Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER 3 - [Week 2 - Tuesday continued]

At just before six o'clock, Peter closed the door behind Donna's last 'visitor' and looked at his watch.

"One hour for lunch," he announced, walking back into the front room. Donna was leaning with her cheek flat against the wall, arms at her sides, knees on the ottoman. Peter crouched behind her and looked at the small padlock that was dangling between her legs. It was wet, a long string of cum stretched to the inside of her right thigh just above the knee. The rest of the small gold chain and the rings were soaked as well, a web of cum that dripped onto the leather underneath her.

Peter helped her stand, walked her slowly to the dining room. He gently lowered her onto a donut-shaped air cushion. That put all of her weight on her thighs, leaving the chains and padlock hanging free beneath her. She looked at him and smiled. Between the pain killers he'd been giving her all day and the pillow he put on the chair, he was almost being tender. Protecting his investment was more like it.

Room Service knocked and a woman in a stiff white uniform wheeled in a tray with their dinner. She looked at Donna but didn't show any surprise. Donna understood. This was Peter's regular suite, she'd probably seen it all. Even a naked woman, hair matted, dripping with sweat and cum sitting on a blow-up cushion didn't faze her. What else had she seen? Donna didn't want to think about it.

She looked down at the plate. Prime rib. Medium. Exactly as she liked it. Peter had done his homework, but why did he care? He puzzled her.

"You held up incredibly well today," Peter said as he stabbed at his salad. Donna didn't answer.

"How do you think Rod is going to like your new jewelry?" he taunted. Donna looked up at him. Rod was part of the ink-and-piercing generation but wasn't this a bit much? And why did Peter bring him up? Why Rod specifically? She was more worried about Todd. Terrified in fact. She could hide herself from Roger and Steve, service them with her ass or mouth if she had to, but Todd. Todd saw her naked all the time. Coming in and out of the shower. Dressing for bed. Changing clothes. How could she hide from him?

"Hmmm? Is Rod going to want to stick his little rod up your backside? Is he a kinky little fuck?" Peter took a sip of wine and looked up at her. "Dump him. You haven't got the time. You can't afford the distraction."

Donna nodded. He was right. Rod had been a fling, a release for her. Todd was her respectability, Roger and Steve were career moves but Rod had been just for fun. And he was fun, a lot of fun. The incredible energy he had, the ripped body, the kinks he read about online then wanted to try on her. He was all fun. But she had no more time for fun. She couldn't afford it anymore.

Donna took a drink of wine, careful not to drink too much, worried about mixing the pain killers with the alcohol. Peter said nothing for the rest of the meal. Donna felt herself dozing off twice, but managed to snap back.

A little before seven, Peter walked Donna into the foyer. He dragged one of the armchairs into the middle of the room and told her to stand on it. He held her hand while she climbed up onto the chair and waited for her to get her balance.

"Good," Peter said. "Now, arms behind your back." Donna complied. "And spread your knees just a bit." Donna did, squatting and feeling the tug on the rings between her legs. He nodded and said, "push your hips just a bit forward. There. Now, stay *just* like that."

At seven, there was a knock on the door. Peter patted Donna's bottom and said, "I have a surprise for you." He walked backward across the room, watching her face. "A special someone." She was nervous and it showed. He walked slowly, staring straight into her eyes. She didn't know what was coming but she knew from his face that he'd been planning this for a long time ago. That had to be a reason he wanted her positioned just so. "I want you to make him feel welcome. You know. Like you always have." As he got closer to the door and his grin grew wider, she understood. Knew why he had been talking so much about Rod. She whispered, "Peter...please...no..."

Rod stepped through the door quickly, high-fiving Peter and taking a drink from a bottle of beer. "So, what's the big surpri..." Rod froze in mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Donna's naked body. "What the fuck?" he muttered, tilting his head slightly. He looked at Peter then back at Donna.

"So, Rod," Peter said, putting his arm around the man's shoulders. "She's gonna kind of be hanging out with me from now on." Rod nodded dumbly, his mouth hanging open. Donna stared at him, crushed and humiliated. "You should be leaving now. Before you go, would you like one last shot at her? You know, one for the road?"

