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TRAINING BRA By J.W. McKenna ISBN 9781615080854 All rights reserved Copyright © 2009 J.W. McKenna This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. For information contact: SizzlerEditions.com Sizzler Editions/B&D A Renaissance E Books publication

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Chapter One Marti Andrews spotted the small lingerie store on her way to work one Tuesday morning in Manhattan's Chelsea District. The shop was almost invisible, tucked between a Jamba Juice and a generic cell-phone store on West 21st Street. "Stunners" it was called. Such a weird name. How a lingerie shop could survive here, she had no idea. "Opening Day Sale!" was bannered across the top of the window and another one proclaimed: "Best Bras and Panties Ever Invented!" Yeah, prove it. Most women would kill for a better bra. She walked by, staring at the mannequins in the window and admiring the smooth and sleek bras and panties. Well, what the hell, she thought. Marti made a mental note to check it out during lunch. It would make for a nice diversion from her miserable life. Marti was lonely. At twenty-eight, she had no boyfriend and no adventures to look forward to. No one was offering to take her on a romantic ocean cruise or fly her to Paris—not even invite her to a nice dinner out. She knew she was attractive—that wasn't the problem. She stood a petite fivefour and had a cute face, brown hair and nice round breasts and hips. But after she'd broken up with Danny six months ago, she'd wrapped herself up in her work as a way to dull the pain. By now, she felt it was time to rejoin society, only society didn't seem to be interested. Marti was an administrative assistant—okay, secretary—to Mr. Harris, a handsome, charismatic, but very married, man. 5

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All the girls in the office envied her, although she felt it was more like torture to be so close to Steve Harris and not be able to touch him. He was tall, dark-haired, suave and athletic. The fact that he was nine years older than her didn't bother her at all. He was a dreamboat with a successful job— she'd jump his bones in a New York minute if he ever showed any interest. She thought she might have a chance when she was first assigned to him eight months ago—she could be the ear he might need when his home life grew strained. But by all accounts, Steve was happy with his wife, Claire. Damn it. Sighing, Marti went into the lobby and took the elevator up to the nineteenth floor where her tedious job would begin again, answering the phone and writing reports no one would read. As soon as she arrived, she noted that Steve was already in his office. That was unusual. Looking around, she saw few of the other executives were in, but most of their secretaries were. She knocked quietly and peeked in, hoping she wasn't in trouble. He was on the phone, his suitcoat draped over the edge of his desk, and he turned to give her a friendly wave, which made her loins ache. She nodded to him and retreated to her desk out front. She put away her purse and fired up the computer. Ten minutes later, Steve came out and smiled. "Hey, Marti, how's it going?" "Uh, fine Mr. Harris. Um, was I supposed to come in early today?"

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He waved aside her concerns. "Oh no. I had to come in to put out a fire on the Langstrom account. No big deal. Could you get me a cup of coffee, please?" "Of course, sir." She jumped up and went to pour him a cup, making it just like he liked it, black with only a dollop of honey squirted in. She made an identical cup for herself. She stirred hers with a clean spoon and licked it before stirring his, pretending they were sharing a kiss. She hurried back and entered his office just as he was getting on the phone with another client. "Thanks," he said, nodding and giving her a smile that could melt hearts. "You're a doll." So why won't you fuck me? "You're welcome." Marti retreated to her desk. She felt guilty whenever those thoughts intruded. Would she like it if she was married to a good man like Steve and some trollop in his office was subtly flirting with him? Hell no. That's why she had tried to maintain her dignity and not be too obvious. She didn't want to be a homewrecker. Marti had never met Claire but she knew they had two beautiful daughters. How could she think she could come between them? Even if he did have a fling with her, that's all it would be, a fling. She smiled. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. After her breakup with Danny, Marti felt she might be ready for straight sex, no messy involvements. She doubted Steve would ever go for that. Workplace affairs can be big trouble, no matter how they start. 7

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Marti wrote up a sales report and answered the phone all morning, barely taking ten minutes to go to the bathroom and fetch herself another cup of coffee. When she looked up from her computer, she was startled to see Steve exit his office, pulling on his suitcoat. "Got a lunch meeting, see you after one," he said, leaving quickly, his eyes concentrating on his cellphone. "Okay, Mr. Harris," she called after him as he disappeared into the elevator. "I'll hold things down here," she ended in a much lower voice that trailed off. God, I sound like a lovesick puppy! She admonished herself. She checked her watch. Eleven-twenty-five. Might as well go to lunch a bit early. She forwarded the phone to the central receptionist and picked up her purse. Sighing, she trudged to the elevator wondering where she might go to eat. She'd been everywhere. Everything bored her. Maybe a salad would be good, help her keep her trim figure. She rode down, ruing her miserable life and hoping she might meet a nice man someday who would take her away from all this dull torment. Outside, it was a warm late spring day which lifted her spirits. Marti went to Au Bon Pain for a salad and ate it outside at one of their small tables, all by herself. No goodlooking men asked if they might share her space and get her phone number. Sighing again, she dumped the trash away and went for a walk. Without really thinking about it, she found herself strolling past the strange little boutique store she had spotted before, Stunners. Her mood brightened. It's a well-known fact that a 8

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good bra can make all the difference in a woman's attitude. A poor-fitting bra can make a girl cranky and mean, but a wellfit bra can lift her spirits—along with her girls—considerably. Maybe that's all I need, she thought, as she pushed the door open and entered the shop. The shop, she noted at once, was really a foundation store—there were no cute nighties or sexy robes on display— just bras and panties, all made from the same shiny material in a variety of colors. The store appeared to be deserted at first glance—hardly an auspicious beginning for the poor owner! As her eyes roamed over the displays, she was surprised to see a slightly built man with a balding head sitting behind the counter along one wall. Usually boutique shops like this were staffed by women to make customers feel more comfortable. Marti almost turned around and walked out, but her curiosity about these alleged wonder bras made her stay. "I know what you're thinking," the man spoke up. "Why isn't a woman running this store? I know that would make other women feel more comfortable, am I right?" He seemed harmless enough, so Marti nodded and said, "It is a bit unusual." "Well, these are my inventions and this store is a testmarket for them. So to save money, I'm running the show myself. Although I may have to hire a woman just to get women in the door to see how amazing my designs are!" He chuckled and shook his head. "You just opened?" 9

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"Since yesterday. But I'm no Victoria's Secret, so not too many women have come by yet. But I remain hopeful that word of mouth will spread." Marti nodded and looked over the displays. The bras were beautiful, she had to admit—sleek and shiny and very lightweight. They looked comfortable, but would they offer the proper support? She looked at some of the labels, but there were no price tags. Wanting to know more about them, she asked, "So how are these bras different from others?" What she really wanted to ask was: Why are you so interested in bras? Maybe this little man was gay. "I'm glad you asked! It's all in the material and how it's fitted. Most bras require a wire underliner to insure the proper support. My bras are made from space-age materials that allow full support and flexibility without painful sway or bounce. It's like you were suddenly seventeen again!" Marti smiled. "That should be your marketing slogan, if it's true." "Oh, I can assure you, it is. Would you allow me to help you select one to try on?" "Well, I don't know..." She wasn't sure if she wanted this man fussing with her breasts. He held up a hand. "Oh, I know—you don't want a creepy old man anywhere near your body!" He laughed and she laughed with him. "You're not so old!" Suddenly she realized how that sounded. But he was not offended in the least. He slapped his thigh and said, "That's right! I'm just creepy! Don't worry. I 10

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approach this business like an engineer, you see. A woman's bra is a complex engineering problem that is very difficult to solve." His scientific approach made Marti relax. "Well, they do look nice." She glanced at her watch. It was barely twelvefifteen. She had plenty of time. She looked up. "But I'm still a bit shy, you know." He waved his hands. "Trust me, the last thing I want to do is to make you feel uncomfortable. I'll stay out of your way. I'm just dying to show off my creations." He tipped his head and said, "Thirty-six C, right?" She nodded, amazed and a little embarrassed. "Yeah, how'd you know?" "I've been a designer of women's underwear for twenty years, starting when I was an apprentice at age eighteen! I know all the shapes and sizes by now." Oh, he has to be gay, she thought. "Did you work for a big company?" "Yes, Maidenform. Twelve years. But I left to pursue my own design. It's always been my dream, you know, to have my own line out there, making women happy all over the world." "So you've been working on these designs for the past eight years?" He nodded. "Yes, it's taken that long. Come, I'll show you." He led her to a rack and, with another glance at her chest, selected two bras for her, one black, one ivory. He held them up. "Now, this is just a guess without measuring you, you 11

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understand. But try these on and see if you don't agree that they feel wonderful. Guaranteed!" The man seemed so eager that Marti found herself nodding and took the bras to one of two changing rooms along the back wall. She glanced over her shoulder and was pleased to see him standing in the middle of the store, leaving her alone, as promised. She went behind the curtain and yanked it closed. She took a quick glance around to see if she could spot any hidden cameras or peepholes. Satisfied she was alone, she unbuttoned her blouse and hung it up on the hook provided. She unclasped and shrugged off her bra and selected one of the two models to try on. She tried the one in ivory, very sleek and lightweight. It hardly seemed possible that it would hold her breasts into place like her current one, with its hidden wires and pads! What the hell, she thought and slipped it on. When she fastened the clasps and stood up straight, she was amazed. It felt like it was barely there! And yet, her breasts were completely supported. She turned to look at herself in the narrow mirror and moved her shoulders this way and that, eyeing the fit. The bra felt smooth and sexy and yet sturdy. It was like being caressed by hands, not cloth. "What's this made of?" She asked out loud. She heard the man's voice coming from the center of the small store—apparently, he hadn't moved. "It's a secret, actually. I can't reveal that. But I can tell you it's a space-age material that no one else has thought of to use it in this way. It's been patented too, so Maidenform and those others can't 12

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steal my idea. But once word gets out, I'm sure women will never go back to their old bras." "It's quite comfortable. I'm just amazed that it can work." "Oh, there's tons of research that's gone into it, I can assure you." Marti nodded and practiced breathing in and out, bending down and standing up straight. Each time, her breasts felt as if they were well secured and didn't sway or bounce like they usually did whenever she wore a lightweight bra and yet they didn't feel constricted at all. With some reluctance, she pulled the bra off to try on the other one and noted a slightly tingling in her nipples as if they were sorry to see it go! She smiled and shook her head. "Be patient, girls," she whispered. She tried on the black bra that she could already see would go well with her cocktail dress. It had less material along the top to allow for more cleavage, but it fit just as well. She wanted to strut around in it, but the dressing room was too small. Damn it felt good! "How much are these, anyway? I didn't see any prices." She heard the man's footsteps approaching and she quickly took off the bra and put on her old one. It felt tight and uncomfortable immediately. "There're a little more expensive than a regular bra," he admitted, his voice coming from right outside the dressing room. Marti slipped on her blouse and buttoned it up. She took the new bras and stepped out. The man immediately took two respectful steps back. 13

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"How did they fit?" "They were ... very nice," she admitted. Her breasts already missed them. "How much are they?" "They cost ninety-nine dollars each, but there's a bonus." Marti handed over the bras to him at once. A hundred bucks was way too much for a bra! "Well, they're way too expensive—but ... what's the bonus?" "They come with matching panties at no extra charge and to experience the full value of your purchase, they should be worn together." That sounded very strange to her. "Why?" "It's just how they were designed. So when you think you're actually buying a bra and panty set, ninety-nine really isn't all that much." Marti thought about it. "Maybe. But I don't know. I'd like to think about it." "Of course! Take your time. And come back and visit me anytime!" She left and headed back to work. Her breasts felt pinched and uncomfortable. Damn bra! She hadn't noticed how poorly it fit before. She had others at home that should fit better. I'm not paying a hundred dollars for a fuckin' bra! Another part of her brain piped up, But you're getting some underwear too! Shut up! Marti returned to her desk and started on her quarterly report, trying to forget about the funny little man and his expensive bras. Steve didn't show up until one-thirty and he just nodded and smiled at her as he went by. She gave him 14

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her most friendly smile but it was lost on him, as usual. He was the perfect husband, damn it! As the afternoon wore on, Marti had more trouble with her bra. She had to go the restroom once to readjust it and cursed herself for ever going into that store! Her bra had been fine before, but now it pinched the sides of her breasts and seemed to scrape her tender nipples! By the time five o'clock came, she was beside herself. Mr. Harris came out and said it was quitting time and Marti wasted no time in grabbing her purse and fleeing. They rode down the elevator together, along with two other secretaries. Marti didn't say a word, her thoughts fixated on her aching breasts. Taking the subway home, she couldn't wait to get inside her apartment and lock the door behind her. Immediately her blouse and bra came off and she walked around naked from the waist up, rolling her shoulders from the ache. "Thank god almighty, I'm free at last!" She called to the empty apartment. Chuckling, she went to the refrigerator for some wine. Pouring herself a big glass she drank a third of it down at once and went into the bathroom to examine her breasts. Did Mr. Weird Man's bras do something to her? But a look in the mirror revealed nothing. Her breasts were the same as she remembered them, round and heavy and just starting to sag. By forty, they'd probably be at her waist unless she took better care of them. She sighed and went into her bedroom. She pulled out her most comfortable bra, a silk number that had a small wire for support, heavily padded. When she had bought it three years ago, it was like wearing a 15

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pillow. She slipped it on and breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so much better. This bra had cost forty-five dollars, less than half of what the boutique's bras had gone for. She made a mental note to buy a couple more. She took off her skirt and panty hose and slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt. Aaaaaahhhhh, that was better! Walking around the kitchen while she prepared dinner, Marti had to admit those so-called space-age bras felt the best. Even her padded bra didn't seem to fit quite right, although it was soft and comfortable. She ate dinner in front of the TV, watching a clothing design show and wondering if someone else has invented a better bra than the ones she had seen that day. Later, when she went to bed, it felt good to remove her bra entirely and slip on her nightshirt. She slid under the covers and sighed, wishing she could afford one of those fancy bras. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Two The next day, Marti strolled by the shop and felt an urge to stop and look into the window. The store hadn't opened yet so she felt comfortable peering through the glass at the display racks. Her bra, the softer one she had tried on last night, was comfortable today, but it wasn't the same and she knew it. Her breasts seemed to miss the new bras she had tried on. It would be as if she had made a secret date with Steve Harris but the nerdy copier repairman had showed up instead. That made her giggle. She pulled herself away and went to work. Forget it, she told herself. It's not in your budget. Don't forget—you get a pair of panties for free! That's worth twenty dollars easy! Sometimes more! Marti nodded absently and went into the lobby and up the elevator. Steve wasn't in yet, so she had time to settle in and start on her reports before he strolled in at nine-fifteen. "Hi, Marti. Any messages?" "Not yet, Mr. Harris. But I have that quarterly report you wanted." "Oh, good." He took it and went into his office, closing the door behind him. Maybe I should ask for a raise, she thought. Then I could afford to buy the right clothes! But it scared her to be so bold. She knew it was a common problem for women. Thinking back, she realized it had been more than a year since her last raise. It was past time. 17

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She stood and knocked on Steve's door before her mind could tell her to stop. She wasn't even sure why she was doing this, it was so out of character! "Yes?" She peeked in. "Uh..." She panicked. "Would you like some coffee, sir?" "Oh, yes, that would be nice." Marti retreated and went to fix his coffee, cursing herself. Why had she chickened out? Or more importantly, why had she even come up with this bold and crazy idea in the first place? She gave his cup an extra dollop of honey, trying to please him and returned to the office. "Thanks," he said, reading the Wall Street Journal and barely looking up. Marti stood there, trying to run away and force herself to stay at the same time. He glanced up. "Is there something on your mind?" "Uh ... Well ... I know I've only been your secretary for a short time, but I've been at the company three years now, and I think I'm overdue for a raise, uh, Mr. Harris, sir." "Didn't you get one a while back, when they had step increases for all the secretaries?" "Uh, yes, I did. But that was a long time ago." "Hmm." "I hope I've been a good administrative assistant for you, Mr. Harris." "Yes, yes you have." "I hate asking, but costs have gone up and ... well, it's hard to make ends meet." She felt that was enough of a hint 18

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that she might be forced to look for another job. Not that she ever would! She liked it here, despite the dull nature of her job. She doubted she'd find a more interesting job anywhere else. She simply hoped that Mr. Harris liked having her around as well. "I'll have to check around, see what the other execs are doing about this. It might be time to revisit this." "Oh, thanks, Mr. Harris!" He held up a hand. "Nothing's been decided yet, but I will look into it, okay?" "Okay. Thank you!" She left quickly, her body shaking with her audacity. How did she ever get up the nerve to do that? But she was very pleased with herself. At lunchtime, Mr. Harris had another meeting with a client, leaving her free for a good ninety minutes. She had a quick soup and salad at a café around the corner and strolled around the neighborhood. It wasn't long before she found herself standing outside the boutique shop once again. For some reason, she felt she and that odd little man had a budding friendship developing, so she went in to say hi. That's all, she told herself. Just say hi. "Well, hello again!" he greeted her when she stepped inside. As before, the shop was deserted. She felt sorry for the poor guy. "Still not much business?" As soon as she said it, she wished she hadn't. "No, but I'm not worried. Introducing a brand new design is dicey, no matter what the industry. I equate my efforts to the Fosbury Flop." 19

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"The ... what?" "Fosbury Flop. Named after Dick Fosbury, the first high jumper to lay on his back as he went over the bar." "Ohhh," she shook her head, thinking he was declaring his bra design flops! "I thought they always did it that way." "Not until Fosbury did it in the nineteen-sixty-eight Olympics. Won the gold medal. Everybody made fun of him until that day and afterward, everybody copied him." "So you think your bras are so revolutionary, they'll be copied?" "Let's hope not! I'll have a big fight on my hands! No, I just mean, I firmly believe my design will become the successful standard that every woman will want to wear." "Well, they were comfortable ... but they are quite expensive." "I know, but don't forget, you get panties for free!" "That's a bit strange," Marti said, feeling bolder to speak her mind. "I mean, why not just sell them separately and let the women decide?" "I may do that later. But the combination is so comfortable, I just had to get women to start wearing my panties and bras together!" He clapped his hands together and it made Marti laugh at his enthusiasm. "By the way, I'm Dave," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm so glad you've come back to see me again." "I'm Marti. Glad to be back. Although I haven't decided if I can afford them yet. I'm just a poor secretary." "Maybe you should ask for a raise," he said and she stared at him. 20

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"How did you..." "What?" "I just did, this morning! How did you know?" "I didn't, I was just trying to come up with a way you can afford my bras. But I'm sure you deserve a raise." "Yes, yes, I do, dammit." "Well, good—and I'll bet you'll get it." He paused and looked at her slyly. "Since you're here, would you like to try on another bra?" "Well, I really shouldn't..." she said. "It's okay, I fully encourage my customers to come back again and again until they're convinced they just can't live without my new designs." She smiled. "Well, since you put it that way." "This time, I'll let you select a couple of models to try on." He waved toward the racks. Marti went down the row, picking out an everyday white one and a sexy red one that she just had to see on. She wanted to try on a couple more, but she resisted and took the two bras to the dressing room. Dave, as before, stayed by the counter. She liked that—in most stores, the female clerks wanted to come into the dressing room and fondle customers under the guise they were "doing a fitting." Marti didn't like strange women telling her how to fit her bras. She eagerly stripped off her blouse and bra and slipped on the red one first. As soon as it was nestled against her breasts, it felt heavenly. She admired the fit in the mirror, turning back and forth to see how it held her up effortlessly. 21

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"How does it fit, Marti?" She heard him approach but he stayed well away from the curtain. "It's ... very nice," she said. "Good fit." That was an understatement. Once again, she wanted to stroll around and get the feel of it when she moved. "Mind if it walk around in it?" "Of course! I wish you would!" Marti pulled on her tan blouse, which did little to cover up the red bra underneath. At that moment, she didn't care. She buttoned it up and stepped out to show off her figure to Dave. He nodded his head. "Looks very good. Turn around, please." She did and heard him approach. "Now if you'll allow me, I'd like to check the fit along the back, okay?" She nodded, suddenly trusting this man and forgetting her earlier thoughts. After all, he did design them. And he had to be gay! She felt his fingers at the back of her blouse, adjusting the fit of the bra and tugging at the straps. He turned her around and stared at her chest. "That looks good. You notice how it seems to form-fit to your body?" "Yes, I do." "That's part of my unique design. Even hard-to-fit women can find a good bra in here." "I'm going to walk around a bit," she said and Dave immediately stood to the side and nodded. She strolled around the store, enjoying how she felt completely supported and comfortable. Forget wonder bras, this was a miracle bra. Too bad that name was already taken. 22

