KCTC Reporter Pt. 05

Again he observed that her large breasts looked simply amazing; they were perfectly wrapped up in her lovely, bright red furry sweater. It clung to them snugly, pressing them together and causing wonderful cleavage to be exposed by the very low-cut V-neck front. They jiggled around as she worked, too, moving back and forth a little with the motions of her shapely body, many of which she seemed to be causing very much on purpose. The way they bounced around so loosely indicated that she was not wearing a bra; her nipples were quite obvious, poking proudly into the furry red angora and plainly visible.

Soon his gaze moved downward, and he saw that her trim waist had a shiny white belt wrapped around it that really accentuated the curves of her beautiful figure. Then he feasted his eyes on the super-short bright white velvet miniskirt she was wearing, and after that he zeroed in on her lacy white garter belt and shiny white stockings. The way her sexy legs looked all dressed up like that literally took his breath away!

The skirt was skin-tight, and it was so short it left some of her smooth, bare thighs exposed above her stockings. She kept crossing one leg over the other, too, causing her skirt to ride slowly up a little higher. She clearly didn't mind this one bit, because she didn't bother taking hold of it and tugging it down while wiggling her body the way girls usually do when more of their bodies are being exposed...

She also seemed to be making it a point to casually swivel her bar stool slowly back and forth a lot too, giving him wonderfully different angles of those fantastic legs of hers. He just loved the way they looked - they had perfect, fleshy muscle tone and were not skinny at all, just long and wonderfully shapely in general.

In Tom's mind, though, a great pair of legs was nothing without the right kinds of shoes, so as his gaze kept going lower, his heart started palpitating when he saw her high-heeled open-toe sandals. They were his favorite kind of ultra-sexy stripper shoes, and this pair was a shiny white, with sky-high heels and pretty little straps wrapping around her ankles that left her dainty feet almost fully exposed and up on tippy-toe.

As he enjoyed the fantastic sight of this hot girl's legs and spike heels, he noticed how she seemed to be constantly drawing attention to her dressed-up feet as well, bouncing one up and down from the ankle, and sometimes getting her lower leg into the act, bouncing it up and down from below her knee too. And occasionally she'd hold her leg still and rotate her pretty foot round and round from the ankle before going back to her bouncy-bouncy show.

Tom just sat there, watching her in utter fascination as she showed herself off. It was pretty clear that she knew she was being watched by the male clientele in the room, but she seemed to be used to it, like it was all in a regular day's work for her. And besides, she was simply too busy to give them much attention other than her lovely pulchritudinous display, because other calls kept coming in that required her focus.

He also started to notice that she really seemed to enjoy being on the front lines there at the KCTC, and she casually flirted with some of the guys calling, questioning them about their fantasies and fetishes, or encouraging them to obey her and do certain things before she'd put their calls through or book an appointment for them.

He continued to be totally entranced by the behavior and appearance of this mind-blowingly attractive new KCTC girl he had encountered, and when she began insisting that every guy "say the magic word" before she'd handle their calls, he suddenly realized that his hand had drifted between his legs and it was resting on his still hard erection, squeezing it gently.

The idea of being made to beg for the charms of a pretty girl did have a certain appeal to him, although his experience with it had been much more subtle. That whole idea of a woman "playing hard to get" was kind of familiar with certain girls who had made him ask them out repeatedly before saying yes.

But now, being exposed to women doing it more blatantly, was something else entirely. He had loved watching Brigitte make a whole room full of guys do it in her video clip, getting down on their knees and begging her to play with them, doing it them one by one before telling them all NO and making them leave. And now, seeing this hot blonde bimbo receptionist teasing the callers into doing it was really quite a turnon too!

Anyway, right then he heard the main door open and the click-click-click sound of high heels approaching from the main hallway, accompanied by some high-pitched, sweet sounding female voices. Almost like magic, two more gorgeous girls came prancing dramatically into the room in stylish fox fur jackets with designer handbags draped from their shoulders. They looked like they were dressed for an elegant night out, not to go to work.

