Undercover Humiliation [FF, MC, Fdom, Humil] (Part 3 of 5)

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We found the next name on the list and drove to the house. I walked to the front door and knocked. After waiting, the door was opened by a woman in her forties dressed as, of all things, a playboy bunny.

“Bernice Vallens?” I asked.

She moved to shut the door in my face, but I stuck my foot in the door just in time.

“Ow–you stupid dope!” I cried in pain. “What’s wrong with you? We just wanna talk with you a second.” I winced down at the scuff mark on high heel, and throbbing toe inside it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so stupid sometimes,” she whimpered, as she fetched a napkin.

Katie and I watched astounded as the woman dropped to her hands and knees and buffed the smear off my smudged high heel.

I exchanged a puzzled look with Katie, who was desperately trying not to giggle. Being around forty and a few pounds overweight, her large breasts pleasantly strained across her little pinky bunny suit, black pantyhose, pink high heels and matching pink bow tie and cuff links! I pretended shock, but I kept shamefully watching this grown woman kneeling on the floor with her cotton tail bobbing in the air.

“Get up, For god’s sake ma’am. Miss Vallens, we need to talk with you,” I ordered. I could feel my face begin to flush, as my body’s instincts to her so powerful.

She got up off the floor then almost led us into the living room. I heard Katie gasp, and followed her gaze to the crotch Miss Bernice Vallens leotard, which had been cut out, exposing her bare sex.

When Bernice caught Katie and I staring, her hands darted down and covered herself, her cheeks burning a rosy red.

“Hi Bernice, my name is Jennifer and that’s Katie. Were reporters for the Sentinel, and we’d like to ask you a few questions.” I tried as seriously as possibly, considering her revealing costume.

Bernice shifted uneasily. “About what?”

“Well for starters, about how you’re…dressed?” Katie blurted with a smirk.

“I–It’s a costume — just a joke — really,” Bernice stammered, intimidated by Katie’s boldness.

I peered across to Katie, who winced a apologetically back. Sometimes that girl had not tact at all. I got up and sat next to Bernice on the couch. I noticed from her slight lean away how my closer presence made her uncomfortable.

I secretly relished how much more docile this woman was than Melinda Stensen, and was was relieved Katie was letting me run the investigation, or maybe I was just relieved I wasn’t going to pieces on this one!

I noticed a plate of some very conspicuous carrots on the coffee table, and reached for one, since we hadn’t stopped for breakfast.

“Do you mind?” I asked. Bernice looked like she did, but nodded. Picking one up, I brought it to my face, halting at my nose — sniffed a very familiar fragrance.

A very… ahem …non carrot fragrance.

Bernice cringed with guilt, as tears welled in her eyes.

“Bernice, we’re working on a story, and we’ve gotten some reports of something unusual business going on at the company you work at, Noricom.

“What do you do for Noricom, Miss Vallens?” Katie asked.

“….uh……. I’m an executive. I’m actually… the Personnel Manager.” The woman dressed as a bunny, quietly whispered.

“Gee…. is that what they’re wearing at the office these days?” Katie chided under her breath, as Bernice winced a hurt little look.

A thousand questions blazed through both our minds, but we kept our composure. Katie’s eyes sparkled wildly, as I clutched tighter to the carrot in my hand, watching as Bernice embarrassed eyes kept flickering down to it.

The carrot. It was all so silly, yet there was nothing silly about the expression on Bernice Vallen’s face, and Katie and I weren’t laughing anymore as my breath quickened and I continued to talk.

“Now, Miss Vallens… Bernice? Don’t worry, what you do here in the privacy of your own home isn’t what were after, and we’ll hold it in strictest confidence I promise……. but you must admit…. ” I assured her teasing the carrot closer and closer to her face as I talked. ” …..there is something strange is going on at Noricom, right?”

I watched in astonishment, while Bernice moistened her lips in the air as my carrot drew near. She gave a small moan, when I quickly teased it away from her lips, before finally giving her a little bit, which she slurped. But the woman’s face grew crimson as she turned to Katie.

She removed it from her mouth and pleaded, “Please– please, it’s bad enough as it is. Don’t let her look at me like that. I–I–I …just can’t….help my self.”

I caught Katie looking as if she were about to puke. “Katie, why don’t you take notes,” I suggested.

“Thank you,” Bernice replied in a lady like voice. As soon as Katie looked away, much to my astonishment, she promptly shoved the carrot into her sex and pumped away.

