A Story Collected by Djian

Undercover Humiliation

Collected by Djian
F/f, humil, reporters, Salad dressing?

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Undercover Humiliation
cowgirl

Two female reporters go undercover to understand young
secretaries lurid behavior toward older female
executives they work for.

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(F/FF, MC, Humil, Clothing Fetish, Humor, Carrots?)

We found the next name on the list and drove to the house. The door was
opened by a woman in her forties dressed as, of all things, a Playboy Bunny.

"Bernice Vallens?" I asked.

She moved to shut the door in my face, but I stuck my foot in
the door just in time.

"Ow--you stupid dope!" I cried in pain. "What's wrong with you? We just wanna talk with you a second."
I winced down at the scuff mark on my high heel, and throbbing toe inside it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so stupid sometimes," she whimpered, as she
fetched a napkin.

Kate and I watched astounded as the woman dropped to her hands and knees and buffed the smear off my smudged high heel.

I exchanged a puzzled look with Katie, who was desperately
trying not to giggle. She was around forty and a few pounds
overweight, her large breasts pleasantly strained across her
little pink bunny suit, black pantyhose, pink high heels and
matching pink bow-tie and cuff links! I pretended shock, but I
kept shamefully watching this grown woman kneeling on the floor
with her cotton tail bobbing in the air.

"Get up, for God's sake, ma'am. Miss Vallens! We need to talk with
you," I ordered.

I could feel my face begin to flush. She got up off the floor then led
us into the living room. I heard Katie gasp, and followed her gaze to
the crotch of Miss Bernice Vallens' leotard, which had been cut out,
exposing her bare sex. When Bernice caught Katie and I staring, her
hands darted down and covered herself, her cheeks burning a rosy red.
"Hi Bernice, my name is Jennifer and that is Katie. We're reporters
for the Sentinel, and we'd like to ask you a few questions." I tried as
seriously as possibly, considering her revealing costume. Bernice
shifted uneasily.

"About what?"

"Well for starters, about how you're dressed?" Katie blurted
with a smirk.

"I--It's a costume -- just a joke -- really," Bernice stammered, intimidated
by Katie's boldness. I peered across to Katie, who winced apologetically
back. Sometimes that girl had no tact at all.

I got up and sat next to Bernice on the couch. I noticed how my closer
presence made her uncomfortable. I secretly relished how much more docile
this woman was than Melinda Stensen, and was relieved Kate was letting me
run the investigation, or maybe I was just relieved I wasn't going to pieces
on this one! I noticed a plate of some very conspicuous carrots on the coffee
table, and reached for one, since we hadn't stopped for breakfast.

"Do you mind?" I asked.

Bernice looked like she did, but nodded. Picking one up, I brought
it to my face, halting at my nose – I sniffed a very familiar fragrance.
A very *ahem* non - carrot fragrance.

Bernice cringed with guilt, as tears welled in her eyes.

"Bernice, we're working on a story, and we've gotten some reports
of some unusual business going on at the company you work for, Noricom.
"What do you do for Noricom Miss Vallens?" Kate asked.

"uh... I'm an executive. I'm actually... the Personnel Manager." The
woman dressed as a bunny, quietly whispered.

"Gee is *that* what they're wearing at the office these days?"
Kate chided under her breath, as Bernice winced a hurt little look.

A thousand questions blazed through both our minds, but we
kept our composure. Kate's eyes sparkled wildly, as I clutched
tighter to the carrot in my hand, watching as Bernice’s embarrassed
eyes kept flickering down to it. It was all so silly, yet there
was nothing silly about the expression on Bernice Vallen's face,
and Kate and I weren't laughing anymore as my breath quickened
and I continued to talk.

"Now, Miss Vallens... Bernice? Don't worry, what you do here in
the privacy of your own home isn't what we're after, and we'll hold
it in strictest confidence, I promise. But you must admit... "

I assured her, teasing the carrot closer and closer to her face as I spoke.

" ...there is *something* strange going on at Noricom, right?"

I watched in astonishment, while Bernice moistened her lips in the
air as my carrot drew near.

She gave a small moan, when I quickly teased it away from her lips, before
finally giving her a little bit, which she slurped. But the woman's face grew
crimson as she turned to Kate. She removed it from her mouth and pleaded,

"Please--please, it's bad enough as it is. Don't let her look at
me like that. I--I--I just can't... help myself."

I caught Katie looking as if she were about to puke.
"Katie, why don't you take notes," I suggested.

"Thank you," Bernice replied in a ladylike voice. As soon as Katie
looked away, much to my astonishment, she promptly shoved the
carrot into her sex and pumped away. She squirmed on the sofa as her
hips humped against her orange lover.

I just stared, sitting up pert in astonishment while Kate dropped
her pencil. I reached for Bernice's hand, but she fought against me!

I hissed, "Stop it! Stop it you little slut," as I forced the carrot.

