Carson Griffin stood with his arms folded, steel gray hair over steel gray eyebrows furrowed so

tight they almost touched. His nostrils flared as he looked at the crowd in the courtyard below.
Stupid protesters, protesting his company, protesting him. He turned around, closed his eyes and
took three deep breaths and unfolded his arms. His right hand man, a young, thin, ginger by the
name of Marcus Pfieffer stood there, passively observing his boss. Pfieffer was no kiss ass.
While others might try to emulate their boss’s style, the dark gray suit and tie, he wore no jacket,
a thin, red tie his only accessory.

“What do these morons want Pfieffer?” Griffin sat at his desk.

“For you to find a new location for the Misty Meadows Luxury Apartments sir.” The
troubleshooter looked up from his smart phone.

“What the hell for?” The developer shook his head. “The location is perfect, right off the
Interstate, but just close enough to the city.”

“Yes, but apparently the wetlands we are digging up are the only mating location for an
endangered bird, the, ah, blue pecker.”

“Fuck’s Sake. They’d find something no matter what. You know what Pfieffer? If that bird is too
stupid to find somewhere else to breed, it deserves to go extinct.”

“Maybe so sir,” Pfieffer stepped forward, fearless, “but they have the media’s attention.”

“How? We only announced the site last week.”

“Apparently their ersatz leader, Ms. Casey Ruth, is quite the organizer. From my research,
without her, the personality conflicts among the rest of the leadership would cause the whole
thing to fall apart.”

“God, how I wish for the times you could just hire someone to take someone like that.”

“Maybe not in the most extreme sense sir. But I’ve taken the liberty of contracting a specialized
firm.”

“Good man.” Griffin smiled wide.

On the pavement below the crowd was standing shoulder to shoulder. The group was diverse,
both racially and economically, though it skewed younger, which Casey figured would be the
case. She stood off to the side, letting the rest of the leadership talk to the press and lead the
crowd in chants. She knew the real work was done on the sidelines, and she was good at it. She
looked over the ten sheets of paper. Most had left at least an email address to reach them later.

“Here you go Casey,” a skinny young man with brown hair covering his eyes handed her a
clipboard, “we got a bunch of phone numbers.”
“You are the best Harry,” she praised him, brushing the long, dirty blonde hair out of her blue
eyes. The fit young woman wore blue jeans, a tee shirt advertising the gym she went to, and a
knee length, tan cardigan. “If you hadn’t come along at the last minute, most of these people
would have never heard from us again. Hopefully you can help with some follow up.”

“When?” He put his hands in his pockets, nervous.

“Why don’t I go over the script with you tonight?” She offered.

“Oh, I told my roomie I’d make dinner.” He explained sheepishly.

“What’re you having?”

“Chicken Parm. Free range chicken though!”

“Cool. Got enough for one more? We could go over the rap for your phone calls while you
cook.”

“I, um, sure. My roommate’s not exactly like me though. Actually, he’s nothing like me.”

“Good thing I’m not there to hang out with him then, right?”

They made their plans and she left to make sure the other volunteers got people to sign in. None
of them did half as well as Harry. While she did that, he helped the handful of senior citizens that
joined them to the van Casey arranged. Looking back to make sure he could see her, he got the
van going and then texted his roomie.

Later, in his kitchen she went over the script with him. She taught him about the parts of the rap,
why they had to be in the order they were in. He took it all in as he chopped onions, filleted
breasts and made sauce. Harry practiced the script while prepping dinner and she gave him
feedback, especially when he used weak language.

“We’re not trying to stop Griffin Management,” she gently coaxed him, “we are going to stop
Griffin Management. Confidence is key when getting people to come back.”

“Sorry.” He pulled an awkward face.

“Don’t be. You’re new, you’ll get it.”

“So,” he grunted slightly as he lowered the pan of chicken and sauce into the oven, “Now we just
got to wait. Derrek will do the prep dishes.”

“No I won’t.” His roommate said as he passed them on his way from the bathroom to the living
room. He was a bit taller than Harry, and slightly heavyset. His buzzcut hair was hidden under a
white fedora with a gold band and he wore a green “Hawaiian” print shirt with tan cargo pants.
This, for Derrek, was dressing up according to Harry.
The scrawny nerd shook his head, rolled his eyes and reached up into the cupboards to produce a
long, pink bong. He packed it, and went to lit it, then stopped and looked up.

“Oh, um, I should have asked if you mind?” He pulled the awkward face from earlier.

“Oh,” she shook her head, “No, go ahead. I’ve been known to myself.”

“Cool.” He took a hit off the bong, held it in and exhaled. “You want some?”