She squirmed on the sofa as her hips humped against her orange lover. I just stared, sitting up pert in astonishment while Katie dropped her pencil.

I reached for Bernice’s hand, but she fight against me! I hissed, “Stop it! Stop it you little slut,” as I forced the carrot,

“Please,” she begged.

After much whimpering, and my many frantic looks to Katie for what to do, Katie finally shrugged, as clueless as me on this one. I finally let her resume, pulling the carrot from her slowly fucked wet slit every so often to induce a response.

“Tell me about it first Bernice, tell me from the beginning…”

Katie had picked up her pencil, but wasn’t even pretending to write. I knew this wasn’t how reporters were supposed to get stories, but hell, you do what you have to for the story.

Bernice spread her thick thighs wide. “I–I’ll tell you . . .after,” she promised.

“No, you’ll tell us now.” Katie whispered, as I slowly began to ease the carrot from her pussy in warning.

“Wait–wait . . . aaaah, it all . . . I guess it all started when my secretary Tyler got back from her vacation.”

“Go on, Bernice,” I encouraged, as I slipped the carrot back inside her again.

“Not ‘Bernice’. Just…’Bunny’, please. Everyone calls me that now.” The older woman added, a delicious shudder hung in ‘Bunny’s’ voice at the degrading pet name she’d insisted on.

“Okay, Bunny…tell me …” I inwardly smirked, eager for juicy details now.

It had been several weeks since Katie and I were started undercover at Noricom, as I secretly recorded Bernice Vallens with the pocket tape recorder in my purse.

“…It all started months ago. I wasn’t like this back then. I didn’t even own a bunny suit, and never wore one at home. I was just like every other female executive at Noricom, honest!”

“Oh, we believe you” I said as I induced more of the story from her.

“One day I sat there in my office staring dumbfounded at my secretary Tyler, wondering if I’d heard her correctly.”

“Excuse me Tyler,what was that again?” I asked her, trying to shake off her playful smirk as she spoke. Tyler was a perky girl, but I insisted she always addressed me polite and respectful.

“I just was saying…that you’re good looking enough to even be on one of those, you know, …exotic internet sites. You know, they’re not all skinny young blonde girls with silicone ta ta’s out to here.” Tyler gestured past her pert smallish chest as she cheerfully held out her hands to some Imaginary D cups suspended in space before her.

“Well, thank you, I suppose. What ever prompted that comment?” I smiled, more perplexed than offended at Tylers’ clumsy clumsy compliment.

“Oh, I know it’s silly, but a bunch of the guys down in the service department are always oogling those nudie porno sites, and you ‘d be surprised at what some of them are like. There are all sorts of different kinds and stuff. There are even all these sites with older classy looking women too.”

I was stunned. If Tyler weren’t so sincere, I’d be insulted. But at least I was flattered she would think me in the “classy older-woman” category in the bizarre little fantasy game of hers, I suppose.

“Tyler, what’s got into you?” I said, trying to hide my blushing.

“Sorry ma’am. It’s true those older gals are probably just feel lucky that someone’s looking at them at all, huh? ” Tyler said, eyeing me up and down with a conspiratorial wink.

“Well, I think lucky is a bit strong. I’d imagine the kind of classy woman your talking about would be too secure to give two cents what a bunch or pervy clods were thinking about — ” I tried before she cut in again.

“Some guys even seem to have this thing for…kind of overweight women, with hanging…well…I know this sounds kinda gross, but they call them “saggies”. It makes me kinda huffy, ’cause I just know, even at your age, there’s a lot of guys who would just…well…” Tylers’ voice trailed off as I frowned a little.

“Honest, Miss Vallens, you could make a lot of money, really!” She smirked.

“I already make a lot of money, Tyler! Honestly! Saggers? Now, Tyler — really!” My face reddened at the thought.

“No, Miss Vallens, I didn’t mean — I only meant –you’re way above all those other…well…other….” My secretary’s chirpy voice trailed off self consciously.

“Listen honey, as tempting as a career change making nickles an hour parading around in the buff on the internet MAY be, I think my time’s a little better spent here in upper management, don’t you?” I smiled firmly at the poor hapless girl.

“Yes Ma’am. But those girls make a lot more than just ‘nickles’, Miss Vallens, really! A lady I live next door to does it, and she swears it’s easier than it looks. She doesn’t even go to work. She just stays home all day, and a little camera in her apartment that pipes whatever she does into bored and lonely guys homes n’ stuff.”

