The Reorg
By Gregory Michelson
Chapter 11
* * *The chapter in the reorg manual had been blank. Cassie had stared at the blank pages all last night. She couldn’t go to the next chapter, because well, it was for tomorrow and you didn’t read ahead, you just didn’t. That would be…
Not taking instruction.
So she spent the night finishing up her paperwork, and also… cleaning.
Like a good girl. Cassie found herself, once again on her knees, making certain that every big of the floor was just shiny, showing that she was disciplined and willing to work hard…
Like a good girl.
Cassie frowned for a moment. She hadn’t enjoyed being called girl, but that was…
“That’s just silly,” she said to the empty room, a cleaning rag in one hand. Mops just didn’t get the grime like a good scrub when you were close enough to see any nasty bits of dirt.
Because of course a guy is gonna call me a good girl if I’ve done the work.
Cassie closed her eyes, imagining her cleaning on her floor in the office, men walking past the open door and congratulating her on her work, on…
“What a good girl I am…” Cassie said and moaned at the surge of heat that flared in her pussy, her swollen folds damp.
What a good girl, on her hands and knees, cleaning, her big ass raised, open… vulnerable.
She licked her lips and kept working at a little grimy spot. Sure most people would say it was not a big deal, but they weren’t good girls.
And would they just stop at looking… Cassie bit her lip and shivered, one hand still scrubbing, the other moving under her body, slipping between the fabric of her panty and her wet, sensitive pussy.
I might be working and then…
“Ooohhhh…” Cassie moaned she imagined some strong hands on her ass, a chuckling man telling her to keep working and he’d reward her like a good girl… He’d pulled up her business skirt, showing off her soaked panties and then…
She slipped her fingers into her wet cunt, gasping at the sensation, her body quivering.
“I think a good girl needs a reward!” he’d say and she’d hear the sound of him unzipping his fly.
“Gotta…ah! Gotta get that spot!” Cassie gasped out. She was laying down on the floor, her tits pillowed against the floor and now her thumb was rubbing her clit and it felt so incredibly fucking good!
He’d laugh and then she’d feel his cock pressing against her pussy as he pushed her sodden panties aside, teasing her as he rubbed his big, fat, cockhead against her slit…
Would it be Tom, or Dave, or Mike… She shuddered. Maybe it’d be one of the janitors, the older men, a little chubby, but with a nice, fat cock to reward the girl who was making their life easier…
She bit her lips and squealed in delight as she thrust another finger into her pussy, imagining a cock just stretching her, a pair of strong hands grabbing her by the hips…
“You keep scrubbing now, Cassie…”
“Y-yes!” Cassie gasped, “scrub…” Her eyes were closed, moaning as she kept working herself…
And then she came imagining the cock just exploding into her, spraying hot cum into her open, greedy womb, filling her up with seed…. Her scream echoed through the empty room as she just collapsed.
Long moments ed and then Cassie rolled over and looked down at the floor.
There was a puddle of her own juices on it.
She giggled. Not only had she cum…now she got to clean it up! Smiling, Cassie grabbed another cloth and got to work.
The next morning, Cassie was happy, showing up early, memories of a quick breakfast and then washing the dishes in her mind. Other women were streaming in, eager to get started with cleaning their offices and cubicals before they could get to the business of the day.
But nobody came in to her office, and Cassie, even though the cleaning was just wonderful as usual, bit her lip in disappointment.
But she was finished and it was time to head up to the new clinc.
I wonder why they put it here instead of us just going out?
Cassie shook her head. That was probably part of the reorg and it was important to keep an open mind.
She saw girls sitting in the office that had been repurposed. On the walls where were posters and stuff, talking about the importance of being clean and pretty.
Cassie nodded at that. Clean and… pretty. The woman saying that on the poster was bending forward, the collar of her loose sweater pulled down and showing off how she wasn’t confining her heavy tits in a bra.
“Cassie?” the voice drifted out from an open door and Cassie got up. She should be annoyed but…
It was nice, being informal… Even if the voice was a girls.
Inside, there was an examination chair, resembling the chair at her gynecologists office, and next to it a woman—and the first thing that Cassie noticed was how curved she was. A half-shirt showed off the underboob of her rounded, heavy tits, while a purple miniskirt clung to her rounded form. She was at least 40, Cassie bet, and… padded.
It looked kinda cool, and she imagined what she looked like when she was on the ground, cleaning up the floor, her ass in the air and tits on the ground.
In fact, she was cleaning right now, holding a little cloth and wiping down the armrest of the chair.
“Like hi!” she said. “I’m Patti!”
“Patti?” Cassie asked.
“Well, I mean, like my name is Dr. Patricia Evans, but that’s so fucking boring isn’t it, so Stanley, he used to be my nurse, said Patti sounded better.” She made a little hop, her tits threatening to escape their confinement. “And it does!”
It really does. After all, Patricia was just stuck up and arrogant. Patti was much more approachable.
“Now,” Patti said, “I see your bosses already filled out your sheet, so we can get started! What kind of body do you want?”
What?