Bimbo Week Pt 01

"Welcome to Bimbo for a Week. Where you can let go of all your real world responsibilities and embrace your inner nature as a bimbo" I hated saying that but my older brother made me say it all the women who come into our shop. I think he just liked making me feel stupid. The woman I had just parroted that to looked the exact opposite of a bimbo. Sharp, business suit, briefcase for God's sake. "Could you tell me a little more about your program? And also how much you charge?" she said, narrowing her eyes.

Seeing we actually had a potential customer that's when my older brother, Hunter, swooped in. All the girls fall for Hunter. He's dark, brooding and sarcastic. He's nice to women sometimes and sometimes he's not. Apparently they like that.

"We offer a full immersive experience about what it would be like to be a bimbo and leave motherhood and the competitive corporate world behind. Only for a week and then you may return back to your normal life....if you still want to. Oh and fair warning, there will be some light exhibitionism. With your consent of course. What's your name Miss....?"

"Jacobs. Cleo Jacobs" I took stock of Miss Jacobs.She was wearing pantyhose which I thought we had left behind in the 20th century and a fitted business suit. I could tell her breasts were nice and full and started to get what Hunter called a PB (premature boner).

"It'll be $300 for the week" Hunter said, answering her second question. He was giving her a discount because she was pretty.

"I'm in" She looked nervous but determined.

"Cash or credit?" I asked. She paid with American Express.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Now we take you out to lunch. But first Sam will find you something suitable in the back because that simply won't do" She looked at me. Cue my role. Even though girls make me nervous, I'm very good at envisioning what they might look like in different outfits. "The back" is our storage room and play room. I could see Miss Jacobs looking around and her cheeks growing pink.

"Here is a good starter outfit" I handed her a tiny skirt and a micro top that I knew would not contain those giant breasts. She looked around. "Where should I change?" she asked.

I smirked, loving the fact that for an entire week, this woman was mine to control, mine to debase, mine to humiliate, mine to dominate. "What's wrong with right here?" I asked with a wink. She flushed further but made no protests. She pulled off her shirt revealing a black and pink lace bra that did not cover her breasts. Her nipples swelled at the top threatening to burst free.

"Bra too" I said and took a step closer. I heard her sharp intake of breath and knew she was enjoying this even though she looked nervous.

"I'll do the honors" It was Hunter, who always arrived to steal my thunder. He masterfully unhooked the bra. Nipples stood at attention begging, pleading. Hunter carelessly brushed them as if he didn't know how sensitive they were. She gave a little gasp.

"Skirt please," said Hunter sounding utterly bored. Cleo slipped out of her skirt leaving a pair of skimpy little panties that honestly surprised me. "Let's have these too" And Hunter put his hand between her panties as though it were his property. He whistled. "Oh ho. Greg, feel how wet she is. She's even more of a slut than I thought" his voice was low and husky. I leaned forward. She was soaking wet and she couldn't look either of us in the eye. Isn't it even hotter when the girls are shy? Although by the end of the week she wouldn't be.

I handed the micro outfit. Her nipples featured prominently. Plus as Hunter proved, she couldn't bend over without giving a good glimpse of her behind. "Pretend I'm a man behind you on the street" said Hunter, with a cruel smile, "Bend over". I could see her hole puckered for a week of teasing from the both of us. I wanted to excuse myself and rub one out but Hunter was the opinion that we all be as sexually frustrated as possible until we fucked her raw on Saturday.

We went to a fancy restaurant. All the men stared, several of their wives shot hostile glances at Cleo probably thinking she was a prostitute we had hired for the evening.

"So Cleo a little more about you. Sexually of course. That's all you are to us this week" Hunter said, swirling the wine in his glass.

"I am....inexperienced. But I'm not vanilla. I want to do wild things with wild men. I want to be valued on my body. I want to be dominated. I want what you offer" Hunter nodded approval.

"Do you watch porn often? And what kind?"

"Humiliation. Exhibitionist. Just anything a good girl shouldn't watch" I felt her leg make its way up my leg under the table and rest next to my erection.

"Well tonight masturbate tonight until you are about to cum. Then I want you to stop. You are not allowed to come" Hunter said. "You promise?" Cleo looked nervous but nodded,

That night Cleo eased her hands into her panties. Christ she had been wet all day. She could probably come without any stimulation but she read some erotica about two brothers who exploited women, bearing an eerie similarity to her situation. She couldn't tell who was Hunter. Hunter with his smirk as though he knew all the naughty thoughts in her head. Or Greg who was clearly shy but definitely interested. He had been sporting red cheeks and a very large boner all during dinner. She had massaged it subtly. She wasn't sure how Hunter might feel. Two men. Hers for the whole week. She fell asleep, the scent of her arousal on her hands.

I was picturing Cleo. I bet she had her sweatshirt hiked up past those magnificent breasts. Maybe she'd even be naked. Oh God how I wanted her. I pictured her squatting over my face so I could properly eat her out. I bet she tasted sweet with a hint of salty. I'd beg for more lapping her sweet nectar up. I pictured her whimpering, beginning, squealing, screaming. Suddenly my cock jerked and a rope of cum landed on my chest. I heard a laugh and realized that I wasn't alone. My brother stood over me. He had his own cock off and he was laughing.

"Glad to see your so excited bro" I blushed and he left me in my own mess.