Beneath Ch. 03: The Assignment

"Are you certain you want to work here?! I cannot afford to lose customers any more than the current situation. We've just open for business again and I'm already receiving a complaint."

Vanessa was silent; head lowered with both arms in front, her left hand clasped over her right in a fig leaf posture standing beside a single-seater couch, a distance away from an alpha director's table that stretched 2 meters wide. The room was invariably dim except for the spotlight where she stood. The monitor obscured her employer's face but not his irate voice. She dared not flinch in her position even though her feet were killing her softly in those Kate Spade black leather 4-inch high heels.

It had been almost a month since the intruder committed his incestuous act against Vanessa, and though she tried to distract herself she could not prevent her mind from drifting to that fateful day. The haunting memories were still crisp and vivid like it took place just yesterday.

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Her eyes opened slowly and cautiously.

Her body remained motionless. Not a fibre of muscle moved.

The rhythmic beats pulsating on Vanessa's G-spot was intensifying. She felt the arches of her feet clasped a hard elongated shaft. She knew from experience what the motion was. Instead of catching her intruder red-handed, a huge part of her was curious to find out how far he would venture.

His hands slid higher up to the outer sweep of her thigh before placing his palm on the roundness of her nylon-encased butt. Vanessa was getting increasingly worried with her intruder's fingers lingering between her legs that were pressed together; at times brushing against the pinkish nub of her now semi-hard appendage. Apparently, it was responding to her intruder's unintentional caress.

Her predicament worsened when he kept running his fingers around the lathery area of her sodden nylon gusset. Even with her silicone penis tucked along her perineum and wedged between her hosiery legs, Vanessa could feel the girth of her extension gradually growing thicker. She prayed those fingers would leave her nether region soon before the bulbous head protrude between the crevice of her buttocks.

Then came a momentary pause... before a low muffled grunt echoed in the stillness of her room.

The intruder had shot his cum loads all over Vanessa's nylon-webbed feet and calves while in the midst of shifting himself away from her. As the warm viscous sperm seeped on to her skin through the diaphanous fabric of her pantyhose, Vanessa could hold back no longer and climaxed as well; betrayed by her throbbing phallus jolting rapid vibrations on her G-spot and vaginal walls and eventually hurling her into another wave of tsunamic orgasm albeit a mini-one.

Yet she kept absolutely still, suppressing her convulsions as hard as she could possibly muster with her exhausted body; her hands clenched into fists of balls. Her lips curled inwards while simultaneously pressing tightly together to silence her squeals of another self-induced pleasure against her will.

Fortunately, the intruder had turned around. By the time he returned to look at her, she had already subdued her involuntary spasms and brought her climax under control. Vanessa only hoped her intruder had finished his business and was preparing to leave.

Vanessa waited... but not for long before those hands returned to caress her legs again.

She felt her intruder's fingers working their way to the cusps of her ass cheeks. She grimaced as her ass cheeks were being yanked apart and kneaded together repeatedly like dough. The continual kneading action was becoming a concern; particularly her growing erection and unanticipated ejaculation.

The intruder's next action stirred her erotically when she felt a thick finger probed and massaged the entrance to her rear door! The unexpected invasion made her clamped up her rosebud but only for a while. With the aid of her own pussy juices as lubricant, her intruder was soon sliding two fingers as deep as the gossamer nylon fabric would stretch.

In and out those fingers fucked her pantyhosed ass! It was unknowingly causing a love-hate sensation to Vanessa that she bit her tongue while suppressing her cringes in the presence of the intruder. She tried to press her sex against his hand discreetly but was unsuccessful.

The thing Vanessa knew was feeling her intruder wedging his overly excited cock between her voluptuous posterior and exploded between her butt crack, saturating it with his warm gooey spunk. This was immediately followed by another round of rapid squirts between her legs.

Overwhelmed by his ethereal ejaculation, he did not realize his squirting bulbous head had lightly pressed against the pink nub of her own turgid erection as the intruder's copious gunge slobbered the pinkish glans, coating it viscously layer upon layer with the throbbing of her erection responding even more intensely. Was it getting aroused by her intruder's startling action?

