Growing into the Job, Post 537: Retail Therapy, p11

The applause hit like a slow-moving wave - heavy, rolling, and loud enough to feel in my chest. It came in pulses, like distant thunder. Or artillery. I don’t know why that’s what I thought of. Maybe because it felt like some war was starting. Or ending. 

Me? I didn’t clap. I couldn’t. Not from protest - nothing so noble. No, Cynthia Vega didn’t get my applause merely because I couldn’t seem to unclench my hands. They were folded in my lap, fingers twisted inward, curled like little claws over each other. I hadn’t realized when I’d done that. Sometime during the last few slides, I guess. And now, they just… stayed that way.

I was still seated in Lakshmi’s lap.

Perched like some oversized doll in the warm, thick cradle of my medical assistant’s thighs, my back rested against the soft rise of her chest. My ears were still ringing faintly from the presentation, and the low, constant applause only made it worse. I blinked toward the stage, but I could barely see through the watery blur at the corners of my vision.

I was still…wet.

The inside of my right thigh was soaked - the dark blue joggers clinging damply to my skin where I’d climaxed earlier. The heat of it had cooled, leaving behind the uncomfortable weight of damp cotton and an all-too-familiar, sticky warmth that made me shift slightly. I shouldn’t have. The movement just made it worse. I felt the cold spot, and the shame twist again in my stomach.

Jesus. What’s happening to me??

I swallowed, but my mouth was dry. The applause had begun to settle - not fully ending, but thinning, like the slow fade of a storm moving off the coast.

Aubrey was on our right, towering in her buttercream sweaterdress, and Josie in green was to our left. They hadn’t said anything since Cynthia Vega finished. Neither had I. We were just here, sitting in a bubble of post-presentation calm, the three of them around me with their collective warmth pressing in. Holding me together. Holding me in place.

A soft hand slipped over mine.

I didn’t jump. Aubrey’s fingers just found my right hand like they’d always belonged there.

“That wasn’t too scary, was it?” she murmured, looking down at me. Her voice, like her tender expression, was silk. Low. Soft. Made to soothe. The tone you’d use with a boy who just got through his first dentist appointment or a dog that made it through a thunderstorm.

I didn’t answer. Not because I couldn’t -  just…I didn’t know how, or what to say. Am I scared? I wondered to myself, Was I just frightened to the core by a corporate presentation on commercial real estate?? I was still shaking, I realized, just a little. Not visibly. Not in a way anyone else could see. But my core felt like water, my breath shallow and tight. The world around us had returned to motion - women turning to one another, chatting, laughter drifting in from the back of the atrium - but I hadn’t moved.

“Poor guy,” Josie whispered from my left, brushing my temple lightly with her fingers. She did it again. And again, a little slower, with more intent. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“Or a big monster,” added Lakshmi, indulgent from behind.

Josie laughed softly. I could hear the delight in her voice. Not mean. Not cruel. But… amused. “We should’ve brought juice,” she added, “Maybe one of those little pouches, something to suck on.”

“Is that what he needs?” Aubrey purred from my right, turning just enough so that her big left breast brushed my shoulder, “Something to suck on?” She paused for a moment. “I may have a mint.”

Lakshmi exhaled behind me - a soft puff of breath against my ear. Her arms stayed around me, steady, unmoving. She was a fortress made of warm flesh and quiet authority. “I think he is okay,” she said, her voice deeper now. Velvet over iron. “Are you okay, Dr. J?”

I shifted slightly, and that’s when I felt it. Her nipples, pressed against the back of my shoulder blades, two soft but undeniable points through the cotton of her scrub top and whatever bra she was wearing. Hard. Thick. Radiating heat.

Oh god. My mouth went dry again.

She adjusted her hold on me just slightly, pulling me closer into her body. Her lap accepted the shift without resistance - like it was made to hold me. “I think they are going to start the next part of the panel discussion now. You can see okay, right?” Lakshmi asked, quieter now. Her lips brushed my temple as she leaned in.

I nodded once, a quick lie. I couldn’t see anything. My eyes were blurry, my mind was fogged. My thigh was soaked. My ego was… somewhere under the weight of three towering women.