“Really?” I asked glancing over my glasses at her.

Tyler nodded like a puppy.

“How nice for her.” I said dryly.

I paused, stared puzzledly at my prim mousy personal assistant, (as she cutely insisted on being called), and the bizarre Ideas that kept pouring from her breathless little mouth. But for some inexplicable reason, I secretly had simply had to hear more.

Okay, Miss Valens, I know what your thinking…. “Tyler said ruching around closer to my desk as she excitedly bubbled over.”

“Okay, what am I thinking?” I smiled, finding it hard to hind my curiosity with this boldly suggestive girl!

“Your like all, yeah sure, that’s okay for her, cause Tylers’ friends probably like, some stripper or some nude amateur–swinger–weirdo–type, and doing this web thing cause she’s old and sagging and desperate for attention, right?” She grinned back at me.

“That’s what you were thinking. right?” she repeated as I stunningly listened to her, amazed some one so dense could be so, well…so right. I was thinking just that.

I finally nodded stupidly as she continued talking a blue streak. I found her amusing, yet oddly compelling when she got wound up like this.

“But she use to work as a bank loan officer, but she made so much more money as a Web Cam Girl! So, now she’s just way happier doing that!” Tyler beamed at me, her eyes sparkling brightly.

“Honesty Tyler, doesn’t that strike you as a little, well… sad? Not to be a moral prude, but here’s a grown woman just like you and I, yet she’s willing to relinquish her own personal privacy all for a few extra dollars. Besides you think both any viewing men or women are privately laughing at her! Is nothing sacred any–”

“You could do it too.” Tyler cut me off.

“Do what?” I ashed my voice thick.

“You know what! Oh come on, Miss Valens, are you gonna admit you find the Idea titillating, just a little? why else would you be letting me distract you from work like this if you weren’t — ” She mowed over me again, a disturbing cruel twinkle in her eye.

“Okay Tyler, that’s ENOUGH!!” I said standing up, arms folded.. ” Why in the world would sensible girl like yourself even MAKE such a rude comparison between some slut in her position and me, for god’s sake?” I said trying to hide the panic my voice.

“It was just conversation, that’s all. but my friend’s not a slut Miss Valens.” she said frostily, as I winced, realized how defensive my tone was. My secretary then scurried out of my office as I buried myself in some work, giving us both a little breather.

Bunny paused her story, gazing down as she humped away on the carrot, I now rhythmic pumped into between her legs with a weary tired hand. While Bunny was distracted, I pouted over to Katie and silently mouthed to her,

“My hand was getting tired. Wanna take over?”

She shook her head no with a smirk. That little stinker!

Despite my aching wrist, Bunny’s anger and pride had me so aroused, I could barely speak. I found myself visualizing Bernice’s secretary Tyler McCoy. What I imagined her to look like. Maybe something like…Katie. I ignored Katie, who was smirking at me, and tried to ignore this, hating the parallel between myself and this older woman in a costume.

But my thoughts, and gaze turned back to the whimpering female executive cowering before me. As we sat there together and I kept pumping my story from her, literally, huge tears didn’t stop her from in continuing…

—-

Well, what happened next was…over the nest few days later I couldn’t shake Tylers’ words, or what possibly possessed her to boldly compare a slight older boss like myself to her over–the–hill pornography bimbo friend on the internet.

I asked my friend and co–worker Suzanne Green, a really smart cookie, what she’d do if her secretary April said something so…audacious!

“Bernice, April and I are different. She’d never gossip at work, I won’t allow it. We cross paths at the Gym every evening, but we never even acknowledge each other. Never mix personal and business issues with underlings. I wouldn’t tell anyone else this happened, you don’t wanna lose face, right?” Suzanne winked.

“Uh…yeah. Your right Suzanne. Thanks.” I winced, realizing she was probably right.

While in the restroom, I fumed over my secretarial flub, and how silly Suzanne must think me now, for admitting such an embarrassing thing. I disappointed caught myself eyeing my no longer twenty–something breasts while and sighed in the bathroom mirror, and pouted. Shit.

I wondered what to read into Tylers’ awareness of how they aren’t nearly as pert as they once were, let alone if there was something more than polite interest in her even noticing my breasts or body. In a way, Tyler suggesting that internet site WAS a back handed compliment, I suppose, though I could hear Suzanne’s voice laughing in my head over the Idea.

