"Equal Partners "
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By Orestes

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   " I know it looks like a great account on paper, but 
I don't think that we should pursue it. "
   Martin could hardly believe his ears. Their newly 
formed marketing company was barely scraping by, and 
his partner Judy seemed to be passing on a great 
opportunity.
   It wasn't like her. Her aggressive attitude towards 
business was one of the reasons Martin had been so 
eager to partner up with her. That, and the fact that 
he was in falling in love with her. But there was 
something she wasn't telling him. He was sure of it.
   " Come on, Judy, this account is huge. If Berkeley 
comes over, other accounts will follow. He's obviously 
interested. We just have to reel him in. "
   The two partners were having an early lunch 
together. Judy wouldn't raise her deep brown eyes to 
meet his gaze. Yes, something was definitely bothering 
her. He could see it in the way that she was biting her 
lower lip.
   " I'm not sure Berkeley is worth the trouble, 
Martin. I think he wants a little more of a 
relationship than strictly business. "
   It took a second for her words to sink in. Then a 
minor surge of jealousy coursed through Martin's chest. 
No, he didn't have a right to be jealous. He had no 
claim on Judy. He hadn't even told her his feelings. 
Nonetheless, during the last few weeks, while 
consummating their business partnership, Martin had 
felt closer than ever to the striking brunette. 
   " Did he proposition you ? God damn it, why does 
shit like that have to come in to it ?"
   " Not exactly. "
   Martin puzzled.
   " One of the girls at the office then ?"
   " No. " She raised her eyes for the first time in 
the exchange. " He wanted you. Berkeley wanted you to 
be his 'girlfriend' for an evening, and then he'd give 
us his full account. I turned him down flat. "
   Of all the unexpected twists, this was the last one 
that Martin would have envisioned. It was almost funny. 
One of the reasons that Judy had wanted to leave 
Pearson Marketing was because of constant sexual 
advances by upper management. Needless to say, as a 
guy, Martin had never had that problem.
   It wasn't surprising for a beautiful girl like Judy. 
Her mother was partially Asian, passing on an exotic 
look that so many men around the office had found 
irresistible. The only reason Martin hadn't made any 
moves himself was because she always complained to him 
about the advances. So they settled into a close 
friendship that later developed into a business 
partnership.
   Martin reacted with disbelief in his voice.
   " Oh my god, what kind of a sick bastard is this 
guy. He doesn't think I'm gay, does he ?"
   " I don't know. It doesn't matter. You certainly 
wouldn't expect me to do anything like this, and I 
didn't even consider his proposition for a moment. No 
account is big enough to make that kind of sacrifice 
for. "
   Martin shook his head, stunned.
   " Okay then. I guess we'll just have to forget about 
Berkeley. "
   And the topic was closed.

   Except for the fact that it wasn't quite so easy for 
Martin to simply forget about Berkeley. As much as he 
knew that Judy didn't blame him, the loss of the 
account weighed heavily on his mind. In marketing, if 
you can't close the big accounts, you're finished. 
Small businesses just don't have the kind of cash flow 
that it takes to support a large marketing campaign. 
   So far, they had come up almost empty. More each 
day, Martin could see discouragement setting in around 
the office.
   And more each day, Martin's mind was drawn back to 
the unusual lunch-time conversation. 
   Evan Berkeley wanted Martin to be his 'girlfriend' 
for an evening. 
   How bizarre. Martin had only met the large man once, 
and then only briefly. In that meeting, the man had 
seemed strictly interested in business.
   It was just too hard to figure out. Almost too hard 
to even think about.
   Another thing that Martin was trying not to think 
about was the financial realities of the newly formed 
venture. Each day brought new expenses, mainly covered 
by Judy's dwindling savings. Martin's own meagre 
savings had already been swallowed.
   Sure, Judy had been able to win over a couple of 
mid-sized customers from her previous client list, but 
it wasn't enough to support the company.  Martin had 
been less successful. While creatively talented, he 
hadn't had much personal contact with his clients. That 
was hurting the small firm now.
   They had hired three employees right from the start. 
Now, it was getting to the point that they would have 
to consider laying them off. Martin and Judy were 
delaying that decision as long as possible. The problem 
was, without the other employees, the small firm 
couldn't handle a large account even if they landed it. 
If the partners lost these talented people, they might 
as well close the doors.
   Again, thoughts of the Berkeley account floated 
through Martin's head. It was impossible to ignore the 
kind of impact that the large corporate account could 
have on their future. An account that size could put 
the little firm on the map. Other accounts would 
follow. 
   They were so damned close. A slight jostle of 
fortune would either make the firm a success, or an 
utter failure.
   Judy knew it too. He could see by the tension on her 
face. He hated to see her that way. Of course she would 
never ask him to consider Berkeley's offer. She had 
dismissed the possibility instantly. There's no way to 
know whether she would have considered the offer if it 
had been directed at her instead. In a strange way, 
that would have been even more distressing to Martin. 
It was far too much to ask for either of them.
   Or was it ?
   Martin wondered himself. No one wanted the 
partnership to succeed more than he did. He had 
convinced Judy to quit her job. He had found the office 
location. In the end, it was him who had pressed 
forward. For what ? Because he was in love with her ? 
For the chance to become closer to her ?
   Now, they were failing. All he had to do was give up 
his pride for one night, and it would save them. A 
single sacrifice, and neither one would have to go 
crawling back to Pearson.
   How bad could it possibly be ? 
   That was the final question. Ironically, Martin 
wondered if it was the same question that Judy had 
asked herself dozens of times when faced with 
harassment at Pearson. He never wanted her to have to 
go back to that. 
   The sickening answer to the question inevitably came 
to him.
   Whatever it was, he could probably handle it. Not 
for himself. For her.

   Martin waited until Judy and the staff were out for 
lunch. He and Judy shared the one private office, and 
he definitely didn't want her to overhear the 
conversation. Even once he was totally alone, he had a 
difficult time getting himself to make the call. It had 
been over a week since Berkeley had visited the office. 
Martin wasn't sure about how he could approach the man.
   He held his breath as his finger hovered over the 
final digit of the phone number.
   Now or never.
   " Evan Berkeley's office, " a female voice chirped  
from the other end of the line.
   " Yes, could I speak to Mr. Berkeley ?"
   " I'm afraid he's in a conference. Could we call you 
back ?"
   Martin paused.
   " Okay. It's Martin Coleman from Creative Designs 
Marketing. Should I give you the number ?"
   " No, I'm sure we have it on file. We'll get back to 
you in the next half-hour. "
   He almost hoped that they wouldn't. It would take 
the choice out of his hands. His heart raced with the 
uncertainty as he prayed that he would get an answer 
before Judy came back.
   As the end of lunch neared, and the staff began to 
reappear in the office, the phone rang again. Martin 
had to be quick to answer the phone before anyone else.