“No booster cushion for you,” Josie smirked, brushing lint from my chest. “You’ve got Kiki Lap Deluxe.” She paused dramatically. “Extra-thick thighs. Limited edition.”

Lakshmi giggled, the soft waves of her laugh jiggling through her chest.

I flushed. My ears burned. I tried to shrink away -  impossible, given I was already seated in her lap like a prize.

“I think his collar’s crooked,” Aubrey murmured, reaching up to gently tug the neck of my shirt. Her fingertips were warm, precise and tender.

Josie leaned forward again, slipping her hand to the small of my back, pressing. “Sit up straight, mister.”

I did. Automatically.

Lakshmi rewarded me with a soft, affectionate squeeze around my waist. Not unlike the way you’d hug a toddler who’d just gotten his shoes on by himself. “Good boy,” she breathed.

The applause had faded now. The women around us quieted. The panelists seated onstage were organizing their papers. I could hear someone behind us asking about business cards. But we stayed, the four of us, still.

Josie smoothed my hair with a little hum. Aubrey adjusted the cuffs of my polo shirt’s sleeves. Lakshmi held me, warm and firm and unrelenting beneath me. My body was surrounded by them, my thoughts swimming in their warmth, my sense of identity hanging somewhere in the folds of Lakshmi’s lap and Aubrey’s hands and Josie’s grin.

My pants were still wet, but nobody had said anything about that, and so I stayed. I stayed in their arms and let them fuss and touch and tease and tend. The world was changing, yes. The buildings were being bought, the cities reshaped, the power claimed. In that moment, though, I was just here -  in some sort of aftermath - sitting on a young woman’s lap like a little boy who had no business being anywhere else.

And for now I didn’t fight it.

The lights rose just slightly as Mira, the moderator, took center stage again with her signature poise. “Thank you, thank you so much for being with us here today, Ms. Vega,” she said, “Now that we’ve heard from each of our speakers, we’ll transition into our group discussion. I’ve prepared some questions, but of course we’re open to audience participation after.”

There was a rustle of paper. A sip of water. Light laughter from the front row. Somewhere nearby, a phone buzzed quietly against a leather purse.

Still in Lakshmi’s lap, her arms around me, I felt one of her hands rest lazily onto my stomach. The other cupped my hip. She hadn’t moved much since Cynthia finished, or considered putting me back in my seat, and I hadn’t asked her to. I didn’t think I should.

Aubrey was to my right, attention directed to the women onstage but now leaned subtly into me. Her posture had shifted - I could feel the press of one heavy breast more heavily against my upper arm and shoulder. It was soft but insistent, not moving. Just there, like a promise or a fact of nature.

Josie had taken to brushing her fingers through my hair again, lazily twisting strands between her fingers like she was keeping herself entertained during a lull in conversation.

Mira’s voice came again: “Let’s begin with this one,” she asked of the four women seated to her sides, behind the table, “What’s been your biggest challenge?”

A pause, then one of the panelists spoke -  I think it was the architect lady, Inez, again.

“Redefining resistance,” she said clearly, confidently. “Not in others - in myself. Learning to stop apologizing for the power I have. For what I want. For my ambition.”

More applause.

Lakshmi hummed softly behind me. Her chin dipped a little closer to my temple, and her breath warmed my scalp.

My hands still hadn’t moved from my lap. And I was still wet.

The warmth at my thigh had spread out a little, cooling at the edges, and I could feel the cling of the fabric now more acutely - sticky against the inside of my leg, especially where it had pooled near my knee. The scent of Aubrey’s perfume - soft, sugary cream and warm skin - mixed faintly with the sharper, darker hint of my own release.

I tried not to think about it, as the women of the panel tossed around responses, discussing the topic. I mostly failed.

“Next question,” Mira said from the front, after a minute or two, “How do you all think women are uniquely positioned to lead in the field of real estate?”

There were several responses. One woman said something about vision. Another about compassion as a leadership model. But it wasn’t until Sheryl spoke again that the words hit different.