Weirdly, I felt aroused realizing how I’d now embarrassed myself before both my secretary AND co–worker Suzanne. As I walked in, locked the door to the bathroom stall and sat down, letting my fingers wonder across my skirt. I paused, listening, made sure I was alone. I remembered how close Tyler stood to me while insulting me with such rude Ideas!

My hand hit the fabric of my panties. A flash of anger came at over me, mostly at myself for being desperate enough to become aroused at such a obviously unflattering Idea! Web cam girl indeed!

My hand quickened across the mound of my panties as I became more and more angry at myself for letting Tyler talk to me that way! What was little Tyler thinking, embarrassed both of us with such an Idea? I pouted, as I brought myself off in a embarrassed hurmph, before I froze becoming self aware — as I heard someone enter the bathroom. I head my boss’s voice, Jessica Price.

“Hello? You okay in there?” She asked, slightly worried. Gosh — She must think I might me sick. How embarrassing, to be almost caught, by my and Suzanne’s boss, the company CEO!

“It’s me Miss Price, Bernice. I’m…er…fine. Just getting over a…cold.” I lied, quickly flushed the toilet to cover my heavy breathing, ashamed of doing this at work and regained my composure.

“Well, okay then…” She said as she went into a stall herself, and I hurried out of the ladies room, beet red.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler!!! I kept shaking my head at that little mind of hers, fixating on it so! As I walked back into my office, I worried if Tyler wasn’t even being a little catty. But she seemed so sincere and bubbly, I dismissed the idea.

Actually, in her own clumsy way, she was being flattering, I decided. I warmed over the idea my secretary still realized I was a sexual being at my age after all.

I called her into my office the next day and closed the door, leaning against my desk and exposing me legs in a modest knee length mauve skirt as she took dictation.

“Listen, Tyler. About the other day” I began, trying to sound as if this was just some after thought.

“That’s okay, Miss Vallens. You can think whatever you’d like about my friends. It was wrong of me to bring it up.” She chirped in a chilly tone.

“Okay, I was being judgmental, I’ll admit it. And your friends…lifestyle is none of my business. And I’m sorry…friends again?” I asked looking down at the pouting twenty something who sighed in relief, my words seeming to be a weight off her shoulder. Poor thing couldn’t even bear a confrontation with me!

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Miss Vallens, I was being stupid. It’s all my fault.” she blathered on before I raised my finger to my lips and caught her eyes.

“Shhhh. No need for apologies. but before we put the matter to bed once and for all, but there’s something I must ask. Tyler, Is there something….about me….that would cause you to say such a thing in the first place?” I asked.

I knew she’d be so eager to make up she’d probably apologize and compliment me on my legs now. I It was over due in fact, after her words before!

Stretching my (at least) thrithy– something legs before her, I awaited her fawning reply.

“Honesty?”, she asked a little sheepishly.

“Yes tell me honey, please.”, I urged.

“Well, I just always had the Impression that, well, that you weren’t quite fitting in here as well as some of the other woman in the company. I noticed that very few woman managers get promoted — because their the one who are really, well, supper attractive, or good looking?

It’s sad their passed over despite being real hard workers! And it pissed me off all the super good looking “flirt with the upper management” types bombshell knockout sexy type managers who act silly and girlish enough cause they don’t threaten the other guys– THEY always seem to get promoted over the unattractive hard working ones, like well…like, some people…!” Tyler said sounding embarrassed at where she wound up.

My face was growing red by the sheer nerve of little Tyler,as we clearly knew where I fell in all this, once again unflatteringly. But I urged her on as I swallowed in amazement at what my mousy little secretary was spewing forth.

“And how did this connect to the web…” I urged her on.

“Well, I just noticed you’re kinda in the same boat as my friend, you know, the one we had the fight over who used to work at the bank? Not that your exactly like her, but she’s also not an overly attractive woman.

“So, for her, she still gets a lot of guys attention she’d never get working at her bank job just parading around as a web girl, even being kinda ugly person she is, and I was just thinking that, well…”

“I see. So, parading my naked butt around before a camera in my own office would be a strategy to getting me promoted? THAT’S what you were thinking???” I blurted out furiously.

“Well..I..that is…”

“TYLER– Please leave my office at once!” I seethed, my face on fire at how insipid an Image my own secretary must have of me me all this time!

I slammed the door behind her as I fought to keep a dry eye.