   " Creative Designs..."
   " Hello, is this Martin Coleman ? "
   " Yes. "
   " Hi, this is Priscilla from Evan Berkeley's office. 
Mr. Berkeley was quite pleased to hear from you. He 
would like to meet with you tonight. He will award the 
marketing contract based on the outcome of that 
meeting. Can I schedule you for 7:00 ?"
   " Um yeah."
   The woman gave him the address of a downtown hotel, 
a room number, and the name of Evan Berkeley's personal 
assistant, Pauline McDonald, who would meet him there. 
Martin scribbled down the details, all the while 
nervously watching the office door. Judy would be back 
soon.
   She would probably figure everything out anyhow, he 
imagined, after the Berkeley account fell into place. 
She was too smart to not figure it out. But right now, 
he didn't want her to know. It was too embarrassing. 
She might even try to convince him not to go through 
with it. Once it was done, and they had the account, he 
just hoped that he could live with this decision.

   Martin stood nervously at the door to Evan 
Berkeley's suite. All day, he'd been trying to argue 
himself out of doing this. The idea of having sex with 
a guy was one that Martin had never really considered. 
The women in his life had always provided enough 
fantasies to fill his imaginings. More than enough, 
really. He loved every wonderful curve of womanhood. He 
had never considered anything else. Now his mind was 
forced onto unfamiliar images. The idea of pleasing a 
man sexually was entirely foreign to him. 
   The fact that this was probably the most expensive 
suite in the city didn't do much to calm Martin's 
nerves. A security guard had quickly frisked him when 
he stepped out from the elevator, and now eyed him 
suspiciously as he paused outside of Evan's door.
   As much as some part of him wanted to, Martin wasn't 
going to allow himself to back away now. Not with 
everything at stake. He tapped lightly on the door.
   The girl who answered wasn't much older than Martin. 
Somehow, he had expected a slightly older woman to be 
Berkeley's personal assistant. The twenty-something 
girl seemed almost as nervous as he was.
   " Please come in, " she told him, and then, as an 
afterthought, "oh, by the way, you are Martin Coleman, 
aren't you ?"
   " Yes, I am. You must be Pauline. "
   " Oh, you can call me Paula. Um, I'm expecting Mr. 
Berkeley to be here around nine o'clock, so that gives 
us enough time to get you ready. "
   Two hours to get ready ? Martin shook his head. What 
the hell did this guy have planned ?
   Paula must have caught his confused look.
   " Oh goodness, I guess no one went over the details 
with you. "
   The girl's face went a little red. 
   " What details ?" Martin asked.
   " I'm sorry. I'm a little embarrassed about this. 
You see, I've only been employed with Mr. Berkeley for 
a couple of weeks now, and I wasn't quite prepared for 
his more exotic tastes..."
   The whole thing got weirder by the minute.
   " Exotic tastes... " Martin repeated, with a 
question in his voice.
   " Well, I assume you know that he wants you to be 
his 'girlfriend' for the evening. "
   It was Martin's turn to blush. He had been trying to 
avoid thinking about the phrase. Admitting it to this 
attractive young woman compounded his shame.
   " Uh, yeah. "
   " It seems that Mr. Berkeley wants you to be dressed 
like a girl. That's what it means, to be his 
girlfriend."
   " Why ? I mean... " Martin could barely gather his 
thoughts, " if he wants to have sex with a woman, why 
doesn't he just get a woman ?"
   Paula didn't seem comfortable explaining Mr. 
Berkeley's sexual preferences.
   " Oh, that's not it at all. I think he's bisexual, 
actually. From what I've heard, he doesn't much care 
who he's having sex with, as long as he's in control. 
He's very dominant that way. He finds that it's the 
ultimate expression of his natural dominance to make 
people do things they wouldn't normally do. Most of the 
women we find for him are actually lesbians. He likes 
to control and humiliate his sexual partners. "
   If humiliation was what the man was after, he's 
already got that, Martin thought to himself. He 
couldn't believe that he had actually come here to have 
sex with the man, much less that he was going to let 
this young woman dress him up like a girl.
   He wondered briefly if Berkeley had humiliated Paula 
as one of his sexual partners yet. No, the girl seemed 
too innocent for that. It was hard for him to imagine a 
straight laced girl like her participating in any of 
Evan Berkeley's twisted sexual games. Nonetheless, the 
girl retrieved her notebook from a conference table in 
the room, and began to read the instructions.
   " Well, I guess we'd better get your clothes off. He 
wants me to apply a cream, and to bathe you. "

   The view from this penthouse suite was breathtaking, 
and the place was huge. The front door opened into a 
conference room, adjoined to Evan Berkeley's private 
living area. The girl led Martin through the living 
room and into a lavish bathroom. Even here, the 
trappings of wealth were apparent. The floor was a 
richly textured marble, and dominating the floor space 
of the room was a large bath tub, already filled with 
soapy water.
   It looked like Paula had everything prepared. One of 
the counters was piled with a selection of women's 
clothing, and she had several other shopping bags 
nearby.
   She watched Martin expectantly. 
   No point in delaying, he thought. In fact, the 
sooner this is over, the better.
   He tried not to look at the young woman as he shed 
his clothing. Instead, he watched himself in the 
mirror, trying to figure out what it was that made Evan 
want to see him as a girl. Certainly, he wasn't a 
muscular guy, but he tried to keep himself trim. There 
wasn't anything about the reflection that struck Martin 
as particularly feminine, but it was difficult to make 
those kinds of judgements about himself.
   Martin stripped off his underwear, and then self-
consciously folded his hands in front of his erect 
penis. Not much cover, really. Stripping in front of an 
attractive girl definitely had an effect on him. He 
caught Paula blushing. This scene was awkward for both 
of them. 
   " Okay, let's get the cream on you. I'll have to be 
thorough. This cream is to remove excess bodily hair, 
and Mr. Berkeley has put in my instructions that he 
wants your body smooth. "
   Martin found himself wondering what other 
instructions were in that book. Was there any limit to 
the humiliation that Evan Berkeley had planned for this 
evening ?
   Paula began to wipe on the thick cream with a 
sponge. The sweet aroma of the pink gel quickly filled 
the room.
   " This stuff is pretty strong, You'll probably feel 
it tingling after I apply it. "
   Had she done this before ?
   She was right. Soon after she applied the cream to 
Martin's back and arms, he could feel a warm tingling 
sensation spreading over his skin. She circled around 
front, and began to apply the cream to his chest. 
Embarrassingly, the close physical contact with Paula 
made Martin's cock twitch. She was trying hard not to 
notice.
   Until, of course, she applied the cream to that part 
of his body. Martin tried not to look down as the 
pretty personal assistant dropped to her knees, and 
began to massage the pink cream into the flesh of his 
cock and balls. The arousal was hard to fight. His 
swollen prick was only inches from the girl's face.
