Changing Room Diaries Ch. 03

"Oh I'm sorry! I wish but I'm a little tight on money right now and and-"

I raised a hand, "I was kidding honey. Come by again and maybe we can grab you some stuff with the employee discount, Molly and you must be the same size, no one will be the wiser."

She smiled and we talked a little more before she headed out but, once again, I wasn't sure when she'd turn up again.

But I had something bigger to worry about. I peeked out the room and as I'd suspected, Paula and Molly were speaking rather heatedly at Molly's counter. Twenty minutes earlier this would have been totally random to me, but when Paula had put her hands up on the wall earlier I'd noticed something. Something that turned my stomach in guilt. She had black fingernails, with white polka-dots.

I loudly slid my door open so they would notice me leaving the room and clearly changed their conversation to seem more casual.

"What're you two talking about?" I asked approaching them, but all I could think about was the cheating I had just taken part in. Or was it even cheating? These were two girls who're quite open minded. Maybe it's not as big a deal as I thought. My mind then wandered to how the two of them started seeing each other in the first place, and why Molly wouldn't just tell me it was Paula.

I nodded through their lie and excused myself out to lunch. I needed a nonsexual, non intimate setting. It seems everywhere I'd been recently had peaked my carnal interests, so I headed out to get the most non-sexy food I could think of, a nice greasy burger.

But, of course, a woman from the venue just had to call me telling me they could give me a better date if I came in earlier. Why is it when things go your way they still don't really go your way in some way or another? Sorry, complaining over.

The venue was nice enough, though the name "The Loving Heart" seemed a little uninspired, but all around a nice place. I went into their front office and worked to get the attention of the skinny young auburn-haird receptionist who was more interested in her phone than she was her job. I had to check her name tag to get her attention.

"Excuse me, Tiffany?"

Her eyes flicked up and down from her screen once, and then again in a double take and slight gape. Can't say I wasn't flattered, but I had no time to entertain naughty thoughts. Besides, her initial surprise seemed to wear off fast.

"Please fill out this form and take a seat and Ms. Howard will be with you momentarily," she said coldly looking back to her phone as she handed me a clipboard. Whatever she was typing on that thing, she seemed pretty stressed about it.

As I filled in the visitor form I heard a familiar tone from Tiffany's computer. She popped in some headphones and smiled,

"Hey baby!" she said to her webcam. I didn't really care but I wasn't amazed so far by The Loving Heart's professionalism. "I can't see you can you see me? Ok I guess that'll have to do for now..."

Eventually Tiffany motioned for me to go through a side door where I was to meet with the manager.

"Well, isn't this a coincidence," I heard a voice say. I turned to see none other than Ms. Raquel's ageless receptionist I had met earlier.

"Oh hey!" I said hoping she would reintroduce herself.

"Cassandra Howard," she extended her hand. I shook it in relief. "You just seem to be all over my work schedule today, imagine my confusion scheduling you three times in one day for two different jobs!"

I laughed. "Wait three times, when's the third besides now and this morning?"

"Tonight for dinner at Ms. Raquel's. I manage a lot of her life."

"Oh okay, sorry I'm all over the place for you aren't I" I laughed again, she smiled.

"Well, you're not the worst person to have around a lot."

Woah, was that a flirt?

She ushered me into the main room for the event and started explaining the perks of choosing her venue, and it all felt very business like again. As she spoke I noticed something you could only notice close up. From far away her eyes seemed dark blue or brown, but from this close I realized they were more shades of Elizabeth Taylor. Violet.

"And we do weddings as well, if you ever wanna make and honest woman of someone, here's the place to do it."

How'd she know to say woman?

Finally we concluded our tour.

"So everything looks good," I said, "I'll talk to my friends about price but in all likelihood we'll take it," I told her.

"I'm so glad to hear that." She smiled her beautiful smile. Her upturned nose and ever so tiny crinkles by her eyes almost gave me flutters. "They're lucky to have a friend like you." And that did give me flutters.