“Let’s be clear, ladies, about what we’re really talking about here,” she began. I couldn’t see her clearly, but her voice sliced cleanly through the air, cool and sharp. “The thought is, the real goal,” she continued, “is if we own the buildings, we can control where they live. Where they work. Where they shop and eat.”

A few nods from the panelists. A few murmurs of agreement from the audience.

I swallowed. My mouth had gone dry again. Who was she talking about? Who were ‘they’? Men? Was she talking about me?? 

“And that’s what we want, right?” she asked the other panelists, then looked out to the audience. “If we must have them living among us, we want to control their lives.”

I dropped my face. I didn’t want her to see me. 

“We want to have them safely in our pockets, in our purses,” Sheryl continued, “and this is an important step.”

And then I felt it - Aubrey’s hand, gently descending. She reached towards my lap, slid her hand under the shopping bag that still rested on me, and let her fingers settle on my right knee - where I’d soaked through, where I was still sodden and ashamed.

She felt it, she must have felt it, but she didn’t move her hand. Not at first. She just let it rest there - a touch that could have been maternal if not for the unbearable weight of knowing. Her palm was warm. Her fingers relaxed.

Then her thumb moved. Squish. Just a soft, slow circle. Right on the inside of my knee. Squish squish. My eyes had flicked down. Beneath her hand and the shopping bag, I was trapped. My breath hitched again, just slightly but enough for Aubrey to notice.

Behind me, Lakshmi made a small sound - not a word, but a noise of low, warm awareness. Almost a purr.

To my left, Josie sucked in a breath. I didn’t even look. I knew she was biting her lip.

The thumb continued. Soft, rhythmic. Not teasing. Not overt. Just… present. Squish…squish…squish. Present like her breast. Present like the smell of their skin. Present like the fact that, just minutes ago, I’d come under their hands in the middle of a crowd.

Aubrey leaned toward me slightly, her breast pushing more firmly into me. Her voice was barely a breath. “You okay?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know.

I nodded, I think.

Her thumb circled again. The gesture was hypnotic. Then she spoke to me again. “Do you need to leave?” she asked. Not with urgency. Just curiosity. A soft offering.

Lakshmi’s arms tightened, barely. Not possessive - not quite - but with enough intent to let me know they would do whatever I needed.

Josie stopped playing with my hair. Her hand slid to my shoulder instead, where she let it rest - not heavy, not hard. But firm.

They were waiting.

I sat there. Damp. Small. Held. And, god help me, hardening again. I took a breath. Just one. And then I said it. Quietly.

“Y-yes.” It came out softer than I meant it to. Meek. Almost inaudible. But they heard it, all three of them did.

Josie let out a tiny, delighted gasp - sharp, like she'd just been handed a gift. Aubrey’s hand gave my knee a gentle squeeze, her thumb still tracing those slow, infinite circles - squish, squish, squish. Lakshmi’s arms hugged a little closer, her breath blooming against the side of my face.

“Ohhh okay Dr. J,” she murmured behind me, almost singing the words, “that is okay, we can leave if you need to.”

Josie leaned down near my cheek, her voice syrupy and amused. “He wants to go, girls. He needs a little walk.”

“A little reset,” Aubrey cooed, adjusting herself, preparing to stand. “We can leave. Just get some air. Maybe a little quiet. Right, sweetheart?”

I didn’t answer again - not out of defiance, just…well, there was nothing left to say. I was still sticky. Still damp. Still being touched.

Lakshmi’s arms unwrapped from my middle with care, like peeling back the blanket from a sleeping child. And then, with a gentle nudge at my waist, she helped me forward, off her lap.

Josie rose first, brushing down the back of herself like she’d just stood up from a picnic. I watched the groundswell of her pert bottom jiggling in her tight sea green leggings. Then, on my right, Aubrey pulled back, giving me room. She stood up herself, quietly apologizing to the women behind us for blocking their view of the stage. Lakshmi started to guide me up from behind.

“Upsy daisy, Dr. J,” she urged me. 

As I stood - if you could even call it that, as it was mostly the efforts of the girls that got me to my feet - I felt my knees wobble slightly, like my legs weren’t ready to stand. The afterglow hadn’t fully passed, and the weight of their touches clung to my skin like steam.