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She didn't want to take it off. Something about the redness of it was very sexy. It made her feel like a new woman. "I'd better try on the other one." She returned to the dressing room and peeled off the bra. Her breasts had seemed to nestle into it and they ached a little when she removed it and her nipples tingled again. Marti bent over and fastened the white one to her and stood up. This one felt like it was made for a long day at the office. "Does that one feel good too?" Dave's voice came right outside the dressing room. Without thinking, Marti pulled aside the curtain and asked, "What do you think? I mean, it feels good and all..." Dave stepped forward and ran his hands underneath the cups and along the sides to the back, nodding to himself. "Yes, although you might want to try a thirty-six D, just to compare. If you'll allow me, I could measure you." Marti nodded absently, lost in the sensations. Her breasts were so very comfortable for the first time in her life. Dave pulled out a cloth tape and measured around her breasts and underneath. She just stood there, not worrying any longer. Her new-found friend seemed completely trustworthy. "No, I think that's the right fit after all. A D-cup might leave gaps." "This one feels really good." "Perfect. Then that's the one you should get for everyday wear." "Can I see the panties?" She blurted before she stopped herself. 23

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"Of course." He went to the counter and selected a couple of pairs. "I'm less up to speed on panty sizes. What size do you normally wear?" "Uh, size six." "Okay, here you are." He handed over a pair of white French-cut panties that were made from the same smooth, sleek material as the bras. They were almost sheer and seemed delightfully naughty, but perhaps not very practical. "Why not just make them out of cotton?" she asked, not paying attention to the fact that she was standing just outside the dressing room wearing only her bra and skirt. "Through experimentation with test subjects, I found that the panties worn with the bra make you feel like a new woman. Of course you could wear regular cotton panties with your new bra, but why not get the whole experience?" Marti nodded. "Well..." "If you've already asked for a raise, I'm sure you'll get it," Dave said. "So why not treat yourself to a bra that's more comfortable than anything else you have?" She was convinced. "Okay. I'll take this one." "Great! And if I may suggest, why not wear both out?" Her head bobbed up and down, her mind captivated by the idea. "Yes, I think I will." "Good! Go ahead and change and I'll ring you up." Marti retreated into the dressing room and sat on the bench. She slipped her panty hose down and off and tucked them into her purse. She hoped Mr. Harris wouldn't be upset if she didn't wear hose in the office, but she just was dying to find out if the panties felt as good as the bra did! Unwrapping 24

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the package, Marti took out the sleek, low-cut panties and held them up. Wow, they looked good! She bent down and slipped them on. Even going up her legs, they felt delicious and sexy. She stood and tugged them into place. Like the bra, they fit perfectly, although they were so sheer she could easily see her bushy pubic hair. As she stood there, admiring herself in the mirror, she could understand why the inventor had wanted women to wear them together. They seemed to have a symbiotic relationship with her body. She had to see how they looked without the skirt in the way! Quickly unzipping the side, she eased her skirt to the floor. For several minutes, she stared at herself in the mirror, turning around to admire the back and the sides. Dave, thankfully, left her completely alone. Finally, she pulled on her clothes and exited the dressing room, her old bra and pantyhose tucked safely into her purse. "How do they feel?" "Wwwwwonderful." "Good. I'm so glad. Please tell your friends. I'll give you a ten-percent discount on your next purchase if one of your friends mentions your name when they buy a bra." He glanced down at the cash register. "Your total will be one-oheight, twenty, with tax." Marti tried to disguise her shock at how much she was spending as she handed over her credit card, but her new bra and panties told her she had made the right decision. He swiped it and handed it back and she signed the slip and was on her way. "Come back and see me again," he called. 25

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She waved and left, enjoying the feel of the warm spring air on her legs. There was a bounce to her step that wasn't there before. She was practically giddy with joy and she couldn't stop smiling. The panties and bra did seem to work well together. She liked the way her panties caressed her bottom and slid against her clit. Returning to her desk, she sat and glanced around at the other secretaries, noticing perhaps for the first time how unhappy they looked. If only they could find a bra and panty set like she had! When Steve came in a half-hour later, she looked up and smiled. He nodded at her and did a double-take. "You look ... great. Did you get your hair done or something?" Marti smile broadened. "No, I'm just in a good mood today." "Well, it brightens you right up." His eyes traveled down until they rested on her breasts before he tore himself away. "You're practically glowing." Suddenly, he seemed to realize what he had said. "Uh, well, carry on." He turned red and hurried into his office as Marti laughed silently behind her hand. He noticed! He noticed my new bra! Well, maybe not the bra itself, but he certainly noticed something was different about me! What a wonderful purchase I made! Her good mood seemed to last the rest of the day. Even Darlene, the grouchy secretary who guarded Mr. Henderson's lair one office over, noticed. While Marti was getting herself a cup of coffee, Darlene came by and frowned at her. "What's got you so giddy today?" 26

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"Oh, nothing," she said before she remembered Dave's offer. "Well, to tell the truth, I found the most amazing bra!" She quickly filled Darlene in on the odd little shop run by the "bra engineer" not far from the office building. Darlene, a blowsy forty-something woman with frizzy redblond hair, seemed unimpressed. "Yeah? I've heard a dozen promises from bra manufacturers over the years, not one of them was worth a damn." "Then you owe it to yourself to try on one. That's all. Just try one on." She winked and returned to her desk. The day seemed to sail by. At five, she gathered up her purse and popped in to Steve's office to see if he needed anything before she left. He looked up, startled, and waved her inside. "Yes, Mr. Harris?" "Uh, Marti ... About this afternoon. I hope I wasn't being inappropriate..." "Oh no, Mr. Harris! Gosh, a girl loves a compliment, you know." "I know. It's just that, you know, with everybody being so 'PC' now, sometimes a compliment can be misconstrued..." Marti almost laughed out loud at his discomfort. "Mr. Harris, I know you are a good man and you would never mean anything suggestive! I must confess that I was very pleased by it. I mean, what girl doesn't want to be noticed now and then?" He smiled. "Well, that's good. I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings." 27

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"Of course not. And, for the record, you can compliment me anytime and I won't complain!" She shook her head. The whole incident was being blown out of proportion. But she was secretly pleased that Mr. Harris was flustered by her new-found attractiveness. She almost wanted to tell him "it's the bra" but didn't dare. "Well, good night then, Marti." "Good night, Mr. Harris." She left, amazed at how quickly things had seemed to change in her life. The bra put her in a wonderful mood and her boss had noticed her new look! What more could a girl ask for? She had a sudden image of herself splayed on her back across Steve's desk, her skirt hiked up and panties discarded, while her boss thrust himself between her thighs... Marti had to grab the wall by the elevator to keep from falling down. "Are you all right?" She looked over to see Mary, another secretary, looking at her with concern in her eyes. "Yes, I'm fine. Just stood up too fast, I guess." Mary nodded and said, "That's happened to me before. Better take it easy." The door opened and they stepped inside, followed by two other secretaries. "I will," Marti said, trying to figure out how she might put in a plug for her new bra and failing. "I will." [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Three Her good mood continued at home, through two glasses of wine and dinner in front of the TV. Even her loneliness seemed distant that evening. She remained in her work clothes, enjoying the feeling of her undergarments against her body. Later, when she pulled off her bra and panties and slipped into her T-shirt, Marti slept soundly and woke up the next morning completely refreshed. After her shower, she wondered if she might wear her Stunners bra one more day. It had been warm out, but she hadn't perspired too much, had she? Marti picked up the sleek white bra and gave it a tentative sniff. Whew! It smelled a bit sweaty after all. Damn! She would have to wear a different bra and panties and she felt a shiver of disappointment that she quickly shook off. She'd have to wait and see about the raise before she could afford any more bras, that was all there was to it. Marti found another comfortable bra, although it didn't support her as well as she needed, but she couldn't bear to face one of her Iron Maidens that she usually wore to work. A pair of French-cut cotton briefs looked good on her, but left her feeling a bit let down after being caressed by her "space-age" panties. She giggled when she thought of a female astronaut wearing a pair in the space shuttle! "What a wild ride that would be," she said aloud. She quickly got dressed in a navy blue skirt and white camisole top, covered by a matching navy blazer. Normally, 29

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this outfit made her feel very professional, but she just felt ordinary today. Marti hurried off to catch the subway. Once again, she walked past the shop and peered in, trying to figure out how she might afford another set. Then she could wear one set Mondays and Wednesdays, and the other set Tuesdays and Thursdays, and wash them in between. She wondered if too much washing might be harmful to them. Perhaps she should stop in and ask Dave about it. Yes, that would be a good idea. She was at her desk when Mr. Harris came in. She smiled and said hi and he nodded back at her in his perfunctory way before disappearing into his office. It was as if yesterday had not happened. She was back to being the invisible secretary. Well, shit. Marti tried to concentrate on her work, but her mind kept returning to her bra and panties for some reason. Her bra made her feel like her breasts were swaying around far too much for a workplace environment and her panties, well, her panties were just boring. She missed the caressing that left her feeling sexy and more attractive. At lunch, she made a beeline to Dave's shop and went inside. She was not surprised to see another woman there, a beautiful black woman she didn't recognize. The woman clearly had on a set of Dave's miracle undergarments on under her clothes, because she was standing up straight, her breasts out, a big smile on her face. Dave was handing her a sales slip and said, "So glad you like them, Barbara. Tell your friends!" 30

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"I will, Dave, I will!" She practically strutted as she walked past Marti. "I see your business is starting to pick up," she told him. He smiled. "Yes, I had a feeling it would. It just takes patience." He paused. "Would you like to try on another bra today, Marti?" "Uh, no, I really can't," she said, even as her mind told her it was a very good idea. "I just came in to ask about washing. I worry that too much washing might, uh, you know, affect the fit and all." "That's a good question. No, as long as you follow directions on the label, the bra and panties should be fine. And that is, never wash them in hot water. Always cold. And I'd recommend using the gentle cycle. Oh, and use a cool dry or gentle setting on the dryer. Or you might even hang them up in the bathroom." "I'm glad I came by! I think most women don't really pay attention to labels and I might've just tossed them in with my other bras and panties and maybe ruined them!" Dave frowned. "Yes, that's a good point. I'll put up a sign to remind women. Thank you for that." "You're welcome." She knew she should leave, but she found herself really wanting to try on another set. Maybe a light blue bra? Her current bra suddenly felt tight. "I really can't afford another bra, but I would like to take you up on your offer to try one on, if I may." "Of course! I'm happy to let my customers get the full effect from my designs because I know they sell themselves." 31

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Marti went to the racks and quickly picked out a light blue bra that would go well with two of her tops she had in mind. She hurried to the dressing room and slipped it on. Immediately, she felt better. These bras were worth the price he asked for them, she decided. The way they supported her made her feel young again. But it was more than that. They made her feel more confident, even as they brought her breasts up and out for men to admire. If she didn't look at herself in the mirror, she'd think she had B-cup breasts the way she was supported. Opening her eyes, she saw a very sexy, well-endowed woman looking back. What man could resist? "How does it fit?" Dave's voice was right outside. "Good." She looked in the mirror and frowned at the bulges at the tops. Did the bra seem too small now? "I think..." "May I see the fit? I can tell you in an instant." "Yes, okay." The curtain was pulled aside and Dave stepped through. It was a tight fit for both of them in the room but Marti felt at ease with the man. He ran his fingers along the edge of her bra, tsking as he tugged at it. "Hmm. You know, you might want to try on the next size up, a thirty-six D, just to compare." "Why would I need a larger size in one and not the other?" "I don't really know. I'm going to have to check with my manufacturer. Either this particular color was made a shade smaller or your breasts are growing!" 32

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She laughed. "That's all I need! My boss is flustered enough already as it is!" He chuckled. "Well, that's good, isn't it? Unless he's ugly." "No, he's very handsome—and married." "Ohh." Dave changed the subject. "Hang on and I'll get you the next size up." He left, but he didn't close the curtain. Marti turned back to the mirror and looked at herself. Was she really getting bigger? Nahh, that was silly! Dave returned with another blue bra and handed it over. "Slip that on and let me check the fit." He stepped back and slid the curtain closed. Marti exchanged bras and stared at herself. The larger size did fit better. "May I see?" "Okay." He came in and tsked over her bra, tugging at it as before. "Yes, that's really the best size for you in this color. I guess there's just a fraction of a difference between the blue and the white." "Okay. Well, I can't afford it anyway, so I'll come back when—and if—I get my raise." "I should tell you, your friend Darlene from your office was in here yesterday after work and she bought a bra, so your next purchase will be ten percent off." "Really?" That would mean her next bra would cost just ninety dollars! Gosh, she could afford that, couldn't she? No, she scolded herself. You haven't gotten the raise yet! 33

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"I really must be going," she said, shaking her head. "Thanks, I'll remember your offer." Dave nodded. "Of course! Come back anytime!" He retreated and let her put on her clothes. Her breasts seemed to bounce around even more now that she had the direct comparison between the two bras. Marti doubted her current bra would really be acceptable for the workplace. Too bad! It was almost as comfortable as Dave's designs were. Idly, she wondered if Steve would notice if she took off her blazer and let her breasts run free. The thought made her smile. "Well thanks," she said as she quickly left the store before her resolve weakened. "I'll be back!" "I know you will!" Marti returned to the office and eased her blazer off without even thinking about it. Her breasts encased in her lightweight bra seemed untamed underneath her camisole and it almost embarrassed her. It's just an experiment, she told herself. I'll put my blazer back on after Steve sees me. Steve returned from lunch and Marti made an excuse to stand up and felt her breasts bounce. Steve glanced at her chest and flushed red and gave her a thin smile and hurried into his office. Well, damn, he noticed, but he didn't seem to appreciate them! Marti looked down at herself as she sat down and noticed how they seemed to flop around. Not very sexy. She made a mental note to burn this stupid bra. What's comfort without support? At least she could wear her Stunner again on Thursday. 34

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That evening, she pulled her Stunner bra and panties out of the hamper and washed them gently in the sink in cold water and very little soap. Just enough to get them clean but not enough to disturb the magic fabric. She hung them dry over the shower curtain. She had a brief desire to dry them with the hair dryer before she remembered Dave's caution about heat. These undergarments take a lot of care! Friday morning, she was pleased to see they had dried overnight. She showered and put them on, giving a small sigh of satisfaction when they were in place. She looked in the mirror and noticed at once how they lifted and supported her, even as they gently aroused her. And her panties! They felt really good too, they way they slid against her clit. Except... She frowned and looked down. Her curly pubic hair bunched up against the front panel, keeping the material from her skin. That would never do. She'd let herself go since Danny had been in her life! She stripped off her panties and picked up her small grooming scissors and began to trim. She snipped off the excess hair but noted it really had gotten too thick along the edges. Marti ran into the bedroom to check the time and decided she had a few extra minutes. She returned to the bathroom and ran the water in the sink until it was hot and used a washcloth to dampen her crotch. She squirted a small amount of shaving cream onto her fingers and spread just a line of it along the outsides of her bush. Taking a razor, she began to shave about a half-inch from the edges and top, being careful to keep the shape symmetrical. She washed off the extra shaving cream with 35

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the damp washcloth and admired her work. Better. Drying off with a towel, Marti slipped her panties back on and noted at once the difference. Oh yes. That felt better—much sexier. She got dressed quickly in a red skirt and white blouse, thinking how good it would feel to have on a set of red underwear. Then she could wear that pink blouse she had bought but had never worn to work before. It would drive Steve crazy! Shaking her head, she dismissed the idea and hurried off to catch the subway. At work, she liked the new feeling of her panties caressing her clit. With the hair trimmed, it was a bit more arousing, although that was hardly a need in the workplace! She concentrated on her latest report. But when the phone rang, she found her voice dropping an octave when she said, "Mr. Harris' office." "Wow, did Steve get a new secretary?" a voice said. "Uh, no, this is Marti." "Oh! Well, your voice sounds terrific today, Marti. This is Bill from HR. Is Steve available?" "Oh yes, I'll put you through." She flipped a button. "Mr. Harris? I have Mr. Allen from HR on the line." "Okay, put him through." She connected them and hung up. 'My voice sounds terrific'? Did he mean sexy? In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was about her raise. She found out a few minutes later when Steve called her into his office. She went in, her stomach fluttering with excitement. 36

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"Close the door, please." He seemed surprisingly neutral and Marti feared her request had been turned down. She closed the door and went to sit in front of Mr. Harris' desk. "I talked to HR about your raise," he said, his face frowning and Marti's heart fell. "And you got it!" His face suddenly lit up and she realized he'd just been teasing her. "Really?" "Yes. Three percent! That's the most I could get you, you know." "Oh, that will be wonderful! Thank you so much!" "There's one caveat, however." She settled down and waited for the catch. "You can't tell anyone else. I mean, among the secretaries. HR has done the calculations and, frankly, we can't afford to give everyone a raise right now. But for a selected few, who have worked hard and proven themselves invaluable to certain execs..." he winked at her, "...HR has given permission for a raise." "Well, thank you so much!" She said again, and jumped up and ran around the desk to hug him, although he remained seated. "I promise I will do everything to keep you happy with me." Including fucking you, if you ever want me to, she thought. He smiled and blushed at her actions. She noted his eyes once again fell to her chest and she unconsciously straightened her shoulders to give him an eyeful. Go ahead, look! You've earned it! 37

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He looked away, seemingly embarrassed by his actions. "The raise won't kick in until your next pay period, in two weeks, okay?" "Sure, that will be fine!" "Well, uh, try to maintain your composure once you leave the office. I wouldn't want others to get the wrong idea." "Oh, of course, Mr. Harris. Thanks again." She left and had to fight hard to keep her face from breaking into a huge smile. She glanced around and noticed a few of the girls eying her. Had they heard her shouts of joy? She forced a frown and returned to work. Meanwhile, her head was spinning. She quickly did the math. At her salary, a three percent raise meant a thousandtwenty more a year—or eighty-five dollars a month. She has practically paid for her first bra already! So she'd have to wait six more weeks before she could buy a new bra. That didn't set well with her. She sat and stewed, thinking about how hard she worked and what a great job she had done in asking for a raise. Why wait? Just put the next set of Stunners on her credit card and use all of her raise every month to pay it down. She'd have it paid off in no time! That idea made her feel a lot better. Marti was back in the shop shortly after five, trying to decide which bra she needed next. This time, there were two other women in the store and a glance at the dressing room curtains showed one was occupied. Business was picking up. Dave, as usual, was thrilled to see her. "Marti! How are you!" "Fine! I'll just look around until you're free." 38

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"Go ahead and try some things on. I'll be with you in a minute." Marti looked through the racks for fifteen minutes before Dave was able to come over to talk to her. One of the women was still in the dressing room, but two others had made their purchases and left. "So what brings you back into my store? More trying on?" "No! I got that raise I had asked for!" "Congratulations!" He smiled. "I'll bet you'd like to splurge a little?" "Yes. I'm just trying to decide which bra would be best. I really like the black and red ones, but I think I should buy another 'office bra' first, don't you think?" "It depends on how many business outfits you have that would allow you to wear black or red, hmmm?" She laughed. "Yeah, not too many. I don't work at a strip club!" "In that case, I would suggest you try on the ivory. That's a safe choice." He was right, although she secretly had hoped he might talk her into one of the more sexy ones. She went to the rack and found a thirty-six C among the ivory bras and went to the open dressing room. She had to peel off her white bra and, as usual, it left her nipples tingling. In the dressing room adjacent, she heard Dave and the woman talking about fit and smiled. He was ever the professional. She slipped on the ivory bra and fastened it in back. She looked at it in the mirror and tipped her head. Some of the flesh of her breasts seemed to bulge at the top, just like they 39

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did with the blue bra she had tried on. And yet her white bra, a 36-C, fit perfectly. The conversation next door ceased. "Dave?" He came at once and opened the curtain. "Yes?" "Do you think this fits?" "Hmm." He stepped closer and ran his hands over her breasts, his fingers reaching in front the top to tug at the cups. "This seems to be a bit tight. Let's try a 36-D." "Thirty-six D?" Her breasts couldn't have grown, could they? "I know. Maybe you need a thirty-eight C instead. I'll bring both." As before, he didn't bother closing the curtain. Marti's jaw dropped when she saw the other woman walking up and down the aisle dressed only in a bra and skirt! And yet, she had wanted to do that herself once she had her new bra on. She averted her eyes before the woman caught her looking. Dave returned with two more bras and handed them over. "Go ahead and see which one fits while I take care of this other customer and I'll be right back." She tried on the 38-C first and noticed it felt a bit loose on her. Except for the cups, which were still tight. She tried on the 36-D next and it fit much better. How was that possible? Marti heard Dave ringing up the other woman's purchase and was silently grateful she was leaving. She wanted the man all to herself because she had some questions about her fit. When he came back, he pulled the curtain without a word and she didn't think anything about it, either. "So, how's the fit?" 40