[Week 2 - Thursday]

Donna was a nervous mess by the time she got to the hotel. She'd somehow managed to avoid being naked in front of Todd for the last two days and was able to walk and sit without feeling more than a dull throb between her legs. She's mentioned the idea of a piercing to Todd but it was a halfhearted ruse. Once he saw it, he'd know something was going on. She would never go this far on her own without talking to him.

The bellman and the manager watched her as she walked across the lobby. The manager smiled and nodded. She wasn't sure how to respond, she just tried to avoid his eyes and hurry to the elevator. As the doors closed behind her, she felt the elevator floor drop half an inch, felt the lock move against her panties. It sent a momentary tingle across her cunt. She pressed the button for the suite and leaned against the side wall. Gently, she pressed her hand against the front of her skirt, pressed just above her clit. It felt good. Her cunt lips swelled slightly and she felt the rings. She pressed her clit harder, felt the juices start to flow. The elevator got closer and closer and she rubbed faster. The orgasm was out there, but it kept retreating as the suite got closer. Something was wrong she knew it, but she had no idea what. Maybe her body knew what was coming and was bracing itself. Maybe she just associated the suite with not-cumming. She gave up, sighed and waited for the door to open.

Peter told her to strip naked and come into the bedroom. Donna took off her clothes and carried them with her. She put them in the top drawer of the dresser then turned and looked at Peter.

"Where?" she asked.

Peter smiled. She knew the drill already. "No, not yet." He said. Donna looked at him, puzzled.

"Do you remember what I told you when we started this little dance?" he asked.

Donna thought back. "You said a lot of things."

"Yes, I did. But it all boiled down to one thing, didn't it? You're a whore who's used to using her cunt to get what she wants. How has it felt to not have anything in it for two weeks?" He paused. "Except for our friend Scott, of course. You do remember that mistake, don't you?" Donna nodded weakly. "How does it feel to be an ass slut? From a virgin ass to an ass slut in two weeks. Actually, I'm quite impressed."

"I didn't have a choice," she growled.

"No. No, you didn't. Well, not much of a choice anyway," Peter grinned. "So now, you've taken two little steps on the path. The first was learning to enjoy anal sex..."

"I don't enjoy it."

"You will. Learning to enjoy anal sex and having your hot...little...snatch closed for business. Permanently." She gave him a puzzled look and he waved his hand in the air. "There is no key to that little lock."

Donna's eyes widened with fear. Was he playing with her? Or crazy? Or both? She looked at him, trying to gauge his next step.

"In fact, it really isn't so much a lock at all. But I'll explain all of that to you later."

"You said I've taken two steps. Toward what?"

"Toward becoming the opposite of what you were." Peter stood up and went to the closet. "Can't you guess?" He opened the door and took out a suitcase. He looked at her but she just shook her head. He set the suitcase on the bed and opened it.

"Now this..." he said, pressing numbers into a keypad that locked the contents of the case. "...this is something I've put a lot of work into." The lock clicked and Peter opened the lid of a smaller box. "Donna, you showed up at a very critical point for me." He lifted something out of the box. It was a belt. He handed it to her. "Please. Put this on." Donna looked at it. There was nothing particularly unique about the belt and she wondered what he meant.

"Donna, do you have *any* idea what I'm talking about?" Peter asked, a wicked smile in his voice.

"No," she said, tugging the belt into place.

"I am going to change you from a soft, sensuous woman with a velvet pussy she uses to get what she wants..." he pulled a long flesh-colored dildoe out of the case and dangled it in front of her face "...into a man."

Donna laughed but Peter didn't move. She looked at his face, watched his eyes. He wasn't kidding. Given what she'd seen of him so far, she knew that he meant something more than fastening a strap-on to her hips. She thought about the piercings, the endless stream of men he was able to produce who preferred anal, of the conversation with one of them about steroid enhanced bodybuilders. Peter was clearly insane and she was now in his sights. He might do anything. She began to feel nervous but tried to stay composed.

