{ASS} Stocktaking {Brad Estora} (MM, oral, TV.) 

©2004 by Brad Estora
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*****

"You'll have to wear this.  We all do, because the working back 
here is so dirty," Beth said as she handed me kaftan looking 
garment she called a smock.  "It may not look it, but it is."

I put the smock on over my clothes and it covered me from the 
neck down to the floor leaving only my hands free, but it was 
warm.  Too warm considering I could see through the one's the 
others wore, and assumed they could see through mine.

*****

"Why is he here?" Beth asked Adele.

"Because he knows shorthand, and everything'll go faster with him 
because of it.  Besides, we get paid for a full day's work even 
though we'll probably be finished by lunch or just after lunch at 
the latest.  With him," Adele replied, nodding her head in my 
direction. 

"I'm just too hot wearing this smock over my clothes, and I 
haven't even started working yet," Beth complained.

"I agree," Caroline said.

"GIRLS," Adele said and everybody looked at her including me.

"I agree with Beth it's too warm to wear this smock over our 
street clothes, so we thought we would take them off and just 
wear the smock," Adele said looking at me.  The other three girls 
looked at me, too.

After a minute of silence while they continued to look at me, I 
said, "Why are you all looking at me?"

"Wellllll," Beth said.

"It would only be fair if you took your clothes off, too," Adele 
continued.

"Sure," I replied hoping we could get started soon.  I didn't 
care.  Wearing just my underpants and T-shirt would be like 
wearing a swimsuit and T-shirt.  So what.

We were working Sunday taking stock while the store was closed.  
This was my first day, and I got the job solely because I was 
able to take shorthand.   I took it one year in junior high 
thinking it would be useful taking class notes.  It was.  Very.  
For the job we got paid double wages for working on Sunday, which 
was great for me.  Easy work; easy pay.  The others were still 
looking at me.  So what did Beth and Adele want?  The other two 
just nodded their heads like plastic dashboard whatevers.

"Welllll," Beth started.

"You can see through them," Adele continued.

"I've noticed," I said to no all of them and one in particular.

"We've only worked with other girls before, so wearing only our 
underwear under these smocks was no problem.  But you're a male," 
Beth said.

"Yes," I agreed wondering what this was leading up to.

"We think you should wear the same underwear we do," Beth said.  
Adele and the other two nodded in agreement and me wondering when 
they agreed on this.

"I think it's only fair," Adele said

"I agree," the two nodding mutants said.

"Anybody against," asked Adele.

I raised my hand.

"Well, Terry, you would, but you're overruled.  Majority rules.  
Since you can see our bras and panties through the smock, we want 
to be able to see yours, too. This is supposed to be a 'girls 
only' job, anyway," Adele responded to my raised hand.

"But," I started.

"I'm sure you have a nice one, Terry.  Very nice from what I've 
seen so far.  So, here.  Put these on, then the smock, and we'll 
get started," Beth said as she handed me panties, a bra and 
breast forms.

Trapped again.  I had a sister and knew when I'd been had.  Three 
choices.  Go on as we were and spend the rest of the day arguing.  
Walk off the job.  An easy job.  Or go along. We were alone, 
sooooo go along won.

I took the panties, bra and breast forms from Beth and walked 
into one of the changing rooms.  A men's changing room, of 
course.

*****

I managed to get the bra on by fastening it around my waist then 
turning it halfway around and pulling it up.  I followed the 
instructions that came with the breast forms and inserted them 
into the bra cups.  I had a raging hard on that threatened to 
push through the front of my panties.  I hadn't realized they 
were so, so...provocative.  I slipped the smock over my head 
letting it drop hoping it would hide my hard on; it didn't.

"Adele," I have a problem I called from the changing room.  I saw 
her head peek inside the door.

"I see you do.  I think we can fix that.  I'll be back in a sec," 
she said.

I waited impatiently wanting to get started and get finished, 
when Adele returned.  Her arm appeared through the doorway 
holding a panty girdle in her hand.

"Put this on.  It should 'hide' the problem," she said.

