1. Suzy Unleashed Chapter 9


    Date: 5/27/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Transgendered, Transvestite, Author: Suzygurl, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    your attitude matches the look.” “My attitude?” She smiled. “Just remember why you’re there,” she said. “Your job is to keep Joe and his customers happy.” “You mean to be a whore,” I interpreted. “Exactly,” she grinned. “Now let’s get that pretty ass of yours to work.” I was unbelievably nervous when Kathy dropped me off at the door to the office building. I could feel my legs shaking as I climbed the three steps to the door and I had to stop and take a ddep breath to calm myself down before I walked inside. Becky was sitting at her desk and her face lit up when she saw me. “Suzy!” she greeted me. “Joe told me you were taking the job! Congratulations! I’m so glad! I think you’ll be perfect…especially if you dress like that every day!” I blushed. “Thanks. You don’t think this is too short or too tight?” “No way!” she gushed. “You look great!” She stood up and walked toward me, and I immediately noticed that her skirt was only about two inches longer than mine. “Joe is in a conference at the moment, but he asked me to show you around before any customers arrive,” she offered. She led me over to a low table in the corner of the room which held a coffee pot and the normal accessories. “One of the things you’ll do is get coffee for the customers while they wait,” she explained. “Why don’t you pour a cup now?” I nodded and started to “Bunny dip” slightly to reach the pot. “Not like that,” Becky corrected me. “You’re going to want to bend over to pick it up.” I blushed. “I don’t ...
    think bending over in this dress is such a good idea,” I told her. “Oh, it’s definitely a good idea,” she smiled. “Why don’t you take a seat over there where the customers sit and watch me?” When I was sitting where she directed, she turned and bent over the table to fill a cup. When she did, her skirt predictable pulled up, exposing her panties. “You need to take your time filling the cup,” she said. “You don’t want to spill the coffee, do you?” When the cup was full, she stood and faced me. “Cream and sugar?” she asked. I nodded and she turned back to the table. Bending over again, she carefully ripped open a sugar packet and emptied it into the cup, then opened a creamer and added it. She reached across the table to the far side where the stirrers were, pulling her skirt even higher and tighter, then stirred the cup for a few seconds before straightening up. “See how it’s done?” she asked as she walked over to me with the coffee. I nodded and gulped. “I, I never knew that getting a cup of coffee could be an erotic experience.” “It is here,” she smiled. “Now, why don’t you get me a cup?” She sat down in the chair beside me and glanced meaningfully at the table. I stood and walked to the table then did my best to repeat what she had done. I was acutely aware of the feel of my dress riding up and exposing my panties the entire time, and I fought to stay calm. When I carried the cup over to Becky, she smiled. “You’re a fast learner,” she said. “The men are going to be very happy ...