The Agency Ch. 12

The work week had been an absolute blur for Michelle. She seemed to be non-stop all week. On Saturday a moving company would show up to remove the boxes of clothing and shoes she'd accumulated since starting at The Agency, and the furniture? Well, the furniture could be burned as far as Michelle was concerned, but she told Fred to rent the shitty apartment furnished. Michelle had left out just enough clothing to get through the weekend by Thursday night. Each day she'd also had lunch with Brenda, and happily kissed her in the stairwell afterward. It was a daily ritual Michelle looked forward to with her entire heart! Sitting on her couch Friday night, her chest aching slightly from the increase in saline, Michelle was quite pleased by the appearance of her breasts, she was now definitely a solid A cup!

"If only you two were just a bit bigger!" Michelle said as she squeezed her breasts together.

Yesterday Michelle had spent almost two hours on a video call with a Friend of Ms. Allison's, one that specialized in oral sex. It seemed crazy to Michelle that someone like Her existed, but by the end of the call Michelle realized she had been completely clueless to meeting the needs of a woman with her mouth. Even now, sitting on the couch sipping wine, Michelle moved her tongue as the Woman had instructed. Should Brenda decide to give Michelle the opportunity to please her, Michelle was going to rock her world! Although, she had to survive the bachelorette party first! Michelle tried desperately not to think about it, she'd done so fairly well to this point.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Michelle asked as she answered a call from Babette.

"I'm still sore," her friend replied, "but my chest feels so much bigger, it's totally worth it!"

"That's great news!" Michelle replied. "I'm about a week or two away from my surgery according to the Doctor today."

"I can't believe you caught up to me so quickly!" Babette couldn't hide her shock, she'd been doing saline injections for a couple months prior to Michelle starting. "I just don't get it!"

"Me either!" Michelle knew the true reason but could never betray Brenda's trust like that. "I'm thinking I'll be over around 12," Michelle said trying to change the subject, "but I can't stay too long, I've got the bachelorette party tomorrow night."

"Ohhhhh! That's right!" Babette replied with her usual innuendo filled voice, "and your sleep over!"

"You're incorrigible!" Michelle replied. "I just hope I get through it unscathed!"

"What do you mean?"

"A bunch of drunk women in a party bus, strippers, dancing in a club with actual guys there," Michelle felt her anxiousness grow rapidly, "and today Ms. Allison handed me a stack of five dollar bills for the strippers!"

"You'll be fine," Babette replied earnestly, "and popular when you start stuffing fivers into G-strings!"

"They'll get used," Michelle trembled slightly, "I was bound in the office for a couple hours in order to earn them and told I'd be spanked five times for each one returned on Monday!"

"She is devious isn't She?" Babette giggled.

"Very true," Michelle replied wiggling slightly on the couch, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Sounds great! Love you!"

"Love you Babette!" Michelle responded feeling ever closer to her best friend.

Michelle cleaned up, brushed her teeth and wig, and then put on a sheer black nightie with matching thong before slipping into bed. This would be the last night she spent in her crappy old apartment! Michelle closed her eyes and giggled for a moment, if she got lucky, the next two nights would be spent with two different people in two different beds! That was a far-flung fantasy in Michael's life! Michelle quickly fell asleep dreaming of what could possibly happen after the bachelorette party. Since their shopping trip the weekend before, both of them had been far more forward with each other as they said goodbye after lunch. Brenda had also spent more time massaging the estrogen cream into Michelle's chest, and seemed to really enjoy watching Michelle's nipples react to her touch.

The alarm clock sounded in the morning, Michelle had already decided to forgo her usual workout, and instead sat in her crappy kitchen sipping coffee. By the time the movers arrived, Michelle was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt that hung down in the front. The dark pants hid her bulge nicely and the light blue sweatshirt sat perfectly to show off just the bottom of her butt, which the movers seemed to appreciate. She happily turned the keys over to Fred and all but bounced out of the building relishing in her freedom as well as the feeling of her braless breasts rubbing against the light lining of her sweatshirt. With everything in place, Michelle stepped into the massive shower just off Babette's bedroom. Between the body jets, and jet that massaged her feet, Michelle couldn't imagine the water bill. Then again, she didn't really need to worry about cash at this point, did she? Michelle shaved as carefully as ever, wondering what it would feel like to have her legs intertwined with Brenda's later that night. Would it happen? She was certainly hoping so!