“Why not?” Casey followed suit. When the bong was full she inhaled the thick smoke, her head
going light almost instantly. Strangely her throat was just fine. “Wow. This is... mellow.”

“Yeah, my uncle grows it. Says it’s for the ladies... um not that.”

“It’s okay Harry.” She laughed. It was clear he had a crush. She really did not have the time or
inclination. Her last boyfriend was an an abusive, alpha “activist.” None of her girlfriends
believed her about his behavior. Harry was different, but she was not ready, and besides, he was
kind of puny for her. They each took a couple more hits while practicing and waiting for dinner.

They ate in the living room. Derrek refused to get up from his computer, but that just mean they
had the rest of the large space to themselves. There was no dining room, and the bedrooms barely
had room for their beds. In fact Harry’s dresser was in the living room. Casey sat a comfortable
distance from him on the couch, but not so far as to make him feel embarrassed or unworthy.
When they were done, they took all the dishes, including Derrek’s to the kitchen, came back to
the living room and stretched out, Casey in the corner facing Derrek in the far corner. He was
watching porn.

“Dude,” Harry complained, “could you at least where headphones.”

“No,” Derrek snapped, “I can’t. Because somebody got crap in the jack and burned it out because
they were eating while Skyping with their girlfriend.”

“You have a girlfriend.” Casey smiled and socked him in the arm.

“Uhm, no, it’s um, my cousin.”

“Second cousin” Derrek bellowed, “and she’s hot. Her tits aren’t as nice as yours though.”

“Gee, thanks.” She snarked back.

“I am, so sorry. Um, we can switch seats.” But Casey refused, she knew that would give a guy
like Derrek what he wanted, thinking he could get to her. Harry picked up a headset, “Um, it’s
got a really good hands free mic. They, uh, shouldn’t be able to hear, you know.”

“Good, that would be awkward.” She laughed.

Harry nodded and got to it. Casey listened closely, again giving feedback when he needed it, and
a thumbs up when he did well. A little stoned and honestly distracted by Derrek’s choice of
entertainment, she missed a few things, but it seemed like Harry got it. After half an hour it really
was going smoothly, the only annoyance being the particularly shitty sound quality of Derrek’s
porn. They got through an hour of calls, at the end of which Casey congratulated him on a job
well done.

“So, um,” He shrugged his shoulders high, “I talked to some of the older folks, and they’re down
for coming up here to do some sign making tomorrow. I’m getting paint tomorrow, and I’ll make
sure and clean up this time.”

“Oh, are you inviting me?”

“I mean, you’re probably busy.”

“Not at all. I go to the gym really early, but afterward I can help. I may have to make some phone
calls though.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool.” He bounced excited as he escorted her to the door.

“Man, you gotta tap that.” She heard Derrek through the door and just rolled her eyes.

She got home and passed out in her clothes. In the morning she realized her hands were down
her pants and she was wet. In fact it felt like she had been masturbating all night long. That was
weird enough but then she sat up and realized it was already light out. She missed the gym. It
would be crowded and she hated going when it was crowded. She showered and got dressed in
her signature look. She liked it because it was just basic enough to get people to underestimate
her.

A quick text to Harry and she learned that he was already at the store but expected the elderly
activists around two. That gave her time to at least get data entry done and make a few calls of
her own. A quick trip to the big box store to get a few extra art supplies just in case and she rode
the bus over to Harry’s place. They set up the TV trays with clothes and paint brushes and
waited. Then they waited more. After an hour it was clear no one was showing up.

“I’m sorry.” Harry was crestfallen. “I suck.”

“No you don’t.” She encouraged him. “Honestly, this happens two thirds of the time. It’s that one
third that makes the difference. Don’t give up.”

“Thanks. So. Get high to commiserate?”

“No, but I’ll get high to celebrate your education as an organizer.”

“Even better.” He packed the bong and let her take the first hit.
In fact she took two or three for each of his. She felt relaxed, and safe and, more than a little
horny. She felt herself feeling guilty that Harry was not her type. If she kept feeling this aroused
she would have to hit the clubs later, maybe. The more she smoked, the less likely it seemed.

“Oh, I am sooooo high right now.” She laughed slouched deep in the corner of the sectional.

“I see.” Harry nodded. “Um, I just got a text from work, my paycheck that was late came in. Are
you OK here while I get it?”

“Suuure.” She looked across the room at Derrek’s back. He was watching the same porn as
yesterday. She whispered, “he doesn’t bother me.”