"Please," she begged. After much whimpering, and my many
frantic looks to Kate for what to do, Kate finally shrugged, as
clueless as me on this one. I finally let her resume, pulling the
carrot from her slowly fucked wet slit every so often to induce
a response.

"Tell me about it first Bernice, tell me from the beginning..."
Katie had picked up her pencil, but wasn't even pretending
to write. I knew this wasn't how reporters were supposed to
get stories, but hell, you do what you have to for *the story*.
Bernice spread her thick thighs wide.

"I--I'll tell you... after," she promised.

"No, you'll tell us now." Kate whispered, as I slowly began to
ease the carrot from her pussy in warning.

"Wait--wait... aaaah, it all... I guess it all started when my
secretary Tyler got back from her vacation."

"Go on Bernice," I encouraged, as I slipped the carrot
back inside her again.

"Not 'Bernice'. Just...'Bunny', please. Everyone calls me that now,"
the older woman added. A delicious shudder hung in 'Bunny's' voice
at the degrading pet name she'd insisted on.

"Okay... *Bunny*... tell me..." I inwardly smirked, eager for juicy
details now.

"...It all started months ago. I wasn't like this back then. I
didn't even own a bunny suit, and never wore one at home. I was
just like every other female executive at Noricom, honest!"

"Oh, we believe you" I said as I induced more of the story from her.

"One day I sat there in my office staring dumbfounded at my
secretary, Tyler, wondering if I'd heard her correctly.

"Excuse me Tyler, what was that again?" I asked her, trying to shake
off her playful smirk as she spoke. Tyler was a perky girl, but I
insisted she always addressed me politely and respectfully.

"I just was saying... that you're good looking enough to even be
on one of those, you know... exotic Internet sites. You know,
they're not all skinny young blonde girls with silicone ta ta's out
to here." Tyler gestured past her pert smallish chest as she
cheerfully held out her hands to some Imaginary D cups suspended
in space before her.

"Well, thank you, I suppose. Whatever prompted that comment?"
I smiled, more perplexed than offended at Tyler’s' clumsy compliment.

"Oh, I know it's silly, but a bunch of the guys down in the
service department are always ogling those nudie porno sites,
and you'd be surprised at what some of them are like. There are
all sorts of different kinds and stuff. There are even all these
sites with older classy looking women too."

I was stunned.

If Tyler weren't so sincere, I'd be insulted. But at least I was flattered
she would think me in the "classy older woman" category in the bizarre
little fantasy game of hers, I suppose.

"Tyler, what's got into you?" I said, trying to hide my blushing.

"Sorry ma'am. It's true those older gals are probably just feeling
lucky that someone's looking at them at all, huh? " Tyler said,
eyeing me up and down with a conspiratorial wink.

"Well, I think * lucky's* a bit strong. I'd imagine the kind of
classy woman you're talking about would be too secure to give two
cents what a bunch of pervy clods were thinking about -- " I tried
before she cut in again.

"Some guys even seem to have this thing for... kind of overweight
women, with hanging... well... I know this sounds kinda gross, but
they call them "saggers", as in saggy breasts? It makes me kinda huffy,
'cause I just know, even at your age, there are a lot of guys who would
just... well..." Tyler's voice trailed off as I frowned a little.

"Honest Miss Vallens, you could make a lot of money, really!" She beamed.

"I already make *a lot of money* Tyler! Honestly! Saggers?
Now Tyler -- really!" My face reddened at the thought.

"No Miss Vallens, I didn't mean -- I only meant -- you're way
above all those other... well... other..." My secretary's chirpy voice
trailed off self-consciously.

"Listen, honey, as tempting as a career change making nickels an
hour parading around in the buff on the Internet MAY be, I think
my time's a little better spent here in upper management, don't you?"
I smiled firmly at the poor hapless girl.

"Yes Ma'am. But those girls make a lot more than just 'nickels'
Miss Vallens, really! A lady I live next door to does it, and she
swears it's easier than it looks. She doesn't even go to work. She
just stays home all day, and a little camera in her apartment that
pipes whatever she does into bored and lonely guys homes n' stuff."

"Really?" I asked, glancing over my glasses at her.

Tyler nodded like a puppy. "How nice for her. " I said dryly.

I paused, stared puzzled at my prim mousy *personal assistant*
(as she cutely insisted on being called) and the bizarre ideas that
kept pouring from her breathless little mouth.

But for some unexplainable reason, I simply *had* to hear more.

"Okay Miss Vallens, I know what you're thinking..." Tyler said reaching
around closer to my desk as she excitedly bubbled over.

"Okay, what am I thinking?" I smiled, finding it hard to hide my
curiosity with this boldly suggestive girl!

" You're like all, yeah sure, that's okay for her, cause Tyler’s
friend is probably like, some stripper or some nudie amateur--
swinger--weirdo--type, and doing this web thing cause she's old and
sagging and desperate for attention, right?" She grinned back at me.

