Chapter 3

3

C in knew she should not be staring. But they were right there. Kristen’s nipples were staring back at her from beneath her wet blouse.

They were her favorite kind. Bubblicious Bubble Gum. She knew they’d be sweet. How could they not be with this perfect angel looking up at her with trusting eyes?

"Here." Cin pulled off her blazer and draped it around Kristen's shoulders. She hadn't gotten her fill of looking at those pink nipples, but she wasn't going to give anyone else the satisfaction. A growl rose in her throat as Bill, the office leech, walked by. In response to her ire, he tripped over his small feet and ducked into the supply closet.

Kristen didn't notice. She accepted Cin's blazer and hugged it tight to herself. When she took it off, it would smell of her honeyed scent. Cin felt a pull in her core that was all excitement.

Kristen was a people pleaser through and through. And because Cin was in a place of power, Kristen trusted her absolutely. Cin could have her way with this woman with a word.

But she would never do that. More than anything, Cin wanted a woman to want her back. For herself. Not for a novel experience. Definitely not because she was in a position of power.

“What brought on the anxiety attack?” Cin asked.

Kristen sighed, her chin dipping to her chest. “I have a crush.”

Cin didn’t need to ask who was the object of the crush. There was one Santa every girl had a crush on in the company. Every woman, and a few of the men, wanted to sit on Justin's lap and ask for gifts. Cin couldn't blame them. The guy had a big cock. She knew because she'd taken his measurements. Because she'd taken all of his measurements, she knew the airheaded man didn't measure up. Definitely not for a sweetie like Kristen.

“Justin,” confirmed Kristen. “But he doesn’t even know I exist. Doesn’t even know my name. He looked at my name plate to remember.”

“Then he’s a fool.”

“Or I'm just too plain.”

Wow, Kristen really believed that. This woman with sparkles around her shoulders thought she was a plain Jane. Kristen certainly dressed like it. But even the dowdy clothes couldn't entirely dampen her brightness.

Still, Cin realized that if she couldn’t have Kristen for herself that she wanted Kristen to have what she wanted. Not necessarily Justin. The man was entirely unworthy. But Kristen would have to figure that out for herself.

Cin wanted other people to see what she saw in Kristen. She especially wanted Kristen to see it in herself. So Cin would simply work a little Christmas magic.

“I think you should wear this.”

Cin held up a gown, a masterpiece of shimmering ivory fabric that glowed under the soft lights of the room. The dress flowed like liquid silk, its material catching the light. Delicate, snowflake-like lace trimmed the neckline, dipping just enough to be elegant but still modest, hinting at the beauty beneath without giving it all away. The bodice was fitted and would gently hug Kristen’s figure. Then taper at the waist to highlight her curves in a way that felt effortlessly graceful.

The sleeves were sheer, a soft, gossamer-like material that would drape over her arms and add an angelic quality, as though she were floating on air. The skirt flared slightly at the hips and would cascade down in soft, flowing layers to give Kristen the appearance of a Christmas angel descended to earth, luminous and pure. The dress would highlight her best features—the graceful line of her neck, the way her waist curved beneath the fitted fabric, the quiet power in her poise. In this dress, everyone would see what Cin saw. But more importantly, Kristen would see it in herself.

Kristen‘s eyes went wide. She reached out as though to touch the gown, then retracted her hands as though it was forbidden fruit. “I could never.”

"It’s perfect for you.” Cin held the gown in front of Kristen's form. The color brought out her eyes. She would truly be the belle of the ball—Cinderella, which would make Cin the fairy godmother. The fairy godmother who wanted to strip her charge bare at midnight.

Cin pressed the dress into Kristen's hands. Then she stepped back and locked the door to her office and show room. She did not want to be disturbed during this transformation.

"I'll just go change in the dressing room."

"No need," said Cin. "I don't have any appointments. No one will disturb you, and I want to see if it needs any alterations."

Like the trusting dove she was, Kristen nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Cin would like to say that she didn’t sneak a peek, but she wasn’t that good. Fairy godmother of dresses she might be, but angel she was not.

Off came the wet rag of a blouse to reveal two palm-sized breasts. Through the white cotton of her bra, Cin could confirm her guess at Kristen's nipple color. Bubblegum pink that made Cin lick her bottom lip.

Kristen slid her skirt down her shapely hips to reveal lace underwear. That brought a surprised grin to Cin's face. So Kristen liked having pretty underwear beneath her formless clothing. Cin filed that information away for later. She'd make sure she ended up with Kristen's name in the office Secret Santa pool.

Cin helped Kristen step inside the dress. She pulled the fabric up over Kristen's form to hide the beauty of her body. Not a single alteration was needed. It was as though Cin had made this dress with Kristen in mind. Perhaps she had.

But still Kristen‘s fingers trembled.

“Don’t be anxious. You look beautiful.”

“I can’t help it. I wish I had my medication. I'm going to be even more of a disaster in there.”

Cin had just the thing. "Do you trust me?”

Kristen looked at her with those trusting eyes again. Like a rabbit who'd wandered into a fox's den, Kristen gave Cin a nod.

Cin went over to her desk and pulled out a small gilded box. She heard the gentle tingle inside. She opened the box to reveal two metal balls.

“Stress balls?” asked Kristen.

Cin bit her tongue at the innocence of this woman. “Yes, but they’re not meant for rolling around in your hands.”

Kristen looked up and Cin. "Where do they go?”

Cin gazed down to her midsection. And still Kristen didn't get it. Until she did. Kristen pressed her thighs together.

Cin took a step toward her. Kristen did not take a step back. She stood still like the trusting good girl she was. Like the rabbit who didn't know it was about to be snared.

"I was an anxious girl growing up," Cin said, holding out the box like an offering. "These helped."

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Bend over.”

"Beg pardon?"

Cin took Kristen by the shoulders. Gently, she turned her until Kristen was facing her desk. Then she pressed firmly between her shoulders. Like a good girl, Kristen bent at Cin's command.

"I'm going to lift up the skirt." It was a command couched as a question.

When Kristen didn't protest, Cin did just that.

"They go inside you." Cin's voice had dropped to a low register, one meant for the bedroom. But it was also the same voice she'd used in the bathroom to lull Kristen into a sense of calm. That same calm clearly remained as Kristen didn't protest.

Cin shifted the lace panties to the side. She heard the slight gasp part Kristen's lips. But still, she didn't protest.

Kristen's folds were damp but not dripping. That dampness spoke of trust more than it did arousal. It would have to do.

She felt Kristen gulp as she pressed first one, then the second ball into her. After each Benwa ball was nestled inside of her, Kristen let out a low sigh. The balls were working. That was good. Especially since Cin was a mess at the seat of her own panties.

She wanted to get Kristen out of the room quickly now. Because she wanted to lick her fingers and see if the woman was as sweet as Cin expected.

“I can’t believe I feel better.” Kristen smiled.

Cin smiled back, all while balling her hand into a fist. Kristen's wetness settled into the palm of her hand. Soon she'd press that palm to her nose first, and then lick it clean.

"I can't thank you enough, Ms.—I mean Cin."

"My pleasure."

Cin's phone buzzed in the quiet between them. She glanced down at the dating app. She'd made a connection on HerMatch.

"Are you coming to the party?” asked Kristen.

Cin put her phone away. “I wouldn’t miss it.”