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She resisted the temptation to respond to the looks and to have fun with one or the other, to finally get the recognition again, which was denied to her in the editorial office.
She entered the store, her hairdresser looked at her appreciatively from top to bottom, kissed her on the cheek in greeting.
"You look hot today, are you going to another party?"
"No, I'm from the newsroom, but forget the shit store, Viola".
"Ok, ok, you're loaded, let's get you something good then, coffee as usual?"
"Don't you have champagne?"
"Of course, I'd love to, Anna-Lena will get you a glass."
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, almost disgusted, her hairstyle and makeup did not match her new attitude to life at all, and certainly not her outfit. Anna-Lena brought the champagne, she was still very new in the training, she looked pretty, had a classy figure, in general, the profession as a hairdresser fit perfectly with her appearance, it was clear that she paid a lot of attention to her appearance. Sarah smiled at her, shyly she smiled back with lowered eyes, whereby Sarah was not clear whether she had lowered her eyes only because of that or also to look at her horny boots.
"Cut your hair like you always do?"
It was almost as if Sarah heard herself saying from the outside, "Not today, I'd like hair extensions, so extensions and I'd like you to dye my hair platinum blonde, maybe do makeup afterwards."
Viola looked at her in surprise, went to the register, took a look at the calendar and came back, "Wow, but ok, it's not busy today, so we can do this without a separate appointment, because this is already going to take a little longer than your normal requests."
Sarah leaned back, drank a sip of the champagne, closed her eyes as Anna-Lena washed her hair, briefly pulling on her dress so that the neckline lay even a little more open than before and only just covered her nipples. From behind Anna-Lena had to have a horny view of her horny tits.
With Viola she chatted in between a little trivial stuff, it did her good not to have to discuss the problems of the world or political trends, as in the newsroom, fortunately you could talk to Viola about anything, so dominated the topics such as fashion and reality TV, especially in the field of fashion they agreed that Sarah looked worlds better in her new outfit than before and that the new hairstyle would fit perfectly. Viola also told her that she also had great overknee boots in the closet, but she had not yet had the opportunity to wear them once, but now she said, where she saw Sarah in the great boots, she would certainly have the courage to go out with it, after all, the heel was not as strikingly high as Sarahs.
Under the hood, Sarah kept dozing off briefly, not wasting a thought on her research or her editing, and if she had, she would only have gone back to being just as angry as before.
After almost three and a half hours Sarah was ready, the platinum blonde long hairstyle sat perfectly, she had a real lion's mane, the makeup not only enlarged her eyes, overall it worked as a wonderful contrast to the light hair. She thanked Viola, looked at herself again in the mirror, she not only thought she looked good, Sarah thought she looked really horny, totally pretty, totally sexy, totally seductive. She paid and drove home.
It was not yet 4 p.m. when she arrived, immediately she looked at herself again from all sides in the mirror, her own sight excited her, she looked so stunningly good and she wanted to know how she would probably look to others. Of course it was an inopportune time to leave the house now for a trendy bar or the like, she would have to take her capsule on the way and hoped not to forget it. She decided on a gin and tonic, after all it was the weekend and she still needed something to calm her down from the day in the newsroom.
The whole bunch of bourgeois got on her nerves, the way they always walked around as if they had just come from university or from an eco-table. And what annoyed her most was that they declared their appearance and outfit to be the standard and called every deviation from it abnormal, just because they themselves were too comfortable and too ugly to dress themselves properly. Of course, it was easier to label and put down those who deviated from the norm. Of course, the philistines could also go and simply praise and admire her for her looks, but in doing so they would be elevating Sarah to a throne that they themselves could not or did not want to ascend. The wallflowers would much rather gang up on the peacock and label her as a slut, or what would be even worse, because it also affected her performance, as superficial. Inner values, after all, were attributed only to ugly, gray mice, not to attractive women. How hollow they all were. Sarah emptied her gin and poured herself another.
And as far as the work was concerned, who of them immersed themselves even half as deeply in research as they did? When the wallflowers reported on fashion trends, it was like a blind man raving about the sun. Hardly anyone ever really got into the scene to do really in-depth and investigative research, especially not if one of the bourgeois would dare such an experiment as the self-experiment Sarah was currently working on. Of course, the preparation did not have the slightest effect, but that was not foreseeable beforehand, there was already a certain risk, no one knew exactly which active ingredients were used in it and how they acted on the body, be it as a main effect in the form that it kept what it promised or be it in the form of side effects that could have had health consequences under certain circumstances. Sarah was of course glad that neither was the case, she might as well have taken sugar cubes.
Again Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, stroking her hand through her lion's mane, she found herself so attractive and sexy that the sight of herself excited her, were they to meet on the street, she would want to approach and seduce. Sarah had to grin. She fetched her vibrator from the bedroom, stepped in front of the mirror again, looked at it.
"Blow me, sweetie, make me really horny, you'll love it." he smiled at her, excited and stiff. Sarah stroked her tongue along him, continuing to watch herself in the mirror, she put her full red lips over him, almost automatically closing her smokey eyes halfway, making her look even more lascivious, firmly holding the rubber cock in her hand, moving her head back and forth.
It was an indescribably horny sight, how she blew the cock, at least as horny as in the pornos, now she kept her head straight, fucked her mouth with the vibrator, pushed it in as far as it would go, let it disappear deep in her throat, tried to keep it there as long as she could, pulled it back, gasped greedily for air, tried to suppress the tears in her eyes. She was a gifted cock-blower, she was sure of it, and above all, it looked so indescribably horny, she was sure that anyone who would watch her blowing would automatically get horny too, except maybe the buffers in the newsroom.
