The Bust - Chapter 8ish, Part B (Patreon)

We'll have a couple of these as I rework some of the randomness of the original ending that I did like with new characters. It won't go on forever as I want to get to a conclusion, but I had a few ideas I wanted to explore!

~dS

 Chapter VIIIish (B)

It wasn’t long after Trini had left when another knock came to Sylvia’s door. Sylvia had been reclined on her office chair, her legs on her desk and the toes of her bare feet gently caressing the line where Jane’s golden lower back transitioned to her plump stiff ass. Upon the sound at the door Sylvia sat up, pulling her little explorative piggies from a disappointed Jane.

“Come in,” Sylvia shouted, standing and walking around the table. She was topless and barefoot and grinned as she saw the next woman walk through the door.

This was not one of the dancers, but the announcer/DJ who went by ThunderGurl. She wore a black bra that hugged tightly little A cup breasts trying to make them look like Bs. A small black leather jacket hung over her shoulders. Long blonde hair hung past it, and a pair of full red lips were the defining feature of ThunderGurl’s face.

Lacy heeled boots brought ThunderGurl into Sylvia’s office, and out of those flowed upwards a long pair of fishnet-encased legs that disappear under a black leather that matched her jacket. Sylvia could see that the woman had a number of spots across her body pierced.

“Yo, Ms. Sylvia,” ThunderGurl greeted, putting out a fist that Sylvia bumped with her own, “I hear I should come up here and see how I can help out.”

“That’s correct,” Sylvia smiled. She could see that ThunderGurl’s attention was not just drawn to Sylvia’s tits, but also her bare feet pressing down on the floor. “Why don’t you come over here, play with my boobies, and tell me what you wish would help you do more here?”

ThunderGurl did not need any further encouragement. She strutted over and each palm quickly had one of Sylvia’s breasts held in it. ThunderGurl squeezed and bounced them in her grip, and Sylvia closed her eyes and but her lip as she enjoyed the attention.

“Well, I guess, you know, I have to do a lot of talking. If it’s a long night sometimes my throat can get raw and hurt. I wish that, no matter what, I could always talk smooth and sexy and arousing.”

Sylvia felt her breasts tingle as she granted ThunderGurl’s wish. The announcer took one hand from her boss’s rack and placed it to her neck as she felt a pleasant warmth pour down her throat. She swallowed, and after a moment the sensation passed. She looked back at Sylvia.

ThunderGurl’s mind intended to say, But that can’t really happen, my voice can’t sound like that, can it?

But instead the woman said, with a warm and breathy voice, “That’s just a dream, sugar. I can’t sound as good as my pussy feels.”

Sylvia smiled as ThunderGurl’s eyes went wide, realizing what she had just spoken outload.

Holy shit, did I say that? / “Mmm, fuck, did that come out of these thirsty lips?”

ThunderGurl giggled and smiled at Sylvia.

I sound so smooth and fuckable. / “My voice is like my pussy, smooth and fuckable.”

“Is there anything else you think would be helpful for the club?”

Thundergurl put a finger to her lips for a moment, the other hand still cupping Sylvia’s breast. Her thumb had rotated up and was circling Sylvia’s nipple. It was delightful, and Sylvia’s loins were quivering. She sort of hoped ThunderGurl would hurry up so that one of them could play with her pussy.

Sometimes it is hard to communicate when someone should go one. I wish people would know when they have my attention. / “It’s hard telling people they can start the show, sugar. I wish everyone would know when I have my hungry eyes on them and my desires.”

Sylvia again felt her breasts tingle, and she looked over to ThunderGurl, not certain of what to expect.

Well, what do you think that did to me? / “My body’s all a quiver in desire to know what it’s in for!”

ThunderGurl stepped back and looked down. It appeared like she was examining herself, but Sylvia thought her head was angled up just a little more than it should be for that. Instead it looked like ThunderGurl had been sidetracked by Sylvia’s bare feet.

It was then that Sylvia something on her big toe. It felt like someone was sucking on it. Passionately sucking on it. Then there was a pause, and Sylvia now felt a tongue slipping between her toes, before phantom lips once more engulfed her toe.

Sylvia watched ThunderGurl’s eyes shift to the side, and the sensation of suckling and licking moved to the other foot. It gave the magic-titted woman an idea.

“How about you move those hungry eyes up to my titties?”

