Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy Pt. 23

Soon after Stephanie had started moaning Linda climbed on top of her desk herself. She rolled up her skirt revealing that she still hadn't bothered putting her panties back on after lunch before casually straddling Stephanie's face with her wet pussy.

Sitting down on her stepson's face gave her the perfect point of view to see Marcy eating ass, the power rush was intense turning her on greatly and she was in exactly the right place to do something about it. "Stephanie darling, I want you to eat me out the way Marcy is eating you out. Oh and I better get off before you or you are going to be sorry after all." She smirked.

She didn't really plan on punishing Stephanie but making a game out of it was so much more fun. Despite how Stephanie was already moaning the odds were stacked in her favour completely. Sure she might not be able to hold out very long, but Stephanie had had a lot of practice eating pussy, especially hers. Combined with her tongue stud she should be able to win easily.

This didn't mean Linda couldn't make the challenge harder on Stephanie though. With a few swift motions she unbuttoned the sissy's blouse and reached with her fingers into Stephanie's bra cups, gently rolling the sissy's puffy sensitive nipples between her finger while her tongue worked on her pussy.

Linda could feel the moaning underneath her increase, telling her her efforts were working. In the meantime, she was losing the battle with her orgasm though, not that she minded. In fact she was proud somewhere deep down that she had managed to make Stephanie such a great pussy muncher.

Not long after that a powerful orgasm coursed through Linda's body as she pinched Stephanie's nipples hard making her scream in her pussy while cumming all over her face. The pinch to the poor sissy's nipples only stopped once she slowly came down from her high. The orgasm didn't prompt her to get off of Stephanie's face though. She just resumed gently playing with her nipples as she watched Marcy eat ass like her life depended on it.

Despite moaning loudly for a while now it still took Stephanie several minutes to cum and when she did it looked glorious from where Linda was sitting. She loved the way Stephanie's cage suddenly started twitching as a load of clear looking cum spurt out of the tip all over Marcy's face. It wasn't a huge load by any means, but from the look of Marcy's grimaces it didn't really matter, it had the same effect.

After savouring that look Linda immediately got off Stephanie's face allowing her to come down from her orgasm for a few seconds while she straightened out her skirt. "Look at you Marcy, proudly carrying the evidence of your first ever successful rim job. A proper way to say thank you if I do say so myself. Now get up, I believe it's time for you to get ready to go back home. Your first workday here is officially over, so follow along to the employees lounge, unless of course you want to take the bus like this." Linda taunted as she started leaving the office, leaving Stephanie behind on her desk.

Marcy was still shocked and horrified from having eaten ass and the facial, but Linda's taunt was enough to get her right on her feet and mincing along. Finally this whole ordeal was over and there was no fucking way that she would go out like this. Having to clean the mannequins in the storefront had been more than enough exposure for a lifetime.

Once in the employee room Linda unzipped the back of Marcy's dress. "Okay Marcy, you can take off everything but the lingerie, that you'll be wearing home, so chop chop, get out of your outfit so I can pack it up." Linda said clapping her hands. It confused Marcy, why did it need to be packed up? She decided not to ask questions and just go with it. After all she couldn't wait to get out of this horrid outfit she had been stuck in all day.

The first things Marcy took off were her shoes. The high heels had been uncomfortable from the start, but after spending a whole day on her feet wearing them it felt like her feet and calves were on fire. It was such a relief to finally take them off, but at the same time standing flat somehow felt weird.

Out of her heels Marcy didn't waste much time to take off her gloves, choker, headdress, the tie holding her hair up and finally the heavy dress and the seemingly endless layers of petticoats. She badly wanted to get out of that crushing corset as well, but it didn't look like Linda was about to help her and she still couldn't reach the bow. It worried her especially since she would have no way to get out of it once home. She couldn't ask her parents, that was for sure. Maybe she could ask Lisa to come over and hope she would be willing to help her out.

With the outfit off Marcy quickly minced her way to the vanity table to remove her makeup and especially those nasty spurts of cum Stephanie had deposited on her face while she ate her ass. It took several wipes to put her at ease that she wouldn't be able to clean anymore off. Rationally she knew it was all gone, but she could still feel and smell it. At least it didn't smell as strong as her blackmailer's had.

After the cleaning of her makeup, Marcy carefully moisturised her face just like Stephanie had shown her. It was a step she would have certainly skipped if Linda hadn't been there supervising. Moisturising made her skin shine, true it made her skin look much healthier, but one look on the mirror was enough to confirm her worry that it made her look girlier. Even without the makeup and with her hair down she looked more like a girl than a guy.

Turning back around she saw that Linda had laid out her jeans, t-shirt and sneakers on the bed along with three big pink CC's bags which were obviously stuffed. It were those that instantly drug her attention as she stared at them with a confused look on her face.

Confusion Linda was all to happy to clear up. "I packed your uniform for you Marcy. After all I can hardly sell it or give it to someone else after you have worn it all day. No it's yours. Of course as you know these clothes are expensive and you'll have to work off your debt for this outfit as well. Minus your lunch break and the time it took to get you ready this morning I'm afraid you haven't even earned back your first outfit yet. So I'll be seeing you back next Wednesday is that clear? Otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to inform the police of your theft." Linda said with a big smile happy to entangle Marcy further, getting her to work from her a day every week from now on.