Leaving the bathroom, light makeup on her face, her long brunette wig reminiscent of Jennifer Aniston when she was on "Friends", Michelle put on a nude strapless bra and matching boyshorts. She added a white, open shoulder top and light grey skort. The top had a small collar around her neck and straps that ran to the sides and middle almost like webbing but left the remainder of her shoulders bare. It had been one she'd been looking forward to wearing for quite a while. Slipping her feet into a pair of heeled sandals, Michelle grabbed a small suitcase and headed for the door. The doorman tipped his make-believe hat, while looking over Michelle's legs, as she made her way through the lobby. At least he was less creepy than Fred!

"Hi!" Brenda said gleefully as she opened the door. "Come on in!" Brenda had only backed up just enough for Michelle to drag her bag through the door with her, leaving them standing chest to chest. Throwing her arms around her guest, Brenda hugged Michelle tightly. "I've been waiting rather impatiently for you!"

"Sorry, it was moving day this morning as well." Michelle replied squeezing Brenda tightly in her arms.

"We are going to have so much fun tonight!" Brenda cooed in Michelle's ear. "I hope you brought something to sleep in tonight! Oh, and wear home tomorrow! I can't have you doing the walk of shame after all!"

"Walk of shame?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah, when you've spent the night somewhere," Brenda replied leading Michelle into the apartment, "and then have to walk home wearing the same outfit you wore out the night before!"

"Oh, yeah that." Michelle replied trying to search her memories to think if that ever happened. No, not really. There had never been an overnight guest at his last place, and barely one when he was in college. "I have stuff to wear home," Michelle replied trying to sound confident, like she'd experienced the walk of shame before, "your neighbors won't suspect a thing!"

"Some of them can be quite nosey!" Brenda frowned. "Let's get your dress out so we can hang it up!"

It was obvious that Brenda was as excited about this as Michelle, maybe even more so! They hung Michelle's dress in the bathroom, then sat to relax for a bit. It wouldn't take terribly long for them to get ready so they had time to kill. Michelle took a seat on the couch after kicking off her sandals, and was quite thrilled when Brenda decided to sit next to her and throw her legs over Michelle's lap. There was no place for Michelle to put her hands but on Brenda's shapely legs. Brenda had decided to remain casual as well, and was wearing denim shorts, a loose-fitting tank top and an open button up shirt. She looked relaxed with her messy ponytail yet still quite stunning. She put on a movie, and curled into Michelle's arm letting out a deep sigh of contentment. Michelle simply couldn't believe her luck as she slowly stroked Brenda's thigh.

"Patience." She thought to herself. "I'm here all night if I'm patient!"

As the movie ended, one Michelle hadn't paid enough attention to in order to name a single character or the plot, Brenda slipped off the couch. "I'm going to go shower," Brenda said with a smile, "then you can help me with my makeup!"

"I'd be happy to do that!" Michelle beamed.

Michelle tried to busy herself as Brenda showered mere feet away. She couldn't help but picture her friend's naked body, the shape of her leg as she shaved it, or lathered ... Michelle rapidly shook her head, she needed to stop thinking this way. Thankful she had on a skort, Michelle was sure she'd soaked through the bottoms and the shape of the skort hid things nicely. Before they left she would definitely need to put a condom on as a panty liner. Michelle heard the shower shut off and the curtain rings being pulled on the rod, Brenda was now out of the tub drying off, maybe even moisturizing her skin.

"Geezus!" Michelle hissed at herself. "Get a grip!"

"Everything okay?" Brenda asked as she emerged from the bathroom drying her hair in a towel while wearing a mid-thigh length navy blue terry robe.

"Oh, I'm fine!" Michelle replied while trying to think of anything but Brenda to get herself back in check.

"Give me a couple minutes to get my hair going," Brenda smiled as she picked up the tiny black lace boycuts Michelle had gotten for her, "then you can help me with my makeup!"

"Sounds great to me!" Michelle replied feeling her attempts to get herself under control failing miserably.

Taking a quick moment, Michelle reached into her purse removing a condom. Thrusting her bottoms down, she tore open the small package, placing the condom over the end of the cage. Pulling her bottoms up, Michelle had just finished adjusting things when Brenda stuck her head out from the bathroom. Even with her hair in rollers, Brenda still had a simple beauty about her.

"I'm ready when you are!"

"Is there enough room in there for the two of us?" Michelle asked as she approached.