It was true, other than the strange popping noise from the bad audio, nothing got to her. In fact
even that was kind of becoming part of the routine. She smiled a goofy grin until she noticed that
Derrek was jerking off. She thought of saying something, but the whole thing was just weird.
She watched his hand slide up and down his rather large pecker. Her jaw went slack and she did
not even notice her legs spreading as she melted even more into the couch. She licked her lips as
her right hand went to her crotch. It was only another minute before his head went back and
thick, gooey jism dribbled down his shaft. He got up, zipped his pants without wiping himself
off.

“Like the show?” He smirked as he walked past to the bathroom.

“Wha... no, I wasn’t.” She gulped as he chuckled his way through the kitchen.

“Hey.” Harry panted as he came through the door. “Everything OK?”

“Yeah.” She lied. “Everything’s great.”

“Cool.” He sat right next to her. “Hey can I ask you. Do you always wear those cardigans?”

She explained to him, groggily, the details of her fashion strategy. Casey was a little surprised
that he actually listened. She was even more surprised that he seemed less nervous. He just
nodded away as she talked, not being rude when she repeated herself stoned as she was, and
when she was done he scratched his head.

“That’s pretty slick. Maybe you could do more to get them to underestimate you. Like, Derrek
didn’t put it very classy.”

“Fuck you hippy.” Derrek spat jovially as he passed by again.

“Yeah, not classy but you do have, you know,” he put his hands in front of his chest, “rather
impressive... breasts. If you wore something low cut, showed a little more skin, they’d probably
figure you were some harmless, to use HIS terminology, big titted bimbo.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea.” She nodded.

“Thanks.” Harry smiled.

“He just wants to see your tits.” Derrek shouted over his shoulder.

“No I don’t. I mean, I wouldn’t mind. It’s just...”

“It’s OK Harry I know what you mean.” She got up, leaned over, and gave him a polite kiss on
the cheek.

“Um, thanks. Uh, come by tomorrow. I can make dinner again.”

“Sure.” She agreed and let the door close behind her.

“Someone’s gonna get his dick wet.” Derrek teased.

Casey barely made it home, she collapsed face first into bed, still wearing her clothes again. This
time she dreamed vividly about wild sex with dozens of men. They called her a bimbo and a slut
and in the dream it turned her on. She especially liked it when they called her dumb. She came
hard and woke up still cumming.

“Oh god!” She fingered herself furiously. She panted as she diddled herself finally arching back
and cumming again, she could still hear the men calling her dumb. She let herself bask in the
warmth and dizziness post climax. She missed the gym again, but that seemed less important.
She thought about the names again, her pussy twitched and she shed her clothes and pushed to
fingers inside herself, rubbing until her tongue sagged out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back
in her head. She took a deep breath when she was done. “What the hell has gotten into me?”

She tried to right some reports for her bosses. Words escaped her however. Simple terms took her
a minute or more to recall. After trying for an hour she sighed a heavy sigh, cleaned herself and
the apartment and got dressed. She thought about Harry’s suggestion, and opted for a low v neck,
and a skirt coming a little above the knees. She kept the cardigan, that was just her style. Taking
the bus to Harry’s, she noticed men noticing her, not thinking about the fact that she picked up
the new habit of playing with her hair.

“Hippy’s still shopping for tonight.” Derek told her as he sat back in his chair after letting her in.
“Gonna have to wait. He packed that stupid bong for you and said go ahead if he wasn’t here.”

“Thanks.” She made sure he knew it was sarcastic.

She took one hit, then another. She finished the bowl and saw the bag just lying there. Obviously
Harry would want her to pack another. She did so, and only took one hit, making sure the rest
was ready for him. She grinned, slouched and watched Derrek and his porn, her legs spreading
again as she did so. Every pop of the bad audio felt kind of nice at this point. She giggled
whenever it did. She watched Derrek pull it out again. This time he turned to face her to let her
get a good view. Two could play at that game.

Casey hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and started rubbing herself. The harder her
stroked,the faster she rubbed, both of them grinning like it was a competition. She slowly pushed
her right middle finger inside her while she used her left one to play with her clit. As she did so,
she admired Derrek’s technique on his own sex. Before long, they were both cumming. Casey
found herself panting and sweating. They hurriedly fixed their clothing.

“Hey guys, making lasagna.” Harry rushed past, “help yourself to more weed Casey.”

He made dinner and Casey lazily ate it. Harry excitedly tried to discuss strategy, and base
building, and whatever else he could think of, but Casey’s mind was not on it. Instead she was
enjoying the popping sound of Derrek’s porn, which he left on when he left the apartment to get
snacks. When he returned he grinned at her from behind Harry, pulled out his dick and started
stroking. She could not keep herself from smiling back.

“So what do you think?” Harry asked.

“Huh?” She did not look at him. He turned around.

