The Agency Ch. 16

"Touching, Ms.?" Michelle wondered about all of it but that struck her the most.

"With the back of that dress like it is," Allie smiled, "I'm sure more than a few hands will slide around the side or even down the back." Allie moved to Michelle's side, placing Her hand on Her employee's lower back then sliding it easily underneath the dress until Her thumb hooked into the waist of Michelle's thong. "Something like this, I'm sure."

"Yes, Ms." Michelle replied cursing Babette's choice.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Ms. Allison stated as She removed Her hand, "I won't let anyone get too carried away with you."

"Thank you, Ms. Allison." Michelle replied feeling better.

As Ms. Allison walked forward, Michelle took a long look at her Boss' outfit. Unlike the girls, Ms. Allison wore a long black strapless gown, Her hair pulled back into cascading curls that reached the top of the back of Her dress. Ms. Allison turned to face Michelle, revealing an upper thigh high slit on Her left leg ending at a jeweled flower, and a strappy pair of heels with delicate looking ankle straps on Her feet. The dress was smooth and silky, very classic looking. There was no mistaking Her for one of the girls! Michelle then suddenly realized that Ms. Allison was handing her a glass of champagne.

"To the start of your wonderful adventure!" Allie said raising Her glass to Michelle, waiting for her to bring it to her lips before continuing. "On Wednesday you'll have your photoshoot," Allie smirked as Michelle reacted to the news, "Monday we will do a bit of shopping to get you ready for it." Michelle covered her mouth, coughing momentarily. "Are you okay dear?"

Of course, Allie knew exactly what She'd done, and had done it purposefully. She wanted Michelle to be able to handle a random statement at any time, and reminding her of her photoshoot was the perfect starter. Allie knew that Babette, under Her direction, had shared all of the pictures from the photoshoot which included Babette being taken by the male photographer and his male assistant.

"Yes, Ms.," Michelle replied coughing again, "I'm sorry, I just."

"I did say you need to be ready for blunt statements."

"Yes, You did Ms.," Michelle pulled her shoulders back, "I'll do better."

"I know you will," Allie turned Her head, listening as one of the guests arrived, "and no time like the present, Tina is a one of a kind!"

"Tina?" Michelle asked, but received no answer.

Michelle's eyes went to the door to the great room where Tina suddenly appeared. There was no mistaking that Tina was a one of a kind. Wearing a pair of black patent leather mid-calf lace up boots with a 3" platform put Tina, what Michelle estimated, over 7-feet tall. Tina had broad shoulders, well defined arms, a square jaw and large hands which was all packed into a tight pink skirt, which did little to hide her bulge. Tina's breasts were twice the size of Babette's, spilling almost unnaturally out of a black lace demi bra which was all but bursting out of a semi sheer white blouse. Michelle stared dumbfounded as Tina approached, not even recognizing the fact that Ms. Allison had taken the champagne glass from her hand.

"Ohhhh what a little princess you are!" Tina squealed as she approached. "Cross your wrists behind you back little princess!"

Michelle was thankful her body reacted obediently as Tina suddenly towered over her, gripping her hips tightly with her massive hands. The large breasts were even with Michelle's face, not quite touching it as Tina pressed her crotch against Michelle's abdomen. The feeling of Tina's cock quickly growing against her body terrified yet excited Michelle in ways she couldn't comprehend. A soft moan escaped Michelle's lips as Tina held her tightly.

"Don't be scared little princess," Tina's voice was deep but her tone was soft, "I'd never hurt someone as delicate as you!" Michelle swallowed, feeling Tina's cock still growing against her. "In a couple weeks I'm going to need someone to come tidy my house," Tina smiled as Michelle couldn't seem to bring her eyes beyond her chin, "would you like to come over and be my maid?"

"Yes," Michelle swallowed hard wondering why her mouth was so incredibly dry, "Ms.!"

"Mistress Tina." Tina instructed.

"Yes, Mistress Tina." Michelle replied more confidently.

Tina leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Michelle's ear before whispering, "That's a good little princess," her breath was hot against Michelle's ear, "we'll have a lot of fun together, won't we?"

"Yes, we will Mistress Tina." Michelle answered unsure of how she'd been able to not only form words but make a full sentence happen. "I'm looking forward to our time together." Michelle said finally able to bring her eyes to Tina's, eliciting a smile from her.

