by Claudia Daye
The Bimbo Elixir Bundle
Books 4-6
Claudia Daye
‘The Bimbo Elixir Bundle: Books 4-6’ Copyright Claudia Daye 2015
Cover Art Laurent Jean Philippe
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The Bimbo and the Billionaire
Carla walked tentatively from the servant’s quarters to Mr. Goldman’s office. She didn’t know what to expect, but she hoped it wasn’t like the last time he’d called for her. Then, he’d admonished her for not adhering more rigidly to his new gluten free diet when she prepared his meals. Carla had been a private chef for the wealthy and well to do for more than fifteen years, yet she was at a loss at how to cook her signature dishes without wheat.
Glancing down at her callused hands, she saw they were covered with a light dusting of flour from that morning’s pastries. She beat her hands against her broad thighs and the flour dissipated in the air. The pastries had been for Mrs. Goldman and the children, but she didn’t want to have to explain that.
The office was just off of the foyer. Before going in, Carla glanced into the mirror Mrs. Goldman used to check her appearance before leaving the house. There wasn’t much she could do about her heavy set face and squinty eyes, but she tried her best to smooth her frizzy brown hair into place.
It was true that Mr. Goldman was much more lenient with the younger, more attractive servants, perhaps because they performed tasks that weren’t in their job description, and without Mrs. Goldman knowing. Carla sighed. When she was younger, she didn’t much mind being locked in a room with the master of the house provided they were moderately attractive and gentle.
She recalled vividly the maid’s uniform she used to wear, how the short skirt would show just a bit of her lacy panties when she bent to dust, and how many a master couldn’t resist bending her over their desk, yanking her panties down, and having their way with her.
Those days were gone. The years had been unkind to her. Her beauty had gone the way of her youth, gone with the wind. Men never looked at her now, not in that way. Though they praised her pies and stews, they never dreamed of sneaking their hand up her skirt, oraccidentallyrubbing up against her breasts.
Carla tried to no avail to smooth her unruly hair as she thought longingly of sucking a hard cock, or feeling one sturdy and solid banging inside of her pussy.
She found Mr. Goldman in a much better mood than she expected, or than she’d ever seen him in for that matter. When she knocked on the door and he called her in, Mr. Goldman sat eagerly at his desk waiting for her. Usually she had to wait for him to finish up whatever call he was on or email he was writing. Now, he was waiting for her. It was quite an unusual feeling.
“Carla,” he said, walking towards her. “Please, come in and have a seat.”
Carla was struck speechless. Mr. Goldman wasn’t a cruel employer by any means, but he was always very cold. This sudden warmth was shocking.Maybe he’s going to give me a raise,she thought. Silently, she walked to the brown leather couch and sat down. Mr. Goldman was soon standing over her, holding a mug and a teapot.
“How do you like Earl Gray?” he asked, smiling.
“Just fine,” Carla said, watching in disbelief as he poured the steaming liquid into her mug.
Mr. Goldman took his seat in the leather armchair in front of her. He was young for how successful he was, only in his mid forties. Still, the long nights of work showed in the graying hair around his temples, and the shallow lines around his vibrant blue eyes. He put as much effort into his physique as his business, as evident in his toned biceps, trim waist, and muscular thighs. If Carla was a younger woman, she would spend plenty of time in his office dusting his book shelves in her short maid’s uniform.
He took a sip of his own tea. “Ahhh,” he said. “I know it’s the middle of the work day, but there’s nothing wrong with taking a little break from time to time.”
Carla was unsure how to answer that. She took a small sip of the steaming hot tea. “Yes, sir,” was all she could come up with.
Mr. Goldman smiled at her silently. The leather of the couch squeaked as Carla shifted uncomfortably. She could tell her boss wanted something from her, but she had no idea what.
“Carla,” he said, finally. “There’s no succinct way to explain this, so I’ll just jump right in. I have a proposition for you.”