"I also put a fully equipped makeup-case in your bags on top of the box with your newest heels along with an instructional video on how to apply and use everything. So next week you'll be expected here fully made up already so we don't lose time. Also, I suggest you practice a bit since we do expect a substantially better job than you did today." Linda informed Marcy, seeing the horror spread on her face as she realised, she would have to travel with a full face of makeup next week.

"Alright Marcy, it's time for you to get dressed and get out, unless you want to stay a little longer of course. I can imagine a few ways in which we could have some more fun together." Linda with a smirk as Marcy minced over to the bed where her clothes were in a hurry, obviously not wanting to stay any longer.

Up until now she hadn't paid much attention to the clothes at all, having been too distracted by the bags. Now that she was standing in front of them however she realised these clothes weren't hers. They were merely somewhat similar items but then catered to women. Shocked Marcy looked up at Linda and stammered. "Th...these aren't my clothes."

"Oh yes they are, unless of course you rather wear your new dress out. I can help you zip it back up if you insist." Linda said teasingly, giving Marcy a daring look, making it clear that she meant it.

Marcy instantly knew there would be no arguing possible. Resigned to her fate she looked back to the clothes, then to Linda. "What about my wallet, my keys and my phone?" She whimpered in a last attempt to maybe get her old clothes back.

"Don't worry, they are in the bag with your makeup case and heels." Linda smirked easily fending off Marcy's last hope to get her old clothes back. Not that her argument would have mattered. If Linda had forgotten about those, she would have probably just collected them without handing her her old clothes. Even if she had to take them out from wherever they were there was no way Marcy would be able to claim them from Linda, she would just be able to see them which would be no better than where she was currently at.

Knowing that there was no way she was going to get her old clothes back Marcy resigned to putting on the clothes laid out for her. She shuddered picking them up, knowing she would have to head out in them, but she couldn't lose any more time. She had to get out here quickly so hopefully she could go back home before her parents came home. If they caught her with these bags or this outfit she was screwed.

Just like the clothes she had worn when she came here this outfit consisted of a black t-shirt, only this one was plain black instead of with a band logo on it. It also fit way tighter than her baggy shirt. Especially the waist seemed slightly trimmed in, accentuating her corseted waist. The sleeves themselves seemed shorter as well and the neckline was cut in a V-shape.

The pants just like the shirt were way tighter than his own baggy jeans. They fit like a second skin and had a high waist. The material itself was a lot lighter in colour as well. Closing them proved to be a small ordeal as they were a real tight fit making the back-seam dig between Marcy's cheeks while providing a small lift effect and pushing her cage back between her legs and completely flat. The pant legs ended a couple of inches above her ankles, showing a lot of her pastel pink stockings with their white back-seams.

Last there were the sneakers, they were bright white, obviously new with pastel pink laces and logos on them. If not for the pink they could have past as unisex sneakers, much like her own worn out ones.

One look in the mirror was enough to confirm her worst fear. Marcy really looked like an average college girl. What she lacked in breasts she certainly made up for in ass, both the corset and the lift of these pants gave her an ass that would turn most guy's head. Hell if she saw a girl with such an ass she would look as well.

Much to her horror the thing that stood out most about her look wasn't how some would think she was a guy. It were her pink seamed stockings peaking out between her sneakers and pants. No girl her age would wear such things unless maybe for a special occasion with her boyfriend. Definitely not under casual clothes.

Marcy was just about ready to head out, but she didn't want to, not dressed like this. On one hand she wanted to be away from this place and she needed to get home before her parents did. On the other hand however she really didn't want to go out in public dressed like this.

In the end Linda decided for her. She put the bags on Marcy's held out limp wristed arms and gave her a hard slap on the butt. "Off you go sissy, and don't forget. I expect you back here at work next Wednesday at eight thirty sharp. You're to bring your uniform and you'll have to have a full face of make up like shown today when you arrive. Of course that doesn't mean you can't come and visit before then. You're welcome to come here any time and by all means if you see an outfit you desperately want, I'm sure we can arrange a deal for alternative payment." Linda said with a smirk.

Marcy looked horrified, another outfit was the last thing she would want. Especially if it meant having to strike another deal with Linda. The reflection of her days work here to pay off her first outfit was more than enough motivation to never ever want to rake up more debt with Linda. She would do everything she could to avoid that although she realistically knew that choice wouldn't really be hers to make. Worried and exhausted she minced out of the store, her arms full of bags looking just like a college girl who did some serious shopping. At least if one was blind enough not to notice the huge pink bags with CC's written all over them along with her exaggerated mince she had been practicing all day under threat of the crop.

Linda smiled broadly watching Marcy go. Her grip on the sissy was getting tighter and tighter and she loved the power it gave her. Watching her mince out, completely unaware of just how sissyish she was walking was just perfect. Too bad she wouldn't be able to see her face once she realised.