"Where is my girl, Babette?" Tina asked still holding Michelle tightly.

"I'm right here Mistress Tina!" Babette quickly replied.

"I need to make up for missing our date last month," Tina said as she straightened up, pressing her engorged cock against Michelle's body again, "Allie, I'll only need her for a few minutes."

"Just don't mess up her hair!" Allie responded. "It's still early!"

"If I must," Tina laughed finally releasing Michelle, "I just need something to tide me over until this weekend."

"You are insatiable Tina!" Allie said holding Michelle's champagne flute to the trembling girl as she watched Tina lead Babette by the wrist out of the room. "Well done sweetie," Allie said finally getting Michelle to take the glass, "don't worry, not everyone is like Tina."

"It's okay Ms.," Michelle said taking a gulp of champagne, "it was probably good to start with her I guess." Allie winked at Michelle, touching her arm lightly before walking off. "Brenda can never know about any of this!" Michelle whispered to herself. "How would I ever explain?"

Michelle was quite thankful that the rest of the guests were not as openly forward as Tina. She was delighted to see Ms. Amy again, who'd she'd met once in the office at work, and happily greeted her by kissing her shoes. A very nice older gentleman engaged Michelle in conversation while unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts.

"Would you like to touch them?" Michelle eventually asked in a low whisper.

"That would be wonderful dear," he replied like a child being offered an early Christmas gift, "may I?"

"Of course." Michelle stepped forward, turning her body to block his action from most of the room. "Go ahead."

The gentleman put his hand on Michelle's lower back, pulling her close to his side, before cupping and squeezing her breast with his other hand. His eyes wide with excitement, his thumb moving over Michelle's nipple. Adding to his excitement, Michelle moaned softly, touching his arm lightly.

"Thank you for that." Michelle whispered slowly pushing his hand away.

"No, thank you my dear!" The gentleman said, letting his hand glide down her back and over her butt before pulling it away. "I will certainly need to take you out on my boat."

"That sounds fun," Michelle replied remaining close to him, "is it near the city?"

"It's in Albany," he replied with a smirk, "in the Bahamas."

"Oh!" Michelle replied unable to hide her shock. "Well, I've never been on a boat before, or been to the Bahamas so it would be quite an adventure for me!"

"Oh, you'll love it! I have a private villa there, and you can tan in as little as you want!"

Michelle could only imagine what Brenda would think if she returned with tiny tan lines around her crotch and nowhere else! She assumed a man so overjoyed about her breasts would want to keep at least one article of clothing on her. Then again, who knew what his particular kink was? Maybe Babette did, she'd have to ask later. Suddenly Michelle realized she was not only contemplating but excited about the idea of going to the Bahamas with a man who's name she didn't even know! A man she'd let touch her breast! Michelle now understood why Ms. Allison cautioned about drinking too much, it was certainly easy to see happening as Michelle finished another champagne flute. Michelle also quickly realized she was getting her tiny thong moist as well.

As more guests arrived Michelle realized she was much more the center of attention than she'd expected. Even as she was engaging clients in conversation, she could see others were talking while looking at her, obviously discussing her appearance, or her outfit. Michelle felt anxious and yet slightly flattered as they all appeared to be pleased with how she looked. Over the months Michelle had worked very hard to refine and define her look, focusing on movements that would give her a wider appearance in the hips and thicker thighs. Having an actual diet, rather than Michael's borderline starvation diet, had helped considerably. Little had truly prepared her for this evening though. Michelle stood talking to one client while another's fingers lightly moved down her spine sending chills through her body.

"Tell me," the handsy gentleman said as his hand moved over her butt, "have you worn latex for a long time before?"

"No," Michelle answered coyly, playing to his obvious dominant side, "not yet at least. What did you have in mind Sir?" Making sure to bite her bottom lip as he squeezed her butt, Michelle knew it was only partly an act.

"Recently I've lost my favorite pony," he replied kneading her butt as he spoke, "and I do miss training her so."

"Oh, that's terrible." Michelle replied momentarily wondering if it were a real pony and how one simply loses a horse? "Would I be a suitable replacement?" Michelle asked feeling her face flush.

"There will only be one way to find out," his eyes greedily devoured her as he spoke, "you may find it quite enjoyable."