"Now, I really don't want to do anything surgical," he said. She tried to hide her reaction but failed miserably. Her face went white. She was scared now. The way he said it meant that it had been a real possibility to him. "But, I do use hormones and chemicals. I'll tell you more about that later, but first I want to show you something. Something special I made just for you."

He took two smaller belts out of the box and several small wires and metallic boxes. "Put your arms up behind your head, that's a good girl." Peter knelt in front of her and wrapped the two smaller straps around the tops of her thighs. He pushed a thin wire into her anus and pressed a small device between her closed cunt lips, just below her clit. Then, he connected the eight-inch long penis to a series of metal protrusions from the three belts.

"There," he said, standing up and admiring his work. He walked her into the bathroom and stood her in front of the mirror. She stared at the cock between her legs. It looked realistic, more like a cock sticking out from some kind of fetish harness than a strap on.

"Now, for the surprise," Peter said. He ran his hand over the head of the artificial cock and Donna felt a surge of pleasure flood through her clit. He stroked it over and over slowly and she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and moaned. It didn't take more than two minutes for her to cum.

She looked at him puzzled. "What the hell did you do?"

Peter smiled. "Been having trouble cumming since we did the piercings?"

She nodded, staring down at the cock in his hand, wanting him to start stroking her again.

"Let me tell you about your jewelry. The chain and the rings are hollow. And the lock," he bent down and lifted it with two of his fingers. "The lock is actually a small reservoir for the hormones and chemicals you're being fed." He swung it back and forth gently. "I also mix them into the lube that's been so liberally pumped into your backside. It has a few special effects. One of them is that it numbs your clit." He stroked the head of the cock and she gasped. "Now, this new device puts out sub-sonic waves that counteract the effect. Wild isn't it? How the chemicals and the sound vibrations work together?" He was excited, he sounded like a kid describing a science project. But it was working. As he stroked the cock, she sucked in her breath hard, felt the orgasm building. This time, Peter stopped before she came. He smiled. "Now this cock is mine to control. You know. Just like you used to do when you wanted to manipulate a man?"

Donna stared at him, stared at the cock, stared at Peter again. "And I have to wear this all day Tuesday and all day Thursday?" Peter smiled. "You might find yourself wanting to wear it more. You know.  If you enjoy cumming, that is." Donna looked at him and felt the shame coursing through her. She knew he was right.

"And, there's one more feature you need to know about." Peter slipped two fingers up her ass and she shuddered, the feeling registered in her clit. "When you wear the cock, your ass has a different type of sensitivity. Looks like you noticed that," he said. "Let's see how well it works. Not the cockhead, but the ass. Tonight's still ass whore time." There was a knock at the door and he turned to her and smiled. "But I think you're going to cum this time. Let's get started."

The first one was a shy looking man in tan slacks and a bowling shirt. He went into the bedroom where Donna was laying underneath the covers, as he'd asked Peter to have her. "Close your eyes while I take off my clothes," he said meekly. Donna closed her eyes, listened as the man unbuttoned and unzipped and slid out of his underwear. He climbed into bed beside her and kissed her on the cheek. Donna rolled toward him and felt his hands on her chest, rubbing clumsily at her breasts. He kissed her mouth tentatively, running his tongue over her lip, trembling underneath the sheets. She smiled. He was likely to cum before he even entered her.

The little man whispered in her ear, "roll over please," and she did, burying her face in the pillow, careful to position the fake cock flat underneath her so he wouldn't notice it. The man climbed on top of her and rubbed his own cock between her ass cheeks. Donna raised her bottom off the bed and reached her left hand around to guide him in. As his cock slid between cheeks and into her ass, she felt the tingle along her cunt lips and then at her clit. He started sliding in and out of her and she felt her clit come to life.