"*That's* what you were thinking. right? " she repeated as I
listened to her, amazed some one so dense could be so, well... so right.

I was thinking just that. I finally nodded stupidly as she continued
talking a blue streak. I found her amusing, yet oddly compelling
when she got wound up like this. "But she use to work as a bank
loan officer, but she made so much *more* money as a *Web Cam
Girl!* So, now she's just way happier doing that!" Tyler beamed at
me, her eyes sparkling brightly.

"Honesty Tyler, doesn't that strike you as a little, well... sad?
Not to be a moral prude, but here's a grown woman just like you
and I, yet she's willing to relinquish her own personal privacy
all for a few extra dollars. Besides you think both any viewing
men or women are privately laughing at her! Is nothing sacred any--"

"You could do it too." Tyler cut me off.

"Do what?" I asked my voice thick.

"You know! Oh come on Miss Vallens, are you gonna admit you
find the idea titillating, just a little? why else would you be
letting me distract you from work like this if you weren't -- "
She moved over me again, a disturbing cruel twinkle in her eye.

"Okay Tyler, that's ENOUGH!!" I said, standing up, arms folded.

"Why in the world would a sensible girl like yourself even MAKE
such a rude comparison between some slut in *her* position and me,
for God's sake?" I said trying to hide the panic my voice.

"It was just conversation, that's all. But my friend's not a slut
Miss Vallens," she said frostily, as I winced, realizing how
defensive my tone was.

My secretary then scurried out of my office as I buried myself in
some work, giving us both a little breather."

Bunny paused her story, gazing down as she worked away on the
carrot I now rhythmically pumped between her legs with a weary
hand. While Bunny was distracted, I pouted over to Kate and
silently mouthed the sentence:, “My hand is getting tired.
Wanna take over?”

She shook her head no with a smirk. That little stinker!

Despite my aching wrist, Bunny's anger and pride had me so
aroused I could barely speak. I found myself visualizing Bernice's
secretary Tyler McCoy. What I imagined her to look like. Maybe
something like Kate. I ignored Katie who was smirking at me, and
tried to ignore this, hating the parallel between myself and this
older woman in a costume. But my thoughts and gaze turned back to
the whimpering female executive cowering before me. As we sat there
together and I kept pumping the story from her, literally. Huge
tears didn't stop her from continuing...

"Well, what happened was that, over the next few days
I couldn't shake Tyler’s words, or what possibly possessed
her to boldly compare a slightly older boss like myself to her
over--the--hill pornography bimbo friend on the Internet. '

I asked my friend and co--worker Suzanne Green, a really smart cookie,
what *she'd* do if her secretary April said something so audacious!

"Bernice, April and I are different. She'd never gossip at work,
I won't allow it. We cross paths at the Gym each evening, but we
never even acknowledge each other. Never mix personal and business
issues with underlings. I wouldn't tell *anyone* else this happened,
you don't wanna lose face, right?" Suzanne winked.

"Uh, yeah. You're right Suzanne. Thanks." I winced, realizing she
was probably right.

While in the restroom, I fumed over my secretarial flub, and how
silly Suzanne must think me now, for admitting such an embarrassing
thing. I was disappointed to catch myself eyeing my “no longer
twenty—something” breasts, sighed into the bathroom mirror, and pouted. Shit.
I wondered what to read into Tyler’s' awareness of how they aren't
nearly as pert as they once were, let alone if there was something more
than polite interest in her even noticing my breasts or body.

In a way, Tyler suggesting that I do an Internet site WAS a back handed
compliment, I suppose, though I could hear Suzanne's voice laughing in
my head over the Idea. Weirdly, I felt aroused realizing how I'd now
embarrassed myself before both my secretary AND co-worker Suzanne.

I walked in, locked the door to the bathroom stall and sat down, letting
my fingers wander across my skirt. I paused, listening, and made sure
I was alone. I remembered how close Tyler stood to me while insulting
me with such rude ideas!

My hand hit the fabric of my panties. A flash of anger came over me,
mostly at myself for being desperate enough to become aroused at
such an obviously unflattering idea. Web cam girl indeed! My hand
quickened across the mound of my panties as I became more and
more angry with myself for letting Tyler talk to me that way! What
was little Tyler thinking, embarrassing both of us with such an
idea? I pouted, as I brought myself off in a embarrassed harrumph.
I froze -- as I heard someone enter the bathroom. I heard my boss's
voice, Jessica Price.

"Hello? You okay in there?" She asked, slightly worried.

Gosh -- She must think I might me sick. How embarrassing, to be
almost caught, by my and Suzanne's boss, the company CEO!
"It's me Miss Price, Bernice Vallens?. I'm.. er fine. Just getting over
a cold." I lied, quickly flushed the toilet to cover my heavy breathing,
ashamed of doing this at work and regained my composure.