Michelle pressed her chest into his body, arching her back and shoving her butt into his hand even more. She had no idea what he was talking about, another question to add to the list for Babette, but he was oozing confidence which excited her terribly. He also seemingly enjoyed her physical response to him.

"I will look forward to seeing your stable Sir." Michelle responded with as sultry a voice as she could muster.

Eventually, during a break between clients, Babette came and saved Michelle who also desperately needed a bathroom break. Ms. Allison's downstairs bathroom had a water closet, so they were able to check their makeup while the other relieved themselves.

"How are you holding up?" Babette asked.

"So far so good," Michelle replied, "I have a question though, what's a latex pony do?"

"Ohhhh," Babette chuckled, "have you ever seen those horses that prance and lift their hooves up high when they walk?"

"Like dressage?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah, just like that, but you're in head-to-toe latex, with all the horse gear and bound arms," Babette giggled at Michelle's reaction, "and the tail is a plug."

"Okay, so what am I not getting here?" Michelle asked quizzically. "It's obviously not about sex if I have a horse's tail in my ass."

"You're right," Babette replied, leaning back on the vanity to face her roommate, "it's not about sex, it's about the control and the role."

"It doesn't sound that difficult." Michelle replied feeling fairly confident walking around as a latex pony girl would be easy.

"It's not really," Babette smirked waiting a moment then added, "as long as you don't mind peeing outside, eating and drinking with your arms bound behind your back, and sleeping in a manger." Michelle's face sunk; she'd obviously not thought this through as well as she'd imagined. "And then there's the grooming which is done outside with a garden hose."

"Fuck that must be cold!" Michelle shuddered at the thought.

"You never know," Babette said leading Michelle out of the bathroom, "you may just enjoy it!"

"I may just shrivel up so much my cage falls off!" Michelle shuddered again causing Babette to laugh.

As they reentered the room Babette walked them toward two men, who both looked over Michelle as they approached. In spite of their obvious leers, Michelle tried her best not to appear self-conscious and smiled waiting for their eyes to get above her neck.

"Gentlemen," Babette said warmly, "this is my dear girlfriend, Michelle."

Exchanging pleasantries, both men lightly shook Michelle's hand introducing themselves as Rick and Paul. The rather handsome looking men were actually a couple, an engaged couple that was getting married soon. After the night she was having there was no shocking her at this point, Michelle had just pictured herself dressed up as a latex pony getting hosed down and before that sunning herself on some rich guy's boat. Then there was Tina. Rick and Paul seemed like small potatoes in comparison!

"In a couple weeks we are having our bachelor party," Rick said gripping Paul's hand tightly, "and we need Babette and a friend for help." Michelle swallowed, suddenly wanting a drink again and regretting her thought about them being small potatoes, but tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible. "Bringing drinks, serving apps, and as party favors."

"Party favors?" Michelle had to ask as much as she thought I knew the answer already.

"While I hate to put it this way," Paul said unable to hide his embarrassment, "you know how guys can get, and they'll need some help with, you know, relief."

"Plus," Rick added with a confident wink, "with the two of you strutting around they'll certainly have reason!"

"I think we will have to work on your lap dancing skills." Babette said giving Michelle's butt a pinch.

"That'll be a first for me," Michelle jumped slightly at Babette's pinch, "I don't know that I've ever gotten a lap dance."

"I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out." Rick chuckled.

"Just let us know what you want," Babette replied with far more confidence than Michelle could muster, "and we won't disappoint you!" Babette gave Michelle's butt a grab. "Isn't that right Michelle?"

"Oh," Michelle struggled with how to respond, "no, we won't disappoint."

"That's great!" Rick replied with a warm smile. "Who knows, maybe we will pitch in for a third girl just in case."

"Jenna is always game," Babette offered nodding toward a cute red head, "she's already done the whole bukkake thing too."

"Oh great!" Paul replied eagerly. "We will definitely need to talk to her!" Michelle felt puzzled and incredibly naive, not knowing what Babette was talking about. "So, you're good with the whole DP thing?" Michelle's head was spinning, still trying to figure out what Babette said and now Paul seemed to be talking in code. She shook her head slightly, not sure if she was answering or trying to shake the confusion free. "You know, double penetration?"

"Front and back at the same time sweetie," Babette whispered, "mouth and butt."

"Oh, OH!" Michelle felt foolish, "Yes, I'm good with that."

