Dress Code: Carla: Part V (Patreon)

Carla tottered back to her business, wiggling her ass with every step, learning how to walk just right in her high-heels. Her new tits jiggled and she licked her lips at the way men were staring at her.

Some women were looking at her disapprovingly.

Bitches.

A few others looked at her differently. Enviously. Nervously. Some skinny bimbo in a business suit stared at her, bit her lip, and then ran past her into the building that Carla had just left.

I wonder how you’ll fit in once your office sees the new you, she thought. The girl wasn’t bad looking, not when you gave her some tits and ass, and put her in decent clothes… She could imagine her sucking her boss off every morning right after she got him his coffee.

Carla saw other women, wearing proper clothes, ones showing off their ass and boobs, a few walking with their man—or men. One girl, a Latina, her rich brown hair tumbling down her back, was walking along between two men, their hands causally running over her full ass, a purple thong barely visible. Her tits were almost bouncing out of her business jacket, which was held closed by only one button, the woman wearing nothing else.

Carla licked her lips, and then giggled. Wasn’t that the lawyer down the street? She’d been a real bitch the one time Carla had met her, but she guessed she was a lot better now—she had two cocks to service!

But when she got to the building, the security guard was nowhere to be seen. Until Carla glanced over at the security desk where a Janitor was sitting, grinning, his hand on the bobbing head of the guard.

“You go on up.” He told her.

Carla giggled and headed on up, the eager slurping sounds following her. As she headed up to the office she was supposed to go to, she heard other sounds on the floor.

“G0-god! You’re fucking tight!”

“Y-yes sir, you’re… Ohhhhhh you’re filling me up!”

She passed another room, where the sound of a hand smacking on flesh echoed.

“Ah!”

“Did I tell you to let go of your ankles!”

“No…Ah!” she gasped as another smack sounded. Carla peaked in and giggled. It was Doris, Accounts Manager. The big titted bimbo was holding her ankles, all of her clothes to the side, her jugs nearly obscuring her face as her secretary brought his hand down on her reddening ass. “Ah!” she gasped again nad Carla  caught a glance of how Doris’ mouth was open, the moaning woman panting in arousal, as her pussy was just dripping. “I… I’ll be, like your good girl!”

“You’re right you will be—“ The man ran his fingers along her exposed pussy and then thrust them in, and the woman’s orgasmic cries followed Carla was she walked down the hallway.

And finally, she came to the big office, where Mr. James was. He was sitting in his chair facing the door as Carla came in.

His fly was open and his cock was erect as he slowly stroked it with one hand. “Come in Carla.”

“Yes, Mr. James…” She said. Carla knew what she had to do. She strutted towards him on her heels and then gracefully knelt before him. She licked her lips, staring at the thick cock, droplets of precum already on its tip.

“I do like your changes…” Carla blushed, arching her back to show off her tits.

“Thank you sir. I’m just your girl.”

“Yes you are.” Carla shivered at his words. “I think it’s time to reward you. Come here.”

Carla crawled to her boss, kissing his cock, before she cupped his nutsake in her hands, then she was bobbing her head up and down.

“That’s a better use than all your gossiping, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmm….” Carla didn’t say anything. She’d never sucked much cock in her life, but she was taking Mr. James’ cock all the way down, feeling her throat constrict around it. It was like she’d been made for this.

I am… I’m just his cocksucking little slut! Then his hand was one her head, pushing her down, holding her until she needed air, before letting her up, letting her know who the man in the room was. Carla kept working his cock with her mouth and tongue and throat, kept massaging his nuts with her fingers. This was what was right. This was what she’d been made for.

“Carla, I’ve decided a girl like you is wasted on the general floor,” Mr. James’ voice was strong, showing that he was in charge.  “With your…” he chuckled, “skills… You can be used somewhere else.”

Carla kept working that glorious cock.

“I need an assistant and live-in maid…” He kept talking, running his fingers through her hair. “The pay is… room and board. After all, we wouldn’t want you buying silly things, would we?”

Oh no. Carla shivered, thinking about all the silly things she’d bought. That turned her on more, made her work harder.

Then she felt it… his cock started to swell and he pulled Carla onto it, not letting her pull back, as if she would. Suddenly her mouth was filled with his hot semen, and the taste was better than anything she’d tasted. She swallowed as fast as she could, even as some escaped from her mouth, trickling down her chin and onto her tits. Carla’s muffled scream of pleasure filled the room, and then she fell back, his cock spraying his semen over her face and hair.

When Carla came back to the world she stared up at Mr. James. He held something in his hand…

A collar. A pet collar. Carla licked her lips. She knew… Could she be so lucky…

“Actually, not so much a live-in maid as a pet… So, Carla, what is your decision?”

Carla held out her hands, trembling. The collar’s leather was cool against her fingers, and she took it. “May I be your pet, sir?”

“Of course, Carla.”

Moments later, Carla had it around her neck, and she’d never dreamed something like that would feel so good.

“I have work to do. Go into the washroom. There are clothes for you. I’ll call you later.”

Carla didn’t say anything as she went into the room. A man like Mr. James had work to do.

 *****

Later, that afternoon, Carla heard Mr. James call. She was wearing the totally cool dress he’d bought her. Obviously Mr. James knew that Carla would make the right choice.  Her company ID had been changed, and the new one was set between her jugs.

PET OF MR. GREG JAMES

Her name wasn’t even on it. There was something… arousing about that.

Her collar had a tag on it. It had a GPS locator, and was stenciled with Mr. James’ address and phone number.

“I took the liberty of cancelling your apartment lease and moving out your things. Your clothes and such aren’t needed anymore, are they?”

Carla licked her lips. “No sir.”

“Good. It’s time to go home.”

With that, Carla followed her master. The office wasn’t as crowded as it had been, but as they passed some offices, Carla heard moans and whimpers, cries of passion and surrender.

She wondered how many other girls were changing their position.

That didn’t matter.

Only that Carla was now Mr. James’ girl.

With that she followed her man into the parking lot