I did and it almost did.  By looking at myself in the changing 
room mirror, I discovered as long as I didn't stand up totally 
straight, my 'tits' kept the smock far enough in front of me to 
cover my 'problem.'

"Ready," I said as I walked out of the changing room.  They all 
had taken their street clothes off and I could see their bras and 
panties under their smocks.  Without a doubt, they could see mine.

*****

With that little problem of clothing settled, we started the 
really boring job of inventorying the department's stock.  This 
Sunday we were inventorying, of all things, Lingerie and 
Foundations.  By lunchtime we were nearly finished.  Adele called 
lunch; so we stopped and sat down to eat our individual lunches.  
While I munched on celery before eating the sandwich I brought, 
the 'girls' oohed and ahed over what each of them had brought for 
lunch and started trading with each other.

We heard a door open and Adele said, "Mr. Smith sometimes drops 
by on Sunday to see how we're doing."

I started to get up, but realized I would have to pass by where 
Mr. Smith came in to get to the changing room, so I just sat back
down.  I hoped he wouldn't notice, or if he did, wouldn't say 
anything.  He had interviewed me for the job and seemed a nice 
sort.

*****

"Well, how's it going, g...irls?  Terry?" Mr. Smith asked.

"Yes sir," I replied thinking, 'Shit, this'll get me fired for 
sure.'

"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked.

Adele explained the whole thing, before I could get one word out
of my mouth.

"I see.  Come with me, Terry," Mr. Smith said.

"Yes sir."

"As I told you, I always check up on new employees to see how 
they're doing," he said.

"Yes sir."

"And I'm sure the girls told you why they're still working for 
me, and the girl you replaced isn't," he continued.

"No sir.  Not exactly," he said.

"Well, Terry, you're about to find out.  Get on your knees in 
front of me."

I thought about it for a short second wondering what he wanted.  
I needed and wanted the job, so I dropped to my knees.

"Terry, look at me.  Since you're dressed like a girl, you'll 
have to do what any other girl I employ does," he said looking at 
me.  I heard his zipper unzip; and when my eyes looked down, I saw 
his hardening penis.

"What...?" I started.

"Take it in your mouth, Terry.  That's a good girl," he said 
putting his hands on my head and pulling it towards his hardening 
cock.

His penis pushed at my lips opening them and then pushed at my 
teeth.

"Terry, open your mouth."

I did and his cock entered it, filling it.  He pushed to the back 
of my throat and pulled back, then pushed to the back of my 
throat again and continued it.

"Keep your mouth open and don't scratch me with your teeth.  Use 
you lips.  Put you lips around my cock."

Holding my head he pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth, 
until I could feel it get even larger.

"I'm going to come, Terry.  Swallow it," he said to me as he 
exploded in my mouth.  I exploded in my panties and girdle at the 
same time, and each time I swallowed his cum, I came in my 
panties until we both were spent.  My head was spinning.  I 
wasn't supposed to like what I had just done, but it was 
wonderful, and I knew I wanted more.

I was still on my knees when he said, "I'm sure you'll like 
working here, Terry.  We have very good benefits.  Keep the 
lingerie you're wearing.  That's one of them.  I require ALL my 
employees to wear lingerie.  When you're working here, you'll be 
required to wear it.  We give our employees a very good discount, 
too."

*****

Mr. Smith left his office turning right and I turned left to go 
back to Lingerie and Foundations.  Adele met me half way there.

"Well, how was it?" she asked.

"How was what?" I responded.

"Your final job interview.  We all had to take one, so we know 
what it was.  Rachel, the girl you replaced, didn't pass," Adele 
said.

"It was..." I started to say.

"Wonderful?" Adele questioned.

I nodded my head and she nodded hers.

"We all like it.  That's why we're working here.  Everyone who 
works here regularly likes it.  Or, at least, does it," Adele 
said.

"Everybody?" I asked.

"Yes, everybody.  Men and women."

"I'm a regular employee now, Adele. I'm glad, too," thinking of 
some of the other male employees I'd seen and knowing what I'd 
like to do with some of them.

"Welcome to our little club, Terry," Adele said.


  
Stocktaking