Tis the Season

By Musker

(part 2)
"It's a Wonderful Life"

Page 3

It was a buzz of activity in the lobby area that reminded Judith of Santa's Workshop, which was a good analogy for this time of year. People walking, some almost running, across the expansive room going from one corridor to another. Men and women of various ages in well tailored suits, dresses, lab coats and drab uniforms carrying clipboards, boxes and pushing carts and racks of well crafted dungeon paraphernalia and fetish clothing. Some of them in groups and talking feverishly to one another as they hurried along. And some alone, walking very slowly, their minds up in the clouds thinking of solutions to problems that needed solving within the next day.

And there were others too, women mostly. Women as French maids in rubber or latex. Some unencumbered except for their natural high heels and their smiling gagged mouths, carrying trays in front of them, some empty but most not. And others in various forms of bondage from simple cuffs and harnesses to any number of creative mind fantasies that allowed the maid to barely move at all.

And then there were the generic work units. They were never left on their own. There was always someone leading them at the end of a leash to there next destination, sometimes two, three or more at a time. One leather collar connected to another making them look like a human train in transit. And they were all dressed the same. A full latex catsuit with an open face hood and cut outs for their breasts and naked crotch area. A very tight and wide leather waist belt with chains running from it to their wrist cuffs that were shortened with a lock whenever they were taken away from their workstation. A pair of high heel shoes tether by a one foot chain. And their orifices, mouth, pussy and rear entry, plugged with color coded dildoes to make sure the right ones always went in the correct holes. The only noticeable different was in the color of their matching collar and waist belts. For it denoted that the generic work unit was already trained to perform a specialized task and thus spoken for by some department.

Oh it was a hustle and bustle of human activity all right. And right in the middle of it all was Trixie. She was the receptionist behind her circular desk with it's computer terminal, phones and mired of papers, folders and sticky notes. She was the first person that Judith went to see.

"Hi Ms. Davenport!" exclaimed the high pitched squeaky voice of Trixie as she greeted Judith with a big open smile.

It was tuff for Judith to keep from laughing each and every time she had to deal with the over the top bimbo receptionist. She just could not get over the mark contrast of what she was and what she did. To any causal observer Trixie was the epitome of the 1950's sexual bomb shell. She was tall in her stiletto heels, blonde, a figure that was beyond robust and voluptuous, and she always wore the form fitting, cleavage glaring and long tight skirted dresses that women of the 50's would wear to catch a man's eye. She could have easily fallen into the hip grinding foot steps of the late and great Jayne Mansfield, torpedo breasts and all. Even her voice had that come fuck me I'm dumb and horny as hell invitation to it. But given all this most bountiful packaged sexuality, in a perceived empty air head container, she was one fantastic girl friday.

Trixie could type at an unbelievable fast and accurate speed, all be it while singing some dumb stupid song about flowers or furry little animals. She easily knew her way around virtually any word processor, spread sheet or database accompanied by the ever present squeaks, chirps, giggles and gum popping of a typical blonde bimbo in action. And she could multitask any series of events, phone messages or e-mails while doing her nails, fixing her big bouffant hair or putting an extra coat of red lipstick on her big pouting come hither lips. Trixie was a true living oxymoron. And it wasn't all an act either. She was custom made this way.

Once upon a time, there was this good looking brunette who was well on her way up the tax accounting ladder of a major business firm. She was doing an excellent job and just about to be made partner, until one faithful day when everything turned upside down for her.

It seemed like her old college chum named Christine inherited her families outrageous fortune and the first thing on her list was revenge. Revenge for what this fast rising brunette did to her way back when in college. And with the right amount of money and passionate desire, anything was possible.

So a series of methodic, back room and under the table events took place that resulted in the transformation of this intelligent, well tailored and refined brunette with the outstanding future ahead of her, into a first class blonde bimbo sex toy named Trixie. And when Christine drank her fill from the cup of revenge, she simply threw Trixie out on the street to fend for herself as a common street whore. That's when Judith's resource team picked her up and brought her in for processing. But when the doctors of Boot Camp found out how extensive this new recruit was already modified they immediately notified Judith.

Judith in turn did a background investigation as well as to the current state of Trixie. The results were that this Christine woman was too strong for her to take on without Madame Rouso's help. Something she did not wish to trouble her partner with over such a trivial thing. The other part was that the bimbo persona was so forcefully ingrained into the girls psyche that going backwards was not an option. Which meant they could only go forward. Thus, with a little luck and some minor training, Judith was able to successfully integrated the girl's two personalities into one, the bimbo sex toy with the savvy business woman. Neither one to the extreme, but both visibly present and working well together at a basic sustainable level.

"Hello Trixie, any messages for me?" Judith was standing right in front of her efficient bimbo's desk. She loved watching Trixie work. The combination of the efficient organized secretary, with a place for everything and everything in it's place, and the scatterbrain, doe eyed, tits bouncing bimbo slut was a marvel to behold.

Her moves were flamboyant and ultra feminine, but yet direct in their destination and retrieval. Her ditsy childish voice gave her that aura of a complete incompetent until one focused on exactly what she said, which reflected pure professionalism. And then there were all those little nuances like gum chewing with her mouth open, blowing big bubbles that made her eyes cross, twirling her hair in her fingers and constantly swiveling back and forth in her chair that made you believe she wasn't listening to a thing you were saying. Until you looked into her beautiful brown eyes and seen that she was hanging onto every word you said.

Judith loved watching her all right. And she made a special mental note to herself to talk with a couple of her staff doctors. She wanted to know if Trixie's melded personality could be duplicate in other women. If so, then she could see many a wealthy patron who would pay dearly to have such a piece of efficient office fluff working for them. But one thing Judith was certain about. She would never sell such a priceless jewel like Trixie to anyone.