“Oh.” He said, “You like that?”

“Yeah she’s a total slut.” Derrek smirked.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a slut Derrek,” Harry looked over his shoulder, “In fact being
a slut is kind of a good thing, right Casey?”

“Yeah. Uh sure.”

“In fact, if you want to be a slut and jill yourself while Derrek and I jack off, you can. Is that
what you want?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well OK then.”

Derrek turned around and tilted the monitor toward her. Harry sat back, undid his fly and
whipped out the biggest cock Casey had ever seen. Pre cum was already flowing down the shaft.
She lifted her skirt all the way, dropped her panties, and started to masturbate eagerly. The men
jerked slow and steady as she diddled herself, using her left hand to play with her tits. She
thought for a moment this was not like her, but it was just to good to stop. A half hour of this and
her vision blurred as her orgasm took over.

“Let me know when you want to do that again.”

“Just need a minute.”

“We can wait.” And they did, between each of the four sessions. At the end the guys stood over
her. “Well, we got the rally at the construction site tomorrow. See you there. You want to give the
boys a good night kiss before you go?”

“Yeah.” Casey’s head wobbled. She leaned over and kissed each of their dicks on the tip, licking
the jizz off her lips when she was done.

The next day only a dozen people besides the other organizers, Harry, and Casey, showed. It was
a pretty pathetic, but lively, bunch. The news was set up across the street getting a wide view of
the non existent crowd. As they chanted, Casey stood there, angry, in her cardigan, a jean skirt
half the length of her thighs, and a yellow crop top.

“Thanks a lot Casey,” Joe, the media guy scowled at her before crossing the street.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to make the calls.” He just shook his head as she shouted out. “God I’m such
a ditz.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself.” Harry rubbed her back. “Two times out of three, right?

“Two times out of three what?” She asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” He smiled.

“Excuse me, Miss Ruth?” Marcus Pfieffer called out to her.

“Uh, yeah. Like, who are you?”

“I represent Mr. Griffin.”

“Who?”

“The man you’re protesting.”

“Oh.”

“He would like to have a meeting with you. Does tomorrow at three work?”

“Um.”

“We’ll make sure she’s there bootlicker. There told him right hon?”

“Uh, yeah! Bootlicker!”

She went home with Harry later. He packed a different bong for her. It was blue and looked like a
cock. She laughed as she took several hits from it. Slumping back she did not flinch when Harry
and Derrek sat on either side of her. They pulled out their cocks. She figured what the hell and
began stroking them.

“To bad about today,” Derrek was actually being nice. “I don’t know what kind of organizer you
are, but you’re a real good slut.”

“Thanks Derrek.” Casey tried to smile through a pout.

“You have to worry about so... uh, much,” Harry soothed her, “I bet it would be easier if you
were a DUMB slut.”

“Right!” She laughed and made sure to get fancy with her thumbs, sliding them at different
pressure over their glans.

“Hell,” Derrek shifted, “I bet you wish could be a dumb slut.”

“You know, I do!” She nodded confidently.

“Maybe you are.” Harry wondered.

“I don’t think so.”

“But,” Derrek asked, “would a dumb slut know if she was dumb?”

“Huh. I dunno!” She scrunched her face.

“You don’t know?” Harry pushed, “you must be pretty dumb if you don’t know.”

“Huh” her jaw went slack. “I guess you’re right. OH!”

“There ya go.” Harry said as she giggled, the cum covering her hands, “I didn’t make dinner, will
that be enough for you?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Cool, then my friend Bambi is going to pick you up to make sure you look real nice tomorrow.”

Later, in Bambi’s apartment Casey laid back on the table. Bambi, a red headed bimbette with
gigantic tits and ass to match, rubbed oil into the girl. Next she poked the girls lips, twice each,
one on the left and right. Casey’s hair was already damp from the dye. She was going to be
platinum blonde.

“What’s that stuff do?” Casey asked as Bambi rubbed.

“It’ll give you a nice, light, smooth tan.”

“Oh.”

“Here, take this hon.” Bambi put a purple pill over her mouth.

“What’s that do?” The confused girl begged.

“It’ll make your titties bigger by tomorrow.”

“But my boobies are already big.”

“C-cups? Really?”

“Ummm...” Casey opened wide.

“There ya go. You’ll be nice D cups when you wake up tomorrow. I’ll make sure you look
pretty.”

“Thanks.”

The next day Casey stared at the guide in The Griffin Building lobby. She wore a yellow tube
top, a tight jean skirt that just covered her up, and bright yellow four inch stilettos. She jutted a
puffier lower lip out in confusion. She could not read any of it.