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"You were right—the thirty-six D is better. But how can that be?" He smiled. "That's a side effect of my bras—once a woman's breasts are fit properly, they often swell a little. They aren't being constricted, you see." Marti nodded. It did make sense. "But what about the first bra I bought. That's a thirty-six C. Will it be too small now?" "I wouldn't think so. The bras are forgiving. It will stretch a little to mold to your breasts. I'm sure you'll be fine." "Okay." She admired the ivory bra. "I'll take this one." "Great. And you're a size six panty?" "Yep." He brought her the panties and said, "Since you're already wearing one of my sets, want me to just wrap these up for you?" "Sure." She quickly got dressed and joined him at the counter. "So business is doing well, huh?" "Yes, indeed. I knew word of mouth would get out sooner or later." He looked at the total on the register. "With your discount, that comes to ninety-seven, forty-two." Marti handed over her credit card, happy now to have two sets of Stunners. She could wear them nearly all week! She wanted to kiss the little man goodbye as she left the store, her spirits lifted and a song in her heart. **** It was a bit strange to Marti that she felt an urge to only wear her new bras for one day before washing them. With her 41

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other bras, she might wear them two or three days in a row, if she needed to. But the Stunners always smelled a bit sweaty to her after one wearing, so she took to washing them regularly. Perhaps it was something in the design, she mused. On Monday and Wednesday of the next week, the white bra fit her perfectly, as usual, but on Tuesday and Thursday, the ivory bra fit her just as well, yet they were different cup sizes. How was that possible? She shrugged and dismissed it as something to do with his "space-age" design. But it pleased her to think her breasts were growing bigger, even if they really weren't. Mr. Harris certainly seemed to notice. Instead of walking past her with barely a nod, he would stop and smile and say a few words. It was innocent, of course, but it represented quite a difference to Marti. Talking to him always made her wet and hot. When he retreated to his office, Marti often headed into the ladies room to blot her face with a damp paper towel. On Friday, when she wore an ordinary bra and panty set, Marti felt let down. Of course, she could've simply rinsed out a Stunners set again, but she really wanted a third set of undergarments instead. She had stayed away from the shop on purpose to avoid temptation. She had still not even received her raise and already she had spent over two hundred dollars! It was time to be frugal. Damn it. That weekend, she washed her clothes in cold water and on gentle cycle just for her new underclothes. She put 42

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everything else in the dryer, but hung her new bras and panties over the shower curtain, afraid to harm them with the heat. She knew Dave's design was experimental and didn't want to ruin them. Monday morning after her shower, she put on the ivory set and it brightened her mood immediately. Still, something was wrong—her panties didn't seem to fit right. No, that wasn't it. They just didn't feel right. She realized it was her pubic hair— again. Had it grown out so fast? She took off her panties and examined her furry triangle. There was some tiny stubble along the sides—she should've been keeping it up. The patch in front seemed to have grown out as well. Marti repeated her trimming and shaving, but this time, she took off a little more so she wouldn't have to do it again so soon. She found it easier to sit on the toilet lid and prop one leg up on the bathtub so she could shave the delicate hairs alongside her labia. When she was done, her thatch of hair had been reduced to a landing strip and she decided she liked it. Pulling on her panties, she noticed the difference at once. "Ohhh, much better." She finished getting dressed and went to work. Marti found it was easier to flirt with Steve now that they had had their conversation about her views on political correctness. He seemed more at ease as well, joking with her and complimenting her on her outfits, although he'd seen most of them many times before. It must be the way I carry myself, she thought. I'm happier and thus more friendly. 43

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She knew it had all started with the bras. Already they had increased her net worth as well as her attitude. Dave was going to make a bloody fortune, she thought. Sitting at her desk, Marti began to realize that having less hair "down there" increased the friction against her clit, which was a very nice diversion. She found her typing speed and concentration actually increased when her mind was mildly stimulated by the caress of her panties. At one point, she came to from her intense concentration on a report she was entering into the system to realize she had been unconsciously thrusting her hips against the crotch of her panties. Marti looked around, afraid that the other secretaries might have noticed. But they were all busy with their own work and didn't look up. She took a break and went to the restroom and into a stall. When she yanked down her panties, she was soaked! It took a wad of tissue to sop up the mess. She wished she had another pair of panties and made a mental note to ask Dave if she could purchase the panties alone—she still couldn't afford another bra! Pulling up her damp panties and grimacing, Marti washed her hands and returned to her desk. Not a half-hour later, she caught herself doing the same thing with her hips and knew her pussy was damp again. Fortunately, her movements were tiny she hoped no one would notice. Looking up at her work, she was surprised to see she had typed more than four pages of the report and had made only three mistakes! That was more than eighty words a minute! The best she had ever done before was sixty. 44

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Seems she was really earning her new raise. After lunch, Mr. Harris called her into his office. She took her steno pad, just in case, but he waved it away. "I, uh, wanted to talk to you a little more about what we talked about earlier," he said, leaving Marti confused. "What? Oh, you mean...?" "Yes, the PC stuff. Is it all right if we talk more?" "Of course." If you want, I'll fuck your brains out too, right here on your desk. "It's just that, in the last couple weeks, I've really noticed a change in you. You are much more efficient and all, but also..." He trailed off as if searching for the right words. Marti didn't want to help him, not yet. "...more ... approachable," he finally said. He shook his head and tried again. "You see, in my past, I was a 'toucher.' You know, I'd grasp the shoulders of my co-workers or I'd pat them on the back—you know how it is. And this was for men and women." Marti nodded. "And well, one gal didn't appreciate it. She made a complaint, which really burned my ass because I'm happily married and I was just trying to be nice. She could've said something to me! I guess she wanted me to be some robot or something. Anyway, that's why I got transferred here eight months ago. It was a lateral move, but still, it bugged me. She's still working over in that other department, no doubt happy that she got rid of me. Ever since then, I've been ... 45

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afraid to touch anyone. And it's too bad. I wasn't hurting anyone—at least, I didn't think so." Marti felt her mouth come open and she shut it quickly. This was the most Steve had ever said to her! She wanted to encourage him so she said, "I know, some women are just looking for a payday, I think. They use sexual harassment as a weapon." "That's right! I agree completely. I didn't think it was fair, but that's life." She wanted to ask, Why are you telling me all this? but kept quiet. "Anyway, my point is, I don't like being a robot. I like feeling free to be me. So if I ever give you a pat on the back or squeeze your shoulders, would that make you feel uncomfortable?" "Heck no, Mr. Harris." "Good. But if I ever did, would you tell me about it before you run to HR? I promise I'd cut it out." Marti took a deep breath. "Mr. Harris, I would never to that. You've been a great boss to me and ... well, when you first arrived, I thought you were rather uptight. I think if you keep it up, you'll wind up with an ulcer or something. So feel free to, uh, you know, pat me on the back or tell me I'm doing a good job anytime. I won't complain." You can kiss me and I won't complain. Hell, you can do more than that! "Good. I'm glad to hear." He got up and came around to her chair. With elaborate gestures, he patted her on the back. "You're doing a great job, Marti." 46

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She laughed. "Thank you, Mr. Harris." She stood up and patted his shoulder. "Hope you don't mind if it pat you on the back now and then?" He smiled. "As long as we don't start rumors flying!" He was joking and yet, she knew there was an element of seriousness to it. Reading between the lines, he was saying, "Let's keep this to ourselves." And she knew what that could mean. Now she just had to decide if she wanted to start an affair with this happily married man. Her mind said no, but her body said, yes, yes. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Four Her life continued to improve over the next week. Her boss became friendlier and paid more attention to her, her work stopped being drudgery and she began to understand the importance of her role in the company and—perhaps best of all—she decided she could afford another set of Stunners. Her raise had kicked in. This set was in light blue. She had held the red and black bras in her hands for several minutes, but couldn't justify either for the workplace. Dave, bless his heart, let her spend several minutes in the dressing room trying on both bras before she gave up and asked him to fetch her the blue one. Like the others, it looked fabulous on her but was really startled her was the size that wound up fitting the best— thirty-eight D. "That's like two sizes up!" She had exclaimed. "I know! But it's just the difference in manufacturing, I'm sure. Just like some dresses you buy are size six and others are size four," Dave told her. "You should think more about fit and less about my manufacturing glitches!" She had laughed and went ahead and bought the light blue one with the matching panties. She was already wearing her white set, so she had Dave wrap them up and she carried them home. As had become her habit, Marti stripped down once inside the door and walked around only in her bra and panties, enjoying the feeling of the air on her body and the gentle 48

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caressing of her breasts and pussy by her sensual underwear. It made her feel sexy and naughty. When night fell, she caught a glimpse of a man across the alley watching her and rather than being appalled, she rather enjoyed it. After all, she wasn't naked! She left her underwear on the rest of the evening, occasionally glancing over to see if he was still at the window, feeling a thrill if she caught him looking. By Friday, she had grown dissatisfied with her pubic hair again. It seemed to dull her panties' ability to caress her pussy properly. Before she went to bed, she stripped down in the bathroom and lathered shaving cream all over her mound and sat on the toilet lid, her leg propped up, and shaved off all her hair. She even used a hand mirror to get all the little hairs down to her asshole. When she was done, she took a quick shower and stepped out, feeling like a new woman. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she might've gone too far. She looked like a little girl again. But when she slid her panties into place, she knew she had done the right thing. Having the material slide directly against her skin was wonderful. She decided to wear the panties to bed. When she grabbed her T-shirt and started to put it on, another idea occurred to her. Tossing it aside, she picked up her Stunner bra that she had worn that day and put it on too. Normally, she never wore her bra to bed—her breasts needed to be released from confinement. But the Stunner was so comfortable, why not? she figured. Marti started to slip the T-shirt on and paused. If she was going to wear her underwear, she really didn't need the shirt. She threw it on the floor and crawled between the sheets. 49

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Having her breasts and pussy encased like that felt very satisfying and she soon dropped off to sleep. Marti had several strange, erotic dreams during the night. She dreamed she was making love to Steve Harris in his office and came several times on his hard cock. She also imagined she was in Dave's store and he was touching her breasts and rubbing his fingers against her pussy, all while she was wearing her Stunners. When she woke up in the morning, she had a vague memory of her dreams and it disturbed her. Dreaming about Steve she could understand because she had lusted after him for so long. But gay Dave? That was just weird. She got up, feeling her body being caressed by her Stunners and went out to make some coffee. Her stomach growled but she didn't really feel she wanted to eat. Returning to the bedroom with a cup of coffee, Marti looked at herself in the mirror. Sitting behind a desk all day hadn't done anything for her figure! She noticed some bulging at her hips and realized she had begun to gain a little weight. Maybe that's why she had to keep buying larger bras! Marti went into the bathroom and weighed herself. Onethirty-one. Not bad, but she could certainly lose five pounds. Pulling on shorts and a T-shirt, she found her shoes and socks and decided to go for a jog. Out in the morning air, she felt like she could conquer the world. She started out slow but found the way her bra and panties pressed against her, it encouraged her to run faster— and farther. Her one-mile jog became two and finally twoand-a-half before she collapsed on her porch, breathing 50

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heavily. Her shirt was soaked in sweat and her face felt hot. She dragged herself inside, stripped off her clothes and took a long shower. While there, she propped one foot up on the edge of the tub and shaved her pussy again. It was already closely shaved from yesterday, but she couldn't resist the urge. Stepping out of the shower, she felt that vague loss and immediately went to her dresser for another set of Stunners, this time the ivory ones. She put the other sets, along with some other clothes, into the wash and set it for cold water, gentle cycle and turned it on. Then she went back to the kitchen, ready to eat something. Standing nearly naked in front of the refrigerator, little looked good to Marti. She finally decided on some carrots and a nectarine, an odd choice for breakfast, but that's what she craved. She laughed at herself. "Maybe I'm pregnant," she said to the empty room. She cleaned up her apartment until the wash was done and pulled out her Stunners and draped them over the shower rod. Putting the rest of the clothes in the dryer, Marti decided it was past time to get dressed. She returned to the bedroom and selected some shorts and a T-shirt, her usual outfit for a summer weekend. But when she sat on the bed to put them on, she stopped and stared at the wall, her clothes forgotten in her hands. She really didn't want to wear anything, not right now. Just her Stunners. She liked the way she looked in them and the way they felt. She didn't want to cover them up. 51

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The clothes fell from her hands and she decided to stay in for a while. Who needs clothes? Grabbing her laptop, Marti stretched out on the bed and checked her email and her Facebook page. Nothing new. Idly, she began to explore, driven by the remnants of her dreams. She went to websites she had never visited before, showing pictures of men with six-pack abs caressing beautiful women. Those, in turn, led to other sites. They were sensual in nature at first, then outright sexual and finally she found herself perusing BDSM and other hard-core sites. She felt her hips rubbing against the sheets as she scrolled through the pictures of women being tied up and spanked—or whipped. With one hand flipping through the pictures, her other hand stole down to rub the outside of her panties. But it was awkward and it made her off-balance. It was better if she simply bunched up the covers between her legs to give her something more substantial to rub against. Her Stunners could do the rest. She brought her left arm back up and began pressing against the mound of bedding, the feel of her panties rubbing against her clit driving her onward. Her eyes flicked from one video to another: A woman, tied face down on a bench, her well-marked ass up, while a man whipped her with a cat o'nine tails; another woman tied spread-eagle on a bed while a man slapped at her bare pussy with a riding crop; two women naked, one being forced to lick the pussy of the other one while a man stood behind her with a cane, slapping her when she faltered. Meanwhile, her hips moved faster and faster and Marti began to see spots in front of her eyes as her orgasm 52

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approached. She reached down with her left hand and pinched a nipple, hard, just as she crested over the edge into a shattering orgasm. "Ohhhh! Oh my god! Ohhhh that was good!" she cried out, rolling to her side and bringing her legs up to her chest. It was the best orgasm she had ever had. But now her clean panties were soaked. She should change but she didn't want to move. Marti lay there for several minutes, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she rolled back onto her stomach and began scrolling through images and video clips again. Marti came four more times over the next two hours before she managed to pull herself away, exhausted. What the hell was wrong with her? She dragged herself to the shower and tossed her soaked panties into the hamper, along with her bra, now wrinkled and sweaty. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her nipples were reddened and elongated from pinching, her pussy red and wet from rubbing. "God, girl, you need a cold shower." She couldn't quite bear that, but she did make the water tepid before she climbed in. She washed up thoroughly and told herself she needed to get out and do something. Anything. For one thing, she needed to eat! She hadn't had anything all day except rabbit food and it was close to three o'clock! After she dried off, Marti purposely put on a different bra and panties, convinced that her odd behavior was at least partially due to her Stunners. Or maybe I'm just really horny, she told herself. It had been seven months since she had last made love. 53

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When she turned around, she noticed the laptop on the bed, still showing an image of a woman being whipped. She shuddered and quickly shut it down. She had never liked that kind of thing before! Marti pulled on her shorts and T-shirt and walked down to a café she liked and ordered up a Reuben sandwich and a beer. Both tasted very good. It felt strange not to be wearing her Stunners. Her body felt a bit lost. Too much of a good thing, she decided. She vowed not to wear them so often. After lunch, she didn't really know what she wanted to do. She had questions about the Stunners and made up her mind to ask Dave. He would be able to explain what was happening to her. She assumed his shop would be open on Saturday. She hopped the subway and went four stops downtown. As she approached the tiny shop, Marti was stunned. The normally quiet shop was very busy. She counted ten women inside, all demanding attention from Dave, who seemed harried and unable to cope. He spotted Marti and smiled and waved. She came forward. "Looks like word of mouth finally caught on!" "Yeah, I—" "Dave," a tall redhead interrupted. "Do you think I need the 36-C or the 38-D?" "Uh, try both." "But the dressing rooms are full!" "Maybe you could go into the corner there." He pointed. The woman turned and hurried off, two bras dangling from her hand. 54

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"Wow, you really need some help." "Yes, I don't suppose you'd like to earn some extra money?" That actually appealed to her and not because of the money. She imagined she could buy more bras at a discount. "I'm not exactly dressed for it." He waved his hand. "I don't think the women care. Just jump in!" He turned to another demanding customer. Marti wasn't sure what to do but just by being there, she helped. She determined that the biggest problem was lack of dressing rooms so she went into the back and found a white painter's cloth left over from Dave's pre-opening remodeling. It was still clean and dry, so she dragged it out and hung it up between racks about neck high. This gave the women a place to step behind and quickly change into their bras. The move helped quite a bit in getting women from the try-on stage to purchase. The bras and panties fairly flew out the door. Dave stayed behind the counter, ringing up orders while Marti helped women with their fittings. By five-thirty, they were both exhausted and the store had nearly sold out of Stunners. Dave quickly closed the doors and found a thick marker and wrote: "Close for restocking" on some cardboard and placed it in the window. "There, that oughta hold them for a little while." He turned and surveyed the nearly wrecked store. An empty rack had been knocked over and the painter's cloth had fallen down. "That was a good idea you had," he said pointing at it. "I'm going to have to double the number of dressing rooms, I can tell." 55

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"Or triple," Marti said. He turned back to her and seemed to notice for the first time she wasn't wearing one of his bras. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, pointing at her chest. "Oh, I, uh, just needed to wash them," she lied, not willing to tell him she'd spent most of the afternoon having orgasm after orgasm to BDSM scenes. He nodded. "Sounds like you need another set." He went to the counter and pulled out a red bra, size thirty-eight D. "I saved this for you as soon as you volunteered to help," he said, thrusting it into her hands. "You've earned it." He went to the rack of panties and selected a size six in red. "This too." She took them, her heart full of gratitude. "Thanks!" For two and a half hours of work, she had just earned herself a hundred dollars worth of Stunners! "Want to try it on?" She nodded, suddenly missing the sensation of his bras and panties against her skin. She hurried to the dressing room and stripped down. She put them on and loved how they looked. And they fit perfectly! Already she could feel that warmth spreading from her groin to her breasts, making her hot and wet. "How's the fit?" Dave pulled aside the curtain and stepped into the tiny room. Marti turned toward him and put her shoulders back. "Good. What do you think?" His hands roamed over her breasts, tugging and stroking her. She felt faint and leaned back against the wall. She 56

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didn't want him to stop so she closed her eyes and lost herself in his stimulations. She felt his left hand at her panties, checking the fit. He had never done that before! Unconsciously, Marti moved her legs apart. Her pussy was on fire and ached for a man's touch. When his fingers touched her clit, she stiffened and opened her eyes. From his look, she could tell at once it wasn't an accident. "But you're gay!" she cried. His right hand suddenly slapped her left breast, at the same time his fingers pressed hard against her clit, and something happened to her. Instead of being angry, his actions made her swoon. She would've come if she hadn't already come five times that day. "Who said I was gay?" She looked into his eyes and saw a steeliness there she had never felt before. "I ... I just assumed..." "Because I chose to design women's bras?" He shook his head. "That's like saying all male interior designers are gay. Or all hairdressers." His hands continued to stroke her and Marti felt helpless to stop him and wasn't sure why. Perhaps because it felt so good, or perhaps because her mind was filled with images from the internet. "What ... what is it about these bras that make women so ... crazy?" He smiled, his fingers rubbing against her hard nipples, making them stand up even more. "That's a trade secret. But 57

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they do make women feel sexy, no? And isn't that what women want?" "Yeesss," she breathed, more because of what he was doing than because of what he was saying. "That's why I sell them together. I want women to wear them together at all times. They are more effective that way." "But ... they seem a little ... uh, dangerous." "Do you feel you are in danger?" "Noooo," she moaned, her hips moving in rhythm to his fingers. She knew she would soon come again and she didn't want him to stop. "I don't think 'dangerous' is the right word. I think it's more like, suggestive. Compelling. That's all. And a woman can take them off at any time, right?" Marti nodded, unable to form words now. Her eyes were closed and her legs splayed out and shaking as she waited for her orgasm to hit her. Suddenly, he slapped her left breast again and her orgasm exploded within her. Her legs gave out and she sank to the narrow bench behind her, her mind flooded with endorphins. Her head buzzed. She heard his voice right next to her ear. "How long has it been since you've felt a man's cock in your pretty pussy?" The question didn't even sound outrageous. "Seven months." "Good. Stand up and turn around. Brace yourself against the back wall." Without questioning him, she obeyed. She felt her panties being pulled down and off and she lifted her leg to help him. 58

