Chapter 19

It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy, and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom.

But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off immediately. Amy was Heather's height, very dark hair always perfectly in place, a beautiful face, the highlight of which were her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit, unfocus from time to time, and a full, slightly wide mouth capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional dress and demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the extreme.

Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits, perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full, wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so, the clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while, suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the right place.

Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels.

Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly, and had already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation, quickly taking over the computer job of creating the screens and slides. Her vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with very unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very sensual undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from personnel.

In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired, even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really had to talk about anything other than work.

Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat tentatively.

"You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well in business. But we must do something about your, well, your clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so blunt."

"Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home, but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never complain about how I look!

"No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work, you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will. Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled, "will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the business."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home and..."

"No. No. You are thinking I am criticizing your clothes. I am not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much better than anyone, you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect, you are dressing like all the other women in the building. And for the everyday work girl, without a real future, it is fine. But you can do much better. After lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce you to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I said about distractions."

For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body, but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the magazines and news all the time.

On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk.

"The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at, well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you, you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?"

"No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!"

"And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and will mould your body so she can have a bust to work with when you are not there. The mould process is also a bit unusual. It does not hurt in the least, but..."

"OK."

"And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about it."

"I think I can handle her."

"Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan and Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy, but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her leave if you find her presence uncomfortable."

The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to Amy's office.

"OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me what you saw."

Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was bra-less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was visible through the blouse.

Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly.

"So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some other distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is wrong. Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way prevents me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I can allow myself to be very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right place, and you could not tell."

"Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full length mirror and tell me what you see."

It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back, but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for tennis?" And they both laughed.

Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell (she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you can control the effect you are having on the people around you. Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at you, but it is too distracting."

Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work... and I like you, a lot,... and..."

"Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you. I will never get any work done until I have you."

Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well. Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she took the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and closed around it. Heathers eyes went closed and her hand caressed the back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her rough tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire.

Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how, later..." Her mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was having a hard time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed both full breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together and sucked them hard.

Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan of surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this activity alone, and then it was quite painful.

Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat, slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside, her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small cock, had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared.

Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh. Yess... Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden jerks and she exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and trembling. Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately horny again and would welcome more activity.

Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the way of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was great!" She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a bit smeared and she soon put that to right. Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And her nipples were still tingling.

"Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to happen got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly.

In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side.

Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short woman with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was expecting Heather and they went to the back room and locked the door.

Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They both laughed.

"First, you must undress. Just place your things over there. Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a necessary part of getting a correct fit."

By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press into her back and her two hands reached between Heathers arms and lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples, which grew in length as they always did. After almost five minutes, Heather was very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured the straining nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be a big challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and, just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it had reached its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took another serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of distance to other parts of her body. All these figures were written down.

Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them. Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost croaked out, "Is, is that all?

"Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been warned.

Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue, surprisingly long, plunged into the now sopping pussy and began to eat her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly. Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations.

"Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened, the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain.

Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong, then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance. Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down. The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there, with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a long, long time.

"Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her.

"These moulds must be as you are when you are as hot and full as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked this way?"

"God, yes. Please... How... long... must... I... wait?"

"One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by."

At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators! The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other. Then silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she could hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt, but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come. She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for release. The minutes passed.

"Please."

"Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming by now and I have to gag them."

"On, please."

But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard, but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and grunting. Jan placed the two intimate moulds on the workbench and went back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the girl.

In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The pleasure centre in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing. Then, she passed out.

She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of moulds from her now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and released her from the rig.

"I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not remove it."

Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!" she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay the bill. And that tape is for your private use only, understand?"

"Perfectly." And she was gone.

Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection screen. Jan talked while she worked.

"The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew, what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two o'clock. There."

She entered the last of the data and the computer began working. Jan got up and began taking the body moulds she had taken from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather, one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused state. The differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight in front. Heather found herself staring.

"You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the sexiest body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you every day."

Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?"

"Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the measurements are already in her computer."

"All of them?"

"No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!"

"OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit drained, but determined to get through the next session as well.

The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jes, Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women, Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said "Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside.

There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to cost Amy more than than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic.

She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi! Yes, I'm Heather."

"Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?"

"Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for a few minutes, I'll take them all!"

They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can guide me on the social side."

"Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select clothes for after work as well?"

"Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway."

Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got.

Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would notice."

Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as well! The bill would be astronomical!

"As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely."

Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I mean the scale..."

Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there."

"Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your computer."

"Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to see how Jan manages to do her part."

Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to get this way, it's just the way I was born."

"Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!"

Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!"

Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?"