Hostile Takeover

The brutal humidity of midsummer hung heavily in the air. The afternoon was bearable thanks to a light breeze and the large table umbrella shielding them from the sun. Audrey and Samantha sat in the quad; a communal area for eating, breaks and company picnics. The large commons was an oasis of nature in the otherwise stifling commercial office environment. The quad was dotted with trees, benches, flower gardens, cobblestone paths and numerous tables for the employees of various companies to use.

Samantha had joined Morningstar Insurance Corp a few months ago. It was Audrey who’d vetted her in the second interview. The short blonde with perky B-cups was Vice President of the company and held veto power over all personnel decisions. She wielded that authority with an iron fist and accepted nothing but the best from anyone working below her in the hierarchy. Samantha knew they’d be fast friends after Audrey joked about “morning star” being a beautiful view of a faraway planet, but also a spiked melee weapon from medieval times. It was the perfect name for a modern insurance company.

As a tall, dark-haired Latina with massive E-cups, Sam was in many ways Audrey’s opposite. Their breast size and skin tone weren’t the only way anatomy set them apart. Samantha was a futanari and she’d made little effort to hide it on the job. Within weeks of joining the firm, nearly everyone who worked there had seen the sizable bulge in the front of Sam’s skirts and pant suits.

This had caused some to steer clear of her at the office. Most were scaredy-cat men who were intimidated by a woman with a bigger cock and bigoted women who felt futanari were betrayers to real womanhood. Not everyone was ready to accept the rapid expansion of sexual liberation that trans-humanism was unleashing on society. Luckily, Audrey had no such qualms and their friendship had flourished over many lunches and drinks after work.

Today, their conversation was cut short by a phone call. It seemed Audrey was more focused on tonight’s dinner than the lunch sitting in front of her. Samantha had coaxed precious little about Audrey’s boyfriend from the tight-lipped blonde, but it sounded like that was about to change. Sam listened to her to go back and forth with the mystery man as she stabbed her fruit salad and consumed it piece by delicious piece.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to cook a chicken?!? It’s not hard!”

Audrey was quiet for a few seconds as an annoyed voice replied. Sadly, the phone’s speaker wasn’t loud enough for Samantha to make out the replies.

“Ok, well, you have this magical device in your pocket called a PHONE and believe it or not, there are no shortage of tutorials on how to make chicken dinner on the INTERNET!”

Samantha snickered, then quickly covered her mouth with one hand. It was amusing, but she didn’t want to make light of her boss’ irritation.

“Everything you need is in the kitchen. Figure it out! Oh, and it’s Wednesday, so don’t forget to vacuum and take out the trash!”

More incoherent muttering peeped from the phone’s speaker. It sounded more mopey than annoyed this time.

“Mmmhmm, I know you will. And if you don’t, you know what’s going to happen, you little slut! Love you! Bye!!!”

Samantha’s eyebrows shot upward. Those final words provoked astonishment and curiosity in equal measure. Audrey ended the phone call and let out a frustrated groan before leaning back in her chair.

Sam put on a devilish smile and made a few ‘tsk tsk’ sounds with her tongue. “Audrey Hagen ... Do you have a kept man at home?”

“Let me tell you something. Having a younger boyfriend has its advantages, but it might just send you to the loony bin.”

“How young are we talking here?”

“Twenty two.”

“WHAT?!? HAHAHAHAHA!” Samantha doubled over in laughter, leaning against the table as Audrey smirked. “You’re practically robbing the cradle!”

The indignant blonde folded her arms under her breasts defensively. “He likes mature women and I like him.”

“Well, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that. Sorry, but you’ve kept it hidden for this long, it caught me off guard.”

“To answer your question, he’s only sort of a kept man. He didn’t finish college but he has a career he’s trying to get off the ground.”

“What career?”

“Modeling.”

“Hahahahaha!” Sam couldn’t help it. She burst into another fit of laughter.

“What? What’s so funny?!?”

After she recovered, Samantha clasped her hands together and launched into her best approximation of feminine mockery. “Oh, woe is me! I have a beautiful young man at home who cooks me dinner and does my chores! He’s such a burden! Especially when he pleasures me after a long day! Will these trials never end?!?”

Audrey sighed indignantly. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up...”

“You know I’m just having fun. I think it’s awesome you have a boy toy! You got a picture of him?”

Audrey reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. She flipped to the photo compartment and smiled upon seeing his picture. The pretty, middle-aged blonde held it up for Sam to see.

“That’s Casey.”

Samantha’s eyebrows rose again. Casey was a gorgeous young man. Platinum blonde pixie cut. High cheeks bones. Nice eyelashes and soft lips. Audrey liked them young and femmy. This was getting more interesting by the second.

“Mmmmm, he’s cute. I see the appeal, definitely.”

“Thanks ... He’s great, but the truth is there’s been some tension lately.”

“What kind of tension?”

“Tension in the bedroom.”

Samantha held up a single finger and her expression grew adamant. “I must insist you tell me more.”

“I don’t know if I should. This isn’t really appropriate conversation for work.”

“We’re not working, we’re on break. And no one from the firm is around.”

Audrey still looked hesitant.

“Anything you tell me stays between us. I promise” Sam said with sincerity.