   Finally, she applied the cream to Martin's legs, and 
circled around him to do a thorough job on his ass 
cheeks.
   " Good, we'll just give it a minute or two, and then 
you can get into the tub. "
   To say that he felt silly, standing there covered in 
pink cream, would be an understatement. The sweet, 
almost fruity, smell was becoming overpowering. Warm 
sensations surrounded him. It was a relief when she 
asked him to climb into the bath. 
   The warm water was covered in a thick layer of 
bubbles.
   Cute. A bubble bath.
   " Let me wash you. There's still plenty to do. "
   " Is that really necessary ? I can wash myself. "
   " I'm afraid so. It's in the instructions. "
   The cute blonde girl took a wash cloth, and began to 
scrub his body. It quickly became apparent how 
effective the cream had been. As Martin assumed various 
positions to allow Paula to wash his body, he could see 
how smooth and hairless the cream had left him. Even 
course hair, like under his arms, and his pubic hair 
were easily wiped away. 
   " Lean over the edge of the tub, " Paula instructed. 
" Mr. Berkeley wants your ass to be particularly 
clean."
   Martin obeyed silently. What would be the point in 
complaining ? He wouldn't have gone this far if he 
wasn't willing to let Berkeley use his ass.
   Even in this shameful pose, he found it impossible 
to control his arousal level. Certainly, Paula was a 
pretty girl, and this was an intimate situation. But 
there was an additional element to his arousal, and 
presenting his ass in this lewd display was making it 
perfectly clear. There was definitely something about 
being in this humiliating position that was turning him 
on.
   The girl gently washed his ass with the washcloth, 
and warm, soapy water.
   " Good girl, " she told him. 
   Was that in the script ? Martin's cock twitched 
again.
   Paula's soapy hands explored every part of his now 
smooth ass. It was surprisingly easy for the girl to 
slide first one finger, and then two, into Martin's 
tight rear hole.
   " That's a good girl. Let me in. Mr. Berkeley wants 
me to be very thorough. "
   He tried to relax as the personal assistant pushed a 
third finger into his ass. She began to splash warm 
soapy water into the crack of his ass with her free 
hand as she continued to work her fingers inside of 
him. The treatment continued for a full five minutes, 
as Martin remained on his knees, leaning over the edge 
of the tub.
   " All right now, let's put in your butt-plug. That 
will keep you loose enough for Mr. Berkeley. I've heard 
he's quite large. "
   Just another piece of information that Martin 
Coleman had never expected to know about any of his 
customers. Paula retrieved the rubbery device from one 
of the shopping bags, and paused to lubricate it before 
coming back to Martin. 
   " Nice and easy now. Just let it into you. "
   This new anal intrusion served as a reminder to 
Martin about what kinds of things Evan Berkeley had 
planned for him this evening. He tried not to think 
about it as the widest part of the plug pushed past his 
anal ring. 
   " Great. Now you're ready to be used like a girl. 
All that's left is to pretty you up a little. Come on 
out of the tub. "
   Paula seemed more confident in herself now. Her tone 
seemed almost condescending. An easy tone to take, he 
had to admit, with a man who accepted this kind of 
humiliation so easily. He stepped gingerly out of the 
tub, his body still adjusting to the discomfort of the 
butt-plug. 
   As the young woman began to pat him dry, Martin 
caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again. This 
time, his body was hairless, and he had to admit that 
the change made him appear more feminine. It certainly 
felt strange. 
   When he was fully dry, Paula patted his bottom with 
a hand full of baby powder, and lightly misted his body 
with a touch of perfume. She then went back to her 
notebook. Her face went red.
   " Well, it looks like Mr. Berkeley wants you to be 
wearing 'real' girl underwear tonight. His instructions 
are for me to take off my own panties and bra set, and 
dress you in them. "
   Martin couldn't help but be ashamed at his physical 
reaction to Paula's words. He would do anything for a 
moment alone to masturbate. Instead, he watched almost 
breathlessly as the young blonde girl reached one hand 
under her skirt, and began to squirm out of her 
panties. In a moment, Paula's white satin panties 
dropped around her ankles.
   " There, you can start with those. They might be a 
little tight for you, but I'm sure Mr. Berkeley won't 
mind. Would you mind turning your back while I take off 
my bra ?"
   He took the panties from her, and then turned his 
back. It was an odd contrast, that the girl would take 
this measure to preserve her modesty, while he was so 
indecently displayed. While she worked to remove her 
bra, Martin stepped into the white panties, and pulled 
them up his legs. 
   A snug fit, surely. The cut of the panties would 
accent his now smooth ass cheeks. His penis poked up 
past the waistband in the front, and again, he wished 
silently for a moment to relieve his sexual urges. He 
hoped that Paula wasn't getting the idea that he 
enjoyed 'being a girl'.
   " Here you go, " Paula handed the young entrepreneur 
her white satin bra while she re-buttoned her blouse. " 
There are some inserts on the counter to give you the 
right shape. "
   Martin scanned the counter until he found the gel-
filled inserts. 
   " Let me help you with those, " Paula offered. She 
held the two soft inserts to his chest, and helped him 
to fit them properly into the bra. Once the garment was 
clasped on, he could feel the weight of the false 
breasts on his shoulder. The shape was quite authentic. 
   He avoided looking in the mirror now, knowing how 
silly he must look in Paula's underwear. Next came some 
pantyhose. Paula had him sit on the edge of the tub 
while she fitted the tight nylon over his legs. These 
weren't the full hose, that would be pulled over his 
white panties, but rather the kind that terminated just 
below his crotch. 
   What's next, a garter belt ? Martin wondered how far 
Berkeley's instructions went. But Paula seemed content 
to leave the tight skin-toned hose clinging to his 
upper thighs.
   Paula went through the various clothing on the 
counter. On several occasions, she had Martin hold up, 
or even try on the garments, while she mixed an 
matched. Finally, she settled on a tight black skirt, 
and a shimmering pink blouse.
   " Great... you fit into those, and I'll start 
getting the make-up and jewellery together. "
   His erection was still apparent. God, he hoped that 
he could get himself under control once Paula wasn't 
around. As it was, he could make out the form of her 
bare breasts through the material of her blouse, and 
the knowledge that she was wearing no panties wasn't 
helping either. 
   Once Martin was into the clothing, Paula was quick 
to add the finishing touches to the look. She chose 
black leather shoes with moderate heels, gold 
jewellery, including dangling clip-on earrings, and a 
shoulder length wig of straight brown hair.
   Then it was just the finishing touches. She took her 
time applying make-up. She seemed to be a 
perfectionist. Twice, she wiped his face clean entirely 
and began her efforts again. Martin sat as still as he 
could, his heart now pounding furiously. Time was 
ticking down. Soon, he would be expected to complete 
his act as Berkeley's girlfriend.