ThunderGurl did as she was asked, and as her gaze settled on Sylvia’s terrific tits there was a moment’s pause - and then Sylvia felt it. Lips and a tongue fell upon her right nipple, a wonderful sensation of suckling and flicking. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back with a satisfied hum.

“Why don’t you...give Jane a look, hmmm?” Sylvia forced herself to say. She didn’t want the invisible lips on her tit to go, but she had to keep focused. There was a business to run, afterall.

With a little sigh ThunderGurl did as her boss told her. She directed her attending attention to the golden form seat on the desk. ThunderGurl again started by looking to Jane’s feet, and the inanimate woman’s mind moaned as she felt delicate phantom massages and tickling. Gradually the sensation moved up Jane’s calves and thighs as a long wet lick. Her golden body practically shuttered as Jane felt invisible hands grip her metal breasts and pinched her hard gold nipples. Slow kisses then moved up her chest, along her neck, and pushed passionately against Jane’s immobile lips.

The statuefied woman’s mind was flipping over itself from the attention.

Sylvia didn’t know what her decadent accidental office decor was feeling or thinking, but she’d figured out what ThunderGurl had given herself. Sylvia figured a lot of dancer and patrons would have a good time now that whenever Jane looked at someone that person would feel her lustiest feelings about them.

“Okay, one more. What else would you wish for yourself to help out around here?” Sylvia asked. She padded between Jane and ThunderGurl and soon felt phantom hands playing across her genie tits. But Sylvia couldn’t recall if ThunderGurl still had a wish credit from her last touch, and remote breastplay probably didn’t count. Sylvia walked forward until ThunderGurl happily raised her actual hands and again cupped Sylvia’s bust.

Sometimes it’s difficult for me to see what is going on. I guess I wish I could easily go anywhere in the club without anything getting in the way. / “It’s so hard getting an eyeful when I need it. I wish I could come anywhere in the club without any restrictions.”

Sylvia laughed at ThunderGurl’s impulsive sexual speech. What a funny way to phrase that. It was like the DJ had wished to be an orgasmic ghost!

It was only after the fleeting thought had entered Sylvia mind that she recalled what errant ideas could do to how wishes were granted. Her breasts tingled, and there was nothing she could do at this point.

ThunderGurl felt a ripple through her body. It felt like every inch of her had not only become as sensitive as her clit, but all of those inches were also being caressed and linked by the most sensual of lovers. ThunderGurl took a few steps backward, her eyes closed and her face unable to keep up with the extreme eroticism acting upon her. She couldn’t even get out a gasp as the feeling of a hundred orgasms overwhelmed her flesh.

And then, with a little Pfff! sound, ThunderGurl’s body blinked into non-existence. Her top and jacket and piercings all fell to the floor in a pile atop her skirt and boots. For a moment Sylvia thought that the DJ was entirely gone, but as she stared at the spot where ThunderGurl had been standing Sylvia began to notice a slight glimmery purple haze roughly in the shape a woman.

And then Sylvia felt the sensation of phantom lips sucking on one of her nipples.

What happened to me? I feel so...good. Like I’m in an endless orgasm! / “What came over me? I feel so...yummy. I can’t stop cumming!”

ThunderGurl’s sexy voice emanated from the purple haze. The haze shifted, and Sylvia got the impression it - she, what ThunderGurl had become - was trying to see her own arms, but it was very difficult to see where the purple shimmer faded into normal air. After a moment she stepped through her collapsed pile of clothes - not over them, but a purple glimmer of a leg passed right through them. Sylvia stayed where she was as the barely visible ThunderGurl pushed out a hazy arm and brushed Sylvia’s side.

“Ohhh...oh fuck!” Sylvia’s thighs were instantly squeezed together as her pussy burst with juices. She’d cum, but not between her legs. Instead, Sylvia felt like the usually unremarkable patch of skin on her right side just under her rib cage had experienced its own intense orgasm.

Startled by Sylvia’s reaction ThunderGurl moved backwards. With the connection gone Sylvia pulled herself together. She took some deep breaths and looked up at ThunderGurl.

“You’re like...a walking orgasm…”

I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ll send someone else up! / “I must share with the other ladies! I’ll be sure to send someone your way after I’ve had my way!”

With that Sylvia watched as the purple glimmer moved across the room and passed through the door without opening it.

Sylvia took another deep breath. Her side still tingled, and she put her hand to it. Her body quivered - the little bit of skin was still extremely sensitive, and Sylvia wondered if that was permanent or not.

If it was, then she was going to soon have a club full of very sexually sensitive women.

to be continued...