“Okay,” Carla said, squinting her eyes as if that would help her understand.
Mr. Goldman sighed, then pulled a small vial from his pocket. “This is a medication, or should I say, elixir, I procured through not exactly legal channels.” He looked to Carla, a slight glint in his eye. “I’d like for you to try it.”
Carla sucked in a breath through her teeth. Mr. Goldman wanted to use her as a guinea pig, for what? “Sir, I’m not comfortable with this.”
“Please,” he said, holding his hand up. “Allow me to explain. The creator of this elixir has been thoroughly vetted. We believe we can trust her.”
“You believe?”
“Yes, we are very confident in her abilities as a scientist.”
“What is it? What does it do?” Her curiosity was beginning to be peak, though there was no way in hell she was ingesting that liquid.
Mr. Goldman turned the vial in his hand, causing the liquid to slosh. It had a slight yellow tint, and was more viscous than water. “Carla, do you ever long for your youth, what used to be?”
“Who doesn’t? But I’m happy where I am now.”
“Are you?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “What if I told you that this liquid could bring you back to the prime of your life? But there’s even more than that. Think of yourself at the peak of beauty, of physical condition. This elixir will bring you back to that, only ten, no, a hundred times better.”
Carla took another sip of tea, buying some time before she had to respond. “That liquid can do all that? Then why did you have to procure it illegally? Any pharmaceutical company would make a fortune off of that.”
“Because its creator isn’t a pharmaceutical company, and she is making a fortune.”
Every cell in Carla’s body told her to run away, to never even consider consuming an untested substance, but Mr. Goldman’s claims were too intriguing.
“How do I know it won’t kill me?” Carla asked.
“I’ve personally spoken with several users of the elixir. They’re all alive and well and say it gave them the experience of a lifetime.”
Carla nodded, sipped her tea. She knew Mr. Goldman wasn’t the type of man to put his employees’ lives in danger. He was compassionate, yes, but also very shrewd in avoiding liability.
“Carla, there’s more,” he said. “After you ingest the elixir and are transformed, I’d like to have my own fun with you.”
A shiver ran up Carla’s spine and down between her legs. She could guess at the kind of fun Mr. Goldman wanted to have with her when in the peak of beauty and youth.
“And, full disclosure,” Mr. Goldman continued. “I have a few friends who’d like to get in on the fun too. We all have interesting hobbies.”
Carla gulped audibly. “Like what?”
Mr. Goldman lowered his brows, and spoke softly. “Have you ever been tied up and had your brains fucked out by half a dozen men?”
All the blood rushed from Carla’s head and there was a slight buzzing sound in her ears. “No,” she said, her voice coming from the middle of her throat.
Mr. Goldman’s lips crept into a smile. “Would you like to?”
Carla felt as if she’d left reality and was now occupying some surreal space in time. Her mouth went dry and she knew her face was pale. She had no control over what she said.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Very well,” Mr. Goldman said. “We’ll meet tonight at eight.”
Mr. Goldman gave Carla the vial of elixir, and the outfit he wanted her to wear that night. He gave her the rest of the day off from work and said he’d see her that night.
Carla went back to her room. She sat on her bed gripping the elixir and the outfit, wondering what in the world she’d agreed to. After a long while, she held the vial to the light, squinting, as if that would give her greater knowledge of its contents.
She held the outfit out and studied it. It was a cliched French maid’s outfit; a short black dress with pouffy sleeves and skirt, complete with a frilly, white apron. Holding it to her body, she saw that the little skirt would barely cover her ass, and the waist was so tiny, she wasn’t sure she could fit one thigh into it.
His elixir better work,Carla thought.Or he’ll be fucking a stuffed sausage rather than some young hot thing.
Carla puttered around her room in a daze until finally she checked the clock. 7:45pm. Her heartbeat sped to a quickening pulse. Though she was afraid and nervous, there was no way she wasn’t going to drink that elixir. This was her last chance to do something really kinky, provided Mr. Goldman’s elixir worked.