The girls instinctively moved in closer, supporting me on either side - one hand at my back, another at my elbow. I could feel an energy coming from them, a vibe - it seemed different than earlier today when we’d arrived at this new mall, more ripe with a smothering, protective affection.

The panel discussion was still going - something about long-term projections now, someone referencing the revitalization of city infrastructure for the upcoming gender size disparities - but the noise had gone watery again. Just voices echoing from across a shoreline. My whole world was here, right now. These three young women.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Aubrey said gently, one hand hovering at my lower back.

Josie took my left hand in hers, swinging it just slightly as we started moving past the people still sitting, into the side aisle. “You did so good,” she murmured, low and proud.

God help me that made my spine tingle.

Lakshmi stayed behind me, a steady presence, holding and adjusting the shopping bag so it draped across my front - mercifully hiding the dark stain on my navy blue joggers. Or most of it, anyway.

As we moved away from the seats, threading through a few clusters of standing women, Josie turned her head and leaned closer to me, her lips down by my ear.

“You okay to walk, honey?” she asked brightly, “Or do we need to change you first?”

My face caught fire. Changed?? Like she was talking about an infant in a d-

“Yes, Dr J,” Lakshmi added, “Do you need new pants?”

My face, as they ushered me past a female security guard, could not have been any redder. The humiliation was all but crippling. But, yes, my joggers were soaked with my seed. I couldn’t walk around like this so-

“A-actually…” I mumbled, swallowing. “Yeah. I think I… I probably do.”

Another coo, from all three. Whatever energy, whatever new maternal vibe I’d been feeling from these three girls - it just increased threefold.

Aubrey exhaled softly, as if she was gathering herself, and looked down at me smiling. “Alright, Doctor,” she said, keeping herself calm and easy, “Let’s find a place we can do it in private.”

Lakshmi brushed a lock of my hair from the back of my neck and murmured, “We will take care of everything, Dr J.”

“We’re going to change you…” Josie said, an unmistakably dreamy lilt to her voice.

And just like that, the panel, the crowd, all those women and their presentations and their slideshows disappeared behind us. They walked me away - not quickly, not like an escape - but with the quiet, deliberate movement of caretakers leading someone fragile out of the light, the confusion, the noise. Leading them somewhere safe, private, quiet and away from the crowd.

And I let them…

It was a humiliating walk through the hallway of the Vendare Center, my blood boiling in shame under the gazes of women watching the little vulni man with the stain on his pants being ushered along by three tall, beautiful young women. We were headed into the new Hera’s, one of the anchor department stores, where we could find a changing room. We entered through tall, arched glass doors - not unlike a cathedral.

I’d been in Hera’s before - not this one, but others around the city. Older ones. They were always nice, but they’d been around for a while. This was some sort of new design, and it wasn’t just a department store. Not anymore. The name alone should’ve told me that, what they were aspiring to. Inside, the walls were cream and blush-gold, the ceilings high, the lighting soft and deliberately warm. It smelled like honeyed perfume and high thread count. Everything in the air seemed to say: you are a guest in her house.

The changing rooms were at the rear, tucked behind velvet partitions and a glowing sign that simply read ‘Private Suites’. Not ‘fitting rooms’. And definitely no separate men’s section, or anything like that. Just spaces for women, here.

The room they led me to had a large wall mirror and a bench, long and plush, pale pink with rounded edges and soft upholstery. It sat in the center of the room, which was maybe twelve or fifteen feet on a side. Josie had slipped in first and checked the latch. “We’re good,” she said brightly, “it locks.”

Lakshmi came behind me and gently pressed her palm to my lower back, guiding me forward.

Aubrey entered last and stepped around to the front to lean down and give me that smile - the one that somehow said you poor thing and you’re doing so well at the same time. “Alright, Doctor,” she said softly. “Let’s get you changed.”

My breath caught when I heard the door lock. Not because I didn’t know what was about to happen, but because I did.