That familiar clicking sound was coming from their lovely spike-heeled stripper shoes like the ones Cheri was wearing, and as they approached the main desk, the fresh scent of their seductive perfume wafted into Tom's nostrils as they breezed past him. He suddenly took his hand off his erection, desperately hoping they hadn't seen him touching himself...

Predictably, they didn't give him or the other two guys sitting there a moment's notice, because they were in the middle of a conversation about their dates the night before. They giggled and made references to the submissive behavior of their boyfriends as they greeted Cheri, and they both made appreciative comments about her attire and overall appearance that day.

Tom's eyes were glued to them as they stood at the main desk, striking poses for each other as they showed off their outfits. He absolutely loved visually inspecting up their dolled-up appearance - they both had highly styled hair and they wore very glamorous-looking makeup, and they both looked incredibly classy and elegant in their furs and strappy high-heeled shoes.

After a few minutes of these girls casually chit-chatting, Tom suddenly heard Cheri's voice saying into the intercom, "Fur-boy, report to the reception area, fur-boy!"

It was a standard-sounding announcement, like what you would hear at a pharmacy or department store, but of course, the content of it was more suggestive, and Tom found it to be very erotic. He was quite surprised and didn't know what to expect next, so he just sat there watching as the two hot girls continued to talk with Cheri for a minute. But soon a young guy came hurrying in from the back area, looking like he was in his early 20's like Cheri. He had a very meek appearance, being kind of skinny and below average in height.

At first the girls standing at the reception desk ignored him as he positioned himself directly behind them, but then one of them glanced back at him with a smirk. Looking him up and down briefly, she said with a hint of impatient disdain, "Oh there you are, fur-boy, we've been waiting for you."

As she addressed him he looked up at her, because she was significantly taller than him in her sky-high heels. She simply oozed confidence as she held his gaze for a moment, staring into his eyes with a look of power and authority until he nervously looked away, bowing his head in a sudden display of submission.

But then she went back to her little chit-chat with her friend and Cheri, and the moment she did, he lifted his head back up and his eyes went back to her. His gaze moved all over the gorgeous red fox jacket she had on, and although she wasn't looking at him she could almost certainly see out of the corner of her eye how infatuated he was by her fur.

He obviously had a fetishistic desire for it, and she seemed to know exactly what to do about that. After another moment she turned to face him, staring at him, opening her eyes wide and licking her lips seductively as she slid her hands slowly down the inside edges of the front of it. As her hands went lower she pulled it apart, opening it up a little to reveal some of her low-cut satiny blouse as she told him "Pet me, fur-boy, I know you want to! Maybe after that I'll let you take my fur off me and you can go hang it up for me!"

The guy reached out with his hands, but she was ready for that and she shooed them away, effortlessly rejecting his advances by swatting his hands away with hers. Then she rolled her eyes as if he had committed a major indiscretion, scolding him by saying, "Not like THAT!" Then she spun around, facing away from him and posing, lifting up her hair away from the back of her fur with her hands. Then she turned her head to the side just a bit to address him and said "Try again."

This time he reached out and she allowed his touch, and he ran both hands down the back of the soft fur, petting it in utter adoration over and over, and then he stepped a little closer and put his hands on side of both of her fur-covered arms, gently caressing them up and down. "That's better", she encouraged, enjoying his obedient attention to her before adding firmly, "now take it off me!"

The other girl watched as her gorgeous friend bossed this poor guy around, seeing how weak for her he was and enjoying how he seemed to be very eager to please her. He was clearly quite interested in her fabulous-looking fur jacket, and she saw how his hands were trembling slightly when he reached up and took hold of it near her friend's neck, slowly helping slip it down over her shoulders and off her arms.

Tom's mouth fell open as he watched, too, but he wasn't as interested in the fur itself as he was in seeing the girl's body now that it was more visible with her fur jacket removed. She was simply stunning-looking, with a very voluptuous figure all dressed up a in shiny low-cut blouse, a short, tight miniskirt and those sky-high heels. Her look was pure high class sex appeal, very much in the vein of the classic 'sexy secretary', and like every other KCTC girl he had seen so far, he found her to be immensely captivating.

