She wore the small frilly apron that was centered over stomach. She wore a small V-string that barely covered her pussy and what it did cover was cons...ructed of a sheer panel.A small black bonnet with white lace trim perched on her head. Fishnet stockings covered her legs, held up by black garters that extended from the corset. She walked on 6-inch black silhouette heels.She opened the door and peaked out to make sure no one was there. Then she rushed to the conference door, her bare boobs. Now your dicks."At least in part, they were typical men: they drew a sharp breath. They were worried. I knew I would drag out this part, and draw as much enjoyment as I could from their mute questions."So, boys, there are really three types of dickgirls. There are the tiny little sissies, boys with underveloped bodies, small dicks and small tits. There are the normal looking ones, unremarkable female bodies that just happen to have a cock. Sometimes a big cock. Then there are the baroque. He stood at the floor to ceiling windows and watched as hundreds of people slowly vacated the building. He knew Miranda would come say her goodbyes as she always did before she left for the night. The light knock came shortly after, as expected. “Come in,” he said. His beauty opened the door and leaned in, and the sight of her in the tight knee length skirt had his body hardening instantly. “Just came to say goodnight, boss,” she said with a warm smile. It’s what she said every evening. Not. That dress will help” he said and laughed. Jenny didn’t see the funny side at all.3pm and the prospective customers arrived at the office. Jenny greeted them and showed them into Brad’s office. Three executives are there and immediately Brad notices the head man, Eric, is eyeing off Jenny. “Jenny” he says “would you rustle up some coffee for us”. She hid her anger and gets the coffee. Handing them out again Brad notices Eric again leering at Jenny’s boobs. He smiles. This is going to be so.