"Nooo... please...! Not now...!"

"Pleassseee... nooo... don't cum now!" Vanessa prayed under her breath.

She could feel her intruder's warm spunk slowly streaming a path like molten lava, one copious surge after another, competing to make its way to her aching pussy. She was shuddering at the erotic sensation but could not express it outwardly and outrightly.

"Oohh... ggaawwddd... pleaassee... stop..." Vanessa begged incessantly under her breath as she tried to shift her focus away from her state of tumescence.

She laid motionless despite hearing her room door closed inaudibly. She was still in a state of shock and surprise. She caught sight of her intruder's profile illuminated by the light from outside as he was closing the door. It was none other than her father!

A sense of guilt and shame overwhelmed her thoughts.

"How could he do this to me?" Vanessa's voice stuttered.

"It's all my fault! Why didn't I lock my room door...?!"

"This would not have happened if I locked my door!"

"I shouldn't have fallen asleep..."

"Why did I sleep without covering myself up?"

As Vanessa rationalized her emotions, her hand had unconsciously slipped between her pressed legs. Using her intruder's still lukewarm ejaculate and her own pussy juices as lubricant, she inserted one finger... followed by two fingers through her seamless pantyhose and finger-fucked her engorged pussy lips while teasing her clitoris.

Still lost in her thoughts, she had unknowingly quickened her finger-fucking of her own aching sex with the vibrating bulb of her strapless strap-on still plugged in. She was also massaging her tumid penis through her pantyhose with her other hand concurrently; making slushy noises inadvertently as her fingers probed in and out of her lust hole while stroking her erection. Her saturated nylon crotch was a tepid concoction of slimy, musky juices and viscid cum.

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"Are you even listening?!" A booming voice snapped Vanessa back to reality.

"Yes sir" Vanessa replied apologetically.

The long standing and walking around in those fuck-me high heels had not been kind to Vanessa since she commenced work about one week ago as a part-timer in this dine-in eatery called "Fancy Pansy". It was a bistro that featured female attendants in pantyhose and high heels. All of them would be dressed according to a theme dictated by the boss and it became a crowd-puller.

But business did not flourish like it did now when it opened initially. With only a couple of staff helping out, there were hardly walk-in customers; barely enough to cover the day's overheads and costs until a make-over and revamp following the bistro's closure in light of an epidemic that swept the world.

When the global pandemic struck and governments imposing tough lockdowns to stop the spread of a deadly and highly transmissible virus, a majority of companies -- big and small suffered. Major losses and heavy casualties resulted. Some went bankrupt while most had to lay off their employees to keep their businesses going.

Vanessa was one of the unfortunate casualties of this ongoing viral pandemic. She moved back to stay with her parents following her retrenchment as she figured this would substantially minimize her expenditure.

The silver lining was that she was lucky to sublet one of her two-room apartment to two foreign nationals who pleaded with her to allow them to bunk-in a single room even though this was against the governing authority's regulations. However, they offered a double of their rental payment, making it rather irresistible for her to turn down.

At the very least, Vanessa would be receiving some passive income while looking for another employment.

"You have no prior experience whatsoever, Vanessa. And I'm taking a risk with the business' reputation on the line!"

"Thank you, sir. It will not happen again" another apologetic response from Vanessa.

"I trust this is the first and last time we have this conversation. Another complaint and I will not be as forgiving. You got that?!"

"Yes sir." Vanessa answered humbly; her head still lowered as she bowed to convey her sincere apology. Apparently, it seemed to appease her boss' fiery anger somewhat.

"That will be all for tonight, Van. You may take your leave now." Her boss's tone was now calmer and more composed. Another humbled bow before Vanessa turned around to leave her boss' room. As soon as she closed the door, she let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Phew... That was eventful." Vanessa thought to herself.

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With the government's easing of some restrictions to allow fully inoculated customers (capped at a max. of 5 pax per group) to dine-in at restaurants and eateries, Vanessa received a call from the bistro to notify her that she was hired and to commence work with on-the-job training provided.