"Well, okay then" she said as she went into a stall herself, and I
hurried out of the ladies room, beet red. Tyler, Tyler, Tyler!!!

I kept shaking my head at that little mind of hers, fixating on it so!
As I walked back into my office, I worried if Tyler wasn't even being
a little catty. But she seemed so sincere and bubbly, I dismissed the
idea.

Actually, in her own clumsy way, she was being *flattering*, I
decided. I warmed over the idea my secretary still realized I was
a sexual being at my age after all. I called her into my office the
next day and closed the door, leaning against my desk and exposing
my legs in a modest knee length mauve skirt as she took dictation.
"Listen, Tyler. About the other day" I began, trying to sound as
if this was just some after thought.

"That's okay, Miss Vallens. You can think whatever you'd like
about my friends. It was wrong of me to bring it up." She chirped
in a chilly tone.

"Okay, I was being judgmental, I'll admit it. And your friends...
*lifestyle* is none of my business. And I'm sorry... friends again?"
I asked, looking down at the pouting twenty something who sighed in
relief, my words seeming to be a weight off her shoulder. Poor thing
couldn't even bear a confrontation with me!

"Gosh, I'm sorry Miss Vallens, I was being stupid. It's all my fault." she
blathered on before I raised my finger to my lips and caught her eyes.

"Shhhh. No need for apologies, but before we put the matter to bed
once and for all, but there's something I *must* ask. Tyler, is
there something... about me... that would cause you to say such a
thing in the first place?" I asked.

I knew she'd be so eager to make up she'd probably apologize and
compliment me on my legs now. It was overdue in fact, after her
words before! Stretching my (at least) thirty-- something legs before
her, I awaited her fawning reply.

"Honestly?", she asked a little sheepishly.

"Yes, tell me honey, please.", I urged.

"Well, I just always had the impression that, well, that you weren't
quite fitting in here as well as some of the other women in the company.
I noticed that very few woman managers get promoted--because they're
the ones who are really, well, super attractive, or good looking. It's
sad they're passed over despite being real hard workers! And it pissed me
off that all the super good looking "flirt with the upper management --
bombshell -- knockout – sexy – type” managers who act silly and girlish
cause they don't threaten the other guys-- THEY always seem to get
promoted over the unattractive hard working ones, like well... like,
some people...!" Tyler said, sounding embarrassed at where she wound up.

My face was growing red at the sheer nerve of little Tyler, as we clearly
knew where I fell in all this, once again unflatteringly. But I urged
her on as I swallowed in amazement at what my mousy little secretary
was spewing forth.

"And how did this connect to the web..." I urged her on.
"Well, I just noticed you're kinda in the same boat as my friend,
you know, the one we had the fight over who used to work at the
bank? Not that you're *exactly* like her, but she's also not an
overly attractive woman. So, for *her*, she still gets a lot of
guy’s attention she'd never get working at her bank job just
parading around as a web girl, even being the kinda ugly person she
is, and I was just thinking that, well..."

"I see. So, parading my naked butt around before a camera in my
own office would be a strategy to getting me promoted? THAT'S what
you were thinking???" I blurted out furiously.

"Well... I... that is..."

"TYLER-- Please leave my office at once!" I seethed, my face on fire at how
insipid an image my own secretary must have had of me all this time!

I slammed the door behind her as I fought to keep a dry eye. Blood pounded through me as I fumed in anger at myself for allowing my own secretary to
basically call me a "stupid ugly office manager" to my own damned face!!!

The nerve of her! If she hadn't been too stupid to realize what professional
suicide her actions were, I'd have fired her ass right then and there!"

________

As Bernice struggled to regain her composure while telling
her story, I called Kate over and whispered a suggestion into her
ear. Kate flinched away from me at my lame request.

"Hey, don't ask me to finish her off -- this is your dept. Jen." Kate,
please?" I whispered, though Bunny sat right there, watching us with
a crimson face.

"Jen -- I'm not into women OR carrots, okay? I'm just here
taking notes!" Kate firmly smirked, as I sighed.

"uh you're a Lesbian?" Bunny asked in surprise.

"Well, yes, I am Miss Vallens. But this is just... I mean... that
is…" I stammered as I pumped her pussy in embarrassment.

"She means that what she's 'doing' to you right now is just work --
and nothing personal, right Jen? See, Jennifer’s just a Lesbian
personally, not while at work, right Jenny?" Kate shot me a sick wink.

I glowered back to Kate, suddenly losing patience with the dim witted
woman I stupidly fucked. "Ohhhhh fer Christ's sake --Listen, Bunny,
my arm's getting tried, so let's try another angle; can you get on down
on all fours, okay?"

"On all fours?" Bunny asked, with a pinched face.

