"While there's a lot I'd love to do with you today, Allegra darling..." Colleen began, ill-intentioned mischief dancing in her eyes. "...I have to admit that I'm feeling quite sore. I believe a nice soak in the hot tubs and pool would do my body wonders. But, well, you're the expert here, so what do you think?"
"That...sounds reasonable to me." You concluded, a bit thrown off that the first words out of the walking she-devil's mouth wasn't something like 'I want to eat you' or 'You should become my new stress toy', or some other inane and degrading premise. "I think a soak does wonders for loosening up the body's tension and washing away stress...no pun intended."
Colleen chuckled politely at your wordplay, and for about a single full second it genuinely felt like you were having an honest-to-god normal interaction with the woman...until you saw that dangerous twinkle in her eye. It was a knowing look, even if the message it was conveying was one you couldn't grasp. You sensed you'd stepped right into a trap, but what the trap was, you had no idea.
"Excellent! Ah, I'm in such good hands, aren't I? You'll be such good support today, Allegra!" Colleen sighed, pressing a hand against in her cheek in a theatrical display of affectionate content that you were positive was meant to be mocking, and yet you just couldn't quite place your finger on it.
Colleen then placed you on her shoulder, and you began to direct her towards the staircase that would lead to the pool and hot tub area downstairs. However, before either of you moved a step, Linda shouted out from her office.
"And Allegra? I'm doing a performance eval of your work today, and you only pass if Leeny gives you a good grade! So you better impress the hell out of her, or I might have to reacquaint you with my work boots again!"
You shuddered, your blood running cold. Your boss had a habit of being strict but...well, actually, she really wasn't 'fair' at all. Especially not to her affected employees, namely you and Frankie. Linda could be exacting as hell, and she wasn't afraid of doling out punishment for what she deemed unsatisfactory work...which meant work that Linda felt wasn't bringing her enough profit. For her unaffected employees she'd give them a slap on the wrist, or a minor pay deduction at worst. For you and Frankie, you often found yourself forcibly enrolled into demeaning tasks involving your squishy natures. Like, for instance, just the other week where Linda had pulled out your stretchy tongue and used it to clean gunk off of her mud-crusted boots, which took the better part of three days for you to wash the taste out of your mouth afterwards.
Not waiting for your reply, Linda ducked back into her office, your boss turning her apathetic attention back towards the only 'Linda Problem' that ever motivated her...counting the day's earnings.
Your gaze settled back again on your giantess companion, who was gazing at you with a friendly smile, and a coy batting of her eyelashes.
You felt a part of your soul shrivel up.
It was bad enough to have to spend your entire day in the presence of a CTC middle-manager who viewed your entire species as nothing more than objects to be used. But now your boss was forcing you to be on your best behavior, cater to Colleen's every whims, and bend over backwards to appease her at every turn? Sure, you were way too nice of a person to actually ruin Colleen's session just because the woman's mere presence made your blood boil. Your principles were too strong to be that petty. But having to set dignity aside and pretend you were actively enjoying being around someone as awful as Colleen? And knowing that she knew how much you hated this? Yeah, it was rough.
"R-Right this way, Colleen." You said, trying to feign a happy mood.
Colleen gave you a teasing look. "Do you often refer to your clients by their first name, Allegra? That feels a little strange to me."
Your eye twitched. "S-Sorry. Right this way, miss."
"Aah, that's better!" Colleen brightened, but again you caught the darker glint in her eye. She was absolutely delighted that you were so uncomfortable. Or rather, knowing her, she was happy that you were having to debase yourself. After all, she believed tinies basically existed to serve unaffected, so Colleen always sought any opportunity she could to force tinies like yourself into situations where you had no choice but to serve.
Finally, the two of you left the lobby of Small Stature, Big Heart, and headed down to the basement pool and hot tub area. This early in the morning, no one else was really around, so you and Colleen were the only ones in the changing room. You hopped off of the plus-sized auburn-haired woman's shoulder and respectfully turned your back to her so she could change in peace. For a moment, you heard the sound of shuffling fabric as Colleen dug around in the bag she'd brought, and presumably changed.
But then, there was a long stretch of silence, followed by the giantess letting out a heavy sigh.
"Oh dear, that's unfortunate." Colleen said, and the tone of her voice made you curious enough to turn around.
Instantly, you realized you'd fallen into yet another trap, as Colleen had only changed her bottoms (losing the skintight leggings and gaining a pair of black skirted bikini bottoms), and she was otherwise utterly topless. On pure instinct and shock alone, your jaw dropped open at the sight of the golden-brown-skinned woman's utterly gargantuan bare breasts practically right in your face, subtly swaying and jiggling as she leaned side-to-side.
Catching you staring, Colleen had the audacity to act scandalized. "Wha? Allegra? Why are you staring?" Colleen asked, with so much sincerity that you would've believed her anguish was real if you didn't (unfortunately) know the woman so well. "Are you always this perverted with your clients?" She made a lazy effort to cover her modest, but did so in a way that clearly just drew more attention to her boobs in the way she squished her arm against her massive mammaries.
"No, Col--miss. I-I thought there was trouble, when you sighed like that." You explained, looking down at your feet.
"Well, there is trouble." Colleen explained. "I seem to have left my bikini top at home. I only brought the bottoms."
You frowned. Colleen wasn't apathetic like Linda, or forgetful like your wife, or lazy like your best friend, Anneli. In fact, part of what made her so terrifying was how well-put-together she was. It really didn't seem likely that she might've forgotten her bikini top at home when she'd clearly had plans to swim today. Curiosity again getting the better of you, your eyes darted to the floor where her bag lay, and you were easily able to make out the sight of a black bikini top lying within it, alongside a flesh-toned (uncomfortably flesh-toned, actually) and well-worn sweat rag.
"Um...I think I see it, miss. It's right in your bag."
Colleen put her hands on her hips (abandoning her modesty, and letting her huge bare breasts wobble wildly once more). "Are you saying I'm wrong, Allegra? Or worse, dumb? I'm telling you I forgot it, and you're making fun of me."
You forced yourself to swallow your mounting annoyance. "R-Right, my apologies. Well, thankfully, we at Small Stature, Big Heart can supply you with a rental top."
"Oh, really? Well, that's wonderful news!" Colleen smiled, like this had been her plan all along.
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