I thanked her and went to shake her hand but she came in and gave me a tight, affectionate hug. And that's when I was hit with full on butterflies. This woman was very different than the somewhat timid one I had met earlier, as if the job she was at transformed her. The one who was hugging me was filled with much more confidence. And it was such a warm, calming, almost motherly hug. But not really motherly, cause that would make the other sensations in me feel very wrong. Anyway, moving on. None of this is really worth mentioning in such detail without what came next.

I headed back to the front office to pick up the necessary paperwork but stopped short at the door. There was a noise coming from the front office. It was very low and very faint but I had heard similar sounds hundreds of times. It was a moan.

The door was slightly ajar so I peeked in. I had a side view of Tiffany's desk. She was hunched over, her skirt pulled up to her hips, her hand rubbing up and down her mound, staring at her computer screen as she did it.

She was already midway through the act. I contemplated making a loud noise outside to give her time to stop so I could go through, but I decided she might as well finish now.

She leaned forward and back in her squeaky office chair, her supple cleavage spilling in and out of view of her pink blouse. A small chain necklace with a tiny diamond on the end swung between the valley of her breasts as she straddled her hand.

But the real action was in her face. As she continued to rub herself her face expressed emotions of fear, joy, and back again. She would look around to make sure no one was around, then let her pleasure take over. You know that face you make when you're being teased and then someone finally starts to please you in earnest. That face of mixed pleasure and relief. That was the face she repeated as she put on a show for whoever was on the other end of that video chat. She would look around, pleasure, smile at her partner, look around, pleasure, smile, pleasure, smile, pleasure, look around, pleasure and so on until she couldn't take it anymore. She increased her tempo and rocked back and forth, closing her eyes and using her other hand to squeeze her breast through bra and blouse as her face seemed to cry a voiceless cry of pleasure. Anyone could have walked in during that last part and she wouldn't have even noticed.

I made loud stepping noises outside and she quickly clicked off all her programs on a computer screen, and fixed herself up as best she could. I walked in and she was now very helpful and receptive to my questions on the paperwork. Maybe she had just needed some stress relief.

I laughed to myself as I grabbed a wrap from a nearby restaurant and headed back to the store. My life lately had been a string of coincidences and new people just popping up. Did everyone's life have this many sexual encounters, or was that a just an occupational benefit/hazard? It was as if my world were a badly written TV show with lots of characters and way too many subplots. Hopefully they paid off.

I got back to Ms. Raquel's by around 12 and immediately felt sick to my stomach upon seeing Molly, remembering the pain I mostly likely caused her earlier today. Why didn't she just tell me?

I half expected her to snap at me on the spot as I walked by but all she said was,

"You have a visitor," not looking up from her computer. I suppose she understood I had no way of knowing, and still thought I didn't know. But that still wouldn't stop her from being distant. Perfectly understandable, I can't say I'd be any better.

I assumed it was my mother and was happy she decided to show up now during a slow hour, but it turned out to be a different visitor.

"Hey Eve." Tanya stood in front of me in changing room 10.

"Hey," I gave her a hug and grabbed a couple stools from outside to sit in. "So did you forget something else or are you just coming around to say hi?" I was genuinely confused. Tanya and I talked every once in a while and sometimes went to lunch or something but always with Molly as well. We were never really that good of friends or anything, just a step above acquaintances.

She laughed, "Actually I'm here on business."

"Oh really, what kind of business?"

"Well, to put it bluntly, you." I arched an eyebrow in confusion. She continued, "I'm working in the fashion department at Alice Industries and have been doing some recruiting. And imagine my surprise when your resume came across my desk!"

Oh...right. Out of college, before I moved back here to my hometown, I had been applying for some jobs. My main goal was fashion design but I had mostly applied to more business minded aspects of the fashion world just for the sake of practicality.

"Yeah, but I applied a long time ago," I said.

"And you were accepted. In fact you were sought after. Why didn't you take it?"

"Location."

She smiled, "That's what I thought. Well lucky for you, we just opened a branch in town and if you join you'll be one of the head honchos. In fact, you are guaranteed to a designer's contract, and isn't that the dream?!" She checked her watch, opened her purse, and handed me a large envelope. "Well I've gotta get going. Read up on the offer and details and I'll be in touch soon. Please consider it!" She gave me a hug and walked out.