I could see she enjoyed the angle my hand was at now. I couldn't
believe what I was now willing to bargain for, for a story, but I
kept pumping as we talked, just to keep her happy.

Though I'm sure the position made her feel extremely humiliated,
Bernice Vallens perched herself on her hands and knees as I'd
asked. But instead of getting on the floor as I'd expected, Bunny
got on all fours right on the sofa, her exposed sex inches from
my face, as I continued rubbing Miss Vallen's carrot across her
clitoris, warming her up to continue.

_______

"Okay, where were we? Oh yes. " Bunny kept on,

For the rest of the day after my 'big blow up' with Tyler, I was utterly
useless. Completely unable to keep my mind on my work, or to somehow
stop rubbing my thighs together. I had been so sure that my legs were at
least an asset that would earn a complimentary appraisal from little Tyler,
but my vanity had blown up in my face again.

Plus I was now totally frustrated by how she kept working me up into a
excited state with her frothy little gossip about her older web cam friend,
only to send me crashing down in embarrassment about my body, age,
professional limitations, or now even how "unattractive" I look. I
felt weak in the knees and had to fight from touching myself under
my desk when she used the word "ugly" in describing her friend.

God knows how much this was a couched way of dissing her own boss,
to my very face!!!!

I felt humiliated and angry that I kept letting my own silly secretary's
opinions guide and unsettle me so. As I locked my office door, curiosity
and my thighs got the better of me and I found myself poking around the
Internet for "webcam" sites, but always chickening out before entering
my credit card number. That evening when I went to bed I examined my
life through Tyler's eyes. I didn't like what I saw.

Was she so wrong after all?

True, the way she'd described it was awful, and her plan was stupid –
an Internet bimbo, for God's sake! But her appraisal of my work
limitations cut to the bone, and I was ashamed at how a part of me
was all too eager to accept it.

I slid my hand down below my covers as I chided myself. Part of me
hated competing in an *age* or *looks* game I know I'll never
win. I hated the part of myself that secretly cozied up to being
the prim boring bookworm type.

I was embarrassed how pridefully I embraced the very same qualities
Tyler was insulting. My fingers became a blur as such thoughts swirled
inside me. I felt my stomach churn realizing how I wasn't far from some
unsightly web cam girl, fooling herself into believing she has a career.

I arched my pelvis into my sweaty hand, knowing I'd become
the company's cute little laughing stock for (not only) allowing
myself to be passed over, but actually training *other* executives
into positions everyone was painfully aware should be going to me!
Hell, even stupid little Tyler could see it, and in a way, was the only
one strong enough to throw cold water on me and-wake me up!!!

______

The next morning I saw Tyler with a list of names as she sat at her desk,
working at my monitor. She smiled that wide grin of hers and showed
me her handiwork.

"Look Miss Vallens, I was thinking, are you sure you don't want
me using your first name, Barbara? I feel a little dumb calling
you Miss Vallens, being that we've grown to be such close friends,
like my friend I was telling you about, remember? Don't you think
Bernie is better? Huh?" she smiled, as I felt a weird twinge of
something slipping away.'

A shift between us.

"Now listen Bernie, I came up with some neat-o names for you, if
you ever give in and finally decide to get an Internet site," she
smirked, a slightly crueler twinge in her voice driving me closer to
the edge.

I desperately lied to myself that she believed she was trying to
mend our tiff, and ignored the swirling erotic haze I was falling
into I played along, eyeing the monitor nervously, as she
chattered on, switching back to her ordinary tone again.

"I figured 'Miss Vallens' was a little, well, old-fashioned, so I tried
some cooler variations, like Bertha, Baggy-Berrie, Auntie Bernie...
or this last one which really is my favorite. It's simple, stupid, and
fits the new you -- how about..." "Bunny?" Tyler asked,

Then she started snorting wildly at the mention of the name.

I hated it, and she giggled like someone sneaking a four letter word past
her teacher. It was silly really, but the blood rushing to my face
and the palpitations between my legs left me completely unable to speak.

Here little Tyler, my own personal toady, was laughing at me
as... Bunny, the aging fat ugly porno embarrassment! But the
worst part was, I was secretly close to a sick little orgasm...
aroused by her cruel laughter, and *that* made me so furious and
ashamed of myself!!! How pathetic my little Tyler would think me
if she knew that I was on the verge of cumming right in front of
her! But the thought of her ridicule of my arousal melted my
defenses even more!

I felt helpless and lost, and on the verge of doing something truly
stupid, if I didn't get in my office and quick. Was I going nuts???
I rushed inside and closed the door in tears.

Bertha, Baggy-Berrie, Auntie Bernie... Bunny. God... why did repeating
that name have this effect? It was uncontrollable. I stared off into space,
and became aware I'd been rubbing myself, when my phone rang. It was
Tyler.

"Pull up your panties, *Miss Bunny*... the tech guy is here with your new
camera." She giggled, as if it were all some joke. As if I was enjoying it.
Her words. Her condescending tone. Or her silly new name for me.