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For a moment, she started to question her blind obedience, but when she started to turn around, Dave slapped her bottom, causing her to gasp and press against the wall, her breasts suddenly tingling with pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" She could only nod, not understanding why. It just was. He stepped up close and she felt his hard cock bump against her. She bent down and pressed the side of her face against the wall and waited for him to impale her. His cock slipped inside, making her groan. It wasn't a large cock, but it felt very good nonetheless. He began to stroke and his hands slapped her pale ass, first one side, then the other. She came again at once. "Oh god! Oh god! Dave!" He sped up and within seconds, she felt him erupt inside her. Her knees weakened and she sank down until she was kneeling against the narrow bench, her body spent. She felt his seed seep from her pussy. "Thanks, Marti. That was great." She nodded, not really sure what had just happened to her. Was it rape? Or...? "What's happening to me?" "The Stunners make you sexier, that's all. And all women want to be sexier." "But ... but I feel sluttier, not sexier." Dave shrugged as he pulled his pants into place and zipped up. "I guess it's all a matter of semantics." He bent down. "Listen, you are still the same woman you were before. You're not a slut. You're just more ready to experience life." 59

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He stood again and helped her to her feet. She looked down at herself, the red bra, the shaved pussy, the red marks on her knees. "So your design ... encourages my change in behavior..." She was now starting to get it. "Subtly, yes. But they don't change you for the worst. They just bring out the real woman in you." "How?" He smiled. "It's a secret, but I'll give you a hint: Nanotechnology." "What?" Dave shook his head. "I've said too much already. Just believe that my design is harmless and that it only helps a woman live a more sensual existence." He bent down and picked up the discarded red panties. "Here, let me help you." He held the panties out for her leg and Marti froze. "I'm not sure I want to wear them!" He looked up, surprised. "Really? Well, you don't have to. You can always put on your other undergarments." "I think I will," she said and grabbed her cotton panties from the bench. She slipped them on and tried to ignore the disappointment her body felt. She shrugged off her Stunners bra, not caring that Dave was right there, staring at her naked breasts. She quickly put on her other bra and got dressed. "I hope you're not mad," he said as she grabbed her purse. "I don't know. I have to think about it!" She started to leave. 60

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"Wait, let me wrap these up for you." He went to the counter to put her red bra and panties into a bag. Marti wanted to storm out in a huff, but she realized she really wanted the Stunners—she had earned them! So she waited while he tucked them away and handed them over. He followed her to the door and unlocked it. "Come by anytime and see me," he said pleasantly. Marti had no response to that so she left, shaking her head. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Five Safely back in her apartment, Marti was angry with herself for letting Dave rape her. Well, she thought, that might be overstating things. Maybe it was just a good fucking. It had been a long time and she had been very horny today—maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She shook her head, her thoughts jumbled. She decided to think about it later, when her mind was clearer. Marti collected all her Stunners and piled them up by the door. She was determined to get rid of them, and yet ... she couldn't quite bear it. So she just left them by the door and went to fix herself some dinner. She had two glasses of wine and felt a little better. She watched TV for a while, one eye occasionally straying to the pile of bras and panties. At one point, she stood up, ready to take the underwear down to the trash chute and get rid of them, but she didn't follow through. They were just too damn comfortable and she'd paid too much for them. She felt used by Dave and yet ... when he had slapped her breast and ass, it was just what she had wanted him to do. In fact, she had wanted a lot more. Like the women in those web sites. It scared her and excited her at the same time. Nano-technology. She turned off the TV and went into her bedroom and flopped down on her bed with the laptop. Now that she was wearing her regular underwear, she felt it was safe to explore the web. She Googled "nano-technology" and began to read. 62

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She learned it was the use and manipulation of moleculesized structures that can perform a variety of tasks. How that fit into bra technology, she had no idea. Perhaps that's what made it possible for a lightweight bra to hold up so well. But it certainly did not explain her change in behavior! Marti decided to avoid her new bras and panties for a while and see if she returned to normal. Then she could decide if she should toss them or not. Having made that decision, she went to bed, naked under her nightshirt. She tossed and turned and slept poorly, but she did not give in to the siren call of her Stunners. She woke up Sunday morning cranky and tired but felt as if she had a bit more control over her life. She fixed some coffee and ate some toast and jam while she stared at the little pile of colorful clothes by the door. She still wasn't ready to throw away more than four hundred dollars worth of underwear. She showered and got dressed—in ordinary bra and panties under her jeans and T-shirt. She spent the day looking at museums, taking a break for lunch at a hot dog stand outside. Her bra pulled at her and seemed ill-fitting, but she did her best to ignore it. Her panties did nothing to tease her clit and she found she missed it. Having that small sense of arousal was like having a secret the world didn't know about. She returned to her apartment at six, exhausted and immediately pulled off her clothes, including her underwear. She walked naked into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Afterward, she felt better. Rather than put on any 63

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clothes, Marti slipped into a silk robe and went to make dinner and watch a little TV. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts while her body was alive with sensations. It was like a withdrawal, she realized. But not really. She never felt she had to wear her Stunners. They had simply made her feel good. Very good, in fact. As drugs go, they were pretty wimpy. She could quit anytime. With that in mind, Marti went to bed. **** Monday morning, she had still not made up her mind. Knowing she still had control over her body whether she wore the undergarments or not kept her from throwing out the Stunners. She put on an ordinary bra and panties under a nice tan skirt and white camisole and went to work. When Steve came in, he smiled and said hi, and tipped his head. "You look different today." His puzzled look told her it wasn't for the better. "Really?" She said, her heart lurching. Could he tell she wasn't wearing her Stunners? "Yes, I'm not sure what it is." He shook his head slightly and headed into his office. Marti turned and followed him with her gaze, feeling let down. Were things going to return to before, when she was the dull drone wasting her life away? She shuddered at the thought. Turning to her work, she found it tedious and boring—how could she have ever found it interesting before? 64

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She knew the answer to that. When a girl's pussy and breasts are being gently caressed, everything seems more interesting. Especially her, to her boss. Marti realized she faced a choice. She could go back to wearing her Stunners and perhaps risk losing more of herself, or she could get rid of them and risk a very dull and drab existence. Maybe I could wear them just some of the time, she thought. Tuesday, she stood looking at the untidy pile of clothes by the door and finally collected them. It wouldn't hurt to wear one of the bras, she decided. Tuesdays and Thursdays, she could wear her Stunners, keep Steve's interest. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, she'd wear her regular clothes. Problem solved. As soon as she put on her white Stunners, she felt more alive, sexier. She tried to ride herd on her emotions, telling herself it was simply the nano-technology doing a number on her somehow. Might as well enjoy it a little. As she passed Dave's shop, she was startled to see a small knot of women waiting out front and peering into the windows. His sign was still up: "Closed for restocking." The women were grumbling. "Why didn't Dave plan better?" said one woman to another. "I was ready for another set today!" Business had improved because women were becoming subtly addicted to the affect Stunners had on them. And she was one of them! This was probably illegal. Perhaps the FDA or FTC should be contacted. 65

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But when she sat down at her desk and saw Steve's face when he came in, her thoughts of turning Dave over to the feds evaporated. His face lit up and he came by and put his hand on her shoulder and said, "You look really good today, Marti!" She smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Harris. You look good too." He went into his office, whistling. Fuck, she thought, how could I give this up? Clearly, just wearing her Stunners did something to her appearance. Maybe the nano-bots or whatever made her appear sexier? Or maybe they made her give off more pheromones? She would have ask Dave, if it would do any good. Eight years he'd been working on his design. Plenty of time to concoct something diabolically stimulating. And probably illegal. Marti began to wonder if Stunners would prove to be psychologically addictive, or worse, physically addictive. Already she could feel herself wavering, wanting to wear them more often. After all, she could quit anytime, right? Her intercom buzzed. "Marti? Can you come in here please?" She jumped up and grabbed her steno pad, more for the benefit of the other secretaries than because she thought she'd need it. She went inside and closed the door behind her. "Yes, Mr. Harris?" "Please, come sit."

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She sat in the chair, her legs demurely together in front of her. Her panties and bra gave her a low-level buzz, like a teenager in love for the first time. It was quite pleasant. "You seem so much different today than yesterday, I'm trying to figure it out." She pretended to look puzzled. "Really?" "Yes. Yesterday, you seemed sad and today ... well, you look great today." "Thank you. Maybe I was just suffering from the Blue Mondays." He nodded. "Yeah, maybe that's it. Well, if there's anything I can do to help you get out of your sad mood, let me know. Hate to have my favorite secretary—uh, excuse me, administrative assistant—in a bad mood!" God she wanted to kiss him! Suddenly, she decided to share her secret and she didn't know why. "It may be my new, uh, underwear," she said quickly, before she could change her mind. He seemed startled. "What?" "I've been wearing a new kind of bra and panties and they're much more comfortable." Now he seemed uncomfortable. "Oh, uh, really?" "Yes, and when a girl finds a bra that really works for her, why, it just lifts her spirits all around, if you know what I mean." "Uh, yes ... Well, that must be it, then. It really makes a difference. Must be a tremendous bra!" His expression changed from unease to interest and it was clear to Marti he 67

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was dying to ask her if he could see it. But that was well over the sexual harassment line. Marti realized she was in control. If she took the next step, she could easily seduce Steve. But did she really want to? He was allegedly happily married. Hmm, she thought. Maybe I can have it both ways. "You really should tell your wife about them," she went on, standing up as she spoke and walking around the edge of his desk. He seemed to be confused about what to do—his mind was telling him one thing, but the growing erection visible in his pants said something else. "Really?" "Oh yes," she said, coming close now, feeling so sexy and in control. As if her bra and panties were giving her extra confidence, just like they had when she had asked for a raise! Her hands went to her blouse and she began to unbutton the top button. "May I show you how comfortable it is?" "Uh ... I ... Well, I..." Marti stood over him and unbuttoned the new few buttons and pulled the edges of her blouse apart so he could see her bra. She knew he could see her dark nipples through the thin material. "They're called Stunners. Pretty nice, huh?" "Uh, yeah. I'm sure Claire will be, uh, interested in hearing about them." "They're engineered with space-age materials to support a woman's breasts and yet be light and flexible. It's like being seventeen again!" She took one of his hands and he didn't fight her. "Here, let me show you." 68

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She lifted his hand to the side of her bra, noting how pale Steve looked. He was terrified of being caught sexually harassing another employee. But as soon as he touched her bra, his expression changed. His mouth came open and his fingers began to rub against the side of her breast. It felt wonderful. Marti closed her eyes and allowed him to touch her. His fingers slid over the sleek material, growing bolder. "Yes, it really is smooth and lightweight," he said softly. "Very nice." His thumb slipped across her nipple and it stretched out toward him. "Oh, that's nice," she agreed. With some effort, Steve pulled away and rubbed his thumb against his fingers. "We probably shouldn't be doing this." She shook herself slightly and came back to her senses. Had she just done what she thought she had done? She began buttoning up her blouse. "Well, tell your wife they're only sold at a small shop downtown, about two blocks from the office." With that, she turned and headed for the door. She opened it and turned back to him, enjoying the site of him staring at her, his mouth half-open, his fingers still rubbing together. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Harris?" "Uh, no," he said, his voice barely audible. She left and went immediately to the restroom and found an empty stall. Pulling up her dress and yanking down her panties, she slipped her fingers into her sopping wetness and climaxed within seconds, biting her lip to keep from crying out. God that felt good! 69

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Marti decided maybe her Stunners weren't so dangerous after all, now that she had learned how to use them to her advantage. **** She stuck to her schedule of wearing her Stunners only on Tuesdays and Thursdays for all of one week. By the following Monday, she began to hate herself on her "Dull Days" as she had come to call them. So she put on her red Stunners underneath her pink blouse, red skirt, stockings are garter belt and went to work knowing she would be getting a lot of attention. And it worked. She drew whistles on the subway, heads turned as she walked down the street, and men seemed eager to open doors for her. Marti passed by Dave's shop and noted he had apparently restocked and was ready to reopen because there was a good-sized crowd of women outside, waiting for him to open in a half-hour. She wondered if he had hired some help. At work, Steve did his usual double-take and not five minutes after he went into his office, he buzzed her and asked her to come in. She smiled to herself, feeling sexy and confident in her Stunners, and went inside. She didn't bother bringing her Steno pad. "Yes, Mr. Harris?" she said, noting that her voice had dropped an octave. "Wow, you look ... magnificent," he said, staring at her. "I'm wearing my new bra—and panties. You like?" 70

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His mouth came open. "Uh..." He hesitated and Marti knew exactly what he was trying to say. She waited, smiling, on hand on her hip. "Uh ... can I see?" His face flushed red and he realized he had crossed the line. Marti knew she was within her rights to tell him to back off, but it was the last thing she wanted to do. She stepped closer, keeping his desk between them. She began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly. "I'm sure you realize that you're asking a lot of me," she said, smiling. "You wouldn't take advantage of me, would you?" "Uhhhhh..." He was inarticulate, his eyes focused on the red bra now emerging from her blouse. She unbuttoned the last button and pulled the sides apart, enjoying his helpless gaze, his half-opened mouth. She leaned forward. "You like?" "Uh-huh." He shook himself. "I like." "Did you tell Claire about them?" At the mention of his wife, he seemed to pull back. Marti cursed herself. That was stupid! "Uh, yeah." "Maybe it should have been our little secret, huh?" As she spoke, she reached down with both hands and slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt. "What—what are you doing?" She paused. "I thought you'd like to see the matching panties too—or am I wrong?" 71

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"Uh, well ... I ... Yeah, I'd like to see them ... but only if you want to show me." She pulled her hem up her stocking-covered legs until her garter belt straps could be seen. He gasped. Two inches further and her red panties came into view. They were sheer and naughty and Marti knew he could see her camel toe. She had a sudden image of herself bent over his desk while he whipped her ass. I'll bet Mrs. Harris doesn't go for that kind of behavior! "They ... are ... beautiful," he moaned. "Yes, they make me feel very sexy." He nodded and stood up and Marti could see his erection threatening to tear out of his pants. He leaned over the desk and touched both sides of her breasts. His fingers felt electric on her and it was her turn to moan. "We ... we have to stop," he said at last, pulling his hands away. "Okay," she said, feeling let down. "But I thought you should see them." "Maybe, uh ... I should probably see some of the other colors ... just for comparison's sake." She nodded. "Very well, if you insist, Mr. Harris." "You can call me Steve." Marti shook her head. "Oh no," she said, "you'll always be 'Mr. Harris' to me." He nodded. "Okay." She pulled her clothes together and brought her fevered body under control with some effort. "Would you like some coffee, Mr. Harris?" 72

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He sat back down and adjusted his pants, trying to hide his raging erection. "Uh, yes, that would be nice, Marti." She left, her mind and body buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Before she went to the coffee room, she stopped by the bathroom for a quick orgasm. She needed some tissues to wipe up the mess. She felt sorry for leaving Mr. Harris hanging like that and wished she could do something to help him. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Six Marti thought she was in control. She thought she could quit anytime. But once she started wearing her Stunners every day, she felt an overwhelming desire to be sexy and naughty. Her relationship with Steve moved inexorably from flirtation to affair. It seemed Mr. Harris wasn't the ideal husband after all, not faced with the temptation Marti offered. Tuesday, after such a hot experience Monday, they clearly both wanted more. Marti wore her ivory Stunners, although in her heart, she wanted to wear the red ones every day. To compensate, she had on a near-sheer tan blouse and thighhigh black skirt. When Steve called her into his office, his first question was: "What color are you wearing today?" She knew he had been able to tell at once, but she played along. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ivory Stunner. He whistled softly and waved her closer. She came around to his side of the desk and he pressed her against it while still seated in his chair. His hands went to her breasts and teased her. "Do the panties match?" "Of course." "I'll have to see to be sure." His right hand slipped up the outside of her thigh. "Do you think I'd wear the wrong color?"

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"It's best to be sure." His fingers touched the edge of her panties and she shivered. Slowly, she raised the hem of her dress until he could see her panties. He licked his lips. "Mr. Harris, you're a very naughty man." "Yes, I am." His fingers moved around until they touched the front panel and she knew he could tell she was already wet. Now came the tricky part. They both wanted what was to come next, but this was hardly the place. People might spread rumors. As his fingers stroked her pussy through the thin material, he asked, "What are you doing for lunch?" "I don't know. Are you asking me out?" "Yes," he gasped. "I think you should have a business meeting. Say at the Peabody?" The Peabody was a hotel around the corner from the office building. He nodded. "I'll leave at eleven-thirty, you come by at eleven-forty-five? I'll leave a note for you at the desk." She nodded. "Sounds good." Distantly, she heard warning bells and ignored them. This is what she had secretly desired ever since she had been assigned to Steve. She didn't care if he was married—she didn't want to marry the man, just fuck him. And he seemed happy to oblige. With some effort, they separated and she pulled her clothes together. She wondered Steve would understand her need to be slapped or spanked and decided he'd probably need a push in that direction. With her new-found confidence, she had no trouble being assertive. She suspected Mr. Harris would find it very exciting. 75

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She left his office and went at once to the restroom and cleaned up. When she returned to her desk, she felt a buzz of anticipation. She sat at her computer and began working on another report and was soon lost to the figures, her hips making tiny thrusting movements against the front panel of her panties, her nipples tingling in rhythm. At eleven-twenty-five, Steve came out of his office, all business. "Business meeting, be back after one," he informed her a bit too loudly so Darlene and the other secretaries could hear. "Okay, Mr. Harris," she replied and returned to her work. She waited exactly twelve minutes before gathering up her purse and leaving the office. Riding the elevator down, she thought she should feel guilty but she did not. She suspected her Stunners were responsible for her lack of conscience. Out on the street, she strolled toward the Peabody, enjoying the looks passing men gave her. Idly, she thought of Dave and what he was doing today. Probably very busy, from the look of things the last time she had visited his store. She gave a little shiver when she remembered how it felt to fuck him and be spanked by him. She entered the Peabody and asked for any messages for Miss Andrews. The clerk handed her an envelope with a knowing smile. "Room 535," the note inside said. She went up the elevator to the fifth floor and headed down the corridor, her bra and panties making her body tingle. She knocked on the door. It opened at once and Steve grabbed her and pulled her inside. In an instant, she was 76

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enveloped by his strong arms and he kissed her, taking her breath away. This was how a man should love a woman, she realized. No mincing around, no politeness, no equality of the sexes. A woman just needs to be taken once in a while. His hands pulled at her blouse and she pushed him back long enough to gasp, "Don't rip it—I'll never to able to explain it." That slowed him down long enough to allow her to unbutton her blouse and toss it aside. Her skirt quickly followed and his clothes came next. They tumbled into the bed. He started to remove her bra and she stopped him. "Wait," she said. "It's sexier with it on for a little while." He shrugged and returned to kiss her face, her neck, her lips and the upper parts of her breasts. Her underwear seemed to be in tune with his actions and yet, she wanted more. Did she dare tell him of her recent fetish? She dared. "Spank me," she gasped. He pulled back. "What?" "I like to be spanked." His grin spread across his face. "Really?" "I'm very bad," she said. He rolled over, pulling her on top of him and gave her bottom a light spank. "Harder." He obliged and she trembled in his grasp. He hit her again and Marti felt her orgasm rise. "You are a naughty girl." "Yes." 77

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He spanked her for several minutes, heating up her bottom and causing her to rub her pussy against his groin, where his cock seemed to grow harder by the minute. "My tits," she gasped. "Slap my tits." He did, although he was much too careful. "No, harder. Act like you mean it!" She felt his hands at her back and her bra was unclasped and pulled from her. She could tell the difference, but she was caught up in the moment now. He rolled her over onto her back and slapped her tits harder, his face grimacing. Marti threw her head back. "Yes!" He did it again. And again. When he couldn't stand it any more, he stripped off her panties, and shoved his hard cock inside her. "Oh! Oh my god!" His cock was long and hard and full and it seemed to fit her pussy perfectly. Her orgasm quickly rose up and overpowered her and her brain short-circuited for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Steve was still thrusting hard into her. He bent down and bit her left breast and she howled in delight. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marti rode along with Steve as he pounded her naked body until she felt him erupt inside her. "Oh god! Oh my god!" She hugged him close, her pussy throbbing and clutching at him. Finally they separated. Steve gasped for air and his body was sweaty. She clung to him, unwilling to let the moment end. 78

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"That was incredible," he told her when he caught his breath. "Yes, it was." He raised up on one elbow. "Um, we didn't talk about birth control ... I hope..." She nodded. "I'm still on the pill. I had a boyfriend a while ago, but we broke up." Steve looked relieved. "I don't know what got into me. When I'm with you, I'm like an animal." "That can be very good sometimes." "Yes it can. I never knew you had it in you! You seemed so demure before." She knew he meant "before she started wearing her sexy new underwear." She also knew if she hadn't, they wouldn't be in bed together now. Now that they were done, his guilt seemed to creep in. "Uh, listen, Marti..." She put a finger to his lips. "Shh. I know you are happily married. This is just a fling. I won't demand you divorce her and marry me and I won't tell anyone. You have my word." "Really?" He seemed stunned—and grateful. "Yes. This is just about raw sex." His eyebrows went up. "Wow, you're like a wet dream come true." She laughed. "It's my underwear that makes me so naughty." "Oh, that's funny." He didn't realize she wasn't kidding. **** 79