Standing in front of her full length mirror, her hands shook as she unscrewed the top from the vial. She held it in front of her face, her eyes crossing as she focused on it. She sighed, shrugged her shoulders, then tossed it back.
The thick liquid coated her tongue with an alarmingly bitter taste. Carla doubled over, gagging. Maybe Mr. Goldman was trying to kill her. She stood up straight, gasping to catch her breath. Gradually, the terrible taste dissipated, and she was able to gain her composure. She wiped the tears from her eyes, then focused on her reflection in the mirror.
After about five minutes, she was starting to grow frustrated. Nothing was happening. She started to walk away, but after catching her side profile, she paused. Her bust line was noticeably larger, her stomach flatter. Examining herself closer, she saw that her unruly hair was becoming smoother, longer, and blonder right before her eyes. When she could finally tear her attention away from her hair, she saw that her face looked different as well. Her wide set face was becoming thinner, her features more delicate and feminine. Her eyes were almond shaped and her mouth set in the perfect pout.
Stepping back from the mirror, she took it all in. Her clothes were baggy and hung awkwardly off of her new body. She ripped them off and examined her long, toned legs and flat stomach. Her breasts were now huge, round, and pert. She brought her hands to them and massaged.
Gone was the dumpy, old cook. Mr. Goldman was right. This was Carla’s best times ten.
Carla pulled her panties down and marveled at her clean shaven pussy. Curious, she slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and pulled them apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh.
The sight of her new pussy sent Carla into a horny frenzy. With one finger firmly planted on her clit, the other grabbing her tit, she panted, filled with the sudden urge to be fucked silly. She was about to lay herself down on the bed and rub herself silly when she remembered her plans with Mr. Goldman tonight.
Carla grabbed the maid uniform and slipped it over her head. The neckline covered just above her nipples, with her massive cleavage heaving over top of it. The waist cinched nicely around her trim torso. The skirt was just short enough to show the bottom of her apple shaped ass. When she walked and the skirt flared, her pussy lips were visible, if only for a second.
She slipped out of her room into the quiet house. The rest of the servants were either at home or in their rooms. Mrs. Goldman and the children were in the living room at the other end of the house most likely watching television together. Carla skirted through the halls, making her way quietly and quickly to Mr. Goldman’s office.
Standing in front of his door, she straightened her skirt, then knocked timidly. As she waited, the craving in her pussy grew so strong she hand to cross her ankles and squeeze her upper thighs together. Her spine straightened as the door opened.
“You’re late,” Mr. Goldman said.
Carla squirmed, wanting badly to touch her pussy. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m ready for you and your friends.”
Mr. Goldman opened the door wider, his eyes grazing over her new body. “I see. It looks like the elixir worked better than I could have expected. Come in.”
Carla entered the office. As she walked, her naked pussy lips rubbed together in the most delicious way. Five men were seated on the leather furniture holding tumblers of brown liquid. They all turned to face Carla.
“Gentlemen,” Mr. Goldman said. “This is Carla.”
There eyes widened to take in her perfect body. Carla stood in the center of the room not bothering to cover what the tiny skirt didn’t. She breathed heavily, causing her breasts to bulge against the fabric of the maid’s uniform. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She could feel the moistness on the tops of her inner thighs.
Mr. Goldman went around the room reciting the men’s names. “This is Seth, Dave, Jim, Tom, and Trent.” Each man nodded as his name was called, and smiled wickedly at her.
Carla barely paid attention to who was who. She bit her lip, wondering what was waiting for her in their trousers.
Mr. Goldman walked behind her, took a hold of each elbow, then held them together behind her back. The position made her large tits poke out even more.
“I think it’s obvious the elixir worked,” Mr. Goldman said. The men chuckled.
