lashes was what he would imagine what hell looked

and felt like. He needed to somehow take his mind off what was going on,

what he was doing so he started to think of a blow job Janet gave him

once where they were at a fondu place sitting in a booth when she

climbed under the table hidden by the table cloth to give him a blow job

after he pleaded with her. Picking up the pace Jordan took more and more

in rapidly causing slurping noises to come out, he could feel Adam

getting close. His balls were tightening; he was almost done with this

personal hell when Jordon felt Adam reach below and forcibly slow him

down and the reason for it became clear and still with a cock in his

mouth on his knees under a desk Jordon heard to male voices in the

office.

One voice called out "Hey Adam, how are you doing? Where is that hot

piece of ass you mentioned? Me and Roger here were looking forward to

the eye candy for the meeting you promised."

"Sorry lads, she is around taking care of something else for me today.

Perhaps another time."

Jordan heard Adam speak over him, as he just knelt there not moving,

with a cock in his mouth, one hand around the base of it and other

absentmindedly still running his fingers across the sac in his hand.

Adams hand gently pulled Jordon down more onto his manhood and pulled

her back slowly indicating he wanted the act fellatio to continue and

the pace he was to take. The dick slid in and out of his mouth now again

though this time much slower and he had to try his best not to make any

sound. Jordan had really given it his all to try and give the best blow

job he could to avoid this exact situation. What would happen if he got

caught, would Adam make him service the other men in the room too? Would

he be reported to HR and an investigation started where he was found out

to be a man and then thrown in jail.

The much slower pace allowed Adam to be much calmer in his act that

nothing was out of the ordinary, though he had to pretend a few grunts

was just him trying to fight off a minor chest cold. Jordan did his best

to keep his mind anywhere, but here on what he was doing with sliding

his tongue left and right under the base of the man's head before

pulling it deeper in, but no mental fortitude existed for Jordon that

could distract him from when Adam pulled him all the way down lips to

balls as a geyser of cum shot down his throat and dripped back down into

his mouth. The grip on the back of his dark-haired head was loosened so

he didn't choke, but not enough for him to remove the invader in his

mouth. The salty cream that was almost as thick as icing one might have

on a cinnamon roll, still warm filled his mouth lingering and even

swallowing it felt like it was stuck permeating every one of his taste

buds. Jordan knelt there like that unsure of what was happening outside

his prison, not paying attention to the meeting just lost in his own

mind and revulsion. Not sure of how long he was like that, it could have

been less than a minute or been twenty the hand behind his head let go

and he could finally pull back, his mouth released for its duties, but

he was still stuck where he was.

He was able to come back to his senses when he heard one of the two men

speak up. "Alright we can take the ball from here and circle back around

to you maybe mid next week, and I expect you to let us see this new girl

of yours. If you keep her hidden too long, I might think she is

something worth keeping and cash in some favors to have a petition, go

through to have Ms. Applegate moved under me."

The group seemed to laugh and left the room and Jordan was ready for his

freedom. He rubbed on his jaw as it hurt worse than his knees or his

back from hunching over for this long. The expectation was for Adam to

roll his chair back, but he didn't. Instead, Jordan just saw one of his

hands under the desk point back to his groin and the words "I'm ready

for round two."

A tear ran down Jordan's cheek and he did what he had to do, leaning

forward and started this mess all over again. He almost had a heart

attack when he heard Adam talking thinking someone else came into the

office when he realized the man was on the phone and at first, he could

only hear one side of the conversation before it was put on speaker

phone.

"Ah yes, Mrs. Gunther I wanted to talk to you about my new secretary

Jordan."

"Oh no she is doing fine, in fact that is why I wanted to call you."

The phone clicked over to the speaker for Jordan to hear it all while

Adam grabbed the back of his head to force Jordan to pick up the pace.

The hand didn't leave, it stayed guiding him and keeping the cock

sucking secretary that he had become on task.

"Adam you are such a good man always keeping me up to date on my girls,

I appreciated the email you sent me the other day. In fact, because of

your glowing recommendation Jordan is getting a little pay bump. I was

going to tell her when she came to see me after lunch, and make sure she

felt like she was fitting in," the voice of Mrs. Bridget Gunther said

with a small twang in her voice.

"That is exactly why I was calling you, I wanted to update that

recommendation. She has been fitting in just fine, knows exactly how to

get my attention and see to all of my needs here. Jordan even sat in on

a meeting today and without her it would have gone much differently. She

made the difference in turning a boring meeting about quarterly

projections for a client that I would rather run from my office from

into one where I just couldn't get out of my chair." With the word chair

Adam forced the now smeared crimson lips all the way to the base of his

shaft and holding it for a second before letting up, but bringing it

back to that same position every few head bobs.

"That is just lovely to hear, simply lovely. I knew she would be a good

fit here and it was the right call to have her put under you for her

first thirty days. Reports like this will allow me to keep bringing her

starting pay up and if she keeps impressing you, I just know she will be

able to hit the salary cap for girls in the pool before she has to go to

normal wage structure after her first thirty days. When I see go getters

like her it just makes me with, we could also give merit increases or

bonuses. You are a good man good man taking your time to look after

someone starting out like her. You just tell me if there is ever

anything I can do for you."

"I appreciate you Mrs. Gunther and all you do for us, if it wasn't for

you those nasty rumors of my last secretary could have ruined my

reputation, but you stepped in and took care of the issue helping me and

allowing me to earn what is it now. I think just over thirty million

this quarter for the company, I think. Well, I will send her on down to

you on the tenth floor shortly. She is just finishing up lunch now. Not

even sure if she ever really eats, I know here she only ever has liquid

lunches. Alright I gotta go, have something to finish up. Bye now Mrs.

Gunther.

The phone call was over and Jordan could see Adam looking down at him.

"Almost done now, you just keep using those sweet lips of yours taking

care of me and I will keep taking care of you."

A few more tears came down Jordan's face as ever so reluctantly did his

best to get Adam off a second time. With the second influx of cum into

his stomach that day he was finally free. Adam pulled his chair back and

helped him to his feet. "You are a dream girl Ms. Applebottom, now go

fix up your makeup and go to HR," Adam said as he adjusted his pants and

gave Jordan a slap on the ass walking by.