Relief Station

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.

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After Work Drinks

Susan walked into the bar, heels clacking on the tiled floor. The place was an upscale bar, with abstract art on the walls and brightly coloured bar stools. All the women wore furs, evening dresses, clothes of that nature. Susan felt completely underdressed in just her bikini; it was her usual daywear in a world where a woman could get fucked ten times before she got to work, but Billy hadn’t told her that this was a high-class kind of place…

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