Blood pounding through me as I fumed in anger at myself for allowing my own secretary to basically calling me a “stupid ugly office manager” to my own damned face!!! The nerve of her! If she hadn’t been too stupid to realize what professional suicide her actions where, I’d have fired her ass right then and there!

—-

As Bernice struggled to regaining her composure while telling her story, I called Katie over and whispered a suggestion into her ear.

Katie flinched away from me at my lame.

“Hey, Don’t ask me to finish her off—- this is your dept. Jen.”

“Katie, please?” I whispered, though Bunny sat right there, watching us with a crimson face.

“Jen —- I’m not into women OR carrots, Okay? I’m just here taking notes!” Katie firmly smirked, as I sighed.

“uh…you’re a…Lesbian?” Bunny asked in surprise.

“Well, yes, I am Miss Vallens. But, this is just… I mean…that is…” I stammered as I pumped her pussy in embarrassment.

“She means what she’s ‘doing’ to you right now is just work — and nothing personal…right, Jen? See, Jennifer’s just a Lesbian for fun in her personal life, right, Jenny?” Katie shot me a sick wink.

I glowered back to Katie, suddenly losing patience with the dim witted woman I stupidly fucked.

“Ohhhhh fer Christ sake — Listen, Bunny, my arm’s getting tried, so let’s try another angle; can you get on down on all fours, okay?”

“…on all fours?” Bunny asked, with a pinched face.

I could see she enjoyed the angle my hand was at now. I couldn’t believe what I was now willing to bargaining for, for a story, but I kept pumping as we talked, just to keep her happy.

Though I’m sure the position made her feel extremely humiliated, Bernice Vallens perched herself on her hands and knees as I’d asked.

But instead of getting on the floor as I’d expected, Bunny got on all fours right on the sofa right , her exposed sex just inches from my face, as I continued rubbing Miss Vallen’s carrot across her clitoris, warming her up to continue….

—-

Okay, where were we? Oh yes. For the rest of the day after my ‘big blow up’ with Tyler, I was utterly useless.

Completely unable to keep my mind on my work, or for somehow stop rubbing my thighs together. I was sure my legs were at least an asset that would hoist a complimentary appraisal from little Tyler, but my vanity had blown up in my face again.

Plus I was now totally frustrated by how she kept working me up into a excited state with her frothy little gossip about her older web cam friend, only to send me crashing down in embarrassment about my body, age, professional limitations, or now even how “unattractive” I look.

I felt week in the knees and had to fight from touching myself under my desk when she used the word “ugly” in describing her friend. God knows how much this was a couched way of dissing her own boss, to my very face!!!! I felt humiliated and angry that I kept letting my own silly secretaries opinions guide and unsettle me so.

As I locked my office door, curiosity and my thighs got the better of me and I found myself poking around the internet for “webcam” sites, but always chickening out before entering my credit card number.

That evening I examined my life, through Tyler’s eyes. I didn’t like what I saw.

Was she so wrong after all? True, the way she’d described it was awful, and her plan was stupid—-internet bimbo, for god’s sake! But her appraisal of my work limitations cut to the bone, and I was ashamed at how a part of me was all too eager to accept it. I slid my hand down below my covers as I chided myself.

Part of me hated competing in an age or looks game I know I’ll never win. I hated the part of myself that secretly cozied up to being the the prim boring bookworm type. I was embarrassed how pridefully I embraced my very same qualities Tyler was insulting. My fingers became a blur as such thoughts swirled inside me.

I felt my stomach churn realizing how I wasn’t far from some unsightly web cam girl, fooling herself into believing she has a career. I arched my pelvis into my sweaty hand, furiously knowing I’d become the company’s cute little laughing stock for (not only) allowing myself to be passed over, but actually training others executives into positions everyone was painfully aware should be going to me! Hell, even stupid little Tyler could see it, and in a way, was the only one strong enough to throw cold water on me and —- wake me up!!!

—-

The next morning I saw Tyler with a list of names as she sat at her desk, working at my monitor. She smiled that wide grin of hers and showed me her handy work.

“Look, Miss Vallens, I was thinking, are you sure you don’t want be using your first name, Barbara? I feel a little dumb calling you, Miss Vallens, being that we’ve grown to be such close friends, like my friend I was telling you about, remember? Don’t you think Bernie is better? Huh?” she smiled, as I felt a weird twinge of something slipping away. A shift between us.