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Marti returned to Dave's store shortly before closing on Thursday to find it packed with women, all fighting to buy his bras. She stood and surveyed the scene. Dave had hired two women to help him and had added two new dressing rooms, but it still wasn't enough. She knew his shop was far too small to handle the crush of business. He spotted her and waved and said, "Can you wait until I close?" Because she had wanted to buy another bra, this one in black, she nodded. She doubted he'd have any in her size left, but she waited outside for another half-hour until he managed to take care of the last customer. He put up the closed sign and waved her inside. "Whew," he said, his face red and perspiring. "I can't keep up." Once again his shop looked like it had been hit by a tornado. The two assistants seemed equally exhausted. "Can I go home now?" One of them asked. Marty could tell at once that she was wearing Stunners. She had that sexual glow about her. A glance at the other girl showed the same thing. "Yes, Diane. Your new bra and panties are under the counter. Yours too, Carol." The two women eagerly rushed to pick up their sets and hurried out the door. Dave locked up after them. Marti turned to Dave. "You're paying them in bras?" He grinned. "It's what they want. Don't worry, they get minimum wage too. I'm not a monster." 80

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She shook her head. "And how many women are you fucking?" Was she jealous? He tipped his head. "Only you, so far. I mean, I don't really have the time, you know." She nodded, feeling her jealousy ease. And why was she jealous, anyway? "But if some woman threw herself at you..." He shrugged. "I can't say for sure. This is all new to me." "Really? You've been working on this design for eight years, you're telling me you had no clue what you were about to unleash?" "Not really. I had suspicions. But until I opened my store, I wasn't sure what to expect." "Please tell me what you've put into these bras and panties that make women so sexually ... crazy." "They simply take a woman's sexuality and increase it, that's all. It's not harmful by any means. I would never do anything like that." "But look at these women! They are almost out of control! Surely you should warn them." "I may have to come up with some kind of warning label. But all a woman has to do is stop wearing them and they'll be fine!" "Easier said than done, I've found." "Really?" "Yeah. I tried to stop. But I felt sad and lonely and depressed without them. I have to say, I'm a happier woman when I wear them." She wasn't sure she was ready to confess that she had a sudden desire to be whipped and abused as well as fucked. 81

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He smiled slyly at her. "So, would you like to try on a different one tonight?" "So you can molest me? Maybe even fuck me?" She had said it as a challenge, but she realized that's just what she wanted. Despite her fling on Tuesday, she needed more today. And she knew Dave understood her cravings. "Only if you want me to." He stepped closer and touched her breast through her camisole top. She wanted to pull away but her body didn't let her. She stood there and let him stroke her breasts, his thumb sliding across her nipple, making her fight down a groan. "I think I need to check the fit of this bra," he said. "Yesss," she replied, her voice weak. "Or maybe this," he said, the fingers of his left hand pressing against her panties through her skirt. "Oh god, Dave, you're making me into such a slut." "Is anyone else fucking you?" "Uh...." "Your boss?" He was quick. "Yesss." She found it difficult to lie to him. "Tell me." Marti found herself describing the scene at the Peabody. Dave didn't seem the least bit jealous. "Well, maybe you are becoming a bit of a slut. Nothing wrong with that." He took her arm and guided her to the back and into one of the dressing rooms. He slid the curtain closed and pressed her against the back wall. Marti was helpless to stop him, her body seemingly under the control of her underwear! Her 82

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nipples and clit tingled with every movement and she realized that's why she had stopped by tonight. It wasn't to buy a new bra—it was to see Dave, to feel his cock inside her. And to feel the slap of his hand on her breasts and bottom. He was the only one who understood her burning need. His left hand returned to rub against her pussy. Marti closed her eyes and let her legs sag apart. Suddenly, his right hand slapped her left breast and her eyes shot open as her endorphin levels jumped up. "Oh god!" "You like that, don't you?" "Yes." He slapped her again and traded hands so he could slap her right breast. "Get your clothes off." Her hands went at once to her camisole and yanked it over her head. She unzipped her skirt and let it puddle to the floor. She did not take off her underwear, however. Dave began to slap her breasts, harder and harder as Marti leaned back against the wall and cried out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She was about to come when he suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and he was smiling at her. "I have a new toy for you." "What?" He left and returned a few seconds later. He held a riding crop in his hand! It made her heart flutter and her pussy seemed to grow even wetter. He didn't need to explain himself, he simply reversed his arm, elbow up, aimed the flap of the crop at her clit and gave her a sharp slap. 83

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"OH GOD!" Marti collapsed down onto the small bench seat, spots in front of her eyes. She had never before climaxed from having her pussy slapped and it was almost too powerful to handle. "Get up and bend over!" He barked and she struggled to obey. When she was braced against the wall, he started hitting her bottom with the crop, left and right, left and right, forcing cries from her even as she wanted him to hit her harder. But more than that, she wanted him to hit her on her breasts and pussy again. "Turn around!" She jumped up and turned around and he started hitting her breasts with the crop, stinging her and causing tears to fly from her eyes. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh god!" He stopped and she opened her eyes to see Dave unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. "Pull your panties aside!" She reached down and yanked the gusset of her panties to the side and spread her legs. He stepped close and rammed his cock into her. She threw her head back and came at once. He started to thrust into her and pulled her toward him and reached around with the riding crop and began slapping her ass, punctuating every upward thrust of his hips. "God! Oh god! Oh my god!" She came again and then again before she felt his seed erupt into her. She hugged him tightly until he was 84

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completely spent. Dave slipped out and eased her down onto the bench. Now that her senses were beginning to return, Marti had questions. "Why ... why do I like that so much? The spankings, I mean. Did you do that?" "Well..." He seemed more talkative because he had just come. "Sort of. It doesn't affect all women like that. If they hated being whipped or spanked during sex, their Stunners wouldn't make them suddenly like it. It's more about bringing out a woman's inner desires, that's all." "That's all! That sounds like quite enough." "Just stop wearing them if you feel that way." "Easy for you to say. Perhaps you should wear them." "I'm a bra designer, and bras don't work on me." "Well, wear the panties. I mean, what self-respecting inventor doesn't test his product himself?" "I doubt they'd work. I mean, they're made for women." "At least try. No one has to know you're wearing women's panties under your pants." He shrugged. "Maybe I will someday, just to satisfy you." He stood up and zipped up. "Now, I think you were here to buy a new black bra? I saved one for you." She snorted. "I should get a discount for fucking you." He tipped his head. "How about ten percent?" "How about twenty?" He nodded. "Very well." On the way home, her package firmly in hand, Marti thought about how strange her life had become. She had 85

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Chapter Seven On Friday, Marti left her Stunners at home in an effort to prove to herself that she was still in control. She realized it was a mistake the moment Steve walked in and smiled at her, his expression fading into puzzlement. It was as if she had turned down the volume on her sexuality and in her position, she needed all the sexuality she could offer. He nodded her into his office and said as soon as she closed the door behind her, "What's the deal? You seem depressed." "I'm not wearing my special underwear today." "Ohh, wash day?" "Something like that." "Well, perhaps you'd better let me see what you have on, just to make sure." She went through the motions, but she didn't feel very sexy. Perhaps she was missing the Stunners or perhaps she felt guilty. Or perhaps she had had enough sex for one week, thank you. He pressed her against the desk and hiked up her skirt to run his hand over her panties and she pretended to be excited—after all, wasn't this a dream come true? But her attention was on the framed photo on the cabinet behind his desk, showing Claire and his two beautiful, blond-haired children. That was when she realized how insidious her Stunners were. They took away her guilt. She was having an affair with 87

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a married man! She must stop this and go find a good man on her own, and not try to distract this man from his family! She struggled in his embrace. "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulled away. She pointed to the picture. "It's making me feel guilty, I guess." He turned and flipped the picture on its face. "Don't worry about that. We have an agreement, remember?" Marti nodded. "Straight sex, no complications." Without her Stunners on, she didn't feel as excited about their affair, but she tried to fake it. "Yeah. Let's meet at lunch again today." "Uh, I can't. It's too soon." Steve was disappointed. "Well ... shit." "Don't worry. I'll be more myself on Monday." She had already made up her mind to start wearing the Stunners regularly again. She didn't like this dishwater dull woman she had suddenly become. She pried herself loose and went to the door. "Don't worry, I'm just having an off day." He nodded and said, "Sure." As she sat at her desk, she realized just how important her Stunners had become in her life. She was becoming a slut and she didn't care as long as she kept wearing her high-tech underwear. That didn't sound like a good thing, but compared to the pale imitation of a woman she was now, it was far better. Marti could see now how effective Dave's product had become. Sure, women were in control, but how could they 88

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put this magic underwear aside once they've experienced sexual nirvana? She would wear them every day and so would just about every woman who tried them. Soon, thousands of women would be wearing their Stunners, acting out their secret fantasies and driving men wild in the process. Was that really such a bad thing? **** She wore her Stunners all weekend, even sleeping in them. She would only change them to gently wash them for the next time. She felt an urge to exercise, so she ran three miles on Saturday and two miles on Sunday. When she weighed herself, she had dropped three pounds. On Monday, she wore the black Stunners with a black skirt and a gray blouse. Steve loved it. As before, he made her unbutton her blouse so he could examine her bra and raise her skirt to rub his thumb against her clit. She became so hot, she lost control and pushed him back in his chair and unzipped his pants. "Hey ... what...?" His cock sprang free and she went down on it. She had never done that before and it drove him crazy. He seemed torn between feeling guilty and worried about getting caught right up until she made him squirt into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. "Oh my god," he gasped. "That was incredible." "I'll bet Claire doesn't do that for you," she said, feeling very naughty. "No, no she doesn't. She says it's ... ooky." 89

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She laughed. "Ooky?" "Yeah. She doesn't like the taste." "I'll bet she doesn't like to be spanked, either." "No, of course ... I mean, no, she doesn't." "How about you? Do you think I'm too slutty?" "Oh no, you're just slutty enough!" And he was right. She was just slutty enough to get what she wanted. What was wrong with that? On Tuesday, Marti wore the white undergarments and gave Steve another blow job in his office. This time, he made her strip off her blouse first and she willingly complied. The risk involved only made her feel more alive, more sensual and she quickly brought him off. When she was done and zipped him up, he growled, "Tomorrow, the Peabody." She nodded, her bottom and breasts suddenly tingling. An idea flowered in her mind and she spoke before she could stop herself. "First, I want you to buy something," she said. Wednesday, in Room 456, Steve opened his briefcase to show her the riding crop he had just purchased. "I had to go all the way to the Upper West Side to get it. Apparently, horses aren't a big hobby in Manhattan." Marti barely heard him. Her eyes were fixated on that strip of leather and she couldn't wait to feel it. "Slap my breasts," she said, stripping off her blouse and showing off her blue Stunners. "Take off your bra." "No! Slap me through it!" Steve obliged and she jerked from the sharp slap to her left breast. "Harder!" 90

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He struck her again and she shivered with delight and pain. "Again!" He hit her right breast and then her left. She stood there, trembling, feeling her orgasm rising up like a bubble from her loins into her stomach and up to her sore breasts. When her breasts became too tender, she spun around and thrust her Stunner-covered ass up and said, "Hit me!" Steve became a wild man, hitting her harder and harder and she rode along with every blow, crying out, feeling the climax swell inside her until it was ready to burst. "Fuck me!" She cried out and threw herself on the bed, yanking the gusset of her panties aside, offering herself to him. Steve unzipped his pants and his cock thrust out and he jumped on her. Being fucked with her underwear still on was a tremendous turn-on and as soon as she felt his hard tool slip inside, she climaxed so hard the lights seemed to go out. When she came to, he was thrusting hard and she came again. Wrapping her legs around him, she told him, "Slap my tits while you're fucking me!" and he did, sending her to the moon. He came inside her in a rush and she shivered and hugged him close. "My god, you are incredible!" he said a few minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal. "I know. I'm a very bad girl." "And you're okay with just sex?" "Yes." It was true. As long as she was wearing her slutty Stunners. Was that all there was to her life now? To be a sex object for men such as Steve and Dave? 91

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As if in response, her brain answered: And what's wrong with that? Or maybe that was her Stunners talking. **** Friday night, after a week's worth of blowjobs and sex, Marti returned to her apartment exhausted but exhilarated. She stripped off her clothes, leaving on her Stunners, as usual, and dragged herself into the bathroom. She wanted a shower to wash off the sex that she and Steve had had that afternoon. She could still feel his sperm leaking into her panties, making her wet and horny all over again. She turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. But when she reached back to unclasp her bra, she hesitated. Shaking her head, she dropped her hands to her panties and started to pull them down. Again, her hands stilled. "This is crazy," she said and yanked her panties down to her hips. Once again, she stopped. Slowly, she pulled them back into position. "Come on! I have to change my underwear!" It was like she was arguing with another part of herself, the sexy self. And the sexy self was winning. Marti reached in and turned the faucet until the water was just tepid. Wouldn't want to hurt her Stunners! Then she stepped in under the spray, underwear and all and began to wash up. Pulling her panties in front, she washed away Steve's seed and used a soapy hand to clean her pussy. She noted some stubble there and grabbed the razor and shaved herself, tugging her Stunners down to her thighs but did not 92

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take them completely off. She did the same thing for her breasts, pulling the bra aside to clean herself. When she stepped out, clean but with her damp undergarments clinging to her, she shook her head at how ridiculous she was behaving. Why had she done that? It made no sense. She went into the bedroom, still carrying her towel and stood over her underwear drawer. Picking up the red panties, she put a corner in her mouth as she quickly stripped off the wet ones, wiped the towel over her pussy and ass and stepped into the red panties within seconds. She repeated the process with her bra, never allowing more than a few seconds to pass before she had on her Stunners again. She took the wet clothes and hung them over the shower rod. There, they'll be ready again anytime I need them! She wore the bra and panties out into the living room and decided she didn't want to cook anything that night. A pizza would be good. She dialed the number for her favorite place, just three blocks away and ordered a veggie pizza. Forty minutes later, when the doorbell rang, Marti got up to answer the door without putting on her robe. It was as if her mind didn't think there was anything wrong with it. When she opened the door, the young pizza boy was startled to say the least. He nearly dropped the box and his eyes bulged out. She recognized him as Sam, who had delivered to her many times before. He was about twenty, with short blond hair and a spray of acne across his chin. "Ms. Andrews! Uh..." "Come in, Sam. I'll get your money." 93

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He stumbled in and closed the door behind him. "Uh, okay ... but ... don't you think you should put something on? I mean..." She looked down at herself with some surprise and noted how good her red underwear looked. "Oh, this? I was just too hot, I guess." She found her purse and pulled out some bills. "You like them?" "Uh, sure!" "How much do I owe you?" "Uh ... fourteen seventy-five." She handed him fifteen dollars. "That's all the cash I have, but it's not much of a tip, is it?" "Oh, that's okay, Ms. A. Looking at you is tip enough!" "Nonsense." She dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and she couldn't wait to taste it. He tried to step back but she grabbed his belt. "Ms. Andrews! What are you doing!?" She looked up. "Don't you want a tip?" "Well, yeah, but..." Marti already had his cock out and dove on it. After that, Sam seemed to lose any objections. Within two minutes, she had him squirting into her mouth and he gasped out his gratitude. "Thanks, Ms. A, that was ... that was..." She tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. "Happy to help out, Sam."

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She walked him to the door and saw him out. He was still sputtering when she closed the door. She licked her lips and said, "Hmm, young sperm—nothing like it!" Marti turned to her pizza, which also was delicious. After wearing her Stunners all weekend, changing them quickly as before, Marti was beside herself on Monday. As soon as Steve stepped from the elevator, she followed him into his office without a word and quickly stripped off both her blouse and skirt, showing him her black Stunners. Then she pushed him back in his chair and unzipped his pants. "Marti! Wait!" She couldn't wait. And, like Sam, once she had his hard cock in her mouth, he seemed to forget any objections he may have had. She seemed eager to drain him and teased his cock until he exploded, biting down on his hand to keep from crying out. She swallowed every drop and sat back, feeling her equilibrium returning. "My god, Marti—we have to be more careful! People will begin to notice!" "I'm sorry—I just had to have you." She found her clothes and began putting them on. "Want to meet at the hotel today?" "I can't, I have a real business meeting today." She hid her disappointment and wondered if Dave would be free. No, she thought—he'll be swamped with customers. Too bad. Nevertheless, at lunchtime she went to his store and was shocked to find it locked and deserted! Several women were milling around and she spotted one of them, a tall blonde who 95

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looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps she had been a customer when Marti had worked in the store. She asked her, "What's going on? What happened to Dave?" "I don't know. Last time I was in the store, he said he was moving to a bigger space, but he didn't say where! Or when he'd reopen! I really need another bra! I can't wait until he gets his shit together!" Marti recognized the look of panic and almost told her to start wearing her Stunners all day and night, but kept her mouth shut. Let her figure it out. Stepping closer to the door, she noticed several slips of paper taped to the glass or stuck in the crack. She pulled one out. "Where is your new store? Call me. Susan" followed by a telephone number. Marti imagined they were all like that. They were probably from women like herself a few weeks ago who had been desperate to buy enough bras and panty sets to wear every day of the week. So where did Dave go? It wasn't like him to just disappear like that. This was his livelihood. He wanted to be the most famous bra designer in the country. She couldn't believe he wouldn't leave a forwarding address. "He'll probably put an ad in the paper when he's ready to re-open," she assured the blonde. She couldn't help but let her eyes drop to her breasts, which seemed to heave with barely repressed sexuality. She had an image of the woman's panty-covered ass up, waiting for Marti to strike it and her fingers toyed with her belt. She licked her lips. The blonde seemed to recognize a kindred spirit and she said, "What color are you wearing today?" 96

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"Black." "Ohh, I don't have a black bra yet. I'd like to see how it looks." Marti tipped her head and moved away from the others and the blonde followed. "There's a hotel around the corner. I could show you there." The words came out before she realized what she was saying. She almost laughed it off, but the blonde nodded. "Yes, I'd like to see. What size do you wear?" "Thirty-eight D. Although I think I might need thirty-eight double-D next." "You too?" They were walking now, leaving the other women behind to stare after them. "My boobs seemed to have grown too—they went from a thirty-four B to a thirty-six C in just a few weeks." "Dave said it was how the bras fit, I guess." They arrived at the Peabody and checked in. They split the cost of the room. Taking the key, they went upstairs without a word. Marti didn't even know her name and didn't really want to. She liked the anonymity of it. She unlocked the door and stepped through and the blonde closed it behind her. "What color do you have on?" Marti asked her. The blonde unbuttoned her blue blouse to reveal a blue Stunner underneath. Marti could've guessed. She didn't say anything, she just nodded until the blonde had unbuttoned her blouse all the way and pulled the sides apart. "And you?" 97

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Marti unbuttoned her blouse and soon they were standing there, five feet apart, showing each other their bras. If she wasn't caught in the grip of her Stunners, she might've found this embarrassing—or comical. "And the panties match?" Marti said. The blonde unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her legs. Marti could tell at once that the woman shaved her pubic hair as well—the pale skin was obvious behind the sheer panel. The blonde nodded and Marti unbuckled her belt and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. The blonde licked her lips and stared at her crotch. "I like the black." They took a step toward each other. Marti had never been with a woman before but it didn't seem to be an issue. She needed sex—any type of sex. What was more, she needed to whip this woman and be whipped by her. She bent down and pulled the belt from her skirt and doubled it over. "I have a sudden urge to whip your bottom." The blonde nodded. "And I want to whip yours ... And those big tits of yours." Marti felt her knees go weak. She handed over the belt. The woman took it and gave an experimental slap to her palm. Marti shivered. Without warning, the blonde lashed out and struck Marti's left breast with the belt, causing her to cry out. "Too hard?" "No. God no." She struck her again, a backhand that caught her right breast. Marti felt her panties growing damp. She stood there, 98

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her tits thrust out while the blonde struck her again and again. Finally, she held the belt out. "My turn." Marti took it and made a gesture toward the bed. The blonde flopped down on her stomach, her feet on the floor, ass up invitingly. It was just as she had imagined it when they were standing outside Dave's store. She reared back and slapped the woman's pale globes through her blue panties and watched as a red line appeared. The blonde was stoic and took the blow well. She struck her again and again, leaving marks each time. Now she could hear the woman gasping. She fell on her and pressed her fingers up against her crotch, noting how wet she was. "Not yet," the woman gasped and rolled over. "Hit my tits! Hit my tits!" Marti obliged, leaving several marks. Then it was her turn and the blonde struck her bottom several times, making her moan as she felt her orgasm rise. When she felt the blonde's fingers slipping under her panties and down to her clit, she raised her butt up to help her. As soon as she rubbed her clit, she exploded. After that they were a blur of blue and black underwear set against pale skin as they rolled around on the bed, pleasuring each other. But neither one removed their underwear. To reach the nipples, the cups were pulled down. To lick a pussy, the gusset of the panties was pulled aside. Marti lost all track of time. When at last she looked up at the bedside clock, her 99