Donna looked up and saw Peter standing at the door, arms crossed, a huge smile on his face. He pointed at the case and smiled. The man on top of her grunted and pushed his small cock into her ass, surprised at the wild ride he was getting. Donna was moaning and jerking up against him, clenching and releasing her sphincter, awash with the sensations it produced in her clit.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, oh fuck me, please, harder," she begged the small man. He froze in mid stroke and pushed himself up with his arms. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he barked. "So my dick is a little bit smaller than you're used to." His voice sped up, an annoying whine that grated on her ears. "I'll be you're used to big fat monster cocks up inside your whore hole, isn't that right?" Donna didn't listen, all of her attention was focused on the slight sensations she was getting from clenching her ass muscles on his cock. She started moving up and down, fucking him while he stayed still and chattered. "Oh, so you like it when I talk dirty to you, is that it?" he started. "Yes, yes, talk dirty to me," she muttered. Whatever the fuck, she thought, just keep that little twig of a prick up inside me.

The man pumped four or five more times but then went rigid and shot his cum into her. Then, he pulled out and got off of the bed. "There, that'll do it for you, eh?" he crowed, puffing out his chest and glaring at her. "Maybe I'll come back. For twenty bucks, you aren't a bad ride."

His words didn't register immediately, Donna was trying to think of a way to get him back inside of her but he was clearly finished for the day. While he was getting dressed, his words came back to her. "Twenty dollars"? Peter was pimping her out as an ass whore for twenty dollars?

She got to her knees on the bed and looked at Peter. He was making notes in his little book, finally turned and noticed her. He pointed to the cock dangling between her legs. "Interesting feeling, isn't it?" he asked. "You looked like you were going to cum. I think my device is a success." He put the notebook back in his pocket. "We'll see."

Donna sat back on her heels, felt the pressure along the insides of her legs and clenched her ass. The rush immediately went to her clit. Peter saw her face and smiled.

"I noticed you went to lunch with Betty from the office yesterday," he said. "That must have been quite an experience, sitting there trying to act normal with your new jewelry between your legs."

Donna put her head down. "Yes. Yes, it was." It had been. Betty was another friend from work Donna occasionally confided in. They'd made the lunch date weeks ago and Donna couldn't break it. The initial shock of the piercings had worn off and she'd spent all Wednesday morning experimenting with sitting positions to find the ones that caused the least discomfort. She was surprised but noticed right off that it wasn't pain. In fact, she imagined that if she'd made the choice herself, the rings would be something of a turn on. Her attention was shifted to her cunt everytime she made the slightest motion. Even a turn of the head during a phone call caused a tiny tweak somewhere along the series of rings and chains.

Lunch with Betty lasted over an hour and Donna had found herself rambling over and over. Betty asked her about it several times - was something bothering her? Was there something she wanted to get off her chest? Donna always answered "no" and Betty didn't push. But both of them knew there was something secret in the air.

"I'm going to eventually take over the rest of your life, you know that, don't you?" Peter taunted. "Why don't you just come clean with her? In fact, why don't you seduce her? It can be one of your first acts as a man." Donna stared at him. Was he serious? Things were getting stranger with him and she didn't know what to believe.

"I'm just kidding," Peter said with an edge of contempt in his voice. "I don't want you touching other women. Not yet." She looked at him puzzled. What did that mean? No. Not yet.

There was a knock at the door and Peter looked at his watch. "Oh, I lost track of the time." He pointed at the closet. "Go in there and find the white shirt and tan slacks and put them on." He got up and walked into the main room while she went to the closet. Inside were a wide variety of men's clothes. She wondered if Peter lived here or if he shared it with other men with the same kinds of kinky taste? She found a white shirt and tan pants on the same hangar, along with a pair of plaid boxer shorts and a tie. She slid the pants on, tucked the cock to the left. The pants were snug around her hips, loose around the waist. That made sense to her, men's cut and women's bodies didn't work well together. She slipped the white shirt on and worked quickly to button it on, the buttons and holes on the wrong side slowed her down.

Peter came into the room a minute later with a tall, slim man with long black hair. He was wearing very tight jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Rex, say hello to Don." Peter waved his hand indicating Donna.

Rex looked her up and down, looked at Peter, then examined her again. He nodded. "Drop 'em, cowboy," he said. Peter held up his hand. "No, no, remember what I said." Rex rolled his eyes and snorted. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Peter led Donna to the edge of the dresser, turned her face toward the wall and made her lean over. He reached around and unbuttoned the pants, then slid them just over her bottom. He fastened his belt around the pants, tying them in place just below her ass.