I managed to straighten up and watched in a lustful fog as the young man
from technical asked me where I wanted the digital camera.

When I was too much of a state to answer, Tyler jumped in with several
suggestions. His eyes went to mine after Tyler’s' suggestions for my official
approval, but with my glazed stare, he soon Ignored me and he and my
secretary decided that one down in the corner behind my desk would catch a
nice peek a boo view , and another hidden above in a book shelf would give
the view of what I inwardly described as my sagging cleavage. Blushing, I
wondered if they knew how *close* I actually was... when they rushed in.

"You'll see Miss B. It'll be fun! And I think people will look
at you differently, I bet really they will!" Tyler said so brightly.

" That's what I'm afraid of." I shrugged weakly, feeling
my lustful glow fading as I came back to earth, frowning at the
silly cameras decorating my otherwise respectable office as the
man left. I turned to scold her, but Tyler’s' desperate smile was
impossible to ignore, however misplaced.

In a flash my heart broke as I realized that Tyler was somehow living
vicariously through me with her pathological enthusiasm for all this.
It was endearing, if a little weird, somewhat like a little girl that
was playing dress up in her mommy's closet. Little Tyler was too chicken
to dare such a thing, so she'd explore the fantasy through me, or so she
hoped.

"Look, Tyler-- " I started but she cut me off again.

" Give it two weeks. If you're sick of it by then, I'll pay what
the camera rental costs! Agreed?" she asked dancing around excitedly.

"Tyler, If you think I'm going to let you pipe an image of me onto
the Internet, I'm afraid the answer is NO." I said in my best firm
voice. "Look Miss *Bunny*. You're the one always telling me a girl
has too play the cards she's dealt, right? You don't wanna end up like
the ugly bank lady next door, right? Not much to look at, flabby
old boobs, and not exactly a rocket scientist to boot! But luckily
there's a place for gals like you. Turns out there's a whole market
of desperate guys who actually seem to like "saggers" or "mature
woman" sites. We'll snap a few pics and throw them up and I'll
design a web page in no time!"

"No, Tyler-- it's not *okay*! What--the--fuck reason would you
think such a thing *would* be okay?" I screamed inside my mind,
but my mouth remained silent. My legs were soon fighting to keep
from buckling under me as I stood there passively and watched in
horror and growing arousal as Tyler’s' fast and furious fingers
played across the keyboard...

______

As Bunny paused in her story, she was quite worked up now, and Kate and I
were totally hooked. We were dying to hear what happened next, as if we
couldn't guess from watching the woman in a bunny suit gyrating on the carrot
I kept massaging into her pussy, which was a little too close to my face for
comfort.

"Gee, you're really good at this." Kate said, half in mockery, half serious.

"Thanks. I just hope Alex never finds out," I mumbled to myself,
under my breath, remembering my partner and feeling guilty about
how hot jealous I was that Bunny was getting all the attention.

Seconds later, Bunny threw her head back and arched her back in
orgasm, her sweet smelling sex only inches away from my face. As
Bunny came she found herself grinding herself against my upper
body, as my younger reporter and partner watched in near hysterics
at the sight, tears streaming.

Kate watched us finish up, pretending to 'take notes', while I shuddered in
embarrassment realizing how gooey my hand now was, all in order to hear
more of this story. As Bunny rolled off her hands and knees, and onto her
back, stroking her pussy, she told us the last of it

______

" So I sat in my office alone, staring at the little folder on my
screen that Tyler had told me would send all these images out
onto the Internet, if I choose to commit such professional suicide.

I had been able to evade or joke my way out of reasonable questions
about what these clearly visible cameras were doing pointing up my
skirt during office meetings, but I had still had no idea why I'd
allowed Tyler to talk me into *these* kinds of clothes.

In between meetings, Tyler thought it a good idea to get into the sprit of
things by wearing, well, what she'd bought me for my little Web Cam
situation. I’d hurry up, bolt my office door, heart racing, then
slip into them whenever I had a spare moment. The clothes, *these*
embarrassing kinds of clothes which Tyler insisted on made me almost
dizzy inside!

I hated her implying I was in the same league as those woman. I mean, sure,
my breasts did sag a little, and I wasn't exactly Marilyn Monroe, but I was
careful to do a job where I'd never be judged in such a humiliating context.
But Tyler, reducing me to that, made my insides do flip flops!

The more cheery she was in insulting me, the more I passively let myself
take her absurd advice, the more arousal I was sinking into, as my brain
turned to peanut butter.

I stroked my hands across the little outfits.

My little outfits.