   " That about does it. Quite a change, if I do say so 
myself. " Paula directed Martin's eyes towards the 
mirror, and despite himself, he drank in the changes.
   Would he pass for a woman ? The answer surprised 
him. A definite maybe. It would be hard for him to 
judge, but a fresh set of eyes would probably never 
think that he was a guy. Berkeley would know, of 
course, because he had met Martin before. But then, 
that wasn't the point for him. 
   In any case, the difference was breathtaking. 
   So was the feeling. The feel of the pantyhose, the 
weight of the bra, the texture of the clothing... they 
were all new sensations. And why, for god's sake, was 
he still turned on ? If he didn't control this soon, 
Evan Berkeley might get the idea that this was one of 
his kinks to begin with.
   " It's getting close to nine o'clock now, " Paula 
said, as she began to clean up the clutter in the 
bathroom. "Why don't you wait in the living room, and 
I'll make the rest of the preparations. "
   It was a relief for Martin to finally be away from 
the pretty young woman. Perhaps a few minutes alone 
would give him time to tame his arousal. He stepped 
unsteadily on the heels of the little black shoes, and 
quickly took a place on the sofa. 
   Paula continued to make last minute preparations. 
She dimmed the lights, and lit a couple of candles at 
the little glass table in front of the sofa. A quick 
trip to the kitchen produced a bottle of red wine, as 
well as a couple of crystal bowls containing 
strawberries and whipped cream. Just as she finished 
setting down these items, Martin could hear someone 
coming in through the conference room.
   " My, my, Pauline... you've done a wonderful job 
setting everything up, " the large man said, as he 
quickly scanned the room. His eyes rested on Martin. " 
Can I assume that my girlfriend has been prepared 
according to my instructions ?"
   " Oh, yes sir. And I must say, it seems that she's 
quite excited about this evening. "
   " Good. I like my dates to be eager. "
   Martin stood awkwardly to greet the large man. Evan 
Berkeley stood nearly a foot taller than his date for 
the evening. He was known as an intimidating man, and 
given his current state of dress, Martin couldn't have 
felt more humbled in his presence.
   " Oh, please, sit down my dear. I'll be over in a 
moment. "
   Paula made no move to leave the room. As much as he 
had already humiliated himself in front of the girl, 
Martin was eager to have her leave. The idea of 
actually acting the part of Berkeley's girlfriend in 
front of the cute personal assistant was more than he 
could bear.
   Just one night, he reminded himself. Then he could 
forget the whole thing.
   Evan dropped his briefcase to the floor, which Paula 
dutifully put away. He then pulled of his suit jacket, 
and Paula took it from him.
   Finally, he came in for a closer look at his date.
   " An extraordinary change, " he said, with a wide 
smile. " It always amuses me, the things that people 
will do for money. Take Pauline, for example. A 
conservative girl, straight from a Christian college. 
For the promise of money and success, she's set aside 
her moral problems, and helps me to do the most 
perverted things. Why, right now, if I'm not mistaken, 
she is wearing no panties or bra... and she has spent 
the last two hours preparing my girlfriend to be 
fucked. Quite a stretch for a girl with such high moral 
values, wouldn't you say ?"
   The girl was nearby, and her face was flushed red. 
He was taunting her. Martin wasn't sure if he was 
supposed to respond. He opened his mouth to speak, but 
Berkeley raised his fingers to Martin's lips.
   " Quiet, girl. When I have use for your mouth, I'll 
let you know. In the meantime," he snapped his fingers, 
"pour us some wine, Pauline. "
   The personal assistant poured two glasses of red 
wine, and set them on the glass table. Evan Berkeley 
took one, and prompted his date to take the other. He 
raised his glass in a toast.
   " To the things people do for money..."
   A crystal ring, and then a sip of the strong 
flavoured wine.
   At first, Martin tried to sip the wine, but Evan 
brought his hand up, and helped the younger man to tip 
the glass back.
   " Swallow for me now. I wouldn't want to ruin your 
make-up. "
   Martin gulped down the wine, and no sooner did he 
set the glass down than Paula refilled it. 
   " Very considerate, isn't she ? You don't mind her 
being here, do you ?" He watched his date's eyes for 
reaction, but didn't wait for a spoken answer. " Of 
course you don't. By this time, she has seen all of 
your secrets anyhow. "
   Evan turned his attention to the strawberries. He 
took the first taste, savouring the sweet fruit. Then 
he dipped a second one, and raised it for his 
girlfriend. 
   " Now, you may open you lips, girl. "
   Such a sensual act felt intensely wrong to do with 
another man. Martin allowed himself to eat from the 
hand of his soon-to-be lover, all the while cursing the 
man for allowing Paula to stay in the room. It was hard 
for him to control his arousal with the girl around. 
The situation was simply too charged with sexuality for 
him to ignore.
   Evan fed his date another of the cream dipped 
strawberries. As the younger man swallowed down the 
dessert, Berkeley reached to the cream bowl again. This 
time, he dipped no fruit, but one of his large fingers 
into the bowl. He raised his hand again, and his 
girlfriend obediently took the finger in between his 
painted lips.
   " Mmm... I can think of a better use for those lips. 
"
   The large man leaned back now, and unbuckled his 
belt. The message was clear. It was time for Martin to 
please his new client. 
   The shame of it really hit Martin, as he dropped to 
his knees in the hotel suite. He knew that Paula was 
watching as he positioned himself between her boss's 
legs. The reality of this was impossible to avoid. Not 
only was he dressed as a girl, but now he would be a 
cock sucker for this man.
   Evan pulled is pants to his ankles, bringing his 
large cock into view. The man was fully erect, and he 
stroked himself in preparation of his girlfriend's 
lips. 
   There was very little delay. Everyone knew what 
Martin was here for. He began to lick the underside of 
Evan's prick. The large man groaned his approval. The 
size of the tool made it difficult to fully engulf, but 
soon, Martin was sinking the head of it into his mouth, 
and using his hand to stroke the saliva covered organ.
   " Oh yes, this is nice. Sometimes, my little bitches 
are reluctant. Like you were, I suppose. Eventually, 
though, they all end up doing what I ask. Isn't that 
right, slut ? Every bitch I ask for ends up crawling to 
me on her knees, just the way you are now. "
   Martin could feel the shame washing though him. It 
was almost too much. This is exactly what Evan Berkeley 
wanted from the start. He reminded himself of Paula's 
words. The man liked to 'control and humiliate' his 
sexual partners. Now the girl was watching it happen to 
just another 'bitch'. The young man's cock twitched 
again. His arousal only compounded the shame.
   " Ungh... I think that will be enough..." Evan 
pulled his cock free. Martin was half disappointed. He 
had hoped for a quick end to this.
