BARBI, Ch. 04

CHAPTER 4: OFFICE DAY TWO

After parking her car in the garage under the office building, Barbi swung her legs out and stood. She tugged the hem of her dress down. She had chosen another of the dresses Mr. Howard ***********ed for me, of course. It was form-fitting over the hips and, yes, very, very short. It was black and she chose black, lacy thigh-high stockings and high heels. The top was a cowl around the neck, completely backless, with material hanging from the neck to the waist of the dress to loosely cover her tits. It was gapped between her tits and loose on the sides. Her tits moved very freely underneath. It seemed that each step caused the hem to rise dangerously close to revealing either her thong in front or the bottoms of her ass cheeks in back.

As she approached the elevator, she spotted Mr. Howard carrying his ever-present briefcase. He smiled when he spotted her. “My … that dress is amazing on you, dear.” Other people, having been preoccupied by their phones, turned to look. Several men leered at her while the two women in business suits gave her looks of disapproval and then considered Mr. Howard. He had a reputation for his attitudes about women. Did these women know him or his reputation? It was hard for Barbi to tell. Then, again, she didn’t strain her bimbo brain about it too much, either.

In the elevator, the other two women entered first, clearly assuming a right by some status she didn’t recognize. Mr. Howard entered after Barbi and nudged her to a corner. It was only two levels to the main lobby, but he managed to raise the skirt hem to expose her ass and stroked it until the elevator dinged and stopped. She discreetly, she hoped, tugged the hem back down.

They walked from the garage elevator across the lobby to a bank of elevators for the offices above. Mr. Howard led her past the others to the last ones. Once inside, they were the only ones. He pressed floor seven buton, placed his briefcase on the floor, and turned to her. “I love that dress, Barbi. I think you need more in that style.” She smiled. He put his fingers on the inside edges of the material covering her tits and lightly moved it. Except for the size of my tits, the material moved easily. He pulled the material out and over to expose her tits. She glanced at the numbers slowly indicating each floor. Number four. His fingers held her nipples. Number five. He twisted and pulled on them. Number six. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he adjusted her dress to cover her tits as the ding indicated floor seven.

They walked down the hallway to the left. Did she remember, or did she just follow him? He tested the door handle and found it locked. They were early. She had been early because she had wanted to greet each of the guys as they entered. Her bimbo brain thought that by kissing them and pressing her tits into them first thing, she might get her some fucks on her second day. Her third full day of freedom from the treatment center and the conclusion of therapy with that doctor. She never did know his name or why he used his small house for therapy sessions. She never saw any indication of other patients. Oh well. Her third day of freedom to be the bimbo she was, and her second day in Mr. Howard’s office. Yesterday she gave four blowjobs and was fucked only by Mr. Howard. Today she hoped for more fucks. It flashed through her bimbo brain: men like to fuck bimbos and bimbos like to fuck men. It was one of many flashes that came out of nowhere with comforting assurances.

Inside the office, her desk was front and center. She stepped to it, dropped her small purse on the glass surface, and tugged the dress up so she could reach the waistband of her thong. She wiggled it down over her hips and down her thighs. The darn thing was already wet, she giggled with knowing excitement, which caused her to have to tug it more from her cunt. When she had it off her feet, she was prepared to spread it out on the side of my desk, but Mr. Howard took it from her.

“It is nearly soaked through,” he said softly. “I think my bimbo requires fucking today,” he laughed.

“Always, sir,” she replied with a giggle. “That’s what you called me, remember, sir? You said I was a fuckable bimbo.”

He handed her the thong, and she carefully spread it on her desk where it would be easily seen for what it was. “Where do you do your fucking, dear?” he asked. He was testing her, but she remembered.

She smiled at him, “In the office-bedroom, sir,” she proudly announced. “I remembered, sir. Only the office-bedroom for being naked and fucking.” Then, she stepped into his body and looked up at him, “Unless I close the door to your personal office, of course,” she said, trying to tempt him. He laughed and swatted her barely covered ass.

“Not now, dear. As much as I always want to fuck your bimbo cunt, I have to prepare for a meeting soon.” He turned but stopped. “There will be two men arriving for a meeting. While they wait, be sure to … keep them entertained.”

She smiled widely, “I will, sir.” In her apartment, she had sat in front of the mirror and tested the dress. Her cunny cunt was mostly exposed if her legs weren’t tightly pressed together. She giggled to herself, who can do that all the time?

She went back to make coffee and turn on the large printer/copier, and was returning when the first of the guys began arriving. She wasn’t surprised to see Tom arriving first. He was the only real full-time employee. Sometimes, she was told, he might not come into the office as he searched for clues and evidence to support Mr. Howard’s cases. She smiled at seeing him. While giving blowjobs, she determined the size of each cock. A bimbo likes cocks, was another flash through her brain, but still a bigger one is even nicer to like. Like Mr. Howard’s big cock. Tom’s was just an inch smaller and just as thick. She really, really hoped he would fuck today, and she pressed her tits into him as she greeted him with a kiss. His hands pulling her dress up to fondle her ass cheeks and it gave her more hope.

She gave each of the other three a similar greeting, and she was encouraged when each fondled some part of her nakedness under the dress. Adam stroked her cunt; Jason teased her nipples; and Billy even thrust a finger into her dripping cunt. Sitting at her desk with the thong right there on the edge, she found it hard to be still. Her cunt was already itching to be fucked.

She turned her computer on and began sorting through emails, forwarding some to different guys or to all if it was for general information. Her attention was drawn to someone walking past the glass door of their office. That was exciting, too. She opened her thighs as the man looked in. Did he know about her? Maybe he had seen her yesterday or today in the lobby dressed like a bimbo. He started turning when her thighs parted, and he did a double-take. She smiled as she turned her attention back to the computer monitor.

It was then that it hit her. Sitting at the computer, her fingers flew over the keyboard and sorted through programs as if it were something just part of her being or brain connection. She sat back and stared at the monitor. She had two windows open and had been moving back and forth. Mr. Howard was right. She was a bimbo. She could tell because her cunny cunt was still itching and her nipples were hard. But she was different at the same time. Her bimbo brain, which sometimes couldn’t add four men and Mr. Howard to come up with five, was actually functioning.

She wanted to think about that, but when she tried, her bimbo brain took over … or rather, her bimbo brain shut down the thinking. She shrugged and turned back to the monitor and began working, leaving her bimbo confusion behind.

One email was from Mr. Howard. She had to open that one quickly, she thought. It contained a portion of a written petition to a court regarding a client. In it, the petition pointed to a prior determined case in support of the argument, but the reference was blank.