To say I was surprised by the exchange would be an understatement. Here I was living a comfortable life with a job I liked, and sometimes loved, and in walks in an offer for a new one I didn't need at all.

That being said, it was getting complicated. Just today I was hurting a friend and there were two very powerful women hanging over my head, one coming to dominate me soon and the other with the potential to professionally. In fact, if Ms. Raquel did know what I was doing and planned on firing me, maybe this job was the perfect way out. On the other hand why would she ask me to dinner if I was going to be fired...

Needless to say, I was confused about life.

But that was to be worried about later, I was still at work and there was work to be done.

The first thing I did was change into my blood dress, the one requested by Ms. Vega. It was skin tight, came down to mid-thigh, and had no cleavage showing.

Next I made one final check on everything she would need, mainly the chair she enjoyed using last time.

And finally...I took a nap.

I know anticlimactic but it had been a long day with a long weekend before, and with Ms. Vega coming in about four hours, I needed to give my body a break. In hindsight, it may have been smarter to change into the dress after, but if I overslept and wasn't changed by the time Ms. Vega was here she would not be pleased. Better to risk the wrinkly dress.

When I woke up it was around 3:30, 90 minutes before her arrival. I texted Molly to send me customers because every so often I actually do my job, although these days it seemed less and less. And about an hour later I received a text back. It read,

"Vega's here. She's shoppin but idk when she'll come back to you so be ready."

I finished up with my customer as quickly as I could, ran to freshen up, came back, and sat down in the chair facing the door. It and the soft sheets laid out on the ground were the objects left in the room to the naked eye.

Time ticked away and I began to get too much into my own head. I looked around the room. Ten feet long, seven feet wide, mirrors on both ends. But what if she doesn't like the mirrors? What if she notices the cameras? What if she hurts me? Causes bruises?

I shook my head and tried to get myself together. This woman was getting under my skin, and I'd only been in contact with her a total of maybe one hour ever.

I checked the time. 4:50? How was that even possible, it felt like I'd been waiting there for and eternity.

I closed my eyes and tried to get my mind to wander. Wander to anything else I could possibly think of instead. And for some reason it landed on Cassandra, Ms. Raquel's receptionist. I thought about her face and her smile. Her nose's up turn, her blonde hair with its dark roots. Her beautiful, if not particularly apparent violet eyes.

I shook my head. Those were some deep thoughts about a random lady. "I'm just getting a little too turned on today I guess," I all but said to myself.

I then began to think about Arey, my new gym partner, and how I needed to make sure I made it to the gym in time after dinner.

Finally, I just leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, still feeling a little groggy. That went away in a second.

The door slid open and closed in a flash. In front of me stood Ms. Vega. It was strange, but it wasn't until just then I noticed how much I wanted to impress her, how much I wanted to take on this challenge. It had been a while since I'd been challenged.

The first thing I noticed was her hair was different. The long sandy locks that she sported on Friday had been transformed into a dark brown. Also, her fingernails had been painted black as night, and shortened. My private parts should thank her for that.

But other than that the striking Latina was dressed very casually, in jeans and a T-shirt that was more than strained against her chest, and holding a large duffel bag. It made me feel kind of silly in my dress.

"Hello Ms. Vega," I said uneasily.

"Hi," she replied with no discernible emotion in her Colombian accent, "I'm gonna need you to close your eyes while I get ready." It wasn't really a command, more of statement of what needed to happen. I wasn't entirely sure if I was talking to the same woman.

I covered my eyes and waited as I heard her unzip her bag to "get ready" which I came to realize meant more than just clothes. I stayed like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. She walked back and forth, passing me a few times during that, gently touching me in different spots with each pace.

"Open your eyes," she said when she was done. She now stood in front of me wearing only a black negligee that showed off significant cleavage and came down to her waist and matching lace panties. It was all complimented by black boots that ran up to just below her knee. I couldn't help but stare with all the black(and her signature dark purple lipstick) contrasted beautifully with the naturally tanned skin of her body and bare legs. But that was all that was different, meaning all the pacing and touching was just her toying with me.