   " Put on some music, Pauline. I think my girlfriend 
wants to dance. "
   Berkeley pulled up his pants again, and took his 
date's hand. They stood together in an open area of the 
floor, while Paula put on a slow jazz song. 
   Now in the arms of the large man, it wasn't hard for 
Martin to imagine that he was actually a girl. He 
caught his image reflected on the inside of the 
windows. He seemed so small and feminine in the arms of 
such a large dance partner. 
   Evan's hands roamed as they danced. He traced the 
lines of Paula's panties through the thin material of 
his dance partner's skirt. His big hands cupped the 
smooth curves of his date's ass as their bodies swayed 
gently to the rhythm of the music. The tight nylon of 
Martin's pantyhose brushed against the tick material of 
the older man's suit pants.
   Then their lips met.
   It was more than an awkward moment for Martin. Even 
when he had anticipated his time with Berkeley, he had 
never envisioned any kissing going on. In a strange 
way, this contact was more disturbing than any sex act 
he had imagined. It was too personal. 
   While they kissed, first slowly, and then with more 
passion, one of Evan's hand went to his date's crotch, 
and stroked the bulge in the front of the younger man's 
panties. His other hand continued to explore the firm 
flesh of Martin's ass.
   Despite the barrage of sensations, Martin's mind was 
drawn back to his reasons for doing this. It was for 
Judy. He wanted, no... needed for her to succeed. He 
wanted her for himself. And he wondered, would she 
still respect him at all if she could see him now, 
dressed like a girl, and held in the big arms of Evan 
Berkeley.
   " Are you horny now, bitch ? Do you want to be 
fucked ? " Evan taunted. As was his habit, he answered 
the question himself. " Of course you do. I can feel 
how hot you are for me. Let's go to my room. "
   The next move surprised Martin. With little effort, 
the large man lifted his girlfriend into his arms and 
toward the door to his room. Paula followed a few steps 
behind.
   Once in the large room, Evan dropped his date onto 
the bed.
   " You just watch, Paula. I'll show you how a real 
man fucks his bitch. "
   Martin began to roll over onto his stomach to 
present his ass to Berkeley.
   " Not that way, slut. Stay on your back, and spread 
your legs for me. "
   The large man was undressing himself. Martin's eyes 
went back and forth between the wealthy man and his 
personal assistant as he lay back on the bed and spread 
his legs as commanded.
   " Good girl. Take off your panties for me. "
   Martin raised his ass off of the bed, and pulled the 
panties down to his knees. Evan watched with some 
slight amusement at the entrepreneur's butt-plug was 
exposed. Once the panties were off, the large man took 
them, and tossed them towards his young assistant.
   " You can put those back on now Pauline. "
   He laughed to himself as he positioned himself on 
the bed between his girlfriend's nylon covered legs. 
His big cock swayed from side to side as he reached 
forward and groped the fake breasts that Pauline had 
taken so much trouble to put in place.
   " Open your blouse, bitch. I want to see your tits. 
"
   With trembling hands, Martin began to unbutton the 
pink blouse. In the meantime, Evan reached down, and 
took hold of the end of the butt-plug. With a single 
cruel twist, he popped it free, leaving his date's ass 
gaping open for him. 
   The skirt was around Martin's waist now, leaving a 
narrow band of pale flesh visible before his legs were 
covered in the pantyhose. His feet dangled in the air, 
with the little black shoes still on. Evan fondled the 
fake breasts of his girlfriend as he positioned his big 
cock to enter. The head of his tool was moist with pre-
cum, and rubbed against Martin's lubricated hole.
   " Are you gonna squeal like a girl while I fuck you 
? Huh, slut ? I want to hear how much you love it. "
   The first squeal came almost immediately, as he 
pushed his big cock in. It was a squeal of surprise and 
discomfort as Martin felt his tight ass stretch to 
accommodate the larger man. Berkeley was relentless. 
Martin wrapped his legs around the large man, and 
raised his ass off of the bed to try to find a more 
comfortable angle of penetration.
   " That's it, bitch. Wrap those cute little legs 
around me. I can feel how much you want it."
   To prove his point, Evan reached down and grabbed 
hold of Martin's erect cock. The younger man was no 
match for Evan in size, but he was rock hard. The 
combined sexual humiliations of the evening made it 
impossible for Martin to control himself. 
   Like any other bitch who ended up in Evan Berkeley's 
bed, he surrendered himself completely to the obscene 
feelings. Even as the pressure in his tight opening 
increased, he could hear himself moaning in response to 
Berkeley's touch. 
   When the large man was finally buried deeply into 
his ass, the fucking truly began. Just as the large man 
had predicted, Martin squealed with every stroke. The 
intense feelings of the large penis filled him 
completely.
   He looked at himself now, blouse open, and breasts 
bouncing with each thrust. His skirt was pulled up, 
revealing his hairless crotch. His nylon covered legs 
were wrapped around Evan Berkeley, who was fucking him 
with an amused sneer on his face.
   God, let him be done soon, Martin begged. He wanted 
nothing more than to leave this place, and leave behind 
all memory of this wretched evening. 
   His body, on the other hand, was responding 
shamefully to being fucked for the first time by a man. 
Evan continued to stroke his little cock with his big 
fist, bringing Martin dangerously close to orgasm. That 
would be the final degradation. He fought in vain to 
keep the feelings under control.
   Berkeley grunted in unison to his girlfriend's 
squeals.
   " That's right, " he said between breaths. " I know 
you're enjoying this. Do you like that Pauline is 
watching you get fucked ? She sees what a sissy you 
are. You know it too. That's why you're going to take 
my cum, bitch. I'm going to cum deep in your smooth 
little ass. "
   The tempo increased. Every thrust pounded into 
Martin's ass just a little bit further.
   " Say you want it, bitch. "
   It wasn't a question, it was a command.
   " Yes, I want it. "
   Yes, anything to have this over with.
   " Beg for it, slut. "
   Martin tried his best to sound like the desperate 
slut that Berkeley wanted him to be.
   " Oh, please... please... cum in my ass... make me 
your bitch... I want it so bad..."
   The words hung in the air as orgasm hit. Not 
Berkeley first, but Martin. His hairless little cock 
erupted as Berkeley laughed out loud. As his balls 
emptied themselves, his ass tightened rhythmically 
around the cock of the larger man.
   With a final groan, Evan was over the edge too. 
   Martin could only look up at the twisted face of the 
large man as he emptied his cum into Martin's tight 
ass. The fluid felt warm and soothing against the 
stretched walls of Martin's ass. Again and again, the 
large man groaned as his body convulsed. 
   Breathlessly, he looked down on his conquest. His 
expression was unmistakable. It was gloating.
   Berkeley patted the younger man's ass as he pulled 
himself out.