He looped his arm through her elbows and held her in position. With this free hand, he reached around to her front, caressing her hair. His hand ran down her neck and chest until it reached her breasts. He gave each one a squeeze. Carla whimpered with desire.
“Have you ever seen tits like this that weren’t fake?” he asked.
Ice clinked against the side of glasses as the men voiced their agreement.
Mr. Goldman tightened his grip on Carla’s arm, and his hand continued its journey down her body. He felt his way under the pouffy skirt. Carla gasped when he found the top of her slit and grazed her clit.
“According to it’s creator, the elixir does so much more than transform regular women into perfect beauties.” He pressed his fingers hard against her clit, causing Carla to cry out. “It makes them hungry for cock.” He brought his hand up to the nape of her neck, gathered her hair, and pulled. “You can give it to them as rough as you like, and they’ll still beg for more.”
Carla was panting with desire now. She saw the ravenous looks on the men’s faces, and couldn’t wait until they unleashed on her. With one hand grabbing her hair, and the other pinning her arms to her back, Mr. Goldman made Carla walk to the bookshelves.
“Do you see all the dust here?” he asked, giving her hair a yank. “Someone hasn’t been doing their job properly.”
Carla had never dusted a house a day in her life, but that fact seemed to escape her now. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said.
“I want you to look at this dust, to really see how terrible you are at your job,” he said.
One of the men approached him, the one Mr. Goldman had called Seth. He held a rope between two hands, and handed it to Mr. Goldman. Before Carla knew it, her wrists were being bound together behind her back. The craving in her pussy was growing more intense. Now, she was too helpless to even touch herself.
With his hand on the back of her neck, Mr. Goldman pushed her forward, causing her face to rest against one of the book shelves. Carla could feel the air on her exposed ass and pussy. If only someone would fuck her.
Mr. Goldman busied himself with pulling down the neckline of her uniform, ripping it slightly, until her large breasts fell out. Behind her, she felt Seth’s hand on her ass. He caressed her softly at first, feeling each beautiful cheek, and running his fingers over her asshole and between her pussy lips. Carla closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.
Mr. Goldman played with her
large tits that now hung free. He wrapped his hand around them, squeezing, then pulled his hands forward to tweak each nipple.
With both of these men’s hands on her, Carla was being worked up into a frenzy. Seth’s fingers worked at the opening of her pussy, and she longed for him to thrust them inside of her. When she got to where she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Seth suddenly drew his hand back, then spanked her hard right on the ass. At the same time, Mr. Goldman pinched one of her nipples.
The pain brought tears to her eyes. Seth drew back and spanked her again, and again. As the pain rang through her body, it transformed into a deep, sweet pleasure. When her ass was raw and red from the spanking, Seth plunged a finger into her ass.
Carla arched her back, her face jamming into the musty books on the shelf. Seth wrapped his arm around her waist to gain leverage, then thrust his finger in and out of her ass. Carla moaned, enjoying the sensation radiating through her pelvis.
Mr. Goldman released his hand from Carla’s hair, allowing Seth to take over. Seth took his finger out of her ass so he could insert two. Carla moaned as she felt his knuckles stretching out her asshole.
Seth led her to where the other men were sitting. With each step his fingers massaged pleasurably inside of her. Two other men helped her onto one of the couches where she crouched on her knees beside Dave. As Dave unbuckled his pants, unleashing his long, sturdy cock, Seth placed pressure on the back of Carla’s neck, causing her to bend down, her lips hovered over the head of Dave’s cock.
It looked like the most delicious looking thing Carla had ever seen. She licked her lips, opened wide, then bent down and took as much of that cock as she could.
“Damn,” Dave exclaimed as his cock slid down her throat.
Behind her, Seth worked his fingers in and out of her ass. Then, another hand groped around her pussy before two fingers were thrust inside. As the two hands pleasured her ass and pussy, Carla sucked voraciously. Her body was purely a vessel for pleasure. It had been a long time since she’d felt so wanted.