"Yes Ma'am, here they are." Trixie stood up and reached over her desk and handed them to Judith.

"Thank you Trixie." Oh yes indeed, Judith so enjoyed looking at her priceless receptionist. The girl had such an amazing set of jiggling breasts. And the slow running full curves of her torso and hips began to make Judith long for her shower fixture again.

"Your Welcome Ms. Davenport. Is there anything else I can do for you Ma'am?" Trixie said with a cutesy shy voice while she put her hands behind her back, forced out her chest and began twisting her body in place. An action that made her look like a juicy piece of meat dangling on the end of a hook. And one that made it very hard for Judith not to take this women right here, right now and right on top of her well organized desk.

All Judith could do was to force herself to read the notes and maybe take her mind off what her body was craving for. But there was no solace or reprieve in those notes. They were all the usual "We need to talk" or "Call me as soon as possible" from her various departments. Until one caught her eye.

"This one" and Judith showed the swaying bimbo sex pot the particular note.

Trixie bent over to read it and in the process her two big beautiful breasts with their ever present perky nipples almost popped out of her too tight bodice. Trixie never wore a bra, nor panties for that matter.

"Oh yes, he said he was in town for a few days and wanted to stop by and say hello to you Ms. Davenport." Trixie then stood back up and resumed her swaying in the breeze with her bountiful bosom in serene repose.

Judith couldn't believe her luck. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk the man into preforming a little task for it. She knew it was going to be hard, but if she could, then the results would be perfect!

"Thank you Trixie. Oh, by the way. You are doing an excellent job as my receptionist." Judith said graciously.

Trixie was totally in awe of the kindly comment made to her. Ever since she was transformed into a big titted bimbo sex toy, the only positive remarks she got were on how well she shook her ass, bounced her tits or used her three fuck holes to get someone off with. But her surprised look didn't' last long. For it soon lead into her giggling uncontrollably and blushing profusely like a little school girl given her first gold star by the teacher. Her hands came together in front and she began to fidget around, making her bashful girlie antics in an overdeveloped woman's body all the more fascinating to watch. Especially when her upper arms began squeezing and releasing her breasts together. This elated pumping action was a real eye popped too. Her huge subtle orbs would expand, bounce and literally try by any erotic means possible to escape from their minimum confinement in her very low cut dress.

Judith thought that Trixie was so good at this little arousing performance, that she began to wonder if Trixie might have been repeatedly trained to respond like this. Trained to the point of it being an almost instinctive response. But whatever it was, Judith had to stop it. It appeared Trixie's little exotic dance was causing the passer-bys to stop and take notice. And work stoppage was not a good thing this close to Christmas. So Judith added a little feeling of warm with her next comment in a prelude to leaving.

"Well I hope everyone is treating you well here Trixie and maybe you will soon be making some nice friends too."

Then unexpectedly Trixie responded back with eagerness.

"Oh I have Ms. Davenport! I really have! I met with Dr. Jones two days ago and I just love how he sucks on my nipples and fucks my sloppy wet cunt fast and hard."

Now it was Judith's turn to be awestruck.

"And then I met Ms. Smith yesterday. We had the most pleasant lunch together. I never tasted such a sweet naked pussy like hers before. Did you know that Ms. Smith is multi orgasmic Ms. Davenport?"

Judith could only shake her head no in surprise. Surprise in that she didn't know that Betty was multiorgasmic and in not knowing how well Trixie was really fitting in. She then made another mental note. To get a small recorded to keep tract of all her mental notes she was beginning to have.

"Then there is Mr. and Mrs. Spears they want to take me to dinner tonight and then spend the night with them. They are so good at . . ."

Judith raised her hand to stop Trixie. That was more information than she needed.

"I'm glad things are working out well for you my dear, but I must go. Oh," Judith then handed the note from that man she questioned her about earlier back to her.

"As soon as he comes in, have him escorted to the Preparation Room. That is where I will be for awhile."

"Yes Ms. Davenport." Trixie then took the note and placed it in a special area of her well organized desk for top priority jobs. "Is there anything else Ma'am?" Again Trixie's arms went behind her back and her chest thrown out with pride followed by that gentle distracting erotic sway of hers once more.

"Ahhhh, no Trixie, that will be all. . . . But maybe, after Christmas, when things begin to settle down around here, the two of us could get . . ."

Judith could not even finish her sentence before Trixie was all squeaking giggles, gushing smiles and bouncing tits again. She was so overwhelmed with the fact that her new boss wanted to meet with her in a more "informal" environment, that her blatant jubilance was difficult to contain, as was two certain female body parts.

But it was when Trixie began to lick her lips in a very unusual way that Judith knew she could not take it anymore. Whether Trixie knew it or not, she was definitely one major visual powerhouse of female sexuality. And looking without touching was becoming more and more an impossibility with every pulsating second for Judith. So she quickly waved Trixie good-bye telling her that she had to leave, but she will talk with her again later. Much later, she commented to herself, when her pussy wasn't in so dire need of a long acrobatic tongue like she just saw. Then she headed off to the side and down one of the many corridors leading from the lobby.

She still had much to do before she could sleep tonight. One of which was a very important task that was waiting for her in the Preparation Room. But as she approached the door to that room, she could hear some very faint but expressive moaning and groaning coming from the other side. And as she grabbed the knob and slowly opened the door, she got hit by a loud clear wave of heated female anger packaged in the most adorable incoherent sound of frustration that she ever heard. Something that excited her just like a child upon hearing the distant roaring laughter of Santa Claus at the local toy store.

Katie and Heidi find out what Judith meant by the word "servants", a la Ponygirls. And a special friend drops by to say maybe more than just "Hello".