   " You've got the contract, whore, " he said. That's 
exactly what Martin felt like right now. A used whore. 
Berkeley called over to his assistant as he reclined on 
the bed. " You can make sure that our guest finds her 
way out. "
   Paula led Martin back into the bathroom. The warm 
cum began to ooze out of his battered ass while he 
walked. There's no kind of small talk that you can make 
with someone who just watched you become a complete 
whore, Martin thought to himself. He couldn't even meet 
the young woman's eyes. 
   She left him there in the bathroom. Martin changed 
his clothes as quickly as he could, and then found his 
own way out.

    Monday was supposed to be a good day. It would be 
the day that his sacrifice paid off. Martin had spent 
the entire weekend trying to force his mind to let go 
of the images of the things he did for Evan Berkeley. 
He tried to forget the shameful way his body had 
reacted to the unwanted advances. He tried to look 
forward to the inevitable celebration that would follow 
the receipt of the contract. Nonetheless, his body and 
soul still reminded him of the cost, and as he watched 
Judy opening a courier envelope from Berkeley's office, 
the taste of shame lingered on his tongue..
   " Oh, my god... " Judy lifted her dark eyes from the 
page briefly, " we got the contract. The bastard gave 
us the contract. "
   She was stunned. She read the letter a second time 
to make sure it hadn't changed in the meantime. 
Suddenly, there was hope in her face. Joy. 
   Yes, this is what he had wanted.
   He could take some pleasure in this. The staff too 
was shocked by how quickly the fortunes of the small 
marketing firm had changed. The news was so exciting 
that the staff hugged and cheered in triumph. Martin 
hugged each of the girls in turn, enjoying the moment, 
but he didn't feel truly happy until he was in Judy's 
arms.
   She was shaking.
   He held her tightly, and, in that moment, all 
thoughts of Evan Berkeley were banished. This is 
exactly where he wanted to be, forever if he could.
   " We're really going to make it, " Judy whispered 
into his ear. " I can't believe it. "
   The moment was finally broken by a visit from 
another courier.
   It was a flower delivery, actually. Martin wondered 
who the bouquet was for. First, one sick feeling hit 
him in the gut, as he wondered if Evan Berkeley had 
sent them as yet another reminder of their time 
together. But when the delivery driver spoke, he was 
hit with an altogether different kind of blow.
   " Is there a Judy Sinclair here ?"
   Then she escaped Martin's arms. 
   " Who are they from ?" one of the girls asked 
excitedly.
   Judy opened the card.
   " Oh, they're just from Trevor. "
   She didn't get off the hook that easily. The girls 
demanded to know who Trevor was. Judy blushed a little.
   " He's just a guy we used to work with a Pearson. I 
had drinks with on Friday. Really, it's nothing 
serious."
   Martin tried to conceal his feelings. He had worked 
with Trevor on several occasions, and certainly didn't 
want him as competition. Not only was he bright, but he 
was also a bit of an athlete. He was always bragging 
about his college hockey career. If you were to believe 
his stories, he would have made it as a professional if 
it weren't for that knee injury. 
   There was still hope, of course. She had said that 
it was nothing serious. Maybe Martin didn't believe 
that entirely, but it was still hope. And hope had 
brought him this far, hadn't it ?
   
   The rest of the week, the atmosphere in the office 
was electric. They had gone from near dormancy to a 
manic pace in the course of days. Martin and Judy ate 
lunch together nearly every day, and work kept them 
late as well. With all of the new business on their 
hands, Martin could be sure of one thing, Judy wasn't 
going to be seeing much of Trevor these days.
   Surprisingly to Martin, Judy didn't seem to suspect 
anything about what he had done with Berkeley to get 
the contract. Perhaps with everything that was 
happening, she just hadn't stopped to think about it 
much. Martin was more than pleased about it. Every day, 
he thought less about it.
   Then Friday came. Martin came in a bit late after 
running some errands, and found Judy in a very 
different mood.
   " Would you close the door ? " she asked him, as he 
entered the small shared office.
   " Um, okay... is there anything wrong ?"
   Janet paused while he closed the door.
   " I just received another package from Evan 
Berkeley. "
   Martin's heart sank straight through the floor. He 
knew what was coming.
   " Did you really... ?"
   The package was on her desk. There was an unopened 
box, and a note, which Judy held in her hand.
   " I didn't want you to know, " Martin said, without 
thinking. " I mean, it was the only way. I didn't want 
us to lose the business. "
   " God, Martin, I never would have asked you to do 
such a thing. You didn't have to. "
   " Don't worry about me, really. I'm okay with it 
now. The business is what's important. Once we get 
rolling, we won't even need Berkeley any more. "
   Judy set down the note.
   " Right now, though, " she said, " we really do. God 
help us, he has us right where he wants. In this note, 
Berkeley writes about what you did. I tried to skip the 
details, Martin, but..."
   " It's okay. Go on. "
   " He says he wants to send some more business our 
way. One of his Asian partners wants to begin an 
American publicity campaign. It's another huge account. 
The problem is, he wants you again. "
   " What ?" Martin couldn't believe his ears. Berkeley 
couldn't possibly think that he would go through with 
another evening.
   Judy cast her eyes downward.
   " You know I wouldn't ask this of you, except..."
   What was she asking ? Martin held his breath.
   " Well, he says that if you don't do this, we'll 
lose both accounts. I'm so sorry, Martin. I shouldn't 
even have told you. I should have ripped up this 
horrible letter. But, goddamn it, we're so close. This 
last week has been amazing. Please don't think I'm a 
horrible person..."
   " I could never think that of you. "
   " Then you'll do it ?"
   Martin swallowed hard. 
   " Yeah. "

   In the package were further instructions for Martin. 
He read them alone, after the other girls went home. 
   ' Meeting is set for this coming Thursday. Be prompt 
at 7:00 for preparations. Mr. Berkeley and his business 
associates will be present. In preparation, you are to 
wear the enclosed corset every day to help you achieve 
a more feminine figure. In addition, please wear your 
butt-plug each night after your bath until morning, and 
apply the smoothing cream before your morning shower.  
Love,
      Paula'
   Everything about this was wrong. Judy had no idea 
what he was willing to go through for her sake. Not 
only would he be Evan girlfriend again, but the mention 
of 'business associates' made Martin's skin crawl.
   In the package was the tight corset, butt-plug and 
the familiar pink cream. Applying the cream daily 
seemed a little excessive to Martin. Since he visited 
Berkeley's suite a week before, his hair had hardly 
begun to grow back, and seemed to grow in lighter than 
before.
   Nonetheless, he began followed the instructions. At 
least he didn't have the humiliation of doing it in 
front of Paula this time. And when he got horny from 
the butt-plug, at least he could jerk himself off.
