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   “Ugh, they’re gonna be here soon… Do I really have everything ready?”

  As she had for the past few nights, Carol bustled about her apartment talking to herself and making sure that everything was in order before the office party. She had long since made sure to put her toys away in a box with a lock. She had put new sheets on the bed and also the couch and arm chairs in the living room. She had even, just in case, packed up all her “fun” outfits and taken them over to her storage unit. As much as was possible, there was no evidence of her overactive libido or her other life for her coworkers to stumble upon.  

  Tonight, with the party only moments away, the corporate-accountant-with-a-fetish-gig-on-the-side confidently quick-stepped back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room with trays of finger foods in boots that should probably have been impossible to move in. The chunky, high-heeled boots of white vinyl wrapped up more-than-half of her short, thick legs and boosted her the height of her petite frame by more than six inches.

  Because of this, her prodigious butt wobbled in her tiny shorts with each stiff-legged step and her slightly pudgy tummy kept slipping over the hot pants’ stretchy front. The combined forces of her body encouraged the spandex to ride up and vanish between her cheeks over and over, forcing her to pull it back down every fifteen minutes or so. 

  On top of that malfunction, the flame-print bikini top she was wearing was just a little small, by design of course, and her bouncing boobs kept siding out the bottoms. Thankfully, the short, blue jacket she was wearing zipped up enough to keep them from escaping and further served to put them even more on display. However, doing so ensured she was showing off most of her squishy belly as well.

  “Should I maybe change?” She said, looking at herself in the hallway mirror, “Is it too much? These people have never seen me dressed anywhere close to this daring…”

  While this attire was not unusual for her, Carol happily dressed in less while working and dancing at fetish nights, she had never been comfortable showing off this much skin to more mundane individuals after a lifetime of teasing about her weight. This party would be the first time people who were not also kinky were going to see her in anything that was not a long sweater and tights or something equally conservative.