Madison swung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the front door, slamming it shut behind her. The cold air brushed along her checked school skirt and played along her bare stomach, making her shiver from the cold. Her school uniform, even in winter, left more skin bare than covered, and her nipples already poked out from beneath a sheer white top, protesting the winter chill.
“Would you like a hot towel, sir?” Shakira asked with a smile. She was dressed in a ridiculous miniskirt that rode up to expose her small bum that, by company regulations, was heart-shaped. It had taken years of squats to achieve that perfect ratio. The area above her small waist was covered with a tight corset that accentuated the size of her C cup breasts, giving her the appearance of a girl with Ds.