"Stand in the corner then cover your eyes up with this." she said handing me a cloth. Her tone had shifted to the tone of the woman I had met the previous week. Sharp and cold, but the atmosphere and anticipation added a sensual side to it.

"Yes m'am," I replied, moving next to the door and tying the cloth around my eyes. I was absolutely in the dark now.

I heard her duffel bag hit ground near the chair and the chair slide more towards the center of the room. Then there were noises of metal clanking near the ceiling of all places. As I usually end up doing, I silently thanked Molly in my head for her soundproofing of changing room 10. It comes in handy every single day.

"From now on, you call me 'amante', is that clear?" she said as she set up. "And most of the time, you will be called 'whore', understood?"

"Yes amante," I answered, learning fast.

"You can come whenever you want to whore."

"Ok amante, thank you amante."

"Don't be thanking me whore, opportunity is rare."

Uh oh.

Eventually I felt a hand on me. At first I flinched but then eased into it as it softly touched my face and ran through my hair. It made its way to the roots and gave a hard yank, pulling me over to the what felt like the middle of the room. I winced but held in cries of pain repercussions.

I'll spare you the details of how I managed to end up how I ended up, mostly because, with the blind fold, I wasn't totally sure of the process myself. But when it was removed I saw my state of affairs in the mirror. My arms were above me, almost fully straight with wrists tied together and attached to some kind of hook on the ceiling. My legs were tied together with a few belts, and my feet could just barely full touch the floor. Overall my body was one solid unit, looking as if I was about to badly dive into a pool.

Ms. Vega went to her bag and produced a pair of scissors. She pulled the fabric of my dress away from my body and began to cut. When she was done the dress was intact except for my breasts were now spilled out in all their glory. She returned the scissors and retrieved a horsetail looking whip, which I later learned is better known as a 'flogger', and stood in front of me. This is when it all really began.

She approached me with a devious smile, dropping the whip next to my pretty much immobile feet and cupped the undersides of my breasts, feeling their full weight.

"You have more natural color than I expected," she said seductively. I thanked her properly. I'd be lying if I wasn't flattered. I'd always been thankful for the natural tan on my body. But my attention was focused in on her hands on my breasts, or anyone's hands finally being on me for that matter. It put me in a trance and I wanted more.

"Now," she started still just feeling the undersides, "let's see if we can get these the same color as your dress."

With that she began to lightly slap my breasts. Their history of ultra sensitivity was now backfiring as they were sending pain signals to my brain, but I'd be lying if I didn't say the extra attention to them was sending pleasure signals as well. She started slapping a little faster as, just like last time, she gave my face a quick lick. With that she stopped slapping and began to gently, almost lovingly stroke my breasts. I was in heaven. Her palms would run over so softly and teasingly that my pussy just couldn't help but start to dampen.

It only lasted a few seconds at the most though. She dropped one hand to my hip and the other used a finger to begin to outline my face. Don't question it, this woman was simply using me for whatever she wanted to do. It was sporadic, yet methodical.

Her finger came across my lips with slight force so I opened my mouth and allowed the finger to come in. She sighed/smiled in happiness as I sucked on the finger for a few seconds, then in one fluid motion removed it and placed it on her own mouth to suck on while never losing eye contact with me. She was very fluid and deliberate in her actions, like her mind was 10 steps ahead at all times in what she would do next.

She leaned forward as her finger exited her mouth and her lips approached mine. I got incredibly excited I tried to lean forward, but the bonds that were started to make my wrists ache wouldn't let me very much. I closed my eyes for the kiss but she snuck her tongue out and into my mouth for a split second before pulling it away, as if she wanted to steal the kiss away for herself. Then she took her hand and pressed my lips together for a moment. I understood as after she moved forward and danced her tongue on my lips, me making sure not to part them. She pulled away and smiled as if I had done a good job.

That was confirmed because after she band to caress my breasts again and even gave each nipple a lick with the flat of her tongue that sent shocks through a chord running straight from each nipple to my sex. It was really starting to heat up down there now.