"Sounds perfect," Rick smiled at Michelle naiveté, "let's go talk to Jenna." He took Paul by the arm, leading him off. "Lovely meeting you Michelle."

"What am I missing?" Michelle hissed at Babette. "What's the whole back-achy thing?"

"You're so adorable when you get frustrated," Babette whispered, "I'll tell you later."

Michelle had hoped that would be the last embarrassing or confusing part of the evening, she was wrong though. She noticed Ms. Allison summoning her over, and quickly moved to her. With her heart racing, she stood a respectful distance away with her eyes downward fidgeting anxiously. Eventually Ms. Allison turned away from the person she was speaking with and faced Michelle.

"How are things going sweetie?" Allie asked taking Michelle by the hand.

"I've never felt so clueless in my life Ms.," Michelle replied obviously flustered, "I'm glad you warned me about not drinking too much because my head is swimming."

"I think you'll find that you were quite sheltered in your previous life," Allie's voice and touch on Michelle's arm were soft and soothing, "both financially and sexually." She paused a moment before continuing. "But what you will also find is a powerful and obvious dichotomy between submission and dominance," Allie explained, "and not all D and s is about sex, and not all submissives are powerless."

"I did somewhat find that out with Mikey Ms.," Michelle answered, "he may have been in the more dominant position while I gave him a blowjob, but I was certainly not powerless."

"See, you do understand more than you realize," Allie smiled, "what you're actually naïve about is what other kinks there are out there." Michelle nodded and blushed. "Just always remember, I will never send you off to someone who's kinks do not align with yours."

"May I ask Ms.," Michelle waited for Ms. Allison to nod, "how kinky is the gentleman with the yacht in the Bahamas?"

"Oh, Bernard isn't kinky at all sweetie," Allie suppressed a giggle, "he just likes you for the eye candy!"

"Good to know," Michelle wished she had a drink as she thought about what being eye candy would be like, "I guess."

"Let Me wrap this up now," Allie said, "and I'll send everyone on their way." She didn't wait for a response, instead Allie took a step forward and spoke clearly. "Everyone, I'd first like to thank you all for coming this evening," Her voice was commanding yet kind, "I know it's not an easy trip some of you, but I hope you found it worth your time." Some of those in attendance nodded but no one complained about their trip to her home. "As usual the personality assessments are in the drop box, along with the report from last week," Michelle stood by as she was talked about like a stock portfolio, "and the photos will be up Wednesday evening." Bernard and Tina both expressed excitement about that news. "If you're here with one of My girls they will gladly take you back home," that comment was met with several snickers, "and if you're did not Michelle will happily see you out. Again, thank you all for being here."

Michelle was somewhat shocked as those assembled applauded. It had to be good news that they applauded, right? She wondered. She had no time to wonder as Tina was soon leading her by the hand to the door.

"I'm looking forward to your photos little princess," Tina said as they entered the foyer, "you seem like quite the girly girl."

"I am Mistress Tina," Michelle responded with a slight curtsey, "Babette reminds me of that often."

"Then I'll definitely need to schedule a nice weekend for you." Tina's strong hand lifted Michelle's chin gently before their lips softly met. "I'll look forward to it!"

As Tina left, Bernard entered the foyer. He seemed to be the opposite of the obviously dominant, muscular T-girl. He took Michelle's hand in his own hands, looking up at her eyes after forcing himself to draw them from her chest.

"Next month the weather will be perfect for sunning yourself," he said, his tone grandfatherly but his intent obviously not, "I have a little get together planned as well, you'll love it."

"Should I pack anything special?" Michelle had no idea what she was going to do or wear on his yacht.

"I'll have everything you need," the twinkle in his eye told Michelle she wouldn't be wearing much, "and will make sure you're well-tended to my dear!"

"Thank you!" Michelle smiled before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

Bernard's reaction, his blush and wide smile, made Michelle giggle slightly. She felt as if she'd just made his night. Obviously, some clients would be far easier to please. As he departed, Michelle walked back into the great room, coming face to face with Rick and Paul.

"Gentlemen," Michelle said stepping aside, "did you speak with Jenna?"

"Yes, we did," Rick said taking Michelle's hand under his arm, "I do believe it will be an incredible party for everyone!"

"That's great news," Michelle replied feeding her hand into Paul's arm and walking between them, "I'm looking forward to an amazing night!"