The Agency Ch. 08

Slipping back into the navy blue Capri pants, Michelle ran her hand down the front, feeling nothing noticeable. She removed the bra, putting on a nude demi bra, before selecting a white ruffled bohemian style top with crochet flowers making up the bottom 5 or so inches. The top ended just above Michelle's hips, which would also help to hide any kind of bulge. Michelle lightened her makeup, preferring a coral lip gloss against the darker color she'd had on at work and even managed to pull her hair back without an issue the first time. She was quite proud of her quick transformation as she stepped into the open toe wedge sandals that had small yellow flowers over a navy blue background. As she walked to the bedroom door, Michelle grabbed a few delicate silver bracelets and a pink Swarovski crystal heart pendant. As if it were perfectly timed, Michelle exited her place just as her phone beeped.

"Oh that's a cute place!" Michelle said locking her door and reading the text.

The trip to the bistro went incredibly quick for Michelle, in part because she spent all of it texting Brenda. She'd even decided to splurge on a cab rather than brave the subway in an open toe heel. Arriving at the place, Michelle opted to wait outside as Brenda was only a minute away. With her being so preoccupied on her phone and excited about her date, Michelle was oblivious to the occasional stare or look of passing men. In truth, the looks probably would have made her feel more self-conscious and wonder whether her power thong was doing its job in the front. In reality, it wasn't the front most of them were focusing on!

"Oh you look adorable!" Brenda said before giving Michelle a warm hug.

"I honestly had no idea what to wear," Michelle said with a deep exhale of relief, "so I asked for help."

"I would have gladly helped!" Brenda replied before opening the door to let Michelle in.

"I'll text you next time," Michelle replied, then just realizing how different the hug felt with her slowly blossoming breasts, "I promise!"

Inside they were led to a tall pub table near the corner. Sitting took a bit of adjustment for Michelle, but she eventually managed to find a comfortable way to place her body on the stool. The power thong was not only holding her cage and balls snugly out of view, it was also a source of constant pressure on the plug. Sitting required Michelle to find a way not to crush certain parts while not adding pressure to others. Eventually, she was lost in conversation learning all she could about Brenda. Michelle focused more on sharing her pre-Michelle life, which didn't take up that much of the conversation. Three large sangrias each and a meal with a shared dessert later, neither could suppress their yawns much longer.

"I can't believe we've been here this long," Brenda smiled warmly at Michelle, "I think our waiter hates us."

"We'll give him a good tip and it will be fine." Michelle replied finding herself easily lost in Michelle's eyes.

"That's a plan," Brenda answered sliding off her chair, "do you need to use the ladies room?"

"Um, yes," Michelle responded all of a sudden feeling very anxious again, "are you okay with me going in there with you?"

"Of course!" Brenda responded, then placed her hand on Michelle's thigh giving it a squeeze. "Plus, those two guys at the bar have been checking you out for a while," she continued while moving her eyes toward the bar and back several times, "I think if I leave you alone you're going to get hit on!"

"Oh Christ." Michelle hissed. "I'm not ready for that!"

"Don't worry," Brenda said reassuringly, "just hold my hand tight and we'll walk right past them!"

"Okay."

Michelle felt her insides twisting as she got to her feet. There was something helpful about holding Brenda's hand though. Her confidence seemed to flow into Michelle as they walked toward the rest rooms. Of course, they had to pass the bar to get there, but Michelle was feeling empowered as they approached the men. Looking up, she saw a rather handsome looking man who made eye contact with her. When he smiled, Michelle couldn't help herself, she not only smiled back but winked at him immediately regretting both decisions.

"Ohhhhh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Michelle hissed as they entered the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

"You would think after all the times women failed to acknowledge my existence I'd be good at it!" Michelle braced herself on the vanity feeling sick to her stomach.

"Oh boy," Brenda replied placing her hand on Michelle's back, "what did you do sweetie?"

"The second guy smiled at me," Michelle took several deep breaths before continuing, "so I smiled back."

"That's not bad." Brenda replied.

"Yeah, then I winked at him."

"Well it's not like that binds you to producing his first born." Brenda giggled while still rubbing Michelle's back. "But it's probably best you're in here rather than standing at a urinal next door."

"He'd probably pee on my shoes!" Michelle replied feeling slightly better.

"You really wouldn't want that in those!" Brenda replied.

"Thank you for that," Michelle turned to face Brenda, "I'm still very new to all of this."