"Yeah, I can just hop up on the vanity," Brenda replied as Michelle walked in, "plus, it's probably easier for me to be up here so you don't have to bend over so much."

Michelle stopped for a moment; the navy-blue robe had fallen off Brenda's legs as she crossed them. The top of the robe was open slightly as well, showing enough cleavage that Michelle was happy she'd put on the panty liner. There was no way for Michelle to stand without being in contact with Brenda's legs, after a while she just stopped trying. Michelle talked Brenda through how and what she was applying, taking her time to add just the right amount of mascara for the dark clubs but not so much Brenda looked trashy. Based on the colors Brenda was wearing, Michelle picked a dark rose lip gloss as well.

"Okay, stand up and close your eyes," Michelle instructed quite pleased with her work, "I'll tell you when to open them!" Brenda did as she was told, but was obviously excited to see what Michelle had done. The thin terry robe was also enough to show the subtle outline of Brenda's hard nipples which caused Michelle a bit more discomfort. "Okay, open up!"

"Oh my!" Brenda said wide eyed. "That's fantastic! You did such an amazing job!"

"Thanks, but you're pretty beautiful already," Michelle spoke softly but honestly, "so it didn't take much."

"I never could have done this myself!" Brenda replied turning and throwing her arms around Michelle. "How are you with hair?"

"I can help after," Michelle smiled, "those rollers need to sit a bit longer if you want nice waves."

Brenda was practically gleeful as she stepped out of the bathroom, but not before checking her makeup one more time. Of course, this made Michele quite happy and proud of her work. She refocused, pinning her hair back and doing her own makeup. She'd obviously become quite good at it over the past few months of applying it just about daily. With her own makeup done, Michelle stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks. Brenda was facing away from her, wearing only the tight fitting black pants as she held up her top in front of her. Sure, Michelle had now seen Brenda in lingerie, but this was quite a sight causing her cage to fill quickly. Brenda put the top on, then looked over her shoulder holding it up with one hand.

"Can you help me out?" Brenda said with a warm smile.

"Of course!" Michelle happily responded walking quickly to her friend.

"Not too tight," Brenda instructed, "just snug enough a boob doesn't fall out without my knowing."

"That would be bad." Michelle giggled as she tied the knot behind Brenda's neck.

"If you go take those out, I'll get my dress on," Michelle said letting her eyes look over Brenda's bare back, "then we can finish up your hair."

"Sounds great," Brenda replied lightly touching her index finger to Michelle's nose, "don't do the top of your dress though, I have an idea!"

Michelle couldn't help but watch Brenda walk to the bathroom, the pants showed off her spectacular butt, and if you could bring yourself to look beyond those, and her legs, you could see the smoothness that was her back. It was impossible for Michelle not to be excited. She could only imagine what it would be like when they got to a night club and Brenda started dancing! Michelle quickly put on her short cocktail dress, slipping a baby pink thong on underneath then made her way to the bathroom with the halter held against her chest.

"What is the plan of yours?" Michelle asked as Brenda continued to remove her rollers.

"Oh give me one second," she replied setting the last few on the vanity, "but you're going to love it!"

"I trust you!" Michelle replied making eye contact with Brenda in the mirror.

"I know you do!" Brenda winked in response. "I trust you too!" Brenda removed a small cardboard envelope, taking the first item out and pulling off what looked like the backing for adhesive. "Okay, now hold you left boob up," Brenda instructed, "and then put this under it."

Michelle did as she was told, putting a small pillow under her breast. As she did so, Brenda applied the stick on bra to Michelle's chest. The effect was amazing, Michelle's saline breast was now accentuated by the pillow underneath. She almost felt like how women are portrayed in Victorian times, spilling out of the top of their dress. She eagerly helped Brenda position the other, making sure equal pressure was applied to each so her breasts were even. With the top of her dress now in place, Michelle tried to focus on Brenda's hair. Having Brenda face her while she did it, Michelle teased, shaped and positioned Brenda's long locks until she was satisfied.

"Okay, turn around!" Michelle said quite pleased with herself.

"Oh WOW!" Brenda couldn't believe her eyes. "Okay, no offense," Brenda turned her head left and right checking out her face and hair from every angle, "but who knew a guy could make me look this good?"

"I got a whole crash course not too long ago." Michelle replied.

"Oh really," Brenda smirked, "what else have you learned?"