“Alright...” Audrey responded, leaning in closer to her colleague. She and Samantha had shared some S&M themed jokes in the past, so she knew the buxom Latina was familiar with that world. “You may or may not have guessed from looking at his picture, but Casey is a bottom.”

“That beautiful boy? Enjoys being topped? Inconceivable!” Sam responded with a wink.

“We’ve had a lot of kinky fun together and I enjoy topping him. I really do! But it’s all he wants and I can’t do it all the time. I have enough stress at work. I can’t be a dominant every time we’re intimate.”

“Have you told him to shut the fuck up and eat your pussy?”

“Of course! He does it whenever I ask! But then I just feel worse if I can’t give him what he wants...”

“And I’m guessing you don’t like the idea of him running off with some other woman you don’t know to get his fix.”

Audrey’s gaze shifted down and her voice became sullen. “Am I that easy to read?”

“So you’re looking for a third to bring home?”

“Yes. That’s the other reason I hesitated to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I was suggesting you be a part of this. It wouldn’t be right, especially since I’m your boss.”

“And what if I said I’m completely open to that?”

“Wh-What?”

“If you’re looking for someone to top Casey, I’m in. Sounds fucking hot.”

“Are you serious? Don’t get my hopes up...”

“Let me be clear. I’m not looking to enter some love triangle. If we do this, it’ll be no strings. And no offense, but I’m not bi. I’ll be there to fuck Casey. That said, if you’re looking for someone to dominate your man when you need a break from topping, I’d love to! I’m always on the lookout for eager little bottom boys to have fun with.”

“Oh my god ... I don’t know what to say!”

It was usually Audrey that brimmed with confidence while Sam followed her directives. Samantha was enjoying this new dynamic already. “Say yes. We can try it out. Maybe it’ll help ease the tension between you while I relieve some tension of my own. We’ll see if everyone has a good time and go from there.”

Audrey was overwhelmed. She’d been looking for the right person online for weeks. She’d considered hiring a sex worker, but with only one steady income, doing that regularly would get expensive fast. She never would’ve imagined someone she knew would be willing to step in and potentially provide the missing piece.

She suspected it was a bad idea. Bringing co-workers into your sex life usually was. But maybe they would be the exception to the rule? Casey would love a second dominant female. Audrey could enjoy the show and the thought of a hung futa taking her handsome little slut-boy was making her wet as an otter’s pocket.

Audrey swallowed, breathed deeply and looked over at Sam anxiously. “If you’re not busy tonight, would you like to come over for dinner?”

The trio sat around the kitchen table as the meal came to a close. The chicken was slightly overcooked, but it wasn’t terrible and the sides Casey prepared were tasty enough. Samantha studied him up and down as he ate the last few bites of dinner. He was still clueless to the real reason she was there as far as Sam could tell. He was so cute in his light blue apron. She couldn’t wait to tear it off him.

“Would you like some dessert?” Casey asked, looking over at Sam with a smile. “We have key lime pie in the fridge!”

“No, thank you hun! I need to get going. Other plans tonight.”

Audrey lifted her wine glass and took another sip of her Chardonnay. “Case, why don’t you clean yourself up and prepare for our after-dinner fun. I’ll clear the table and see Samantha off.”

The young man got up directly and nodded to her. “Yes Mist--”

He almost let it slip.

”--Miss Audrey.”

Casey untied his apron, set it on the counter and strode off to the bathroom. Samantha didn’t know what his preparations were, but she imagined it involved an enema, lingerie and some makeup.

“He’s a real catch” Sam said, once he was out of earshot.

“I know, right? And I don’t want to lose him, so thanks again for trying this.”

Samantha downed the rest of her wine. “No thanks required. I plan to enjoy myself thoroughly.”

Audrey got a mischievous look on her face as she gathered their plates and took them to the sink. “I’m gonna change into something silky. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?”

“Sounds good” Sam replied before rising from her chair. As she exited the kitchen, Samantha’s heels went from clicking on porcelain tile to softly thudding on rich hardwood.

She found a tall mirror next to a broom closet just outside the living room and immediately went to work. She unzipped her dark work slacks and slid her legs out of them, leaving nothing but her panties and a massive bulge below.

Sam unbuttoned her suit jacket until her giant breasts were plainly visible, then pulled her bra down so her bare milkers were on full display. She adjusted her glasses, ran a hand through her jet-black ponytail and smiled in satisfaction. Casey had hardly taken his eyes off her all night. He would be drooling the instant he saw her like this.

Samantha stalked into the living room and tossed her pants on one of the recliners. She moved to the large leather sofa and plopped herself down, sinking into the luscious material. It wasn’t long before Audrey returned. She’d traded her work clothes for a satin one-piece. The blonde cougar had a glowing smile on her face as the anticipation built.

Audrey made a detour to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine before joining Sam on the sofa. They waited together for a few minutes until a confused Casey called from down the hall.

“Hello? Mistress?!?”

“I’m in the living room!” Audrey called to him.

Moments later, his boyish frame turned the corner and he walked into view. He was “prepared” alright; with rosy cheeks, dangling earrings, a girlish top, dark panties and white stockings that came up to mid-thigh. He skidded to a stop as soon as he noticed Samantha.

“OH! I didn’t know you were still--” And then her undressed state registered like a smack to the face. “Oh...”