   He tried not to think about how much it all aroused 
him, to be doing this for Judy. Each day, he grew 
closer to her at work, and at night, he went to bed 
naked, except for the corset and butt-plug, and dreamed 
about her. When this was all over, he hoped that she 
would be in his arms again.
   At work, he wore an extra undershirt to conceal the 
tightly fitting corset. The restrictive garment limited 
him to light meals, as it stopped his stomach from 
stretching to accommodate more.
   On the bright side, Martin could see that Judy was 
benefiting from sacrifice. Now that the money was 
rolling in from the Berkeley account, she radiated 
success. This was what she had always wanted. She often 
talked about the kind of money they would be making 
after the new Asian account came in. She even had plans 
for hiring another couple of employees. 
   And no sign of her seeing Trevor either.
   If it weren't for the impending Thursday night 
session, Martin would be as excited with the new plans 
as she was. All he could do was wait.

   " Good to see you again, " said Paula, with some 
amusement in her eyes. "We had better get you ready for 
our guests. "
   She led him directly to the bathroom, and waited for 
him to remove his clothing.
   As much as the last time, Martin just wanted to get 
this over with. He hoped, against his instincts, that 
Berkeley would soon tire of him, and move on to other 
conquests. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing 
the tight corset underneath.
   " Oh, my... that looks pretty on you. Your skin is 
quite smooth, and it looks like you may have lost some 
weight too. Wonderful. Mr. Berkeley will be pleased. "
   The same humiliating preparation as had taken place 
on the previous occasion went much more quickly this 
time. He took each humiliation position as Paula 
cleaned him, and chose another set of clothing for the 
evening. This time, it was a light summer dress, and 
the breast inserts were larger. The feeling of the 
cotton dress against his smooth skin was light and 
airy.
   This time, when he looked in the mirror, he hardly 
recognized himself. 
   " Okay, wait in the other room, dear. " Paula said, 
patting Martin on the behind.
   It was a little over a half hour before Berkeley 
arrived with his guests. They were loud coming in, and 
Martin got the impression that they had been drinking. 
He stood to greet them as they came in through the 
conference room.
   " Ah, here's the lovely girl I told you guys about, 
" Evan said loudly.
   The two other men were Asians, and it struck Martin 
immediately that these might be the new ad clients from 
Korea. Berkeley's guests laughed.
   " You say this one is a boy... "
   " Yes, but she likes to be treated like a girl. 
Either of you guys want to try her out ?"
   They nodded in unison.

   Martin was too sore to work on Friday. The two 
Korean men had been so amused to have a 'white boy' 
dressed up like a girl for them, that they had each 
taken multiple turns using his ass and mouth. If Martin 
had ever been unfamiliar with the idea of pleasing a 
man, it was certainly no longer the case. 
   Judy understood. They were busy at the office 
nailing down all of the terms of the new contract.
   As he spoke to her, he thought he could hear one of 
the Koreans talking in the background. Yes, this was 
definitely one meeting that he wanted to miss.
   By Monday, he was anxious to be back at work with 
Judy. He had been thinking about her all weekend.  
   Everything was so hectic around the office, that he 
didn't get much of a chance to speak to Judy. A new 
employee now manned the front desk.
   Wait a second, thought Martin. Aren't we supposed to 
make all of the hiring decisions together ? Granted, 
things were happening quickly, but he was a partner 
here. Still, Judy seemed in her element now. He was 
glad to see her so happy.
   A fresh bouquet was on her desk. From Trevor. 
   " Still nothing serious, " he overheard Judy 
explaining to one of the girls. " We just don't have 
much time to see each other. "
   Martin was glad of that. It was the way he intended 
to keep things.
   Once home, Judy was all he could think about. For 
some reason, he had to fight the temptation to wear the 
butt-plug again at night. There was just something 
about the act of laying in bed, naked and hairless, and 
with a large plug in his ass, that made him feel like 
he was serving Judy's wishes. 
   The next day, they had lunch together, but it was 
all business. Judy was so confident and assertive these 
days, it was really quite a marvel how she had changed. 
No longer was she the 'eye candy' at Pearson Marketing. 
She was her own boss.
   As they finished with office business, Judy closed 
up her briefcase.
   " Oh, there's one more thing, Martin..."
   " Yeah. "
   " It looks like Berkeley wants you again this 
weekend. " Her tone was almost matter-of-fact about it. 
"Don't worry... I'm pretty sure that this is the very 
last time. "
   Martin was stunned by the casual way that she 
brought it up. Had she and Evan Berkeley been talking?
   " I'm not sure I want to..."
   " Look, Martin, you didn't bring us this far just to 
let us fail, did you ? It's only one more time. You've 
already done it twice, so you couldn't be all that 
opposed to it. Just do it for me this one last time, 
and I promise I'll make it up to you. "
   The way she was looking at him made Martin blush. 
Did she know the kind of influence she had over him?
   " Okay. I'll do it once more. "

   There were other disconcerting changes in Judy's 
attitude. With her new confidence, the staff seemed to 
defer all of the important decisions to her desk, and 
she often seemed reluctant to involve Martin in the 
conversations.
   Once more that week, she received flowers from 
Trevor, but this time, she made no disclaimer about 
their relationship.
   Martin's mind raced. Even if Judy had been sharing 
the partnership decisions with him, he wasn't sure he 
could keep his mind on business. All he could think 
about was a way to have Judy for himself.
   He watched her while she worked. She was so 
beautiful and dynamic. Like a force of nature.
   Right now, she needed him. He was her partner, and 
his dates with Berkeley were what was making their 
success possible. It wasn't much, but it was the only 
thin he could give her. That was what he was clinging 
to. There was just a shred of hope, ever so small, that 
he could hold onto her. Maybe after this weekend, when 
Berkeley was done with him, he could rebuild his 
respect in her eyes.
   Each night he returned home, and took his bubble 
bath. He hadn't received any instructions, but he knew 
that Berkeley would want him this way. His skin was 
soft and feminine now, with not a hair to be found. He 
had lost more weight too. Even the butt-plug fit easily 
into place.
   Yes, he felt every bit the sissy.
   For Judy, he reminded himself, as he slid his bare 
flesh under the covers, and began to jerk himself off 
for the first time of the night.

   Paula brought Martin into the bathroom again, and 
waited as he shed his male clothing.
   " Oh, this is very nice, " said the young blonde, 
running her hands along the soft skin of Martin's ass 
cheeks, and tugging gently on the end of his butt-plug. 
He had worn it the whole day today. " I'm sure our 
guests will be pleased. "
   Guests ?
   God, Martin thought to himself, please don't let it 
be the Koreans again. The two men had taunted him 
mercilessly as they fucked him from both ends.
   Paula did her usual job of bathing and dressing him 
like a girl. Tonight it was a tight black evening 
dress, over lacy black panties. As much as he tried, 
Martin couldn't control his arousal. He couldn't deny 
that the feminine transformation now seemed to trigger 
a state of sexual anticipation.