"On nothing too fun." Michelle replied trying not to smile too big and give things away.

"The girls just texted," Brenda said spritzing a bit of perfume, "they'll be here in ten minutes." She saw Michelle blanch in color. "It'll be okay," Brenda took Michelle's hands in hers, "they're going to love you!"

Michelle took her new ID, new credit card and stack of fives out of her purse, putting them all in a small clutch, before following Brenda to the door. At the doorway they stepped into their heels, which did little to help Michelle with the way Brenda's ass and legs were now accentuated even more. It was a struggle for Michelle not to watch Brenda walk toward the exterior door of the building, her hips moved different, and her but. Michelle may have let out a soft moan simply because of Brenda's butt. When they got to the front door, Michelle made sure she was standing next to Brenda when the party bus arrived. Michelle now had the opposite problem she'd been experiencing, the sheer terror of getting on the bus now made her cock all but pull into her body! She actually wondered if the cage could possibly fall off with how small it had gotten.

Squeals filled the bus, followed by compliments at how amazing Brenda looked, then introductions for Michelle. It was overwhelming, there were 10 women on the bus, all wearing short dresses with cleavage showing and legs that seemed to go on forever. Michelle was handed a plastic cup with some kind of peppermint schnapps, which she quickly downed. What she did remember, the girl in the tight purple dress with the white sash announcing her as the bride was Tiffany, and her maid of honor was Candace. Brenda sat next to Michelle, practically on top of her, in the bus as they went to pick up the last woman. Another round of shots followed with her entrance, followed by beer. Lots of beer.

At the club Michelle stuck close to Brenda when they entered. The parade of women drew a lot of attention, while some of the women openly flirted, Michelle tried her best to keep her eyes straight forward. She felt as if she were on display. Thankfully, Brenda quickly handed Michelle a drink, who was starting to feel a bit of a buzz. A moment later she was very happy about that buzz as Brenda pulled Michelle toward the dance floor.

"I don't know about this!" Michelle shouted over the loud club music.

"Oh you'll be fine!" Brenda replied still holding Michelle's hand, "Just relax and enjoy!"

What Michelle was really enjoying was watching Brenda dance. Soon she no longer had a concern about her cage falling off. It didn't take long for the two women to be joined by a couple guys, who simply started dancing near them, then with them. Michelle was in a panic as one moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips. Her eyes wide, looking at Brenda, who seemed to be enjoying her dance partner. A twinge of jealousy grew inside Michelle, but there was no way for her to address anything, without ruining her secret and possibly Brenda's relationship with her friends. Instead, Michelle tried to focus on not falling off her heels while she danced with whomever the guy was behind her. The girls danced in a loose cluster, but it didn't stop men from approaching them, typically from behind.

"I'm Jeff." A guy had to almost shout in her ear over the music.

"I'm Michelle!" She replied trying to talk loudly while speaking in a feminine voice.

Jeff slipped his hand around Michelle's waist, placing his hand on her lower back and pulling her close, as he practically ground against her body with his crotch. Michelle was quickly terrified about him rubbing against her crotch and feeling her cage, so she turned around shocking herself as she stuck her butt out at him.

"Ohhhh my!" Jeff growled gripping Michelle's hips tightly.

Michelle jumped slightly when his body rubbed against her butt, although, it reminded her of something familiar. Maybe it was the shots, the beer, or whatever else Brenda bought them. Her head was swimming as Jeff pressed his crotch into Michelle's ass. Biting her lip, Michelle tried desperately not to enjoy the all too familiar sensation while her body ached for more.

"You're stunning!" Jeff growled in her ear.

"Thanks." Michelle replied, unsure if she heard him or if she could believe him.

Michelle focused on desperately trying not to fall off her heels as Jeff's iron grip held her ass against his growing cock. She could feel him back there, she could feel his cock against her ass and much to her dismay it made the hair on her neck stand on end. Michelle's body rebelled against her brain. Michael would have been repulsed by this, a guy grinding his hardon into her ass, but Michelle not only enjoyed but relished it. She wanted Jeff, not just wanted him, but more specifically wanted Jeff inside her. His right hand moved up her back, grazing the side of the cup of her bra. Michelle desperately wanted to move out of his reach, but him to touch her. To possess her. To fuck her! Michelle bit her bottom lip, moaning softly well under the sound of the music. Michelle turned again, facing Jeff and throwing her arms around his neck over his shoulders.