"I don't want you seeing his cock," Peter said to Rex. "And no reaching around, he's being denied. Do you understand?"

"Sure, whatever the fuck, Peter," Rex grumbled. Donna's head was swimming. What the hell was Peter talking about?

She felt Rex's legs pressing up against hers from behind, felt his cock between her ass cheeks, heard him spit and felt his hand wiping it up and down his shaft. "Hold yourself open, Don," Peter said quietly. Donna reached her hands behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks open. Rex slid up and down, found her anus and plunged in. His cock was long and thin, she immediately felt the tingle in her clit and started moaning.

"You take a lot of cock, don't you, Don?" Rex said in what he hoped was a sexy voice. "Yeah," Donna moaned. Rex slid back and forth slowly, his hands massaging her shoulders. "I like it slow. How do you like it? You like it rough? Or slow?" Donna wanted him to shut up and fuck her but didn't know what to say. "I like what you like, baby," she purred. Rex spanked her ass with his hand and sped up. "Well I like it fast, so here's to it!" He sped up, fucking deep and quick, all the time spanking her bottom, alternating side to side, faster and slower to match his strokes. Donna came quickly and Rex commented, "hey! You don't see that everyday. Yum!" He kept fucking her ass, spanking her, and talking to her about how he liked it rough, how Don could fuck him when he was finished, how he could do a reach-around if Don wanted. Donna shook her head and cried, "deeper, deeper, fuck me, dammit!" She came again, clenching down on Rex. "Damn! You're gonna yank that thing off!" he yelled, finally pushing deep inside Donna's ass and cumming. He pulled out with a wet "plop" noise and gave her bottom one last slap.

"Peter, you may have found the perfect ass," he said. Peter laughed. "No, I don't think so. Not yet anyway, but he's certainly coming along." Peter stepped forward and undid the belt, pulled the pants up around Donna's waist, and redid the button. She felt the cum ooze out of her ass and down her leg, soaking the inside of the pantlegs, trickling down her thigh.

Rex left and Peter came back into the bedroom.

"I have a whole new world for you to conquer. Take off that outfit and put it in the hamper. Then change into another set of men's clothes and meet me in the front room."

Donna stripped and threw the outfit in the hamper. She went to the closet and found another hangar, put on the clothes. In the living room, Peter was sitting in the armchair again, a glass of wine in his hand. "All right. Time for your next trick." He took a sip of the wine. "I'm sure you know what a glory hole is, don't you?"

"Yes. It's something in the bathroom of a gay bar..." Her voice faded off as she realized what he had in mind. Her ass twitched but her stomach twisted in a knot.

Donna leaned her forehead against the toilet bowl and felt her entire body shudder as she came again. The man on the other side of the bathroom wall felt it too and shot his cum up into her ass. Without a word, he withdrew and she heard the door of the stall swing open and shut. There was a knock on the other side. "You ready?" a voice asked. She saw a half-stiff cock poke through the glory hole in front of her face and opened her mouth. She sucked it erect then spun around and pushed her ass onto it hard. "Yeah, oh, that's it," she heard the voice say. He pumped for five or six minutes before he came. She came twice in that time.

Peter had snuck her into the bathroom of the bar two hours earlier with clear instructions to the bartender - a friend of his named Ricky - that his new friend "Don" was to get the whole glory hole treatment. There was a knocking code for oral and one for anal and she learned it quickly. Between fucks, she sat on the toilet and watched eagerly for the next cock to come through the little hole. She felt like a bird looking for worms, a hunter watching for prey.

By two a.m. when Peter came back for her, she'd serviced twenty guys, two orally, the rest anal. Ricky reported rave reviews as the two of them slipped out the back door and into Peter's car.

[Week 3 - Tuesday]

As soon as Donna showed up at six o'clock, Peter led her into the bedroom. This time, he had her attach the strap on and lay naked on the bed, legs spread, cock lying flat across her belly. He turned on the television and went into the other room to turn on the player. The screen came alive and Donna was watching gay porn, two men talking at a bar, lust clear in their eyes, their muscular bodies nearly ripping out of the business suits they were wearing.