   He waited again for Berkeley. The large man came in 
with an apology.
   " I'm afraid our guests will be a few minutes late, 
my dear. That will give us a little time to get 
started. "
   Berkeley unbuttoned his pants, sat on the edge of 
the sofa.
   Dutifully, Martin dropped to his knees. The size of 
Evan Berkeley's cock was still a little difficult to 
handle, but Martin tried his best to slide it into his 
throat. 
   " I knew you'd be a good slut, right from the start. 
I even told Paula, before you called, that you would be 
a good little whore. Didn't I, Paula ?"
   " Yes sir, " the young woman answered from not far 
away. As always, she was around to attend to any of 
Berkeley's whims. 
   " I want to hear how much you like it. Groan for me 
while you suck, bitch. Show some enthusiasm. "
   Martin began to make the kinds of sounds that 
Berkeley wanted to hear. 
   " Mmmm... mmfff...nnnng..." he groaned against the 
shaft of the large man's cock, while bobbing his head 
hungrily along its length. 
   Berkeley was taking his time tonight. He forced his 
girlfriend to slow down a couple of times, to prevent 
him from cumming before he wanted. All the while, 
Martin continued to make the slutty sounds and slurp at 
the cock like candy. In only a few minutes, his jaws 
ached from the effort.
   Paula answered a knock on the front door, and 
brought the guests in. Berkeley made no move to get up, 
and just smiled at Martin as the new arrivals were led 
into the room.
   " My god, I would never have believed it, " Martin's 
blood ran cold. The voice definitely belonged to 
Trevor, his rival for Judy's affection. While 
continuing his sucking, he twisted his neck to see who 
else had come in.
   Then he saw her.
   It was Judy, watching him with the greatest of 
amusement in her eyes.
   " Didn't I tell you, hon ? " she said to Trevor, " 
Martin is quite the girl now. Look at the way he sucks. 
"
   Martin wanted to scream. Yes, he was being a girl. 
But didn't she know that it was all for her ? That he 
would do anything for her. 
   All of the feelings of the last few weeks were 
coming to a head. Shame. Regret. Jealousy. Corruption. 
Arousal. More arousal than he had ever known.
   He had no idea how it could possibly turn him on to 
be seen like this by her.
   " Keep sucking, slut, " Berkeley growled, and Martin 
continued without even thinking. What he really needed 
was a calm moment to think. Everything was out of 
control. 
   Judy and her new boyfriend stood by, watching as the 
older man grunted in pleasure. The long oral session 
was finally coming to a conclusion. 
   Evan held him by the back of the head now, forcing 
his big cock ever deeper into Martin's throat.
   " That's it whore, suck it all out of me. I'm giving 
you my cum now. "
   Martin sputtered and choked as the thick semen 
filled the back of his throat. He could hear Trevor 
laughing in the background, as he watched his former 
colleague be used as a whore.
   Finally, Berkeley let go of Martin's wig, and 
allowed the young man to lick up the cum that had 
leaked out the corners of his mouth. 
   " Oh, man, that was hot, " said Judy. " It's making 
me wet again. "
   " Why don't you try her out, " Berkeley suggested. " 
I'm sure she wouldn't mind. "
   Martin looked up hopefully. Despite the utter 
humiliation of his position, there was nothing he 
wanted more than to be with Judy. To touch her. To 
serve her.
   That would be worth any cost.
   " I'm not sure, " said Judy, smiling. " Maybe she 
only likes guys. "
   Berkeley looked down at his girlfriend. " Go ahead 
girl, crawl over and show Judy how much you want to 
serve her. "
   On his hands and knees, Martin began to crawl. Yes, 
this is what he wanted. More than anything, he wanted 
to be with Judy. His ass was presented lewdly beneath 
the tight evening dress as he crawled toward her feet. 
Once there, he lowered his face in submission, and 
began to kiss the toes of her shoes.
   " Oh my, with an invitation like that, how could I 
refuse."
   Judy began to work her skirt up her hips, revealing 
that she was wearing no panties. Paula brought over a 
chair for Martin's partner to sit on. She sat at the 
edge of the chair, and spread her legs slightly.
   Martin savoured every glimpse. He drank in the 
details of her dark pubic hair, and the pale beauty of 
her shapely legs. He could smell her perfume as he 
crawled forward, and placed his head between her legs. 
His face was only inches away now from her pussy, and 
his body shook with anticipation.
   Judy spread her legs a little more, and let him take 
his first taste.
   It wasn't what he had expected. Her swollen pussy 
lips were more than wet with lust. They were coated 
with the cum of another man.
   " I hope you don't mind... Trevor and I had some fun 
on the way over, in the back of Evan's limo."
   The irony of it burned through him. While he had 
been sacrificing everything to make Judy a success, she 
had been in the arms of another man, and now, he was 
licking his fresh cum from her pussy.
   He couldn't stop himself. He wanted her so badly. 
Even the bitter taste of Trevor's cum couldn't dampen 
his hunger for her. He face burned red with shame.
   From behind, he could feel someone pulling up the 
edge of his dress.
   " I hope you don't mind, honey, but I'm ready to go 
again. "
   Judy was enjoying her own sensations as Martin 
explored her sloppy pussy.
   " Go right ahead, Trevor. That's what she's here 
for. "
   Martin could feel his dress bunched up around his 
waist, and the black panties being pulled from the 
smooth flesh of his ass. The butt-plug slid out with 
ease. Trevor was kneeling behind him, ready to take 
some pleasure from his ass.
   " Mmmm.... Martin, you're so good at that, " Judy 
cooed. "  I'm going to give you lots of practice, once 
you move in with me. "
   That sounded nice. Anything to be close to Judy. Her 
pussy felt so good against his face.
   " You see, Mr. Berkeley has offered to extend our 
contract indefinitely, as long as I keep you as a girl. 
He'll come by for visits now and then, to see how we're 
doing. In the meantime, he's providing all of the 
hormones that we'll need to give you some nice little 
titties and other girlish curves. You don't mind that, 
do you ?"
   Martin didn't want to think about it. All of his 
attention was centred on her quivering pussy. More of 
Trevor's cum leaked into his mouth, but he didn't care. 
Even the intrusion of his rival's cock from behind 
didn't bother him so much. Judy was close to cumming. 
So very close.
   " Of course, you won't be much use around the 
office, " she continued. " I think I'll have to give 
Trevor your position. You can just stay home, and be 
pretty, my dear. And of course, you can always help us 
to entertain. "
   Her words floated off of him. Only one thing 
mattered, and it came to him now. Judy bucked her hips, 
and filled him mouth a mixture of juices. The orgasm 
extended itself into Martin's own body, and he was lost 
in it.

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