“Now listen Bernie, I came up with some neat– o names for you, if you ever give in and finally decide to get an internet site.”, she smirked, a slightly more cruel twinge in her voice driving me closer to the edge.

I desperately lied to myself she believe she was trying to mend our tiff, and Ignored the swirling erotic haze I was falling into to. I played along, eyeing the monitor veraciously, as she chattered in, switching back to her ordinary tone again..

“I figured ‘Vallens’ was a little, well, old–fashioned, so I tried some more cooler variations, like Bertha, Baggy–Berrie, Auntie Bernie…or this last one which is really is my favorite. It’s simple, stupid, and fits the new you — how about….”

“…Bunny?”

Tyler started snorting wildly at the mention of the name. I hated it, and she giggled like a someone sneaking a four letter word past her teacher. It was silly really, but the blood rushing to my face and the palpitations between my legs left me completely unable to speak.

Here little Tyler, my own personal toady, was laughing at me as…

…Bunny, the aging fat ugly porno embarrassment! But the worst part was, I was secretly close to a sick little orgasm…. aroused by her cruel laughter, and that made me so furious and ashamed of myself!!!

How pathetic my little Tyler would think me if she knew that I was on the verge of cumming right in front of her! But the thought of her ridicule of my arousal, melted my defenses even more! I felt helpless and lost, and on the verge of doing something truly stupid, if I didn’t get in my office and quick. Was I going nuts???

I rushed inside and closed the door in tears.

Bertha, Baggy–Berrie, Auntie Bernie…

Bunny.

God…why did repeating that name have this effect? It was uncontrollable. I stared off into space, and became aware I’d been rubbing myself, when my phone rang. It was Tyler.

“Pull up your panties, Miss Bunny…the tech guy is here with your new camera.” She giggled, as if it were all some joke. As if I was enjoying it. Her words. Her condescending tone. Or her silly new name for me.

I managed to straighten up and watched in a lustful fog as the young man from technical asked me where I wanted the digital camera. When I was too into my own state to answer, Tyler jumped in with several suggestions.

His eyes went to mine after Tylers’ suggestions for my official approval, but with my glazed stare, he soon Ignored me and he and my secretary decided that one down in the corner behind my desk would catch a nice peek a boo view , and another hidden above in a book shelf would give the view of what I inwardly described as my sagging cleavage. Blushing, I wondered if they two knew how close I actually was…when they rushed in.

You’ll see Miss B. It’ll be fun! And I think people will look at you differently, I bet really they will!” Tyler said so brightly.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I shrugged weakly, feeling my lustful glow fading as I came back to earth, frowning at the silly camera’s decorating my otherwise respectable office as the man left.

I turned to scold her, but Tylers’ desperate smile was Impossibly to Ignore, however misplaces. In a flash my heart broke as I realized that Tyler was somehow living vicariously through me with her pathological enthusiasm with all this. It was endearing, if a little weird, somewhat like a little girl that was playing dress up in her mommies closet. Little Tyler was too chicken to dare such a thing, so she’d explore the fantasy through me, or so she hoped.

“Look, Tyler– ” I started but she cut me off again.

“Give it two weeks. If your sick of it by then, I’ll pay what the camera rental costs! Agreed?” she asked dancing around excitedly.

“Tyler, if you think I’m going to let you pipe an image of me into the Internet, I’m afraid the answer’s NO.” I said in my best firm voice.

“Look, Miss Bunny. You’re the one always telling me a girl has too play the cards she’s dealt, right? You don’t wanna end up like the ugly bank lady next door, right? Not much to look at, flabby old boobs, and not exactly a rocket scientist to boot! But luckily there’s a place for gals like you. Turns out there’s a whole market for desperate guys who actually seem to like “saggers” or “mature woman” sites. We’ll snap a few pics and throw them up and I’ll design a web page in no time!”

No, Tyler– it’s not okay! What–the–fuck reason would you think such a thing would be okay? I screamed inside my mind, buy my mouth remained silent.

My legs were soon fighting to keep from buckling under me as I stood there passively and watched in horror and growing arousal as Tylers’ fast and furious fingers play across the keyboard…

—-

Bunny was really worked up now, and Katie and I were totally hooked as we were dying to hear what happened next, as if we couldn’t guess from watching the woman in a bunny suit gyrating on the carrot I kept massaging into her pussy, which was a little too close to my face for comfort.

