his voice. She nodded. “Good.” He answered. “We start tomorrow.”
The next morning, Lisa finished showering before work. She returned to her room, and found clothes laid out on her bed; a pair of long, thigh high stockings she wasn’t entirely sure she owned, a pair of lacy black panties, dark, grey pants that flared out at the cuff, but would be very tight around her round little ass, a thin white dress shirt that would be almost see-through under the right light, and a pair of suspenders with a single strap in the back that split into two for the front. Lisa put on the underwear, and walked over to her dresser, opening the drawer for a bra. It stuck. In the mirror, she was the Master, staring at her, glaring disapprovingly. She stepped away from the drawer and continued to dress. She twisted her dark brown hair into a tight high bun, and put on the red framed reading glasses. In the hall, she found a pair of inch and a half heels. She sighed and stepped into them, and headed out.
She spent the day at work, waiting for the next sign of what Erostopholes had planned. The shirt was thinner than she had realized at home, and clung to her breasts. The library was a bit cold, cold enough to harden her nipples through the light fabric. Then they would brush against the suspenders, which went directly over the center of her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. It was almost painful, but every once in a while she would adjust the base of the straps, and the brush would send a jolt through her.
Josh, the thin, bald, bearded head librarian noticed her several times during the day, and then would suddenly realize he had something to talk to her about. It seemed odd to Lisa that Erostopholes would use this weasely little man, but very quickly she found it was fun to tease him. She would play with the straps, and watch him try not to stare at her curves. She bent at the waist to pick things up in front of him, and then would turn around to catch him staring, and watch him turn and blush. At lunch, she leaned over his shoulder to watch a YouTube video on his computer, brushing her hard nipple against his back.
Near the end of the day, Josh paged her to come up to the front desk. She smiled to herself, checked herself quickly in the back of the stacks, and swung her hips as she headed to the front of the library, feeling the eyes of the university students on her as she walked by. She found herself grinning at the attention.
Josh was standing with a handsome young man in a green dress shirt and tan slacks. “This is Mike,” Josh said by way of introduction. Mike smiled, his green eyes shining. His hair was a soft light brown, and Lisa found herself biting her lip as she imagined running her fingers through it. Mike shot a quick you weren’t kidding glance over at Josh, who nodded slightly. Lisa pretended not to notice. “He’s with the city, and he does our payroll.”
“Huh,” Lisa said noncommittally. The long front desk at where people came to check out books came to just above her navel, and she leaned forward so that her breasts were resting on it, arching her back slightly.
“There’s a couple things I needed to double check on your forms,” Mike explained. “Mostly for your insurance.”
Still looking bored, Lisa reached into the cup full of pens and pencils beside the computer, and selected one. She traced it over her lips, and looked at Mike expectantly. “Well,” she said, her voice husky, “Aren’t you going to give it to me?”
Mike gulped. “Of course.” He reached into a stack of papers, and handed her the insurance form. “Here.”
Lisa ran her tongue over the pen cap, and then sucked on it for a moment. She pretended to read, and then stood up and stretched both her hands behind her back, jutting her breasts forward. Mike’s gaze fell, and Lisa stretched a little further, finding herself excited by her little
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