On the first day she reported for work, she was asked to sign a work contractual agreement that stated the terms and conditions of her employment; including her vital statistics and hosiery size. While there were a few walk-ins, most of the customers made their reservation via online bookings weeks earlier in anticipation of the easing of restrictions.

Majority of the customers were evening crowds and the bistro had to hire part-timers to ease the work load of the regular staff. The salary was decent, to say the least. The attractive part was the tips they received from customers depending on their satisfaction with the attendants' services provided throughout.

Vanessa was impressed and surprised by the customers' generosity, considering most people would tighten their wallets and spending in a bleak economic outlook. Even if she had to endure the lengthy duration of standing and walking in those killer high heels; which was a major change from the luxury she had previously of sitting down most of the time when she was working in an office environment.

Perhaps that also explained the reason the bistro spared no expense on their employees' benefits by providing one of the finest brands of hosiery; Wolfords. Two pairs; one for the job and a spare for emergencies like runs, spillage, etc.

Most, if not all of the dining patrons would steal second glances, some even ogled at their assigned attendants, especially if they have themed dressing and shimmery clad pantyhosed legs. The place was a sight for sore eyes. Definitely not a dining venue to bring spouses or girlfriends and not surprisingly, men made up the bulk of the customers.

Today was no different. Vanessa reported for work in the evening, decked out in a classic theme of a white blouse and black mini-skirt that cut 6 inches above her knees. A high cut centre back vent was the highlight at the back of the skirt while her slender legs were showcased in Wolford's Neon 40 tights black color.

Like her colleagues, Vanessa was assigned to customers who had been pouring in the bistro since opening hours. There were a lot of noisy chattering from the various tables and at times, she found herself raising her voice while conversing with her customers. Nothing out of the norm and most were understanding.

Except her last unintended assignment.

"Van, do you mind tending to this group in the corner? My hands are full with what I've got already" pleaded one of her colleagues.

"Sure."

"You're a life-saver, hon'!"

"No problem" Vanessa said as she walked over to a table of 5 dine-in patrons.

They looked no older than 20 years. From their enthusiastic body languages, she figured these young lads had probably not seen each other for some time and there were probably plenty of catching up and updating. But their youthful energies were a growing distraction when their laughter got louder and behavior rowdier.

Out of concern, Vanessa told them politely to lower their volume and control their enthusiastic gestures, especially with safe distancing ambassadors patrolling the premises.

"Hey guys, I understand it's a happy occasion. Appreciate if you can kindly turn down your energy by a couple of notches. Thank you so much!" She stood beside the table as she waited for a response but there was none. She repeated herself politely but it fell on deaf ears again. Perhaps she might have raised her tone a little higher than normal and the dine-in guests took offense.

Complicating the tensed situation, Vanessa abruptly swatted away the hand of one of the dine-in guests as she stood by the table with her customers on either side. She was very certain she felt a hand running up the length on one of her nylon-sheathed legs.

For the past few minutes Vanessa was standing there, she had been enduring lecherous caresses from one of the patrons but opted to remain silent. Her dine-in guest seeing his attendant close-up, wearing such an outfit with the high-cut centre back vent skirt, was like an open invitation to him. As he was sitting just next to her standing form, his hand easily reached behind her and started to slide it up and down the back of her silky-smooth leg.

"Mmm... ooohh..." an arousing Vanessa thought to herself.

Observing no immediate reaction, her customer took it as a silent consent to continue. Very slowly he slid his hand further and further up, his fingers roaming between her thighs just above the knees until they were sliding the inside of her thighs.

"Oooh... gaawwdd... nooo...!!! I can't be getting excited now...?!" Vanessa reminding herself.

Emboldened by the fact Vanessa was not objecting, her guest reached up even further until his fingers were just an inch or so from her pantyhose gusset, relishing the soft feel of her uppermost thighs, stroking and teasing her nylon clad flanks with the tip of his fingers as they lingered precariously close to her crotch.

"Gaawwdd...!!! nooo... pleeassee... not now...!!!" Vanessa begged in her mind.