“Gee, your really good at this.” Katie said, half in mockery, half serious.

“Thanks. I just hope Alex never finds out…” I mumbled to myself, under my breath, remembering my partner and feeling guilty about how hot jealous I was Bunny was getting all the attention.

Seconds later, Bunny threw her head back and arched her back in orgasm, her sweet smelling sex only inches away from my face. As Bunny came she found herself grinding herself against my upper body, as my younger reporter and partner watched in near hysterics a the site, tears streaming.

Katie watched us finish up, pretending to ‘take notes’, while I shuddered in embarrassment realizing how gooey my hand now was, all in order to hear more of this story.

As Bunny rolled off her hands and knees, and onto her back, stroking her pussy, she told us more the last of it…

—-

So…I sat in my office alone, staring at the little folder on my screen that Tyler had told me would send all these images out onto the internet, if I choose to commit such professional suicide. I had been able to evade or joke my way out of reasonable questions about what these clearly visible cameras were doing pointing up my skirt during office meetings, but I had still had no idea why I’d allowed Tyler to talk me into these kinds of clothes.

In between meetings, Tyler thought it a good Idea to get into the spirit of things by wearing, well, what she’d bought me for my little Web Cam situation. I hurry up, bolt my office door, heart racing, then slip into them whenever I had a spare moment. The clothes, these embarrassing kinds of clothes which Tyler insisted on made me almost dizzy inside!

I hated her Implying I was in the same league as those woman. I mean, sure, my breasts did sag a little, and I wasn’t exactly Marilyn Monroe, but I was careful to do a job where I’d never be judged in such a humiliating context. But Tyler reducing me to that, made my insides do flip flops! The more cheery she was in insulting me, the more I passively let myself take her absurd advice, the more arousal was sinking into me, as my brain slowly turned into peanut butter.

I stroked my hands across the little outfits. My little outfits. I hated them, and I was sure Tyler got them just to embarrass the hell outta me! To make me feel self conscious and stupid.

It was working.

I mean, I haven’t had a pleated skirt since I was twelve! The whole get–up was just…well it would have been funny if it wasn’t so pitiful: knee socks, frilly blouse, pigtails! On a middle aged professional woman. When I resigned myself to glanced in a mirror, it was all I could do to keep from bursting out in angry salty tears.

….But at the same time…and I am completely at a loss to explain this…. I just couldn’t take them off. It would disappoint Tyler so much, and I had promised….

Well…. that wasn’t really why.

For some baffling reason, wearing this stupid little “outfit” made me so steamy inside that I couldn’t think straight at all. I came alive with that the slightest breeze across between my legs (no…you guessed it…Tyler wouldn’t let me wear them) would send me over the top.

My nipples were so hard and sensitive from constant endless rubbing against the thin starch material of the perky white blouse, and I had to hug myself whenever I walked to keep them from swinging and bouncing. But I had been so lonely and uptight for so long, that I just couldn’t give up these feelings. It was like my libido completely trumped my judgement.

I tried not to think about how I looked, or what I was doing.

I tried.

I mean, I had a desk piled with work I’d put off this morning while shopping with Tyler, and I’d spent the afternoon trying to avoid the sample page Tyler had designed for this ridiculous charade. I couldn’t bring myself to even look at it while she worked on it, since it was so repulsive and sad.

I vaguely remember being appalled by the unflattering light and nightmarish tacky photograph the camera caught me in when I’d stole a quick painful glance at the page Tyler finished for the site. I had hoped for something tasteful, something a bit, well, erotic and soft.

Maybe a scarf draped across my privates in some soft lighting, something that leaves something to the imagination, as well as hiding and disguising my many flaws!

“Oh Bunny, don’t be silly. You’ll never reel in these guys with subtlety! Just look at what we bought this morning! Honestly, Sometimes you say things that are more like your the secretary! Trust me, Just go over there and sit like I tell you…” She said from behind my monitor as my shoulders fell and I turned and walked resigned and defeated away from the ugly monitor picture I’d seen.

That was enough to convince me never to look at it again, and somehow just get through the next two weeks as I agreed. Then maybe the poor girl would get this out of her system, respect my wishes and leave me be! That’s what I told myself…

“Okay, Bunny, let’s do a little practice run, Okay? Now legs wide…wider, Bunnikins! Okay. That’s looking good. Shoulders back. Now look up into the camera and blow me a nice big bubble! Oh, Bunny, you’re hopeless!”, she frowned in frustration and started looking around the room.