Peter came back into the room. "Watch and learn," was all he said, then he walked out and pulled the door closed. She heard it lock behind him and settled down on the bed. Hour after hour, an endless stream of men stripped and fucked in front of her. She watched them touch each other, a strong hand running lightly over a muscular, tanned belly. Then, a mouth opening, the head of a cock guided between the wet lips. Almost involuntarily, she slid her hand down her belly and started stroking her new cock. She stopped, disgusted at the thought, jerked her hand away. The show kept on relentlessly. The men fucked in pairs, in three and fours, orgies of sweaty, heavily muscled, tan men sucking and fondling each other's cocks and balls. She turned her head away but couldn't help turning back. She cupped her hand now and stroked the head of the cock, feeling the electric thrill in her cunt. It was impossible not to respond to the raw sexual energy on the screen even though the players were all men. Their lust was right on the surface, they held nothing back, and she felt it too. The stiff, swollen cocks looked as good to her as they did to any of the actors. Maybe better. She stroked her cock and came, came again, raised her hips and pushed two fingers into her ass. She felt her ass hungry for cock, she closed her eyes and dreamed of the glory hole and her all-night-long cockfest.

At one point, Peter opened the door silently and watched her. She didn't even notice, her eyes were closed and her hands were wildly pumping her cock and ass. He smiled and went back into the other room. In all, Donna marinated in homosexual lust for six solid hours. Just after noon, the door opened and a man entered. She knew him, she'd ass-fucked him at least twice already. He had only a small, barely workable cock but it didn't matter. She wanted someone to fuck her ass, someone, anyone. Hell, any *thing*. Before he could say anything, she got to her knees and reached for him, begging him to come and fuck her ass. He saw the strap on and pulled back but she turned her back to him, dropped her shoulders to the bed and raised her ass high, opened her legs wide. "Please, please, oh fuck, please. Deep up my ass, deep..." He smiled, remembering her hesitation that first night and her general lack of interest the other two times. Now, she was cock hungry and all anal. She'd finally come around.

When he was finished, Peter handed her a long, thin dildoe. "A little something for your ass," he said, then left her alone with the movies for four more hours. She came over and over and was laying exhausted on the bed when he came in holding a glass of cold water.

"All right. It's nearly five and I've scheduled something special for you." He took a sip. "Would you like some?" She shook her head. "Come on, you're going to dehydrate." She took the glass and drank it down eagerly. "Come into the front room," he said.

"Get me the telephone." Donna got up and picked up the telephone. She untangled the wire and brought it across the room to him. "Hold it," he said. Donna held the base in her hands while he dialed. "We're free now." Peter smiled and hung up the phone. "Put it back and get comfortable," he said.

Donna set the phone back on the desk and looked around. "Get comfortable" was a tall order with Peter in the room. She just sat on the edge of the sofa.

There was a knock on the door and Peter told Donna to answer. Two well dressed men came into the room, each pushing a small trolley with the hotel's insignia. They looked Donna up and then, consulted with Peter in the other room, then came back and smiled to her, invited her to sit in a chair they placed in the center of the room.

For the next two hours, the men worked on grooming her. What little makeup she still wore was removed, including mascara and eyeliner. They removed her finger and toenail polish, cut her nails all the way down. Her lashes were trimmed short and her brows thinned. One of the men produced a pair of scissors and they cut her hair into a nice men's style. Then, they dyed it a dark brown color with highlights. Donna recognized it immediately and turned to Peter in a panic. It was a hairstyle currently very popular with the gays in town. The pieces of Peter's plan were making sense to her now and she was scared. She shook her head and pleaded with him, "no, no, you aren't going to..." Peter left the room. The proceeded with some darkening skin tone around the eyes and rubbed something across the bottom of her jaw that left her with just-shy of a five-o-clock shadow.