It was evoking sexually arousing sensations but she did not want any of her customers to think she was in estrus. She had been doing her best, up until this moment to keep her composure but with those deft fingers about to delve even higher up between her legs would be catastrophic. She could literally feel her leaking wetness oozing between them.

Vanessa immediately recovered her sanity as she could no longer withhold herself while protecting her modesty. The guests made a ruckus and the bistro manager had to step in to maintain peace and order before the situation got out of control.

"You won't be seeing the last of us, wench!" one of the guests shouted across as the group of youngsters took their leave at the pleading of the bistro manager using the excuse that it was already closing time and the eatery had to start making preparations.

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"Sorry 'bout tonight." Vanessa apologized to her fellow colleagues.

"Don't worry about a thing. Some of us saw what they did. It's not your fault", one of them reassured.

"That was very courageous of you. We just keep our silence so that the customers will be happy and tip us well." said another colleague.

"Most of them only go so far; nothing too serious that affects our work. Yeah, they get their thrills and spills, but the happier they are, the better they tip!" consoled a third colleague.

"Don't let tonight get to you, Vanessa!" another one winked as she exited the place.

Vanessa felt more comforted after hearing these encouragements from her co-workers as each one went their separate ways. Yet, despite the reassurances there was still a nagging feeling. She could not figure out what it was as she made her way to the train station.

For the past few days working at the bistro, Vanessa would normally leave on time once operation hours ceased, the last dine-in customers had left and a final debrief given. However, this evening it was close to midnight by the time she boarded the last bound train headed for home. It would be another hour or so before she arrived at her final destination since her parent's residence was the last stop.

There were hardly any commuters around and finding a seat was not a problem. In fact, she had the whole carriage to herself! She picked a corner 2-seater at the tail end of the last carriage and sat herself down; resting her tired legs and burning feet.

Getting comfortable, she slipped out of her Kate Spade high heels to air the stuffiness of her sweaty nylon-webbed feet. She wriggled and curled her toes, flexed and rotated her ankles to ease the aching soreness of her calves and heels. She bent over to give a quick rub-down of her slightly moist soles, exhaling to a long and deep relief.

"Mmmm... this feels good...!" as she eased into a complete state of relaxation of her entire being, her mind drifted in and out of several fleeting thoughts.

Her thoughts swiftly shifted to the most recent incident that took place at the bistro earlier that evening; how her body responded when she was being touched and stroked like that by an unknown stranger. She could not resist the sexual stirring and soon felt a gentle strobing between her legs while processing the incident.

"What's wrong with me?" a puzzled Vanessa wondered.

"How is it that I'm getting aroused by an indecent act from a stranger?" as she recalled the fateful encounter.

"Well, well, well... look what we've here fellas!"

The remark interrupted Vanessa's thought as she looked up to see a group of 5 guys had boarded the train 3 stops later. As she observed closer, she recognized they were the same group she had waited upon at the bistro; her last assignment for the evening.

"Ain't she the wench that embarrassed us at the restaurant earlier?" one of them commented while the rest leered at her as the pack advanced forward. She noticed how the group playfully jostled each other while making their way toward her direction.

Vanessa said nothing but the fear in her eyes was enough to send the message across. She clutched her handbag tightly as they moved closer until they surrounded the 2-seater compartment she was seated in. Yet, her wandering mind could not resist fantasizing the possibility of the many pairs of hands that would be exploring and touching her like one of them did at the bistro, only this time it would be five-fold!

"Ugh...!" Vanessa baulked at the decadent thought.

She was getting lustful stares from every one of them. Each one looked like he was undressing her differently with their lecherous hungry eyes. Vanessa felt naked and visually assaulted by them.

As the train moved farther away from the city area, there were lesser commuters boarding. The sight of Vanessa sitting cross-legged in those semi-sheer luxurious Wolford Neon 40 black pantyhose would have been too much for the guys to endure. Fanning their flames of desires was her seating posture that showcased the length of her gorgeous flanks and a peekaboo of her glutes; given that her mini-skirt had ridden up and barely covered her modesty if not for her crossed legs.