"It's okay," Brenda gave Michelle a tight hug, "but honestly, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"What is the deal with you?" Brenda stepped back but took both of Michelle's hands in hers. "I mean I all but throw myself at you to get your attention and you almost blow me off," she paused for a moment then continued, "then you wink at a guy, are you gay?"

"I think that's far more of a conversation than we can have in a ladies room." Michelle replied, although she wasn't sure she knew if the answer was that black and white.

"You have a point, and I'm about to burst."

"Me too!"

Quickly letting each other's hands go, they each headed to a stall. Michelle silently cursed the crocheted flowers which now seemed to be capturing her fingers as she tried to undo her pants. Brenda had worn a cute sundress, why hadn't she? With everything finally out of the way, Michelle sat and tried to relax.

"You okay over there?" Brenda giggled as she asked.

"Um, no," Michelle giggled too, "I'm trying to pretend you're not right there listening to me pee!"

"Same goes for me!" Brenda giggled louder.

"There's a lot of constriction on my end I have to deal with too you know." Michelle laughed.

The two sat in separate toilet stalls both bursting into laughing fits. When they finally stopped laughing, they both had relaxed enough to start relieving themselves which only caused them to start laughing again. Finally emerging from their separate toilets, both had to wipe tears from their eyes from laughing so much.

"Oh that was a new experience!" Brenda said as she leaned forward to check her mascara.

"Stick with me," Michelle giggled imitating Brenda's actions, "there will surely be plenty more!" Out of the corner of her eye Michelle watched Brenda step back and look at her butt, she then sheepishly looked away and at Michelle who'd obviously caught her. "Were you just checking out my ass?"

"No! Well, maybe. Okay, yes." Brenda crossed her arms defiantly then overtly looked at Michelle's ass again. "It's such a cute ass!"

"Well thank you," Michelle replied turning her bottom to face Brenda, "I've been doing more squats than anyone can count trying to get some shape to it!"

"I think it looks great," Brenda replied, "and I'm sure the guy you winked at and his buddy checked it out thoroughly as you walked past them!"

"Oh them," Michelle groused, "what do I do about them?"

"This time just follow me," Brenda said taking Michelle's hand again, but this time interlocking her fingers with Michelle's, "and don't make eye contact."

Before Michelle could answer, Brenda ushered them through the restroom door. It was all for nothing as they guys at the bar were already gone. Still holding hands, they walked to the table, where Michelle happily picked up the check. The total would have given Michael a panic attack, instead, Michelle grabbed the cash out of her wallet with one hand not wanting to let Brenda go just yet. Simply rounding up, Michelle was fairly positive the waiter would be pleased with close to a 30% gratuity.

"All set!" Michelle said as she started to lead Brenda out of the restaurant.

"Well thank you for dinner," Brenda's voice expressed her confusion, "but I invited you out so I should have paid. Or at least helped."

"You can pay next time." Michelle replied as they walked through the door to the cool night air. "Which way are you going?"

"East." Brenda replied.

"Great! Let's share a cab!" Michelle answered knowing full well she was heading in the opposite direction.

Waving down a cab, Michelle held the door as Brenda slid in, taking note of how Brenda got into the car while wearing a mid-thigh dress. Following her into the cab, Michelle sat close, putting her hand on Brenda's bare knee as he asked where they were going. Brenda gave the address, placing her hand on top of Michelle's. Maybe it was all the sangria, maybe it was the shared laughing fit in the restroom, or maybe they just hit if off. As calm as Michelle looked, it was completely different in her mind, her heart was racing so fast she could almost hear it!

"Give me just one moment if you could." Michelle said as the taxi driver pulled up to the curb.

"It's your meter." The cabbie replied as Michelle slid out of the cab.

"Is that your door?" Michelle asked feeling her stomach flipping anxiously again.

"Yes." Brenda's voice warbled slightly as she responded.

"I had a great night," Michelle said facing her date, taking both hands in hers, "I can't thank you enough for everything."

"I did too." Brenda responded. "Do you think we could have breakfast together Friday morning at the coffee shop rather than the Dr.'s office?"

"I'd really like that." Michelle responded.

It took every ounce of nerve Michelle could muster. As Michael she'd read every situation with the opposite sex completely wrong, and flat out missed when he'd gone in to kiss a date goodnight. As he went to kiss one, she turned and walked into her building, locking the door behind her. The only thing keeping Michelle from having some kind of accident was the tight fitting bottoms and plug, which until that moment she'd almost forgotten about. Much to her amazement, Brenda leaned forward too. Their lips met briefly, but the kiss transported Michelle to another planet. Brenda's lips were so soft against hers.