I stood there, awkward and uncertain, while Lakshmi opened up one of the shopping bags we had from the first store we were in, VULNI, and Josie reached in. She pulled out a pair of pajama pants, soft cotton ones, pale mint green with a gentle paisley floral pattern. Definitely not masculine, barely even neutral. They were cute, sweet, meant for sleep, softness and comfort.

“You’re gonna love these,” Josie said, unfolding them with a proud little flick. “We picked them just for you.”

“And it will be nice to get out of those wet pants, too, Dr J,” added Lakshmi, putting the bag of clothes down into a corner.

Aubrey reached out, fingertips brushing my waistband. “Ready?” she asked.

I didn’t speak. I just nodded once.

And then they undressed me, together, effortlessly. Like they’d done it a hundred times before.

Lakshmi pulled my shirt up first, carefully lifting it over my head like I was made of glass.

“W-wait-” I complained, “w-why do we need to take off my shir-?”

“Hush, shhh,” she tutted me as she folded it and set it aside as Josie gently knelt and pulled at the drawstring of my joggers, loosening it with a delicate tug.

I sensed an urgency in her voice, in all their voices.

Aubrey pressed a warm hand to my chest. “Lay back for us, Doctor.”

I’d been backed up to the bench, and felt it behind my lower thighs. I turned around to look at it, like it had been designed for someone to lie down and surrender.

I let them ease me down onto the padded bench - Lakshmi’s hand at my back, Aubrey’s on my arm - and I stared up at the soft blush ceiling, hearing only the quiet rustle of fabric and the low, rhythmic, purposefully controlled breathing of the women around me.

Then came the sweatpants.

Josie, leaned in over me at my left, started to peeled them down my hips-

“Bottoms up, babe,” she instructed and then - as I raised my hips off the bench - pulled the waistband down with a slight tug; the right leg was damp from the inside out. The moment the pants slid past my knees, the cool air hit me and I flinched.

“Oh, you poor man,” murmured Lakshmi, at my right side. She wasn’t concerned that I was cold, I don’t think. She was intently eyeing my cock, which had swollen to half-erection and was quickly becoming, at this point, an entity unto itself in the room. It was fucking huge.

“Yes, you poor baby,” Josie agreed, not teasing this time. Her voice was low, honest. She also couldn’t keep her eyes away from the monster now swelling up my belly, and had pulled my pants down past my knees. They fell to pool at my ankles.

Aubrey, at the bench’s end, by my knees and feet, had meanwhile reached into her purse and pulled out a wet wipe, maybe something for cleaning makeup. She unfolded the moist cloth and brought it gently to my inner thigh, wiping up the mess I’d earlier made on myself with tender, slow strokes, not necessarily erotic but intimate in a way that made my skin crawl with embarrassment. Her face was calm, loving, I daresay adoring as she peered down at me. Lakshmi was at my side brushing my hair back from my forehead, her fingers cool and gentle.

No one said it out loud, but I could feel it. They were changing me. They were changing me. Not just my pants. Not just my clothes. But me. Women were turning me into something different than I was before, and I was letting them do it. It was slow, and I don’t know if it was deliberate, but here I was. Look at me.

“Look at you, Dr. J,” Lakshmi whispered, in awe of my now florid erection.

Before I knew it, her hands were around my shaft.

Before I could react, complain or refuse, Josie’s left hand was under my testicles.

And before I could even groan Aubrey had leaned over me even further, squeezing her enormous breasts between her arms as she still dutifully wiped at my thighs with the cool, wet cloth.

But I did react, I did groan, and I was wide-eyed at everything.  “Oh god…”

“Dr J., language,” Lakshmi corrected me, holding my cock suddenly still.

“Nnngh…sorrry…” I moaned, clamping my eyes shut as she squeezed me and I was - feeling as vulnerable and exposed as I ever had - helplessly consumed with pleasure.

“Let’s clean you up, Doctor,” I heard Aubrey purr, as her wet cloth ran up my inner thigh.

“And let’s clean you out,” followed Josie’s reply, “Daddy.”