“Miss Ruth.” Pfieffer called out.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here. I can’t read.” She leaned in “I’m kinda a dumb slut.”

“Well, just take this elevator here and it will take you right to Mister Griffin.”

“Who?”

“The man you’re here to see.”

“Oh yeah!” She giggled and went in the elevator. She was confused when the doors opened and i
was a brand new room.

“Come in Miss Ruth.” Carson Griffin called out. He was kind of sexy Dad, she decided. Tall,
gray hair, kinda muscly but not gross muscly. His jacket was slung over his chair and the top two
buttons of his shirt were undone. “All of this fuss over a silly bird.”

“Right?” Casey tried to pretend she knew what he was talking about. “It’s just a dumb bird.”

“Mr. Pfieffer told me you are a dumb slut. Is that true.”

“Yyyyeah. My friend Harry explained it to me.”

“He sounds like a nice guy.” Griffin sat back in his sofa.

“He really is.”

“Do you know why you’re here Casey?”

“Not really.” She admitted, embarrassed.

“Well, if you’re a dumb slut, maybe it’s so we can fuck.”

“That makes sense.” She lit up.

“Well why don’t you,” he grunted and pulled his pecker out, “get this pecker nice and wet.”

“Sure.” She wiggled over and kneeled in front of him. Leaning over she took his shaft right into
her mouth and began bobbing up and down. She could not believe how wonderful it felt and
tasted. Before long she was drooling profusely, almost, but not quite, like a faucet.

“My, but you sure got that pecker good and wet.”

“Yeah did!” She laughed, kissed it and stroked.

“Are you ready to fuck this pecker?”

“Totally” She pulled her skirt up and her tube top down.

“First I need you to do something.”

“Get it more wet?”

“No. I need you to ride me reverse cowgirl, you know what that is?” She nodded. “Good, do that,
smile wide, and the whole time shout, fuck the pecker.”

“Oh OK.” She turned around, bent over and slid him inside of her. She did not need help with the
wide smile. She laughed as she bounced declaring over and over “Fuck the pecker! Fuck the
Pecker! Fuck the Pecker! Hee hee Fuck the Pecker!!”

“Bleep the Pecker! Bleep the Pecker!” Casey sat in Bambi’s place the next day watching herself,
her tits pixelated and language censored.

“Bleep the Pecker!” One more time before it cut to her standing fully clothed “It’s just a dumb
bird.”
“That was Casey Ruth, the organizer behind the protests against Misty Meadows Luxury
Apartments.” The woman on the TV said. “Joe Morgan, the media liaison for Action For Truth
had this to say.”

“Ms. Ruth no longer works for us. We don’t know what she was trying to prove. Maybe she was
an agent provocateur, but we will continue to fight this shameful project.”

“Despite this assertion,” the TV woman announced “the organization failed to bring more than
four people to their latest rally.”

“What’s that all mean?” Casey asked Bambi.

“It means you’re out of a job honey.”

“Awwww. What do I do now?”

“Maybe Mr. Griffin can help.”

“Who?”

“The guy fucking you on TV?”

“Oh riiiiight!” She laughed

“Let me pick out your outfit.”

Casey swayed into the office building wearing a pleated jean skirt that only covered half her ass,
the same stiletto heals, and a bikini top that was little more than two cloth coverings for her
nipples. Again she got confused in the lobby, and again she was amazed when she and Pfieffer
arrived in a new room.

“Hello Casey.” Carson grinned wickedly. “What can I do for you?”

“Um. I got fired.”

“That’s sad, but I don’t know how I can help.”

“I dunno. Maybe can work for you?”

“Well. I don’t have any positions. Although...”

“What?”

“You could be my sex toy.”

“I don’t know if I could do that.”

“I sure hope you can.” She turned around and saw Harry, dressed in nice pants, and a blue button
down shirt. His hair was shorter and he held a wig in his hand. “I made you one.”

“You did?” Casey was now very confused.

“I did. And I think you are some of my best work.”

“Really!?” She bounced.

“You are the dumbest, horniest slut I’ve ever made for Bimbo Solutions.”

“That was awful nice of Mr. Blue, wasn’t it?” Griffin asked.

“Yeah it was.” She giggled.

“Maybe you can give him a thank you blow job while I pound your pussy from behind.”

“Good idea!!” Casey beamed. She bent right over in front of Harry and Griffin slid inside her
now bald and ready cunt. She squealed with her mouth full, rocking back and forth while being
spit roast. Before long she was drooling mouthfuls to the floor as she panted on the giant cock.
She felt very proud. She always new she needed to be the best at what she did, and she planned
on being the best dumb slut ever.