"...and, oooh, Mr. Flynn, sir! It was just such a lovely thing for Mr. Mayor to do. To give us an extra special treat like that!" Kitten bubbled happily. Flynn rolled his eyes, pressing down harder on the gas.
It had been a trying day for the head of Stepford security. Between the incident with the weather-controlling mutant at the Bridal Boutique and, because of that, having to serve as babysitter for Victor Trask's spoiled, chatterbox of a fiancé, Flynn was seriously frustrated. And yet, hearing the once brash and spunky Kitty Pryde call him sir, with her velvety voice and blown-up, plump lips, somehow made it all seem worthwhile. In his time waiting for the future Mrs. Trask to finish trying on all sorts of figure-revealing outfits, dresses, lingerie and bikinis at the Mayor's mansion, he had managed to sneak a peak at one of the large windows that looked into the large ballroom. He had seen that the staff had set up a makeshift boutique, complete with a wall of mirrors and couches. Kitten, having lost any shame or inhibitions the same time she had surrendered to the Stepford programming, had no use for a changing room.
Kitten had been giggling like a schoolgirl, as the Boutique's staff helped her out of each garment. Meanwhile, Joanna and the redheaded Mrs. Mayor, who were seated, looked on approvingly. Phoebe, the shop hostess, had her own top down and was taking turns caressing the two sexy women's bare tits from behind as they were both eaten out by an enthusiastic shop girl each. Flynn still couldn't believe how erotic the scene was, nor could he believe how much Kitten, the focal point of the room, had changed in the span of two weeks!
"There it is, sir!" Kitten squealed, squirming happily in her seat. Flynn glanced at the busty brunette.
It had been a trying day for the head of Stepford security. Between the incident at the Bridal Boutique, and because of that, having to serve as babysitter for Victor Trask's spoiled, chatterbox of a fiancé, Flynn was seriously frustrated. And yet, hearing the once brash and spunky Kitty Pryde call him sir, with her velvety voice and blown-up, plump lips somehow made it all seem worthwhile. In his time waiting for the future Mrs. Trask to finish trying on all sorts of figure-revealing outfits, dresses, lingerie and bikinis at the Mayor's mansion, he had managed to sneak a peak at what was going on inside the substantial ballroom. Kitten had been giggling like a schoolgirl, as Joanna and the redheaded Mrs. Mayor looked on approvingly. Phoebe, the shop hostess, had her top down and was taking turns caressing the two sexy women's bared tits from behind as shop girls ate them out. Flynn still couldn't believe how much Kitten and the esteemed Mrs. Mayor could have changed in the span two weeks!
"There it is, sir!" Flynn heard the excited voice from the backseat. Kitten squirming happily in her seat, as her heavily made-up eyes fell upon the Stepford Clinic where she knew her Victor worked.
Flynn rushed the car into the parking lot, before pulling a perfect power slide into an available spot. What did he care how reckless of a driver he was? He was the head of security, which made him basically the police chief of the town. In seconds, he was out of the car and while he kept to Stepford etiquette by helping Kitten out of the vehicle, once she was on her own two feet he immediately strode his way to the Clinic's reception entrance. Kitten minced after him as best she could, but with her figure on seven-inch heels she was quickly left behind.
"Hold the door, please, sir," Kitten called to him. Flynn waited, tapping his foot impatiently. The big-haired brunette finally passed the threshold of the Clinic and thanked him with an affectionate kiss on the cheek for his chivalrous act of waiting for her. He let out a sigh of exasperation.
"Like, hello, and welcome to the Stepford Clinic," came a breathy voice that drew the attention of both Kitten and Flynn. From behind the receptionist desk stepped a woman with perfectly permed, shoulder-length curly hair. Excessive makeup graced her face and her ears, neck and wrists were decorated by gaudy jewelry, but that was nothing new for a true Stepford woman. It wasn't what caused Flynn's cock to spring to life in his pants, or made Kitten's bald pussy grow wet. What did, however, was the dress the secretary was wearing. The shiny dark blue garment showcased the woman's huge, gravity-defying tits with a plunging neckline, while it also put the rest of her flawless tan skin on full-display, as the sides of dress had been cut away. The only thing seemingly holding her slutty body inside the barely-there dress was a large silver buckle and thin straps in the back.
"Oh, my," Kitten sighed, running her hands over her own shapely body contained in a skintight, revealing mini-dress. She was distracted slightly as a group of voluptuous tarts in tight white nurse's uniforms minced by.
"My name is, like, Cari, and I am Mr. Trask's personal secretary," Cari spoke, as if trying to remember a line from a play.
"Hi, Cari," Kitten giggled, slinking over to the sexy girl, "My name is Kitten and I'm..."
Cari, herself, giggled. She put a finger up to Kitten's pursed lips, "Like, I know who you are, baby. Mr. Trask's fiancé."
"Oooh," Kitten purred, and for a few seconds, she wrapped her shiny lips around Cari's finger. She was so happy that Victor must have told his staff about her, the thought never even entered her mind that she had spent time in the Stepford Clinic and that could have been how Cari knew her. Instead, her vapid, big eyes closed, imagining that the secretary's finger was Victor's throbbing cock.
Flynn cleared his throat, and Cari looked over to him, batting her long eyelashes. Finally, Kitten released the finger from her mouth with a smack of her lips. Cari giggled and asked, "Kitten, who is your friend?"
"Jason Flynn, at your service. What do you say, baby? Want to get out of here and have a good time?" Flynn asked with a wink, drinking in Cari's exaggerated form. Cari's glistening red lips pursed into a giddy smile at this.
"I can't," Cari giggled, running a hand through her curly hair, "I'm working!"
"Mr. Flynn has been such a sweetheart. He's been helping me all day. Cari, honey, I think Mr. Flynn deserves some R&R for all of this. What do you say?" Kitten gushed, looking back and forth between the sexy secretary and the Stepford security man.
"Well, I would, like, like nothing more then to entertain Mr. Flynn, Kitten," Cari murmured, running her hand along Flynn's strong chest, before her full lips fell in a sexy pout, "But I have strict orders to, like, bring you to Mr. Trask. I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Hee hee, of course I would silly!" Kitten giggled playfully batting her hand at Cari whose own chest jiggled for Flynn's viewing pleasure as the secretary laughed in response, "I am totally sure if I ask my darling Victor to let you off early to say thank you to Mr. Flynn for me he'll say yes. He's so sweet like that."
"I think there's nothing more to do now other than getting this show on the road. I was told something about a special elevator," Flynn cut in.
Cari beamed at Flynn like he was the most brilliant man in the world for knowing about the elevator that would lead to the sub-basement lab level where Mr. Trask did his work. She then linked arms with Kitten and led her fellow Stepford woman and the security head past more tittering, oversexed nurses to a large elevator that required a security card be swiped for access to be granted. Cari gave Flynn a long, smoldering look before reaching between her bountiful cleavage and pulled out a key-card. She swiped the card and the elevator doors opened. Cari, Kitten and Flynn took their place in the elevator. Cari massaged Flynn's cock through his pants, little to Kitten's knowledge. She wouldn't have minded, though. Her already giddy smile only grew larger as the elevator carried them deeper and deeper under Stepford. All that mattered to her was that she was finally going to see her Victor!
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