Lakshmi had begun to stroke me, two-handed, and I writhed on the table. I felt absolutely defenseless, naked below them, but I opened my eyes, craned my head up off the table to see that - “Holy g-” - I was huge in Lakshmi’s soft brown hands, absolutely hard. And Aubrey’s chest was so big, her waist so tiny…

“Here, let me,” Josie said, on my left, and I felt her right hand come to cradle my head from behind, supporting it at the nape so I could watch.”That better, babe?”

“nnngh…” was all I could whimper.

The girls giggled, and Lakshmi continued to stroke me as Aubrey - embellishing her display with a demure turn of her head, away from me - squeezed her breasts together even more firmly still, causing them to burgeon from between her upper arms. I moaned again.

“Oh, Daddy, you sound so miserable,” Josie teased, “here…”

She brought a finger, the index finger of her left hand, to my lips.

“...I hear you like sucking on ladies’ fingers.”

She slid her finger into my mouth and oh g-d yes as Lakshmi pumped me and as Aubrey took two slow, deliberate breaths to inflate her ungodly torso for my voracious eyes I began to suck on her finger. Suck suck suck as I groaned again, already so close, climax imminent, and suddenly-

“Do not let him make another mess, Josie,” Lakshmi said

“Oh of course not,” answered Josie as - my head still in her hand, her finger still in my mouth, she dropped herself down to receive my cock head, spreading her mouth wide and opening her jaw so that when-

“NNNgghhh!!”

- I exploded -

“NNNNNGGHHhh!”

- I exploded into her mouth -

“NNNNNGGGHHH!’”

- I exploded into her mouth and my hips bucked and my eyes clamped shut again and I spasmed and dumped a new load, another load, a heavy load of what was bursting from deep under me up into her throooooowwwttttt….

“Good boy…” Lakshmi cooed.

“Good boyyyyyyy….” Aubrey followed.

“MMMmmmmphgggbyyyyy…” Josie moaned, voice vibrating around each throb that shot load after load into her mouth. Her finger had my tongue pressed to the floor of my mouth; I was biting it with all my might.

“That is good, that is so good,” Lakshmi purred, pumping me still from the base as Josie’s mouth held me fast, sucking me now with relish and glee, “but is he biting you?”

“Itduthn’t hrrt,” Josie answered, mouth still receiving my manhood. She took to sucking, now, cheeks collapsing around me.

I had been biting her finger, clamped down on it. I dropped my jaw open, releasing her. H-how had I not bitten it off??

Josie sucked me, Lakshmi stroked me, and Aubrey cooed and preened and just let me watch her big-bosom-breathe as I came down from the crest of orgasm.

“Oh…oh my…oh m-m-M-....” I was stammering, still watching it all, my vision coming more clear. I now had enough wits to keep my speech in check, and watched my tongue.

“You can say it…” Lakshmi whispered, my cock still in hand, “What you really want to say…”

“Oh M-Melissa…” I found myself moaning. Why had I said that??

Josie chuckled around my cock, and after she was satisfied that she’d taken all I had, she released me with a <pop> to let Lakshmi give me a few last, final squeezes, and then to fall onto my belly, clean as a whistle.

“Was that okay, Dr. J?” Lakshmi asked.

I dropped my head back and moaned.

They tittered.

Then, though, they were back to my care, drying me, using my old sweatpants. They cleaned me, with more wipes. And then they positioned me, Aubrey knelt at my feet, Josie helping her slide the pajama pants up, one leg at a time. Lakshmi guided the waistband up over my hips, her palms smoothing it across my belly like she was dressing a toddler for bed. She made sure to tuck my deflated penis down my right thigh. They clucked and tuttered to me the whole time, like mother hens.

And when it was done - when I was clothed again, lying on my back in mint-green pajama bottoms, back in my grey polo shirt, with the old damp joggers folded somewhere behind me - the three of them stood above me, watching, smiling, pleased.

“There we go,” Lakshmi said, her voice thick with affection.

“Much better,” Aubrey added.

“Fresh as a daisy,” Josie giggled, with a smile betraying both teasing and pride.

A few seconds passed. No one moved.

Aubrey finally sat on the edge of the bench beside me and reached down, running her fingers slowly through my hair. “Let’s just stay here for a minute,” she said. “Let you rest...”

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