Clara unbuttoned her uniform jacket, showing a tight white blouse underneath. She slipped off the jacket onto the couch. Her body was very nice, with round tits. They weren’t as big as Tiffany’s, but they were a good size.
“You’re sweet, Jim. Are you bored? Its boring waiting.”
“I’m okay.”
“Here, grab my titties. Its boring just waiting. Go ahead, feel me up. I want you to. That’s right, really get a grip on them.”
Jim had gotten a tit in each hand. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could feel the softness and smoothness of them through the silky blouse. Her nipples were hard where they brushed his palms.
“Ooh, that’s nice, Jim. You’re so gentle. This is more fun, isn’t it?”
“Sure.” He glanced over at Mum, still getting the papers checked at the desk. He knew she had gone over them a few times already last night, so there wouldn’t be any more delays. Right now, though, he didn’t mind if it took a while.
“I feel so wet now, Jim,” Clara breathed. “I wish we could do more. This is as far as I can go, unfortunately.”
“That’s ok. You’re great.”
“Have you got a boner?” She asked, looking at his crotch.
“Yeah!”
“I wish I could fuck it, Jim, I really do. I’d let you unload it right in me.”
He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he kept smiling at her as he softly kneaded her great rack. He wasn’t even in yet and the ‘Torium was his favourite place in the world.
“Here’s your Mum now.” Clara said as his mother walked up to them. Mum smiled down at them as Jim continued to feel up Clara, unable to bring himself to let go just yet.
“Having fun, Jimmy?” Mum asked. “I’m sure its only going to get better.”
“It sure is, my friend,” Clara told him. “You should go get ’em, tiger.”
Reluctantly he let go of the lovely tits, giving them a little squeeze to say goodbye. It was a shame Clara couldn’t come with him. Mum led him through the security gate and into a lift lobby. There was a chime and a lift opened, disgorging a rotund man in the ‘Torium style of tuxedo, top hate and cane.
“Hullo, hullo,” He called, coming over. “Peter Head, at your service, at your service.”
“Wow, Peter Head.” Mum breathed.
Jim had heard of him before. He was a famous author. Working at the Girlatorium for a man was limited to those who had given a great service to society, whether through arts, or charity, or some other method. This was due to it being quite easy, plus they got to have unlimited use of the girls whenever they weren’t working. Jim knew that this fat guy could have his fun with Clara or the others almost whenever he liked.
Head shook hands with Mum and with Jim, almost babbling niceties. He steered them into the lift, which closed and rocketed upward. Head hummed jauntily until the doors opened on what looked like an office, much like what he remembered from visiting his Dad’s work. Desks were arranged in an open plan as far back as he could see. People — women — were sitting at many of the desks, using computers. A tall stunning blonde tightly packaged in a blouse and skirt walked past, smiling at them. She gave a particularly warm smile at Jim. He noticed the blouse’s buttons were straining, her skin was visible in gaps between them.
“This is one of our office floors, Jim-my-lad,” Peter Head waved an all-encompassing arm. “The girls do a lot of the company’s work while they wait to be chosen. I thought we’d start here today, what d’you say?”
“Sure.”
“Now I’ve got to do the disclaimer. Sorry Jim but I have to do it every time someone comes for a First Girl.”
“Okay.”
“Do you, Jim Clarke, understand that girls as created by the Girlatorium are not strictly humans, that they are essentially biological robots, and thus are not intended to replace human interaction?”
“Sure.” He said.
“Great! That’s that out of the way. Let’s get started! I think we can get a bit more comfortable, don’t you?” He chuckled. The famous author unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants right there, kicking them away. Now he looked quite comical, with his tuxedo jacket, cane and top hat, above thick white legs and a tiny cock, maybe four inches long. Mum was staring at it with raised eyebrows. He looked at Jim expectantly.
“Don’t be nervous, Jim-lad,” He said warmly. “Its great fun, you’ll see.”
“Go ahead Jimmy.” Mum said.
Jim kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans, kicking them over to where Head’s pants were. He had to resist the urge to cover his crotch with his hands. It was obviously something one got used to as they got older.
“Now come on!” Head exclaimed, leading him towards the desks. “What kind of women do you like Jim?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“White, Asian, Latina, black?” Head persisted.
The whole thing was bizarre. The office, apart from being entirely populated by beautiful women, looked like a normal workplace. He was pantsless, following a pantsless famous author, with his Mum tailing them and looking about like a tourist. Stunning babes in office styles glanced up at them and smiled, especially at his dick.
“How about this young lady?”
Head had stopped next to a slim black girl with a head of curly black hair. She turned to them in her swivel chair, her face was bright and happy, with a broad white smile and big brown eyes. Her thin frame was packaged in a tight white blouse and black skirt. Head’s small erection was very close to her face.
“Hello, hello,” She said cheerily. “How are you today?”
The author didn’t answer her, instead grabbing one of her perky little tits and raising his eyebrows at Jim.
“What do you like in tits, Jim-lad?” He asked, kneading the smiling girl’s breast. “Big or little, my boy?”
Jim’s cock was hardening as he watched Head grope her. He glanced beyond her and saw another girl at the next desk, a white brunette with a big rack pushing out of her too-small blouse. She was staring at his crotch and sucking the end of her pen absent-mindedly.
“Big,” Jim croaked. “Like her.”
“Oh ho.” Head looked over, still groping. The brunette realized she was being looked at and smiled sweetly at them. He also liked her makeup, the dark eyeliner and pink lipstick made her look really slutty. Maybe he’d inherited his Dad’s fetishes.
“His Dad likes busty girls as well.” Mum said to Head, making it worse.
“I often think it runs in families,” Head said. “But let’s not rush around.”
The old author moved in on the black girl, taking hold of her curly black hair and pulling her head on to him. Smiling, she opened her mouth and the little dick disappeared inside. Head gave her a few pumps, bobbing her head on his knob and gasping.
Jim had a total erection now, as him and his mother watched the girl getting facefucked by a respected celebrity. Head pulled out after a minute, a thin trail of spit stretching out between his tip and her lips, before dropping onto her blouse.
“You want a go at her, Jim-lad?” He breathed heavily.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He mumbled.
“I’d love to suck your dick,” The girl said happily. “Is it your first time?”
“Yeah.”
“Come here baby.”