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tongue tired and her hair mussed up, she noted it was almost one-thirty. She was late! "My boss is going to kill me!" she exclaimed. She rolled off the bed and grabbed her clothes. "That was nice." "Yeah, and I'm not even a lesbian!" Marti agreed. "Neither am I!" They both laughed at that. They knew it was the Stunners causing them to experiment. There was nothing wrong with it. It was natural. "Funny how we like the same thing." "Yeah." Now that her senses had partially returned, Marti was sorry she had brought the blonde here. What if they had run into Steve? "I'd like to see you again, if you're willing." "Yeah, I'd like that. But maybe at my place—I can't afford the Peabody on my salary." "Oh? You live alone?" "Yes." "Good, because I don't think my husband would understand!" Marti carried her clothes into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. The blonde followed her right in, unconcerned about their partial nudity. As they got dressed, Marti asked, "So, what's your name?" "Claire." Marti froze. No, it couldn't be. "Uh, I'm Marti." 100

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"Marti ... that name sounds familiar..." Her eyes widened. "You're not..." "And you're not..." It was so weirdly coincidental that both burst out in embarrassed laughter. "I hope you don't plan to share this with Steve," Claire said. "Oh god no!" But she decided not to share the fact that she was fucking him. "Maybe we, uh, shouldn't pursue this. You know, because of our circumstances." Marti nodded. "Maybe you're right." But that's not what she wanted to do and she could tell from Claire's eyes she felt the same. They decided to drop it for now. When she got back to the office, Steve was frowning. "You're late!" "Sorry. I got held up." Fucking your wife. "Well, okay. Just don't make a habit of it." "I won't, Mr. Harris." But the look she gave him said, You probably want to punish me for that. He smiled and nodded. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Eight Marti thought she could stop anytime, but now was realizing she had gone too far. She was acting more slutty and dangerous by the week and her conscience was nowhere to be found. Her liaison with Claire should've sent off major alarm bells but not only did it not, she met the woman again at her apartment during lunch the following Wednesday, when Claire's girls were at school. Like before, they had whipped each other into a frenzy before bringing each other off with fingers and tongue, all while wearing their Stunners. Afterward, Marti shared her secret, because Claire was still upset that she only had two pairs of Stunners to wear. When she stepped into the shower with her underwear on, Claire stared at her. "What are you doing?" "This way, I don't have to ever stop wearing them," Marti explained. "Plus, they get washed." "Huh." Marti peeked from behind the curtain. "You want to join me?" She shook her head. "I don't have anything to wear home!" Marti wasn't about to share a set of hers so the matter was dropped. But she suspected that Claire would soon find a way to stretch her outfits all week long with just her two sets by following Marti's example. 102

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On Monday and Thursday, Marti met Steve at the Peabody, fucking his brains out and getting deliciously whipped. He asked about why she never wanted to remove her underwear and she blurted, Ask your wife. Instead, she said, "Once you have them on, you never want to take them off." "Still, it's weird. I'd like to make love to you without underwear sometime." Marti shuddered at the thought of removing her precious Stunners. **** The biggest problem facing the Stunners fan club was no one had yet found where Dave had moved his shop. They checked the ads and stopped by the empty store regularly to share whatever information they had. They exchanged email addresses and phone numbers so they could keep in touch. Marti was angry with Dave for not telling her—she thought they were friends! After all, she had fucked him twice! That should count for something. She realized she didn't even know his last name and cursed her luck. "Maybe we should hire a private eye," said Barbara, the black woman that Marti had spotted in Dave's store before. "You know, track him down." The others nodded. "Yeah," piped up Sherry, a short blonde. "He could check the city records or something." "Hell, we could do that ourselves," Marti said, cursing herself for not thinking of it sooner. They turned to her. "Are you willing to do that?" asked Sherry. 103

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"Sure. Give me a couple days." The group parted and Marti returned to the office, her mind buzzing. She called city hall and got the clerk in charge of business records and pretended to be a customer who was owed a refund. She asked the woman to track down the owner of the shop or at least give her the owner's full name. "I only knew him as Dave," she told her. "Oh, yes, I've found it. Dave Smithers took out the business license for that place. But it was a sublet, according to this. I don't know for how long—maybe it was just for the two months." That puzzled Marti. "Why?" "I have no idea," the clerk told her. "Maybe he was doing some test-marketing." "But how can we find him? Surely he left a forwarding address! I mean, his store was so successful, he had to have planned to open a larger one somewhere!" "Again, I have no idea. You might check with the owner of the building, Gramercy Realty. They have an office on W. Nineteenth St." "Okay, thanks." Pleased, Marti made plans to visit the office Tuesday during lunch. Unless, of course, Steve wanted to take her to the Peabody. In her mind, sex always came first. Steve had a meeting at lunch, so Marti grabbed a cab outside her building and was dropped off in front of the real estate office. She went in and found the Gramercy Realty suite and smiled at the young, brunette receptionist. For a brief moment, Marti visualized the girl writhing underneath 104

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the lash of her belt, begging for more. She had to give herself a little shake to erase the image. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked. "Yes, I'm trying to track down a renter of one of your sublets, the, uh, Stunners lingerie store in Chelsea?" "Why?" "The owner, a man named Dave Smithers, owes me a refund and now I find the store closed and empty. I'd rather deal with him directly before I have to bring in the authorities," she threatened. "You know how that can get messy." The woman pursed her lips. "Well, let me talk to my boss. Will you excuse me a minute?" She got up and left the desk. Marti waited, her fingers tapping on the counter. The woman returned with an overweight man with a reddened face and dirty hair. "What's this all about?" he demanded. "I'm trying to find Dave Smithers, the man who rented your place on West Thirty-Second Street for two months. If you could put me in touch with him, we could avoid any negative publicity." He frowned. "Listen, lady, I don't have to give out any information about my tenants." He paused. "But that guy..." He shook his head. "That guy agreed to sublet the shop for six months and he skips out on me!" "Do you know where he went to? I thought he was going to open a bigger store. It was very successful, you know."

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"Yeah, I heard. He even asked me about other spaces I might have. We were gonna do a transfer of the lease and everything! Fucker. Uh, excuse my language, ma'am." "So he's ... vanished?" "Yeah. I've tried to reach him—his cell phone is disconnected. And I've sent guys around to his apartment but they've gotten nowhere..." "Can you give me his address?" When she saw his suspicious expression, she hurried on, "I'd like to leave him a note—or at least a note with his landlord." The man shrugged. "Normally, I wouldn't, in case you turned out to be a nut job." He smiled. "But I'd really like to find this guy too. I'll give you his address only if you promise to call and tell me what you find out." "Oh thanks! I certainly will!" "I don't know if he's still there. He might be in Montana for all I know." He tapped a few keys on the receptionist's computer and rattled off Dave's home address. "Thank you! I'll let you know if I find him!" Marti caught a cab out front and had the driver take him to Dave's apartment. She got out, hope in her heart, and ran up the steps. She found Smithers on the panel out front and rang the bell. Nothing. She rang it again and again. Still nothing. She found the super's apartment and rang it. "Yes?" Came a metallic voice. 106

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"I'm trying to track down one of your tenants, a Dave Smithers?" "Yeah? He's gone." "The apartment is vacant?" "Yep. I got a guy moving in in a coupla weeks. So it's already taken." "I don't care about the apartment—I need to find Dave!" "Sorry, can't help you." The voice clicked off. She hit the button again. When he didn't answer, she pressed down and held it. It took longer for him to respond. "Listen, lady—" "You don't understand! I'm pregnant!" she blurted. "He owes me!" A long silence ensued and Marti waited, holding her breath. Finally the lock clicked and she grabbed the door and opened it. Walking down the dim hallway, she found the super's apartment. He was waiting by the open door, a short, swarthy man with a two-day growth of beard in a stained Tshirt and dirty jeans. "You don't look pregnant," he said when he saw her. "It's ... recent," Marti said. "Look, I just want to find him. He doesn't know, you see. I'm sure he'd want to know." The man shrugged. "Well, it's possible he might've given me a forwarding address, for emergencies only, you understand. He told me not to give it out to just anybody." "Please, can I have it?" "I dunno. What's in it for me?" Marti knew the answer to that one. "I'll suck you off." His eyebrows went up. "You shittin' me?" 107

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"No." Her Stunners made her add, "And you can slap my tits too." He broke into a big smile. "Come on in, lady." He opened the door wide. **** A half-hour later, Marti was back on the street, the man's bitter-tasting sperm still on her tongue, her breasts aching but satisfied, and a slip of paper with Dave's address on it—in Boston! Why would he up and go to Boston when he was so successful here? Marti wanted to call and tell the other Stunners' girls about her discovery but something made her hold back. It might be a dead end. But that wasn't the real reason, she realized. She wanted to have him all to herself for a little while longer, at least. She told Steve she needed Friday off and he agreed, expressing some surprise. "What's up?" "My sister's sick—I have to fly to Boston," she said, lying through her teeth. She didn't even have a sister. Marti caught the nine a.m. shuttle to Boston on Friday and landed an hour later. She took a cab to Dave's apartment. She found his name and buzzed him, but he wasn't in. She tried the super's apartment. "Yeah?" "I'm trying to find Dave Smithers. He just rented 4C." "Oh, yeah. He's probably at work now." 108

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Her heart began to beat rapidly. "Can you tell me where he works?" "He's got some kinda shop, down on Piedmont, I think." Her heart leapt. "Thanks." Marti hailed a cab out front and asked to be taken to Piedmont Street. "I'm looking for a shop, but I don't know the exact address—can we just drive along it?" "Sure, lady," the cabbie replied. "That street is only about two blocks long anyway." Once they reached Piedmont, Marti spotted it in an instant. "Dazzlers" the store was called now, but even from the street, she recognized those bras anywhere. "Stop here!" She paid him and got out. Once again, Dave had chosen a tiny shop, barely twenty feet wide. No doubt he would be in there with few if any customers, just waiting like a spider in his web. She steeled herself and went inside. The store was deserted. Dave was sitting on tall stool behind a counter, reading a paperback. He looked up—and did a double-take. His face seemed stricken. "Aren't you going to say hello?" "Uh ... Hi, Marti, what, uh, brings you to Boston?" Marti exploded. "I might ask you the same thing! What is going on here? Why did you abandon a successful business in New York, only to open another tiny store here! It makes no sense!" "Uh, well..." He had the decency to look guilty. "You abandoned your customers! How could you?" 109

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"It's hard to explain..." His hand dropped behind the counter and for a moment, Marti thought he might be reaching for a gun. But what he pulled out was far worse—a riding crop! Her mouth fell open and her body quivered with need. "Uh..." "How does your underwear fit? Okay?" She nodded, her eyes locked onto the crop in his hand. She wanted nothing more than to have him strike her breasts with it. "Why don't you unbutton your blouse so I can see which color you're wearing today." She obeyed, her anger suddenly forgotten. "Ohhh, blue. Nice color. Although I do like the red best, don't you?" She nodded. He stood and came around toward her. He flipped the sides of her blouse apart and Marti stood up straighter and thrust her tits out toward him. Her eyes begged him to hit her. "I'll give you a choice, Marti. Which would you prefer? I can spank your tits until they are red, and then whip your bottom. Plus I'll even throw in a good fucking. Or..." he paused and rubbed the flap of the riding crop over her bra and her knees went weak. "Or I can tell you why I moved my store." She stared at him. Suddenly, her questions seemed unimportant. "Whip me. Fuck me." 110

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He smiled. "I thought you might say that." He motioned to the front door. "Go lock it." She nearly ran to obey, flipping around the Closed sign as well. She returned to stand in front of her tormenter. He reared back and slapped her left breast. She cried out but didn't move. Her body shook and her loins burned. He hit her again and again, covering her breasts with welts until she could barely stand it. "Now your ass," he said. She turned and bent over the counter, reaching back to flip her skirt up out of the way. He spanked her until she hovered on the verge of climax, but couldn't quite come. It was as if the next strike would push her over, but it never did, making her want more and harder blows. When she was gasping, her head spinning, he grasped her arm and dragged her to the dressing room in the back. He pushed her against the wall and unzipped himself. He pulled her panties aside and thrust himself into her. Marti exploded, her orgasm nearly causing her to fall unconscious. She managed to stay upright while he fucked her hard and fast until he erupted inside her. When he pulled out, he growled, "Now clean me up." She turned around and dropped to her knees and began to suck his softened cock, wishing it would grow hard again. Now that he had come, Dave seemed to be in a better mood. "I know I don't have to, but I'll tell you anyway, seeing as how you came this far." She looked up and his cock slipped from her mouth. He tucked it away and zipped up. She stayed on her knees, not 111

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wanting to do anything that might cause him to change his mind. "You see, it's like this. I know how addictive my design is. If I stayed in New York, I'd be swamped with business and that would soon draw some unwanted attention to me. Like from the authorities. So I have to do some guerrilla selling here and there. I started in Miami a year ago and have been working my way north. I've been so successful, I had to hire guys to do the same thing in the Midwest and West, all under different names, such as 'Sensations,' 'Amazers', 'Wow!' and 'Dazzlers'. Ultimately, though, I like the name Stunners best, don't you?" "But why? Why are you doing this?" "Because I want to turn women on to my designs, but carefully, slowly. Once I have pockets of women clamoring for my bras and panties, I can switch to mail order only and not bother with stores at all." "But what about your current customers? Don't you owe them some consideration?" He shrugged. "They have their bras and panties. They can wear them or not, it's up to them. And by the time they've worn out, I'll have my mail order business up and running." "You have women standing outside your store in New York right now, dying for your products! How can you just turn your back on them?" "Like I told you, it was getting too crazy—too much attention. That's why I only stay a couple of months in each city." "You're ... you're diabolical!" 112

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He smiled. "Yes, I am." "What's in these bras that makes women act like this?" He patted her head. "It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." "How do you know that?" "Because look at you! You're nothing but a sex object! A man's wet dream. How many men have you fucked or sucked in the last two weeks?" Marti's face burned but she knew he was right. She hung her head. "Will I ever be free of this?" Dave laughed. "Honey, you can be free right now, if you want. Just take off your bra and panties! Go ahead. I'll wait." She got to her feet and thought about it. It would be easy, wouldn't it? Her hands went to the clasp of her bra and she hesitated, just as she had done that day when she started showering with them on. She tried to slip her panties off with the same result. Her face darkened. "You know I can't! None of us can!" "Sure you can. No one is stopping you." The door rattled out front. Dave winked at her. "Well, looks like I've got a customer who is just dying to get in. You'll be able to get yourself together here all right?" He left her there, dressed in her tormenting underwear, helpless to stop him. She knew she should get dressed and go warn the customer, but what good would that do? There would be another and another after that and soon women would be lined up outside Dave's store. Once he got them hooked, he'd move to the next city and the next. 113

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And with each closing, he'd leave behind women desperate to get their hands on more Stunners—or Dazzlers or whatever he was calling them this month. Marti pulled on her clothes and left the dressing room. She paused to watch Dave show the elegantly dressed businesswoman a black bra and knew, if she bought it, she'd be back again and again, becoming more slutty with each purchase. Soon she'd be just like her, wearing them all the time and helpless to stop herself. For a moment, she thought she might warn her, but the words caught in her throat. What was the use? Women were doomed. She picked up her purse by the counter and left, hearing Dave behind her saying, "Once you try my design, you'll never go back to an ordinary bra!" [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Nine "We're fucked," Marti told the group of Stunners victims after she had emailed them and asked to meet outside Dave's old shop in Chelsea at lunch on Monday. She outlined how she had found the man and what he had said. The women looked appalled. Claire was there and she said, "Surely there must be something we can do! We can sue or something!" "Sure, we can sue. But he'd probably just disappear," Marti said. "Or maybe he'd tell us to stop wearing them. He might even refund our money. But who's going to believe us when we tell people they turn us into sluts? Do we even want to admit to that?" Several women shook their heads. "Look, it's simple. We just have to stop wearing them. Dave said the effects should fade after that." It was simple. Just go home and take them off. Throw them in the trash, burn them. They would be free. And yet, just looking from one woman to the other, Marti knew she felt the same way they did. Their underwear made them feel alive and confident and sexy. How could they give that up? "But..." the tall redhead spoke up. "But what if we want more?" Marti knew exactly how she felt. "How could you want more?" Claire asked her. "Look what they're doing to us!" 115

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"I'll bet Steve likes it," Marti blurted before she could stop herself. Claire's face swiveled around. "That's ... that's none of your business!" "I'm sorry—I don't mean to be nosy. I'm just betting he likes the new you—am I right?" Her face gave her away. "So if you took them off, how would he react?" "I ... I don't know." "Exactly. I'm a lonely secretary, lost in the big city. And my Stunners make me more attractive. More so than a makeover or a new dress..." She shook her head and blinked away tears. "So where does that leave us?" A woman named Rachel asked. She was wearing black Stunners, Marty could tell. "I guess that leaves us to our own devices. We can wear them and accept the consequences ... or take them off and live normal lives," Marti said. "Well, fuck." "Exactly." The women began to drift away. Claire followed Marti as she headed back toward her building. "How do you know Steve likes it?" she asked accusingly. Uh oh, she thought. "It was just a guess. I know it makes men pay more attention to us." "Does Steve pay more attention to you?" "Uh, a little. I mean, I know he's happily married and all. It's pretty innocent," she lied. "Don't worry—I'm not trying to steal him away from you or anything." 116

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Just fuck him now and then. Claire calmed down. "Well, okay. I know how it is with secretaries and their bosses." "Have you told him about us?" "God no!" "I think he has more to worry about me stealing you away than me stealing him," she joked but it fell flat. Claire seemed suddenly nervous. "Uh..." "What?" "I took your advice. I'm not sure I should've." "You mean...?" "Yeah. I wear my Stunners in the shower and quickly put on my other set when I get out so I don't have to be without them for more than a few seconds. But it feels strange, you know? Like I'm some kind of drug addict." "We are, in a way." "But I can't keep this up! I wear them to bed and Steve ... well, he thinks it's weird." "Yeah, but I'll bet he's getting a lot more action too, huh?" Claire blushed. "Well, yeah. I mean, you know how it is." Marti wondered if she had started giving Steve regular blowjobs yet. She probably had. Anything sexual was good. They rounded the corner toward Marti's building. "Well, I'd better get back." "We still haven't figured out what to do. Not about Dave ... or even us." Marti turned toward her. "Do you like meeting with me?" Claire nodded. "Yeah." "Do you want to stop because you feel guilty?" 117

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She shook her head. "That's just it—I don't feel guilty. I should, but I don't." Marti nodded. She felt the same way about her relationship with Steve. "Maybe we should try." "What do you mean?" "The next time you come over, say Tuesday at lunch? We'll try an experiment: We'll take off our Stunners. Just for a little while. See what happens." Claire nodded. "Okay." Marti was nervous when she went upstairs. She hoped Steve wouldn't find out that she was having an affair with his wife! And she hoped Claire wouldn't find out she was having an affair with Steve. Fuck! Life was getting complicated. That night, she experimented. When she got home, she peeled off her clothes and when she reached her underwear, she forced herself to keep going. It was hard, very hard. She had to pretend she was just going to go to the bathroom. She pulled them down then without too much trouble, right? Sitting on the toilet, she managed to pull her panties down to her ankles and then off. Her body seemed to cry out for them. She tried to undo her bra, but her willpower faded. When she stood up, she grabbed her panties and pulled them back on. Maybe the two of them would have better luck. Marti knew Steve had a lunch appointment, so he was going to be gone a good ninety minutes. She quickly went to the subway and rode back to her apartment. Claire was already waiting outside. They went upstairs. 118

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Inside Marti's apartment, they stripped down. Marti wanted nothing more than to devour this gorgeous woman and whip her tits and ass until she screamed. And she knew Claire felt the same. She sucked in a deep breath. "Last night, I tried, on my own, to take them off and couldn't do it. I want you to do it. But I want you to whip me first." Claire nodded, licking her lips. "I understand." Marti lay on the bed, face up and Claire grabbed a belt that Marti kept nearby for this purpose. She really laid into her tits, making her squirm and cry and beg for more. She thought she might actually come. "Roll over!" Claire barked and Marti obeyed at once. She struck her bottom and before Marti could react, she felt Claire's hand on her bra strap, unfastening it. The bra fell loose. Marti grabbed it with both hands, turned on her side and cried, "No!" "Give it to me! You know you want to!" Claire struck her bottom and Marti gasped and let her grip slip. Claire snatched the bra and yanked it free. Marti felt like ants were crawling across her breasts. She looked down at herself to see her tits growing red and blotchy. "Oh my god! Look!" "Shit!" "Hit me! Please hit me!" Marti thrust her breasts out at her. Claire hit her with the belt and Marti screamed. It really hurt! Claire stopped at once and looked stricken. "I'm sorry!" 119

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"No, it's not your fault." She rubbed her breasts, trying to make the itchy feeling go away. "God!" She looked up at Claire. "Can you take yours off?" "I don't know if I want to, looking at you!" "Please, try. I don't want to be the only one." Claire reached back for her clasp and hesitated. "I can't." "Let me." Marti pulled her hands away from her breasts, trying to ignore the buzzing she felt there, like a hundred tiny electric shocks. Her hands shook as she reached out to unclasp Claire's bra and pull it free. Claire gasped and grasped her breasts with both hands. "No, let me see them! I want to see if we're having the same reaction!" She pulled her hands away and Marti could see the same red and blotchy marks appearing. She looked down at her breasts and thought they looked horrible, but at least the feeling wasn't getting any worse. "Give it back to me! I have to put it back on!" "No!" She tossed it into a corner. "Give it a few minutes. My tits don't hurt as much now." They only throbbed and ached and made her miserable. They held each other until Claire calmed down. "Better?" "Yeah, a little. I guess." "Okay, let's do the panties now." "Oh god, Marti—I don't think I can." "Come on! Don't be a wimp! We're so close now!"