Sarah pulled on her cigarette, inhaled deeply, put her lips over it again, letting the smoke slowly escape through the corners of her mouth, the smoke enveloped the rubber cock and Sarah's horny bimboface in a barely visible cloud of lust, until it slowly receded again, revealing the rubber cock that was up to its limit in Sarah's mouth. She reached between her legs, feeling her cunt juice already running down her thighs, dreaming of being able to watch herself blow herself for once, or maybe another attractive woman, maybe Laura, maybe Anna-Lena. Sarah had to grin, pulled the dress up, pushed the vibrator into her wet cunt in front of the mirror, moaned, pulled it out again, licked it off, so horny her cunt juice tasted, even more horny than Laura's, briefly she considered getting it right in front of the mirror, but that should be done by others today, she wanted to try out how her new hairstyle was received by men, or maybe women.
"Screw the scientific pretensions." she decided, washed down the capsule with the rest of the gin and tonic and left the apartment. Already on the stairs she noticed how her chest pulled even stronger than usual, her stomach really tightened, a tingling spread from her head over her neck into her back, she thought about where she could probably go, she couldn't think of the name of this horny new store her stuffy colleague had written an article about, yesterday she knew it, but she didn't care either, she stumbled down into the subway shaft and took the train downtown.
What she hadn't considered was that she was now driving into the city in the middle of rush hour traffic, otherwise she was often still working herself at this time of day and always covered her daily commute by car, taking the train only when she wanted to have a drink in the city or go out in some other way. She squeezed into the overcrowded train, found a free loop to hold on to, the doors closed, everyone crowded even closer together. In front of her stood a man, crowded close to her, smaller than her, especially with her high heels, his eyes were just above her tits, he had a clear view and also no possibility not to stare at her tight breasts, Sarah liked how he couldn't take his eyes off them, at the next turn she pushed herself closer to him more than necessary, literally pushed her tits into his face.
Several men were also crowding behind her, she didn't know if it was coincidence or on purpose when she felt a hand on her ass, a hand that slowly slid between her legs, a hand that found her wet cunt, a hand whose fingers slowly ran through the dripping crack, Sarah closed her eyes, she couldn't figure out who it was anyway, maybe the older guy behind her? Or the fat guy on the other side? It didn't matter, she could slap the hand away, and yet she found it horny to be touched so anonymously and yet in the middle of the crowd.
Sarah felt that she began to moan, tried to suppress it as best she could, only now and then a soft sigh escaped her, how horny it would be to experience an orgasm in the middle of this crowd, to let herself fall completely, to moan, everyone would admire her, this attractive and fun-loving woman, who simply surrendered to her lust, stimulated by an anonymous stranger, of whom she did not even know who it was.
Much too early she reached the stop where she had to get off, she briefly considered going further, but the train emptied considerably here, so it was certainly over quickly with the tightness and lust. She got off, took a look back, a greasy grandpa grinned at her, smelled his fingers, sucked them off, surely it was he who had fingered her so openly just here in the train. She waved at him with four fingers, turned around, staggered ass-shaking to the stairs.
Upstairs she lit a cigarette, she felt the stimulating effect of the strong alcohol, the capsules were as always completely ineffective, how she would have liked to now complete the work that the old man had started in the train, but here it was just much too public, even she had to admit. She briefly oriented herself, suddenly she knew again where she had to go, determinedly she walked towards the bar she had heard so much about, supposedly it was a total digger's shed, just the right thing for a research in the bimbomilieu.
She enjoyed the looks of the passers-by, the whistles of the young people, the vulgar sayings of the drunkards at the roadside, she smiled cheekily back, stuck her ass out a little further, turned prancing in front of them, felt how much recognition they gave to her appearance and her appearance.
Much too early by her standards she reached the bar, still smoking she considered for a while whether she should perhaps strut around town a little longer to get herself and others horny, but then decided to just smoke up the cigarette and enter the bar, she was thirsty for the two gin and tonics, the body seemed to crave more.
The light in the bar was dim, the music muted, the furnishings modern, but still warm in their way, not sterile, as is often the case today, there were comfortable sofas to sit on, a long bar with stools, moreover, she had the feeling that it was even darker in the back area of the bar than in the front, at least she could barely see the walls there from the entrance. Determined, she went to the bar, surprised to find that there were ashtrays there, the store seemed to have found an exception, which she was inwardly happy about. At the same time, the ventilation was so perfect that there was no sign of smoke in the entire room.
Sarah ordered herself another gin and tonic, her gaze roamed the room, slid over a young couple in one of the seating areas, but immediately wandered back again. The woman sat closest to Sarah, she could see her very well in profile, she wore a short black skirt, underneath Sarah suspected sheer stockings, her knee high black boots had a metal heel almost as high as Sarah's boots, her blouse was apparently not fully buttoned, what particularly fascinated Sarah was her short, sassy platinum blonde hair. Maybe a horny bimbo sister, Sarah grinned to herself, she already didn't notice at all that she already thought of herself as a bimbo as well.
The man seemed tall, athletically strong, had short black hair, of his clothes only the tight black shirt was visible, animatedly whispered the two since Sarah had entered the bar, while they looked over to her again and again.
When Sarah had received her drink, she toasted them both, the woman quickly turned her head to her husband, as if Sarah's gesture had disturbed her, she felt as if she was looking at him downright reproachfully, neither of them returned the greeting, instead the man stood up, disengaging his hand from hers, slowly he approached Sarah.
"How awesome is that?" thought Sarah to herself, "does he just leave this hot woman to turn me on?"
Behind him she could no longer see her reaction, surely she was boiling with rage, Sarah liked the idea that the man thought she was the hornier, the more attractive of the two, and would rather try her than stay with his companion, her reflection just now had not lied, she was the horniest lady in the world, she could have all the men, no matter how pretty their own partners were. She decided to take advantage of the situation and take him from the other, what a horny personal triumph.
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