“Okay… I know what you need…wait here!”

When she left, I stood and looked at the seat of my chair. I had leaked all over it! I was rubbing at it with a paper towel, when Tyler burst back in.

“What are you doing, Bunny? Get back in your chair… NOW!”

I sat right down, feeling like I had been caught at something naughty. Tyler had a roll of clear mailing tape. She walked around behind me, and before I could even guess what she was up to, she pulled my elbows back and wrapped tape around them so they were almost touching each other.

“Tyler… don’t! What are you doing? That hurts…Tyler, please stop right now!”

…but then she pulled my knee up on the arm of the chair, taped it there, and did the same thing to the other one. I was splayed out like road kill… but I was so close to cumming, that I didn’t dare even move.

I just sat like a deer in headlights, panting.

She put a small fan under my desk, pointing right up into my crotch, to keep my skirt well out of the way.

“Okay, honey–bunny… ready to go live?”

As she took hold of the mouse, I was so close to orgasm I was in tears…when she whispered into my ear.

“Does Tyler’s poor wittol Personnel Manager feel all frustrated, does she huh? Poor Hooooney Buuuuunny…” She cooed as she kept flicking my nipples with her fingernails playfully.

“Don’t be sad Miss Bunny…it’s ‘okay…” Tyler cooed, as she now started roughly going back and forth, massaging each or my nipples to get it hard as a pebble, which they were! I found myself desperate to cum so bad It hurt!!!

“Oh!… I almost forgot!”, she giggled, and rummaged in my middle drawer. She pulled out two of those large black spring clips and tore open my blouse. I was blubbering, begging… and cumming continuously, just as we were seconds from going live.

As my sexy young secretary placed clip is on, I went insane from the intensity and pain, and I wanted nothing more than for her to take those fucking clips off!!!!!

But Tyler then surprised me by coolly untying one of my right wrists from the armrest, telling me:

“Choose Miss Bunny, You can either take off the clip, or get yourself off. Which is it?”

“…that’s when my new career officially got under way…”

multiple orgasms.

Bunny tearfully confessed all this while exploding into shameful multiple orgasms, Noricom’s former personal director’s cute little bunny head boinking against the arm of her sofa, demonstrating what a stupid little bunny she’d become as Katie and I watched in awe.

When Bernice finally caught her breath I dropped the carrot, trembling inside rushing to the bathroom, managing: “Excuse me while I wash my hands…” trying to sound disgusted.

Seconds later, the door locked, water running, I could barely contain myself as my hand dove into my panties as I closed my eyes and found myself lapping the the strange woman’s juices off my warm sticky palm with embarrassed confused little whimpers, hoping the water hid the sounds of my cries.

The shame and excitement I’d spent the morning keeping from Katie was unbearable, and I craved blessed relief. The depravity of first licking and sucking on Dori’s marker, and now this woman Bernice Vallens’ vaginal juices, made my nearly loins explode!

“HEY — You okay in there, Jen?” Came Katie’s voice through the door, and I jumped in fear, wiping my mouth and turning off the water.

“YUP, yup…out in a sec — ” I said with a flush.

After dreaming up a plan in the hallway, both Katie and I sat the middle aged woman executive from Noricom down on her now sticky sofa for a little chat.

“Bunny, Listen. There may be some evidence this wasn’t your decision. There may be drugs involved. Drugs that may alter…” I paused, realizing Bunny was a little lost. Katie jumped in.

“Bunny, Jen and Katie need your help. We’re convinced it would be a GOOD IDEA for us to come work with you at Noricom for a spell, undercover. ”

“Undercover? You mean, like, for pretend?” Bunny asked.

“Yes bunny, for pretend. No one would know were reporters, until we figure out what’s happening to all you executives, okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. So would Tyler know too?”

Katie and I exchanged a dismayed look at Bunny’s stupidity since her orgasm. When she answered the door she’d actually been okay and coherent, but since she’d cum from the humiliation, she was now back to being Tyler’s ‘cute little fuck–bunny’ again! I scolded her:

“NO, Bunny. Don’t tell Tyler. Especially Tyler and April, This is important. None of the secretaries can know. Now, since as you’re the companies ‘Personnel Manager’, you should ask us to come in as ‘consultants’, to interview the staff for evaluation. This way we can check up on Suzanne Green and her secretary April, and even Miss Jessica Price herself, okay? Deal?

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