I hated them, and I was sure Tyler got them just to embarrass the hell outta
me! To make me feel self conscious and stupid. It was working. I mean, I
haven't had a pleated skirt since I was twelve! The whole get-up was just...
well it would have been funny if it wasn't so pitiful: knee socks, frilly
blouse, pigtails! On a middle aged professional woman. When I resigned myself
to glance in a mirror, it was all I could do to keep from bursting out in
angry salty tears. ...But at the same time... I am completely at a loss to
explain this...

I just couldn't take them off. It would disappoint Tyler so much, and I
had promised... Well... that wasn't *really* why.

For some baffling reason, wearing this stupid little "outfit" made me so
steamy inside that I couldn't think straight at all. I came alive with the
slightest breeze between my legs (no... you guessed it... Tyler wouldn't
let me wear them) would send me over the top.

My nipples were so hard they were sensitive from constant
endless rubbing against the thin starched material of the perky
white blouse, and I had to hug myself whenever I walked to keep
them from swinging and bouncing. But I had been so lonely and
uptight for so long, that I just couldn't give up these feelings.
It was like my libido completely trumped my judgment.

I tried not to think about how I looked, or what I was doing.

I tried.

I mean, I had a desk piled with work I'd put off this morning while
shopping with Tyler, and I'd spent the afternoon trying to avoid
the sample page Tyler had designed for this ridiculous charade. I
couldn't bring myself to even look at it while she worked on it,
since it was so repulsive and sad.

I vaguely remember being appalled by the unflattering light and
nightmarish tacky photograph the camera caught me in when I'd
stolen a quick painful glance at the page Tyler finished for the site.
I had hoped for something tasteful, something a bit, well, erotic and
soft. Maybe a scarf draped across my privates in some soft lighting.
Something that leaves something to the imagination, as well as hiding
and disguising my many flaws!

"Oh Bunny, don't be silly. You'll never reel in these guys with
subtlety! Just look at what we bought this morning! Honestly!
Sometimes you say things that are more like *you’re* the secretary!
Trust me, Just go over there and sit like I tell you..." She said
from behind my monitor as my shoulders fell and I turned and
walked resigned and defeated away from the ugly monitor picture
I'd seen.

That was enough to convince me never to look at it again,
and somehow just get through the next two weeks as I agreed. Then
maybe the poor girl would get this out of her system, respect my
wishes and leave me be! That's what I told myself...

"Okay, Bunny, let's do a little practice run, 'kay? Now legs wide... wider,
Bunnikins! Okay. That's looking good. Shoulders back. Now look up into
the camera and blow me a nice big bubble! Oh, Bunny, you're hopeless!",
she frowned in frustration and started looking around the room.

"Okay... I know what you need... wait here!" When she left, I stood and
looked at the seat of my chair. I had leaked all over it! I was rubbing
at it with a paper towel, when Tyler burst back in.

"What are you doing, Bunny? Get back in your chair... NOW!"

I sat right down, feeling like I had been caught at something
naughty. Tyler had a roll of clear mailing tape.

She walked around behind me, and before I could even guess what she was
up to, she pulled my elbows back and wrapped tape around them so they
were almost touching each other.

"Tyler... don't! What are you doing? That hurts... Tyler, please stop
right now!"

...but then she pulled my knee up on the arm of the chair, taped it
there, and did the same thing to the other one. I was splayed out like
road kill... but I was so close to cumming, that I didn't dare
even move. I just sat like a deer in headlights, panting. She put
a small fan under my desk, pointing right up into my crotch, to
keep my skirt well out of the way.

"Okay, honey-bunny...ready to go live?"

As she took hold of the mouse, I was so close to orgasm I was in
tears... when she whispered into my ear "Does Tyler's poor witto
Personnel Manager feel all frustrated, does she huh? Poor
Hooooney Buuuuunny" she cooed as she kept flicking my nipples
with her fingernails playfully.

"Don't be sad Miss Bunny it's 'okay" Tyler cooed, as she now started
roughly going back and forth, massaging each of my nipples to get
it hard as a pebble, which they were! I found myself desperate to cum
so bad it hurt!!! "Oh! I almost forgot!", she giggled, and rummaged in
my middle drawer.

She pulled out two of those large black spring clips and tore open my
blouse. I was blubbering, begging... and cumming continuously, just as
we were seconds from going live. As my sexy young secretary placed the
clips on, I went insane not so much from the pain but from the pure
intensity my tender nips felt on the one hand, and my exploding clitoris
which desperate for my touch on the other, but my nipples seemed to be
winning!!!

Suddenly Tyler surprised me by untying one of my right wrists from the
armrest, freeing my hand, as she whispered into my ear:

"Choose Miss Bunny, Either take off the clip, or get
yourself off. Which is it?"

That's when my new career officially got under way.

______

Bunny tearfully confessed all this while exploding into shameful multiple
orgasms. Noricom's former personnel director's cute little bunny head
boinked against the arm of her sofa, demonstrating what a stupid little
bunny she'd become as Kate and I watched in awe.

