Susan’s world is taking a spin. And not just a spin, but she’s beginning to feel a sudden heat as well.
“Ugh, that was … weird. Alison, I’m going … home. I trust you’ll finish you entire workload by tonight, right?”
“What!?” Protested Alison. “My work pile is like, up to here” as she raises her hands to her breasts. “You said I could go home early tonight…”
“You can go early tonight, if you start working right now! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, if if you don’t watch the tone you can go back to the unemployment line I pulled you out of.”
By now Susan’s world was taking a spin. She needed to get the hell out of here because it was obviously taking a toll on her sanity. Obviously it must this office getting to here that’s leaving her feeling so terrible.
“No more excuses, get it done okay. Or else!” The pins and needles have passed.
With that, Susan stormed off to the front of the office. Alison began to notice a slight quiver in her walk, with a slight yet noticeable wobble in Susan’s heels.
Alison knew the fun was just beginning. This was her time to really stick it to her bitch of a boss, thinking she was so mighty looking down on the world with her ridiculous heels, and short skirts with low cut blouses that barely contain those insanely big tits, and her … Alison suddenly notices that her mind is wandering to places it shouldn’t be, and that she’s feeling really turned on by all of this. Yea, the fun is just starting.
Susan steps into her jet black sports sedan, the best the lot had to offer. Getting into her car seems a little extra difficult today, as if something is just a little off. As Susan begins to pull away from the office, she notices a very annoying wobble in her heels. "I just bought these, how the hell can they be loose already?"
Susan’s world continues to spin as she drive the dozen miles to her condo on the hill. It wasn't her first time driving under the influence, and there was no way she'd ever consider calling a filthy cab. Susan steadies herself but something isn't right, her feet are having a harder time reaching the peddles. She moves up her seat a notch, slightly swerving across the center lane.
After what feels like an eternity, Susan arrives home.
Stepping out of her car, her foot slips right out of her expensive French heels. “The hell? I just bought these! Damnit, one more thing to fix, crappy overpriced heels.” Exasperated, Susan removes her heels and carries them along with her briefcase to her condo door, quickly unlocking it.
“Justine!!!” She shouts through the house, expecting an response…
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