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First of all, I have to apologize, that there was a mistake in the last part, it was partly the same text as in the part before, but from now on, I will take care...
7 - Monday
Sarah woke up at some point in the night, it was pitch black, the rubber cock in her bowels had prevented her from turning onto her back, she pulled it out, kissed it gently, sucked it perfectly clean again for a while and stowed it in the box in the drawer. After the cigarette she soon fell asleep again, until in the morning she was torn from sleep by the alarm clock.
Actually, she could wear the boots to the office today, was her first thought. She smoked her good-morning cigarette, got up, stumbled into the bathroom, stood on the scales, still showing just over 56 kg, which only further underpinned her opinion of the pill in terms of weight loss, she went back into the bedroom, took off her boots, stockings and top, slipped into her tightest jeans, which, however, were baggy on her thighs and fell around her hips was too wide, pulled an old pair of leggings from the closet, which fit much better, she thought that she had actually sorted them out because they had been too tight for her, but she had probably remembered that wrong, put on the boots, with difficulty she managed to close the pink bra, which obviously contracted in humidity, plus a black blouse, where she left the top three buttons open, ready styled she drove to the office.
Already when she entered the office all eyes were on her, in such a hot outfit no one knew her here and just as many would have expected that she would ever show up here like this. Especially determined and provocative she stalked into her room, noticeably enjoying the looks and comments of her colleagues. She started up her computer, immediately began researching where best to buy outfits as a bimbo, where there were events on the subject she could attend for research, where the hottest high heels and boots were offered, what hairstyles were currently in fashion, and what other beauty tips there were for bimbos.
She left her office particularly often today to stroll through the corridors and hallways, intent solely on attracting as many glances as possible. In addition, she also used this for very frequent and extensive cigarette breaks, she was making good progress with her work, so she could also slow down a bit.
The trainee, who was doing his internship semester here in the editorial office, met her remarkably often today. Even at the first encounter, he could hardly close his mouth, lost a few sheets of paper from his stack of files, picked them up hastily, not without losing more sheets of paper in the process, and kept glancing admiringly at her high boots, especially when he was bent over on the floor gathering his documents.
Shortly after lunch he ran into her again, she walked past him in a particularly provocative manner, turned to him, gestured with her finger to follow her. He looked around excitedly, waited until she had turned the next corner, took a step after her as Sarah peeled around the corner, again she beckoned him with her finger. Quickly he followed her, soon she had disappeared around the next corner, again she turned to him, silently she beckoned him again, like a Medusa she captivated him, soon he had lost his bearings, staring blindly at her boots he ran after her until she peeled off into a dark room. In vain he waited for another signal from Sarah, cautiously he entered the room, looking for the light switch, but in his excitement, he did not find it.
"Close the door behind you!"
He groped for the door, carefully pushing it quietly into the lock.
In the same second, Sarah switched on the dimmed light. Sarah was sitting on a chair, her legs resting wide-legged on the desk in front of her, her blouse fully unbuttoned, playing with her right nipple.
"You've been horny for me all day."
Shyly, the intern nodded.
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