When the men were finished with her grooming, they opened the other cart and fitted out two different outfits for her. One was more casual, khaki pants, boxer shorts, and a open-necked pullover top. The other was business-casual, a powder blue shirt, dark trousers, and a tie. They provided two sets of men's shoes and socks. One of them slipped a gold watch on her wrist. Finally, she was doused with a none-too-subtle men's cologne.

One of them called Peter back into the room. He looked at her and quickly complimented them. "Amazing work. Thank you." Donna stared at him. He raised his right arm, he was carrying the case. "Let's finish getting you ready." He put the belts and the cock unit back on her, showed her how to tuck it down so it lay against the inside of her left leg. "It doesn't swell and shrink, it'll be stiff all the time. So, when you're wearing it, just keep it down like this," he explained. She nodded, confused but eager to have him touch it again.

"I want you dressed like this from now on, do you understand?"

"When we're together."

"No. All the time."

She panicked. "I can't. I can't go to work like this, I can't go home like this, I..."

"What part of 'you will do this' don't you understand?" Peter said in a slow measured voice, as if he were talking to a child.

"Peter, you can't do this..."

"Please don't pretend you can tell me what I can and can't do. You know the stakes and you know your options." Donna dropped her head, defeated again. This was the end of her life as she knew it. Dress as a man at work? Her last option for power and career success taken away from her?

"Let's go, you have appointments to keep," Peter clapped his hand, led her to the car and back to Ricky's. She spent the rest of the night naked in the stall, servicing the two openings in the men's room. One of them offered to suck her off if she put her cock through the hole. Her head swum as she considered it but knew better and politely declined.

[Week 3 - Wednesday]

"Roger?" Donna whispered. Roger looked down at her and smiled. There was something about the new haircut he couldn't resist. "Fuck my asshole," she said.

"You're getting a little twisted on me, aren't you, honey?" Roger complained. He stared at her, feeling a little different now. When she'd showed up at work this morning with the new haircut, he'd not even recognized her at first.  He'd never realized how boyish her face looked without makeup. And the outfit - some new fashion evidently. It wasn't just a business suit, it was a men's suit. An actual men's suit.

For some reason, it turned him on to no end when she walked into his office and said hello. That voice coming from that body gave him a hard-on and he told her to meet him at lunchtime for a quickie. Their quickie had turned into an all afternoon suck-fest. She was relentless, wouldn't take off her briefs, worked his cock with her mouth like the hungriest whore he'd ever seen.

Now, she wanted him to fuck her up the ass. He'd done it before, but this felt different. She was demanding. She was denying him her pussy. And that wasn't her choice.

Roger had known all along that she was playing him, trying to use him to get ahead. It worked out for both of them so far, but now she was getting demanding and that wasn't right. Women shouldn't even be in the fucking job market, let along making demands. She was bright and she fucked well, so he'd kept her around but things were changing.

"No. Spread your legs and let me at that pussy," he said. Donna slurped his balls, stroked his cock with her hand, trying to distract him. "My tight little ass wants to be fed..."

"Didn't you hear me? Pussy. Cunt. You know? Snatch. I want to feel that nice wet pussy of yours. Or aren't you interested in working here anymore?"

Donna's brain was scrambling desparately, what could she say or do? "Okay, baby, give me a second though." She moved her mouth further between his legs, took his balls into her mouth and slurped his ass with her tongue. He'd never felt anything like that and when she reached with her hand and stoked his cock head gently, he shot a wad of cum into the air. "Grrrr!!!" he growled, his cock jerking and sputtering all over. She slurped and licked, making as much noise as she could, trying to keep him aroused and distracted. He finally stopped jerking up and down and put his arms up underneath his head. "Yeah, that was it, baby." She sighed and lay her head on his belly.

"You can fuck my pussy next time, honey," she whispered, aware it would never happen but aware that he didn't know it.

When she got home, she saw a note from Todd that he was working late. She was relieved and went upstairs to the bedroom to change. She stripped out of the men's suit and put on her flowing nightgown. She pulled on a pair of panties, thinking through her plan for dodging Todd again. She would make his favorite dinner, give him head and plead tired, head for bed early. It would buy her at least one more day and that was all she could hope for anymore.