When Bernice finally caught her breath I dropped the carrot, trembling
inside, rushing to the bathroom, managing: " Excuse me while I wash my
hands" trying to sound disgusted.

Seconds later, the door locked, water running, I could barely contain
myself as my hand dove into my panties as I closed my eyes and found
myself lapping the strange woman's juices off my warm sticky palm with
embarrassed confused little whimpers, hoping the water hid the sounds
of my cries.

The shame and excitement I'd spent the morning keeping from Kate was
unbearable, and I craved blessed relief. The depravity of first licking and
sucking on Doris's marker, and now this woman, Bernice Vallens'
vaginal juices, made my loins nearly explode!

"HEY -- You okay in there Jen?" came Kate's voice through the
door, and I jumped in fear, wiping my mouth and turning off the water.

"YUP, yup... out in a sec -- " I said with a flush.

After dreaming up a plan in the hallway, both Kate and I sat the middle aged
woman executive from Noricom down on her now sticky sofa for a little chat.

"Bunny, Listen. There may be some evidence this wasn't your
decision. There may be drugs involved. Drugs that may alter..."
I paused, realizing Bunny was a little lost. Kate jumped in…

"Bunny, Jen and Katie need your help. We're convinced it would be a GOOD
IDEA for us to come work with you at Noricom for a spell, undercover. "

"Undercover? You mean, like, for pretend?" Bunny asked.
"Yes bunny, for pretend. No one would know we were reporters,
until we figure out what's happening to all you executives, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. So would Tyler know too?"

Kate and I exchanged a dismayed look at Bunny's stupidity since
her orgasm. When she answered the door she'd actually been okay and
coherent, but since she'd cum from the humiliation, she was now
back to being Tyler's 'cute little fuck--bunny' again! I scolded her:

"NO Bunny. *Don't* tell Tyler. Especially Tyler and April.
This is important. None of the secretaries can know. Now, since
you're the company's 'Personnel Manager', you should ask us to
come in as 'consultants', to interview the staff for evaluation.
This way we can check up on Suzanne Green and her secretary April,
and even Miss Jessica Price herself, okay? Deal?"

"Deal? But nobody sees Miss Price in person. Nobody. But sure,
everyone else is cool. Jenny, will you still come in and stick
stuff in your Miss Bunny?"

"No." I said with a frown as I quietly stuffed the carrot in my
purse, and Bunny quickly forgot what we were talking about,
dizzily showing us out with a giggle.

As we stood by her car, Kate shook her head in amazement.
I can't believe you actually DID that to someone, even for a story."

"Don't be such a prude Kate. It's just masturbation. I washed
my hands. Hey, she'll probably forget by tomorrow we even stopped
by, she's such a basket case. Anyway, while *you* sat there,
stared, and kept failing to 'take notes'... look what I secretly
had running the whole time!"

I smiled down at the tape Kate saw hidden in my purse. Kate
gawked down at the tape, and gave me an impressed smile.

"Way to GO Jen!"

"See, still so 'grossed out'?" I winked back at her. "I guess
not. Hey, you've had more guts than I do, I mean, doing *that*
for a story. Sorry about spilling your personal life stuff"
"No prob." I sighed in relief. Relief, because Kate hadn't seen me
in the bathroom five minutes earlier, that is! I paused as I
looked back at Bunny's house, then asked Kate.

"Think we can trust her?"

"About being reporters? When we first walked in, I'd have said,
no. But after watching her confess all that trash while humping
a carrot, I think we'll be safe if Tyler continues to ignore
whatever she says while in 'Bunny' mode. " Kate sighed, eyeing the
orange vegetable in my purse with a sneer. "Why'd you keep it anyway? "

"Evidence. The shame at the idea of the rest of the office
finding out may keep Bunny silent if we need to remind her not
to blab." I said, thinking quickly.

"Saaaaay... you're good. I knew there was a reason I let you tag
along on this one. " Kate winked as I sighed at her.

"Get in the car smart ass!" I frowned in mock anger.

As we got into the car, I spied one of those Christmas tree Air Fresheners
which Kate was stupidly hanging on my rear view mirror with a dippy
smile to me, as I cynically chuckled.

Kate turned from the Freshener and frowned into my purse at the carrot.

"Jesus Jen, you did wash it didn't you?" Her expression gave me the
weirdest little thrill.

"Of course Katie, for God's sake. What do you take me for?" I
huffed, as my younger reporter and co--worker shrugged.

"Sorry, so...ready to start work as a couple of executives at Noricom?"

"Well, I am. You're not. You're going as my secretary!" I said.
Kate went white. "Jen... uh... you're kidding, right?" Jen?" She squeaked.

_______

Cowgirl, Aka; jennifer can be reached at:
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Much thanks to my WONDERFUL mysterious friend 'Mac',
who now proofs all my 'grammatically challenged' stories now --
Take a bow mac!

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