Next, she stepped forward a little, moving away from the guy behind her a little as the fur fell into his eager arms. Then she turned around and looked at him, seeing how he was lovingly cradling the luxurious-feeling red fox jacket, staring at it like it was a priceless treasure. Both girls watched as he petted it gently while holding it in his arms, but then the one who had let him take it off her snapped her fingers and assertively pointed at the floor in front of her. The guy somehow seemed to know exactly what that meant, and he fell to his knees without a moment's hesitation.

Both girls giggled at the way he obeyed so quickly, and then the same girl that spoke to him winked at her hot-looking friend and said quietly but confidently, "Watch this!"

Turning towards him, she grabbed the fur from his hands, snickering at the crestfallen look on his face as she took it away from him. His eyes stayed glued to it as she stole it from him, and her voice took on an accusatory tone as she said, "You liked touching my pretty fur jacket, didn't you, fur-boy!"

"Yes!" He panted.

"Good! Then...you probably want it back, don't you?" She questioned.

"YES!" He said loudly.

"All right, then you know what to do..." She cooed, her voice becoming softer and more enchanting as her words trailed off suggestively.

The guy clasped his hands together and his voice took on a desperate tone as he said, "Please, Sonia, please let me have your fur back!"

She held it front of his eyes, teasing him with it by swaying it back and forth as she coaxed him along with her words. "Awww...is this what you want, fur-boy?"

"YES!!" He wailed, keeping his hands clasped together instead of reaching out for it.

"Say the magic word then! You know what it is, right?" She ordered.

He proceeded to beg and plead with her as she dangled the fur before his eyes, and she even coaxed him to reach out and touch it, only to pull it away the moment his hands moved forward. She playfully scolded him after rejecting his advances too, making it clear that the whole situation was nothing but a cruel little mind game. Then she made him beg for it some more as the other two girls watched the spectacle, and she even made some comments to them, almost as though the whole scenario was a kind of training exercise or something.

Anyway, after a couple more minutes of teasing and denying, she told him to shush and ordered him to rub himself, watching him carefully as he obeyed. Her friend couldn't contain her laughter and she giggled at the poor guy as Sonia taunted him, saying, "All right, fur-boy, here you go!" And she proceeded to toss the wonderfully sensuous fur right over his head, snickering as it draped itself onto him, covering his face and shoulders.

And then her voice took on a very assertive tone as she ordered, "Thank me for letting you have it, fur-boy, and then beg Charlene to let you have hers too! And don't forget to keep rubbing yourself either!!"

Both girls laughed at the amusing sight of this guy down on his knees, rubbing the bulge in his pants as he said "Thank you, Sonia, thank you for letting me have it! And please, Charlene, please let me have your fur too!" His voice was muffled since his face was covered by the first girl's fur, and they made him repeat himself several times before the other girl mockingly shushed him and took off her fur too, placing it gently over the first one covering his head. Then she reached out with the palm of her hand and rubbed his face right through both furs, adding to his mildly humiliating experience.

As Tom watched, he wasn't quite sure whether he'd want to be treated like that or not, but he was surprisingly turned on by the sight of these two hot girls playing their naughty games with the clearly submissive fur-boy, putting him down and teasing him for being so obsessed with their sexy fur jackets.

They both continued to giggle for a minute at the sight of the passive male kneeling there with the two furs draped over his face, and he kept rubbing the bulge in his pants as they went on with their girly conversation with the receptionist. He just stayed right where he was, right there behind their lovely legs and high heels with their furs draped over his head.

Soon, though, they were done chatting with Cheri and it was time to get to work, apparently, so Sonia told the fur-boy to continue rubbing himself and listen to the sound of their high heels clicking on the hard floor until he heard them leave the room. When they were gone she said he could go hang their furs up for them. They both giggled some more as he nodded his head in agreement, and they pranced off, heading toward the back of the room, opening the glass doors leading into the main office area and walking through them. And that was it, they were gone.

The moment the sound of their high heels subsided, the fur-boy stood up and gently lifted the girls' furs off his head, draping one over each arm, clearly still quite excited by the feel of them. He glanced at Cheri, and she simply raised her arm and pointed at the back area like she had done to Tom. The guy sheepishly obeyed, gently caressing the furs with his hands as he too exited the room.