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Claire didn't stop her when she tugged the woman's panties off her legs. Immediately the same blotchy pattern appeared. She flung them aside. "Do me!" she cried before she could change her mind. Claire yanked her panties off and tossed them in the corner. "My god! It's like ants! A thousand ants!" "I know! Just hang on to me!" "Oh, fuck!" "Maybe we could distract ourselves," Marti said, gasping. "Want to kiss?" "No! I'm not a lesbian, remember?" "Right. Neither am I." So it was the Stunners. They made any kind of sex seem right. They clung to each other for several minutes. Finally, the torment seemed to ebb and they were able to talk. The redness also faded as well. "Better?" Marti asked. "Yeah." "I thought I'd never survive it." "Me too! If you weren't here, I'd never be able to do it." "Maybe that's the secret—get the Stunners' girls to pair up and help each other out." Claire suddenly laughed. "What?" "I'm thinking most of them will probably wind up whipping and fucking each other into a frenzy instead." Marti had to laugh. "But this proves we can be free of them. If we really want to be." "Yeah, they aren't all that addictive! We can be strong." 121

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They got up, suddenly embarrassed now that they were naked. "I guess I should get dressed," Claire said. "Yeah, but..." They both looked at the pile of undergarments on the floor. "I can't go outside without underwear," Claire said. "If you put them back on, you'll be under their spell again. You don't want that." "No, of course not," she responded without much conviction. "I can loan you a pair of my old ones. They should fit you." She nodded. "Okay." Marti found a pair of cotton panties and an old bra. "Here," she said, tossing them to her. "You'll feel much better." Claire pulled them on. "Yes, much better." "Well, I'd better get back to work. Wouldn't want your husband to fire me!" They both offered a hollow laugh and Claire began to pull on her clothes. She stopped and pointed at Marti, who was still naked. "What about you?" "Oh, right." She found some more underwear in her drawer and slipped them on. Her breasts ached and her pussy still felt tender. "Well, we did it! We proved we're bigger than our underwear," Claire said, picking up her purse. She eyed the pile of clothes. "I'd better tuck these away." She reached down for them. "Wait! Are you sure you want to keep those?" 122

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"I'm not leaving them here!" Claire barked before she could catch herself. "Uh, I'll be careful. I just don't want to toss them ... not right now, at least." Marti nodded. "Sure. I understand." She got dressed and followed Claire to the door. "I'll see you later? Maybe you could call me, let me know how you're doing." "Sure. I'll do that." She left. Marti went immediately to her bedroom and yanked off her boring old underwear and slipped on her Stunners. "Aaaaaahhh," she said, feeling the rush of sexuality return. Had she looked out her front door, she would've seen Claire quickly putting her own Stunners back on in the hallway, and stuffing the borrowed underwear into her purse. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Ten Some vignettes from Marti's life: A month later, Marti was home, fucking Sam, the pizza boy, wearing her black Stunners. Sam had thought it strange that his customer insisted on keeping her underwear on while they fucked, but the nineteen-year-old didn't really care as long as she was so damn eager for his cock. She was bent over, gripping the arm of the couch while he pounded her from behind. The pizza he had delivered lay forgotten on the coffee table. He held the riding crop in his hand that Marti had purchased two weeks earlier and slapped her ass regularly. She used to complain that he didn't do it hard enough, so he had really been laying it to her lately and she seemed to like his extra effort. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as she rode up toward her third orgasm. Sam had held back as long as he could so he let himself go, erupting into her as she climaxed. When he pulled out, he was exhausted. She turned around at once. "Please, hit my tits. Hit my tits." "Fuck, Marti, I'm beat." "Please, Sam! I need it!" He obliged but his heart wasn't in it now that he had come. He had never meet a woman like Marti before and wasn't sure how to handle her. When she first had come onto him, he had 124

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thought he was the luckiest guy in the city. Now he had begun to realize he was having trouble keeping up with her. "Harder! Harder!" He redoubled his efforts. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She started up again. "Fuck, lady!" He threw the riding crop down and pulled up his pants. "I'm pooped. Find someone else to play your sick games!" He stormed out. Marti sank down on the couch and shook her head. God, she had been so close! Just a few more blows ... She picked up the riding crop and the pizza box and went down the hall. Knocking on the door, she waited, wearing just her underwear, the riding crop tapping a rhythm against her leg. The door opened and her neighbor, Pete, peered out. He was an adult nerd, heavy-set, with unkempt hair and blackrimmed glasses. He pushed his glasses up against his nose and looked her up and down. "Well, hello, Marti." "Hi, Pete. Wanna eat—and fuck?" She held up the pizza. "Well, sure." He opened the door. She stepped in and was once again hit with the smell of dirty laundry and stale pizza. Pete had his computer set up in the living room and it appeared he was in the middle of a violent war game. "Am I interrupting anything?" "Nah, I'm just killing some idiots from London." He went to the computer and typed in a few words and, secretly, fired up his webcam. He aimed it at the couch. He shut down the game and returned to Marti. "What kind of pizza?" 125

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"Veggie." He made a face. "Next time, bring meat lovers or pepperoni," he told her. "Sure, Pete." "So, whatdya wanna do first, eat or fuck?" She handed him the riding crop. "Could you whip my tits first?" He smiled. "Sure." **** Three weeks later, Claire and Steve were in Marti's apartment. Both women were being whipped by Steve and he took turns fucking them—with their underwear on, of course. Marti had been worried that Steve might find out she was seeing Claire, but he wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to realize his secretary and his wife were acting in an eerily similar fashion. He also recognized the Stunners they both wore. After that, he quickly tumbled to the fact that she and Claire were having an affair. The revelation that he was having an affair with Marti didn't seem so bad after that. Or maybe the Stunners muted Claire's reaction. Regardless, once he agreed to start whipping them both regularly, both women were happy to get on board. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marti cried as the riding crop fell on her breasts. She was on her knees in front of the couch, holding her tits up for him. Claire was lying on the couch, her legs spread apart. In between blows to Marti's tits, he would slap her pussy, causing her to groan and jerk with pleasure. 126

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"Harder! Harder! Whip that pussy! Whip it!" Steve's face was a mask of concentration. This was a dream come true for him. **** Another month passed. The mailman knocked on Marti's door. She wasn't at work because she was no longer employed by Steve's company. She had been fired for "inappropriate behavior" two weeks earlier—she and Darlene had been caught in the women's bathroom, slapping each other's breasts. But she wasn't worried for some reason. She had some savings she could live on for a couple of months. After that, she'd see what happened. "Yes? Oh, hi, Mike!" Mike was a very nice man about fifty, a little heavyset, with a touch of gray at his temples. He was also very strong from toting his mailbag around for the last twenty-five years. Marti loved his strong arms. "Got a package for you, Marti." "Come in." She stepped aside. She was wearing her red Stunners today. Mike reached out and rubbed her tits with his free hand. "How are your girls today?" "In need of attention!" "Well, so am I!" He put the mailbag down as Marti closed the door. She dropped to her knees and fished out his hard cock. She took it into her mouth and teased him. It didn't take long—Mike 127

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was always very quick. When he came in her mouth, she sucked it all down and pulled back, a big smile on her face. "So what will it be today, the riding crop or the belt?" "Ohhh, the belt!" Marti rose and fetched a new belt she had bought—a nice thick leather one, very flexible. Mike folded it over and slapped his palm. Marti dropped to her knees on the carpet and pushed her shoulders back and waited. He slapped her, hard across both breasts and she shivered but said nothing. He did it again and again, his big arm flexing. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marti began her mantra, feeling her orgasm rising. When she couldn't stand it any more, she jumped up, turned around and threw herself face down on the couch. He hardly paused and began to whip her already reddened ass. She felt her orgasm rise up higher and higher and she screamed, "I'm ready!" He dropped the belt and fell on her, his fingers slipping past her underwear and thrusting hard into her pussy. She could feel herself grasping at them as the climax hit her. "Oh god! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" When she was coherent again, she rolled over onto her back and smiled up at him. "Thanks, Mike." He held out his fingers and she licked them clean. "Sure. But don't forget about your package." He fished it out of his mailbag and handed it over. It was a small box, about eight inches long and three inches wide and not very deep. Curious, she peeled off the 128

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tape and opened it. Inside was a necklace. It said, "Stunners" on it in small, ornate script. It had to be from Dave! "Wow, that's nice," Mike said. He was gathering up his bag. "Who sent you that?" "The guy who sold me my underwear," she said. "I wonder why." She looked through the package and found a small note. Wear this with pride—Dave. Below that was a website address! Seems Dave had started his mail-order business! She couldn't wait to tell the other Stunners' girls. She held it up. It was very pretty. She wanted to see it on, so she went to the mirror by the front door and slipped it around her neck. "Here, let me help you," Mike said and fastened it in the back. He looked over her shoulder at it. "It's quite lovely." "Yeah, it is." "Well, I'd better go. 'Neither snow nor sleet nor pretty girls...' you know." Marti laughed. "Thanks, Mike." "Thank you." Once he was gone, she went to her laptop and quickly found Dave's new website. There they were in all their glory! She wanted to buy at least one more pair. Perhaps a pink one or a dark blue one ... She couldn't make up her mind. She picked up her cell phone and called Claire. "Did you see?" "What? See what?" "Dave's website! It's up!" She gave her the link. She heard Claire take the phone to the computer and sign on. 129

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"Yes, I see! Thank god!" "Yes." "But the prices! Look at them!" Marti looked—now Dave wanted one-nineteen for each set of bra and panties. Wow. Then she spotted a note underneath: Free gift with each purchase. Her hands went to her necklace. "But I think you get a necklace when you buy—did you get one yet?" "A necklace? No. But I haven't checked the mail today. Hang on." Marti busied herself with the website, drooling over the various designs and colors until Claire came back. "Yes! I have a small box here—is that what you got?" "Yes! Open it." "Ohh, it's very pretty! I'm going to put the phone down and put it on." Marti heard her fumble with the phone and she came back. "It feels good there. I can't wait to show Steve." "I'll bet he'll like it." "Hey, maybe you could come over tonight? I can send the girls to the neighbors for an hour or two." "Sure! That would be great!" "Okay, say about seven?" "Okay." Marti hung up, feeling good. Of course, it would mean she'd have to put on some clothes, darn it. She showered in her underwear and hung them up before quickly changing into her black Stunners. She threw on a black cocktail dress and slipped on some shoes. She caught a 130

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cab outside her apartment building and gave Steve's address. When she got to the building she waved at the doorman who stopped her before she could get inside. "Hey, nice necklace, Marti." "Oh, thanks, it's new." She went inside and spent a very nice hour and a half being spanked by Steve and Claire and whipping her before he fucked them both. She returned to her apartment feeling quite refreshed. **** Another month went by. Marti was heading to the Peabody to meet Steve, Claire and Mr. Henderson from Steve's office for an afternoon of sex and abuse. Her body fairly buzzed with excitement. But when she got off the subway near the office, a man in a blue suit stopped her. "Stunners," he said. "What?" "You're wearing Stunners." "Uh, yes, yes I am." Her hand went up and fingered her necklace. "Come with me." "What?" "You heard me." Marti felt powerless to disobey for some reason. She followed the man to the curb and he flagged down a cab. "I'm supposed to meet someone." "You can call them in a bit," he said and opened the cab door. 131

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"But..." "Get in, slut." She got in, her heart starting to beat faster. This man knew about Stunners. Did he know Dave? What did he want? Well, duh. Her body's vibrations already told her that. They drove to another hotel, ten blocks away. They got out and he led her upstairs to his room. "Strip." "But what about my phone call?" "Later. Strip." Her clothes fell away until her underwear was revealed. The stranger took off his suitcoat and tossed it on the couch. His hands went to his belt and Marti sucked in her breath. "I'm going to whip your tits and ass until you scream," he said, matter-of-factly. "And they you're going to suck my dick." She nodded, her eyes on his belt. And he did. And she did, happily. When they were done, he let her call Steve and apologize for being late. "Marti! I was wondering about you!" Steve said. "Tell them why," the man said, now completely relaxed, tucking his soft cock back into his pants. "Uh, this man grabbed me outside the Peabody and made me go with him," she told Steve. "Tell him what we did," the stranger said. "Uh, he whipped me, really hard, and made me suck him off," she said, her breasts and bottom aching. 132

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"Well, we're very disappointed. Especially Claire." "Can you wait for me?" "No, Dan and I have to get back to the office. But you can come up and meet Claire here." "Okay." She turned to the man. "Can I go?" "Sure, but come here first." She hung up the phone and went to him, trembling in her underwear. He pulled out a wad of bills from his pants pocket and peeled off some and handed them over. She stared at them. "Relax, you earned it." He waved at the door. Marti got dressed and practically ran from the room. She took a cab back to the Peabody and went upstairs. Steve and Dan Henderson were just leaving. "Hey, Marti! Sorry I missed you," Dan said, giving her a wolfish grin. "Yeah, me too." "Guess you'll have to be punished for that," he added, winking at her. Marti blushed. "Sure." They left and Marti went into the bedroom, where she found Claire on the bed. Her tits and ass were bright red through her ivory Stunners and Marti felt suddenly guilty, although her body was also well used. "Claire, I'm sorry!" "What happened to you?" She told them about the strange man. "He just said 'Stunners' when he saw my necklace and I felt the need to follow him." 133

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"That's weird." "Yeah! I'd never seen him before in my life!" "Huh. Well, I had to take all your whippings. I hope you're happy!" "I'm sorry. But this man really beat me too." "Let me see." Marti took off her dress and Claire whistled. "Yeah, he really knew what he was doing, didn't he?" "Yeah, it was almost too much! But he made me come! Just from the whipping! Can you believe it?" "No! That's great!" "That wasn't all..." "What else?" "He paid me a hundred dollars, like I was his whore or something." "Ohhh..." There wasn't much Claire had to say about that. Marti quickly changed the subject. "Well, do you wanna...?" "Oh, no, I'm too sore. Maybe later, huh?" "Yeah, we could order room service." "Good idea." **** Two weeks later, it happened again. Marti had just come out of a café, carrying a tall cup of coffee in a paper cup when a stranger dressed in a nice suit came up and said, "Stunners." "Huh?" "Come with me." 134

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"What?" "I said, come with me, slut." Marti followed him, not at all sure why she didn't just tell him to fuck off. But her body, as before, trembled with anticipation. He took her to his apartment and made her strip down to her underwear. Then he whipped her with his belt and fucked her, bending her over the edge of the bed. He yanked her panties down to her thighs and she protested, but he ignored her. She had to endure his powerful thrusts while her bottom felt like ants were biting her. When he finally came and pulled out, she reached down and yanked up her panties, feeling relief at once. She stood up, feeling his seed dripping into the gusset of her Stunners and realized she'd have to take another shower. She hadn't come once. "Okay, you can go now, slut," he said. Like the first man, he peeled off a few bills and handed them over. She took them and crammed them into her purse. Marti took her now-cold coffee and left, her mind spinning. What was happening? Two days later, she met Steve, Dan and Claire at the Peabody and after ninety minutes of whipping and fucking, she had a chance to talk to Claire about the strange occurrence while the men were in the living room. She listened, her eyes wide but didn't say anything. When she glanced over at the door, Marti knew something was up. "Well, we gotta get back to the office," Steve popped in to inform them. They followed him out to the next room. 135

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"Nice of you to show up this time, Marti," Dan said. He pulled out his wallet and peeled off a couple fifties. "Here's something toward your rent." Marti took it with thanks, not feeling at all cheap for reasons she couldn't explain. When the men had left, she turned to Claire. "You know something, don't you?" Her eyes grew wet. "It happened to me too!" "What? Tell me!" "I was at the grocery store. I ... I had on my necklace, I guess that's how he knew. He came up to me and said, 'Stunners,' just like those guys did for you. I was confused but when he told me to go with him, I did! I left my cart right there in the middle of the store and went and got into his car!" "Where did he take you?" "To his apartment. He ... did things to me. I mean, I liked it, but I'm supposed to be Steve's wife! I can't be having sex with just anyone!" "Did he pay you, after?" Claire nodded, her eyes filling up with tears. "Why are we so easily led away by these guys? And who are they?" "Maybe we should take off the necklaces. Then they wouldn't know we're Stunners' girls." "Good idea." But they both just sat there on the bed, staring at each other. "You first," Claire said. 136

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"Okay." She reached up and unfastened the clasp and pulled the necklace away. Immediately, her breasts and groin began to tingle, then burn. Her mouth fell open. "What?" "You try it," she said, trying to keep from putting it back on. Claire unhooked her necklace and pulled it away. Her eyes flew open and she immediately put it back around her neck. Marti followed suit, noting at once that her pain decreased. "You felt it? The burning?" Claire nodded. "We can't take them off!" "So somehow the word is getting out. These strangers know all about Stunners and Dave Smithers and the conspiracy to turn women into sluts." "What are we going to do?" "Remember a couple months ago when we tried to take everything off?" Marti asked. "How it was tough, but after a few minutes it felt better?" "Well, yeah, but neither one of us lasted five minutes once we were away from each other." "Yeah, but this time, I think we're going to have to try harder. Remember, it's like a drug, like cigarettes or something. We can get through it if we try." "I don't know..." "Would you rather explain to Steve that you'll fuck anyone who comes up to you and orders you to follow him?" Claire closed her eyes. "No." "Good. Then let's do it." "Right now?" 137

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"Yes, right now. I know it's gonna hurt." "Fuck." "Look, I'll go first." Marti stood up and, with trembling hands, unclasped her bra. When it fell away from her breasts, she felt the ants swarm and bit her lip. She quickly stripped off her panties and stood there, moving from one foot to another, not sure if she could stand it. But she had withstood whippings and spankings, why couldn't she stand this? "The necklace," Claire said, pointing. "Can you take that off too?" Marti reached up and tried, but her hands were shaking too much. "Can you do it? Hurry!" Claire unclasped it and pulled it free. The intensity of the feeling was growing worse now. She could barely hang on. She waited for it to get better, but it didn't. The last time she had been without her Stunners, it had eased after a few minutes. Not now. "Oh god, oh god, oh god it hurts!" Sweat burst out of all her pores and she felt sick. "Don't hurt yourself! Here!" Claire thrust her bra at her and Marti quickly put it on. The pain eased and she grabbed her panties and pulled them on. The pain diminished but did not go away. "It's better, but..." "The necklace!" Claire exclaimed and handed it to her. Marti's hands shook but she managed to get it fastened. The pain disappeared. "Oh god, that was awful!" 138

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Claire looked stricken. "You couldn't stand it? At all?" "No. You wanna try it?" "After watching you? No." She shivered. "The effect is cumulative. The time to stop it was weeks ago. Now we're trapped." "And so is every other woman who ever bought one of these bras," Claire said. "Fucking Dave! I wish I'd never seen that store!" "We've got to call the police! Or someone who can help us!" Marti nodded. "What would we say? Help, I'm trapped by my underwear? They'd laugh at us." "If they observed what happens when we try to remove them, they may not laugh! Our skin gets all blotchy." "You're right." Marti went to the phone. "Who should we call?" "Detectives in the fraud division, I guess." She looked up the number for the nearest precinct and dialed. "Police Department." "Uh, fr—" She stopped and looked back at Claire. Her voice had frozen in her throat. What was worse, she felt those ants start up in her underwear. "Ma'am? Are you all right?" "Wrong number," she said and the pain faded. She hung up. "What the hell happened?" "Our underwear apparently doesn't want us to call the cops." 139