"Thank you for a great night." Michelle whispered.

"Thank you Michelle," Brenda replied, "sweet dreams."

Michelle almost felt tears welling in her eyes, "Thank you." She couldn't think of a time anyone aside from her mother had ever said that to her.

With that, Brenda disappeared into the building, letting the door slowly close behind her as she slowly ascended the stairs. Michelle couldn't help but watch that was until the cabbie honked his horn. Snapped from her trance, Michelle still floated on air into the back seat, giving the cabbie the address.

"You know that's in the opposite direction of where I picked you up right?"

"After seeing her, can you blame me?" Michelle quipped.

"You have a point." The cabbie replied as he made a daring U-turn across three lanes of traffic.

It was all Michelle could do to sit still in the cab. Everything was bugging her, on top of that, she couldn't help but continue to think about her kiss with Brenda. Sure, her kisses with Babette had been far more intense, but there was something special about this kiss. When the cab pulled up in front of the building, Michelle glanced at the total, handing the driver the first bill in her purse that would cover it.

"Keep the change!" Michelle said as she quickly exited the cab.

Behind her the driver started to ask if she was sure, then simply said thanks before speeding off. Even before Michelle was on her floor she was already undoing the top of her Capri pants. As she opened her apartment door, she undid the fly, letting them fall free as she turned to lock it. If only that had offered relief! Quickly, yet cautiously, removing her top, Michelle tossed it aside before slipping her fingers into the waistband of the power thong. It peeled off her like a second skin, finally releasing her package which had spent hours crushed inside.

"Oh that's divine!" Michelle then did the most unladylike thing, spreading her legs and squatting to air out her suffocated boy parts. "Next time wear a fucking skirt!" She hissed. Looking to her small table, Michelle spied Little Mikey lying there. "Horny slut!" She chastised herself.

Walking with a purpose across the small apartment, Michelle picked up a bottle of lube with one hand while removing the weighted plug from her ass with another. Dropping the plug into the sink, Michelle poured a liberal amount of lube onto the shaft, before picking it up and stroking it with both hands.

"So fucking horny," Michelle grunted to herself as a line of precum hung from her cage to the floor between her heels, "what are the chances Brenda has a cock?"

Slamming the suction cup base against the chair, Michelle mounted the chair backward grabbing the back with one hand as she lowered herself. Little Mikey found Michelle's ass, guided by her other hand, sliding into her snug canal easily.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuccckkkk!" Michelle groaned loudly as she impaled herself on the fat shaft. "Fucking fat BEAST!" She grunted as she took the entire phallus inside her. "Make me your fucking bitch!"

Michelle wildly rode the fat cock filling her ass, not caring how loud she was or how much the chair slammed and slid across the floor. In the reflection of the window, she could see the outline of herself, her hair flying wildly as her body violently bounced up and down. Not sure what spurred it on, Michelle released the chair back with her right hand before smacking her ass with it, leaving a stinging red mark behind.

"OHhhhhHHH GAWWWDD!" She cried, as she surprised herself with the intensity of her spank. "Another one of those and I'm going to lose my shit!"

Looking out the window, the reflection still pounding away on the chair, Michelle wondered how many prying eyes could see her defile herself in her darkened apartment. Surely, if there were any, they were stroking themselves to the vision of Michelle riding her new toy! A couple more firm spanks and Michelle's ass was burning red.

"OH FUCK!" Michelle's body shuddered, she raised her feet off the floor, forcing herself onto the shaft with the entire weight of her body. "FUUUUCCCCKKKK!"

Cum dribbled from Michelle's caged and aching cock coating the seat in a white pool as Michelle collapsed forward. Her false breasts resting against the chair back, Michelle struggled to catch her breath. As sore as her ass was from her latest round with Little Mikey, Michelle needed a few minutes before she could move. Eventually, she was able to find her legs and slowly stand, letting out a long groan as she came free from her phallic tormentor. Quickly grabbing the weighted plug from the sink, Michelle staggered to the bathroom. Instead of being capable of getting ready for bed, Michelle simply stepped out of her heels, left the plug in the bathroom sink, shucked off her bra and breasts letting them fall on the floor, and tossed her wig aside collapsing on the bed with only her cage on.