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**** It surprised Marti, but she actually got used to men coming up to her and demanding she go with them. After all, she needed regular sex and whippings, so why not? The men all seemed professional. She had yet to meet a homeless man who knew what her necklace meant. And best of all, they paid her. Sometimes just fifty bucks, sometimes as much as two hundred. She could use the money so she took it without feeling cheap or demeaned. Or perhaps that was just the Stunners talking. Not all of them took her to nice hotels or to their apartments. One day, she was approached by a businessman who said, "Stunners," and Marti just nodded and followed him as he led the way down the street. He turned down an alley and she thought there might be a loft entrance back then. When he stopped behind a dumpster that was stinking of sour garbage and unzipped his pants, Marti just stared at him. "What? Here?" He slapped her breasts, left and right, and she gasped in shock. She dropped to her knees and sucked him off. When he squirted into her throat, he pulled out and zipped up and started to walk away. "Hey!" She called out after him. He paused and turned around. "Aren't you going to pay me?" He laughed and pulled a twenty out of his pocket and tossed it on the ground. He left without another word. 140

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Marti snatched up the money and stuffed it into her purse. Her mouth felt sticky with his come and her knees hurt. She staggered to her feet and fled back to her apartment. Once inside, she stripped off her outerwear as usual and flopped down on the couch. It was hard to imagine how her life could get any stranger. Her phone rang. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Eleven In an anonymous downtown tower on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, Dave Smithers surveyed the board room, filled with ten middle-aged men in suits, seven white, two black and one Asian. He smiled. His empire had expanded just as he had predicted. He had gone from an inventor in his basement with a crazy idea to CEO of an expanding empire. His original roll-out plan had to be rapidly accelerated due to demand and he had hired dozens of like-minded men to run his little shops. Their efforts had allowed him to start up his website months earlier than planned and now the orders were pouring in. There had been some inquires from the media about his revolutionary new design, which he did not encourage, and Stunners was still flying under the radar, but barely. He knew time was running out. His only worry now was that he'd have enough eager customers to thwart any serious investigations into his products. He had modeled his empire on sci-fi movie plots, where innocent citizens are taken over by aliens. Because they look just like everyone else, no one realizes what was happening until it was too late. When women put on the Stunners, they felt sexier and more alive. Soon they can't live without them. Later, they find the crave sex, abuse and obedience. That was his master plan, to return mankind to earlier times, when men were in charge and women obeyed. That verb has even been removed from wedding vows! Tragic. 142

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Women fought for their equality to the detriment of men. Dave Smithers was going to put things right. "Gentlemen," he said. All eyes focused on him. "We are close to achieving our goal. We have sold one hundred million sets of Stunners. We estimate that each woman has, on average, three sets. That means we now have more than thirty million women under our control." The men cheered. He held up a hand. The room grew silent. "But we are not out of the woods yet. The federal government still could shut us down. As you know, early on, I provided free outfits to every female member of the Federal Trade Commission, the Federal Drug Administration and the Justice Department. That has succeeded in blunting the government's investigation of us and allowed us to expand our base. Our internet sales are running at two thousand sets a day—and increasing all the time." The men nodded and smiled in appreciation. "So we have to remain vigilant during the next phase. We want nearly every woman in America to own a set of Stunners. That means, if we have to, we'll give them away free to the right women." He smiled when he saw their shocked expressions. "Don't worry, once we reach critical mass, we can charge what we want for them." Dave paused and took a sip of water. "There are one hundred fifty seven million women in the United States. We control only a fraction of them. Now, we can toss out the very young and the very old, leaving about eighty-five million between the ages of twenty and sixty. But with our current 143

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customers giving great word of mouth—they can't say otherwise!—we expect to reach our goal of sixty million women under our control in six months, giving us critical mass." The board cheered again. And why not? He had made them all very rich. He held up his hand again and the room quieted. "While we are rolling out our next phase, it is time for the programmers to finalize the next phase. I have given them the outline of what we want to accomplish, but I need assistance as to the delivery system. "As you know, the Stunners were simply a means to an end. I don't think any red-blooded American male wants their wives or girlfriends trapped in their underwear forever." The men all nodded in agreement. "So we have been working on an effective substitute. You've all seen the necklaces, which have the same properties as the bras, but they really are not much more than a good way to show who's a Stunner girl and who's not. They lack the power to control women by themselves— something to do with surface area, I'm told. One idea that has shown some promise is a tattoo. My researchers tell me that by injecting the nano-bots directly into the skin, we might be able to replicate the power of the bra and panties." He paused and smiled. "I was thinking of the word 'Slut' tattooed on their pussies, eh?" One man in the back shouted, "Oh yeah!" and the others laughed. 144

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Dave grinned. "That's the spirit. The researchers are working to determine the right size type—they're talking about an inch to an inch-and-a-half. They've asked me to find them a 'volunteer' to test it. I have someone already in mind. Okay, that's where we stand. Let's be vigilant during the next few months and if you hear of any rumblings, let's get our Stunners out to the right people—and that could include the wives or girlfriends of influential men." He pointed at a man to his right. "Robert Shepherd here is in charge of freebies. Let's give him plenty of names. Okay, that's it." The board members split up and Dave headed down the hall to his spacious office. His secretary looked up from her post outside. She was wearing a sheer dress that showed her black Stunners underneath. She smiled broadly. "How did the meeting go, Mr. Smithers?" He smiled. "Just fine, Marti, just fine. Could you come inside for a minute? I need you for something. Oh, and, bring the riding crop." Marti nodded and leapt to obey. The riding crop was always left on her desk to torment her—she was ordered not to touch it herself unless given permission. She snatched it up and took it inside, pausing once she closed the door to remove her dress. Dave looked up and nodded his approval. "You look great today, Marti. Very slutty." "Thank you sir." She came forward and waited, the crop held out with both hands. "I have a request of you." "Yes, sir?" 145

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"I know you've been worried about wearing your Stunners all the time and what it might be doing to you and all—well, I have a way that you could stop wearing them, if you wanted to." Marti's eyebrows went up. "Really, sir?" She wasn't sure if that's what she wanted, but she did recall it had once been her desire, a long time ago. "Oh yes." "How ... how would that be possible?" "It's just something the researchers have cooked up. I would like you to volunteer." She didn't like the sound of that. "Do I have to, sir?" He came forward and plucked the riding crop from her hands. "Oh no, of course not." He waved the crop around a few times in mid-air, while Marti's eyes followed it. "You may go." She felt her body lurch. It was so cruel of him! "But ... sir..." He turned to look at her but she kept her eyes on the crop. He seemed to suddenly notice. "Oh, this? Is this what you want?" "Yessss, please." "So then you'll agree to go see my researchers immediately afterward?" Marti nodded, knowing she was in for some new torment but she didn't care. "Yes, sir." "Good. I thought you'd say that. Come." He waved her to his desk. She bent over, sticking her ass up and waited. 146

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He slapped her hard through her panties and she jerked, but it felt so good. "Ohhh, yes, sir, that's it," she cooed. He hit her again and again while her orgasm rose up inside her. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she begged him to hit her tits and he stepped back and allowed her to turn around and drop to her knees on the carpet. He reared back and hit her left breast, then her right and Marti felt she was on her verge of climax. Just a few more blows... He stopped, breathing hard. "Sir! Please!" "I think it's time you went downstairs now. See Mr. Beasely in Room 2135." Marti stood at once, her body trembling. "Can't I please come first, sir?" "No you may not. But if you cooperate, Mr. Beasely may help you out." She had met Beasely twice and knew he liked her. He was a typical lab rat, thin and pale and eager to talk her up. She could tell he wanted her but was too shy to demand sex. Up until now, Dave had kept her mostly to himself, using her only to entertain some important businessmen now and then. She had guessed her life would turn out this way once she had been offered the job as Dave's secretary, but there had been little she could do about it. She had needed a job, after all, and being close to him meant she could get new bras and panties anytime. Fucking a few strangers hadn't been such a high price to pay. They all had treated her well and whipped her until she had been ready to fuck them. 147

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But now, as she slipped on her dress and headed down to the next floor, she worried. What was Dave cooking up now? Hadn't he already enslaved millions of women? What could he possibly want her to test? She took the stairs because it gave her more time to think. Since she had started her new job, he had lost touch with Claire and Steve. It had seemed surprising that she could do without her friends so easily, but Dave kept her pretty busy. When she wasn't at work, she lived with him, although she was not his exclusive girlfriend by any means. Often he had another woman over—always another Stunner victim—and sometimes she would watch her writhe under the lash before he fucked her. She thought she should've felt jealous, but she just felt left out. She entered the lab and found Brian Beasely. His face lit up when he saw her. "Marti! So good to see you!" She nodded. "Mr. Smithers said I should come down. You had something ... some kind of test?" "Yes! We do." Brian winked at another researcher, a man Marti only knew as Ben. He was another nerd, more heavyset and taller than Brian, but his eyes looked her up and down just the same. As aroused as she was, she would not have minded if either of them asked for a quick fuck. "Come with me." Brian led her into a smaller room, where a leather examination chair waited. It was cranked to a fortyfive degree angle. A man with tattoos running down one arm waited there, smiling slightly. "Take off your clothes," he said. 148

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Marti shrugged off her dress. She was not embarrassed to be seen in her Stunners. Nearly everyone at the office had at one time or another. But her heart pounded because she did not know what was about to happen to her. "Now, for this next phase, I'm going to ask you to drink this," he said, picking up a glass from a nearby table and holding it out to her. It appeared to contain orange juice. She looked up, questioningly. "What's in it?" "It's kind of a nano-bot cocktail. Plus a sedative." "W-why do I need that?" Brian glanced at Ben and returned to stare at her. He cocked his head. "Well, I know having you wear your Stunners all the time can present some problems, am I right?" She shrugged. She had learned to deal with it. So far, no one seemed to be complaining about fucking her while she kept her underwear on. "We're trying to come up with a way that would allow you to remove them—when you wanted to, of course." Her eyebrows went up. That sounded intriguing. "Really?" "Oh yes. It's a big project for Stunners." "But why? Why would you want to have women not want to wear your product?" "Uh ... you could say it's part of our evolving company culture." That sounded like bullshit even to Marti. "Come on, what's the real reason?"

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Brian looked over at Ben and he went to a drawer and pulled out a riding crop. She gasped and her body ached for it. "If you drink the juice, I'll let Ben here whip you until you come." She nodded and grabbed the glass. It tasted like OJ, but there was an aftertaste. "First, I want a blowjob," Ben spoke up for the first time. Marti dropped to her knees and unzipped him. She had become an expert at getting men off and Ben was no different. Within two minutes, he gasped and squirted into her mouth. When she pulled back, the room was beginning to grow dimmer. "Help her up," she heard Brian say and both men pulled her onto the chair. She heard the whir of the motor and the chair went back, causing her to lie nearly horizontally. But when she felt Brian's hands on her, tugging her panties down her legs, she tried to sit up. "Whaaaa?" Her mouth didn't seem to work. "Don't worry—the cocktail you drank will prevent you from suffering any ill effects," he said. His voice sounded distant. "Buuuu ... I donn wannna..." "Shhh." Marti felt a whiff of fear, muted by the drug now coursing through her veins. Ben was fumbling with her bra and her breasts suddenly felt free and a light breeze tickled them. The expected pain never arrived. She found herself smiling, glad to be free of her underwear for the first time in months. Next 150

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she felt her necklace being removed and missed it. Somehow, it gave her life meaning to be a Stunners girl. Now the two researchers were buckling her naked body down. She was in no position to stop them. She watched as the third man, the one with the tattoos, picked up some sort of tool and approached her. The tool made a whirring sound and she wanted to get away but her body wouldn't move. "Gaaaaa," she said before she fell into unconsciousness. **** When she awoke, she was still lying on the chair, but the straps had been removed. Ben and Brian stood to each side of her. She looked around, but she didn't see the other man. At first, she didn't know what had happened to her. Her pussy and her neck both felt prickly. "What ... what happened?" She looked down at her body and stared. There, in inch-high letters just above her clit was a new tattoo! It was a word, in ornate script. At first she couldn't read it, for it was upside down to her, but as she focused, she could make it out: Slut "What the fuck?" She looked up at Brian. "What the fuck did you do?" Then she realized she had a more immediate concern. "Where are my Stunners?" "You won't be needing them any longer. Unless, of course, you'd like to wear them," Brian said. She sat up. "What? What are you saying? I'm free? Free of them?" She did a quick internal survey. She didn't feel the 151

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ants on her or the burning pain whenever she was out of her underwear even for a few seconds. "It's the tattoo," Ben said, smirking. "What the fuck do you mean, it's the tattoo! Why did you do that to me!" Without another word, Brian reached out and slapped her tit. She gasped and fell back, her body buzzing, her pussy growing wet immediately. "You see, nothing's changed. In fact, I want you to get down and bend over so I can fuck you. If you do, I'll whip your bottom until it's bright red." She was on her feet and bent over the chair before she could stop herself. She craved the whipping, her body hadn't changed. Only this time, she was completely naked! "God, what has happened to me?" "We injected nano-bots directly into your skin. It was tricky, figuring out the right dosage," Brian said as he unzipped his pants. Ben began to fondle her breasts from the other side of the exam chair. She turned around and watched Brian pick up a leather belt. Her body quivered in anticipation. Whack! She sucked in her breath and cried out. "Oh god!" It felt so good! "Yes! Again!" He struck her again and again while Ben pinched her nipples, making her knees weak. He whipped her until she thought she might pass out before hurling the riding crop to the floor. When she felt Brian's cock slide inside her, she came at once, crying and shaking with the power of it. 152

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"Oh my god! Oh shit!" He fucked her hard and fast until he erupted inside her. Marti came again and collapsed against the chair. "Okay, you're done. Now, let us know if you feel anything strange—anything at all. We think we have the right amount of nano-bots, but if you start to feel that antsy feeling, put on some Stunners and call us." She stood up, nodding. She looked down at herself. Now that she had been well fucked, the blue tattoo didn't seem so horrible. Still, they should've asked her. It stung a little and seemed red around the edges. "Don't worry, the redness will fade," Ben told her. That wasn't the only thing that bothered her, she realized. Her neck seemed to burn as well. Her hand went there and she felt a slight tenderness with her fingers. "What the hell is this?" Brian smiled. "Here's a mirror." He handed her a hand mirror and she held it up. There, just below her neck was the word "Stunners" in small script, red letters surrounded by blue chain. The chain led from the words to wrap all the way around her neck. A necklace that could never be removed. Or could it? "What's to keep me from having someone laser this off?" "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ben said, that familiar smirk on his face. "That's the only thing keeping you from going crazy." "Ben puts too fine a point on things," Brian said, shooting him a look. "Now you can wear or not wear whatever you 153

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want. You are no longer held hostage by your underwear. Isn't that so much better?" She wasn't sure if it was or not. Yes, having to wear Stunners every minute of the day was annoying, but this ... Marti wasn't sure if this was better or worse. "What happens if I wear Stunners now? Won't it be too much?" Brian shrugged. "That's what we hope to find out. You can wear them or not, but please tell us what you experience." She imagined it would give her some sort of overdose so she vowed right then and there not to wear them ever again. She looked around but didn't see her clothes. "Where's my dress? I have to get going." "You won't need it," Brian said. "What?! I can't go around naked!" "Sure you can," Ben put in. "No one will care. Pretty soon, all the girls will be walking around naked. Just wait." "But ... but I can't! It's too embarrassing!" "Oh, I think you'll get used to it pretty quickly," Brian said. "Oh, one more thing." He picked up the riding crop and handed it to her. "Always carry one of these around." Marti took it, feeling the hard leather and the soft flap and felt her loins quiver. She swallowed. "Why?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. "Because you will need it," Ben said. "Now go." Brian pointed at the door. Marti didn't want to go out into the corridor. What if someone saw her? She looked up at Brian for some sort of reprieve but his face was stone. She dropped her eyes to the 154

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floor and headed for the door. Walking out into the main lab, there were four other researchers who seemed to be waiting for her. "Hey, you look great, Marti!" one said and came over to her, a big smile on his face. She paused, wanting to run and hide. She could picture how she must look, naked and trembling with a big "Slut" on her pussy, the company tattoo around her neck and carrying a riding crop. The man gently took the crop from her hands and gave her a slap on her left tit. She shivered and felt arousal well up inside her. He struck her again and again and she swooned. Another man approached and fondled her hips and she moaned, low in her throat. His hand stole around to her clit and rubbed it and she came at once and sagged against him. Slap! Another blow to her breasts. She opened her eyes to see all four men now surrounding her, fondling her, telling her how beautiful she was. A wave of pleasure coursed through her. When she left the lab forty minutes later, she was well fucked and had sucked off two of them. Her breasts and ass were fairly buzzing from the red marks of her crop. She carried it loosely, trying not to think about being naked in the hallway. As she headed down to the stairs, a man passed by and told her how good she looked. He reached out and pinched a nipple. She smiled at him and moved on.

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She reached the stairs and walked up a flight to the executive floor and stepped out. She spotted two board members standing there as if they had been waiting for her. "Hi, Marti—you look great!" said Martin Landers, a tall, fifty-something man with steel-gray hair. She smiled, feeling that tiny flutter of embarrassment fading. Everyone was being so nice to her! "You sure do, Marti! I'm sure Dave is really proud of you," said the other man, Bob Evanston. He was shorter and thicker around the waist than Martin. He approached her and rubbed her breasts. "Looks like you've already gotten quite a workout." "Yes, sir." She would not have minded more. Already she could feel the researchers' seed leaking from her pussy. Reaching down, she scooped up a dollop and put it into her mouth. It tasted so good! "Looks like you've already been well fucked," Martin said, "but how about a quick BJ?" She nodded and dropped to her knees. She felt Bob take the riding crop from her hands. While she sucked off Martin, he spanked her bottom with it, sending new shivers of delight through her body. When Martin came, they switched positions. When she looked past them, she spotted two more board members waiting for her. By the time Marti made it down to Dave' office, she had sucked off or fucked five of the ten board members. Her pussy was fairly dripping with seed and she was constantly licking it from her fingers. Her face was also sticky with semen. No one had offered her a handkerchief to 156

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clean herself up so she was hurrying to check in with Dave before she went to the restroom. She reached her desk and picked up the phone. "Hi, Dave. I'm back. Uh, I need to go to the restroom, okay?" "No," he said. "Come in and see me first." Sighing and grabbing a tissue to wipe herself, Marti tossed it into the trash and opened the door. She stepped through and found Dave rising from his chair, a big smile on his face. "Well, look at you! Your tattoos are beautiful!" She looked down at herself and was almost surprised to see she was still naked. In just a few minutes, it had become second nature to her. More benefits from her nano-bots, she assumed. "Uh, thanks." "Come closer." As she did, she felt more seed leaking from her pussy. She felt suddenly embarrassed, as if it were her fault. Dave noticed when she scooped up more seed and licked her fingers. "Ohh, a bit too much action?" "There were a lot of board members—and researchers," she said. "Uh, can I have a tissue?" "Sure." He handed one over. She wiped herself and tossed it away. "Let me look at you." Marti stood erect and waited. Her body buzzed with pleasure. "Wow. You're my first true Stunners gal. Makes me so proud!" She didn't know what to say to that so she said nothing. 157

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"During the day, you'll be naked from now on," he continued. "But when you go home, you will be given something to wear. We wouldn't want you to get arrested, now would we?" She offered him a thin smile, trying to visualize herself walking down the corridors of Stunners naked. Despite the nano-bots coursing through her system, it still seemed bizarre to imagine that everyone would come to accept it, including her. "Uh, sir—will I be the only one naked?" "Don't worry, you won't be for long. We want to monitor you for a couple of weeks, but eventually, our plan is for all Stunners women to be naked here. Then it won't seem strange at all, will it?" Marti had to admit that it probably would not. But that wasn't her main concern at the moment. "But sir, my breasts—if they don't have support, they will begin to sag. I need a good bra!" Dave raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. That's a good point. And here I've been a bra designer for twenty years! I should've thought more about it. Well, maybe you can wear your Stunners now and then, okay? And I'll work on something for you. Can't have our girls flopping around like the women you see in National Geographic, huh?" He chuckled at his own joke. He dismissed Marti and she went to her desk to sit, breasts exposed, wondering what the hell happened to her young life. But there didn't seem to be anything to do about it, so she 158

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