Anne Madison arrived at the office in a rush. She had left her papers at home and lost a lot of the time she gained from staying up so late last night. I can be such a ditz sometimes.
In front of the bathroom mirror she quickly adjusted all her clothing, ensuring her blouse showed off enough cleavage to work its magic, but not enough to get reported to HR. With puppies like these she could rise far and she knew it: she already made it as Gary Fines' paralegal through a few dinners with the higher ups, and some light flirting smoothed things over with Gary when he was reluctant to trust someone with such little experience.
Having taken years out of her career to raise three children, Anne was more than happy to take the fast track through the law firm, and why not enjoy it while it lasted? She wasn't a slut like her daughter Tiffany, but she knew how to have a good time. And boy was the current client fun. She remembered him leering at her earlier and how she'd winked back. He'd sure been more cooperative after that. Blushing, she preened her golden blonde hair and reapplied her lipstick. Subtle but suggestive. That's how she liked it. She felt the younger than she had in years.
Now that she looked her best, Gary should forget her paperwork debacle, and Mike the Mad Dog himself shouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. Back to work.
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Two identity-less wanderers passed each other by in the suburbs of Lake Point. Charlene had finally made it from the seedy parts of town to her new destination.
She entered into a messy room with used food packaging piled up in its corners, and dressed herself in the comically oversized menswear she found there.
Charles blinked into awareness. "Wow I'm home early. Did I skip class? I only tried to sit out of gym, but maybe it really did make me ill." He didn't feel unwell now. Memory loss? His investigative mind whirred. Charles Drullers was too curious for his own good, and could never let a good mystery go. At the very least he'd need to speak to his mom so she could give him a diagnosis.
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Kyla wandered a little further on, walking up the stairs and past a live-streaming set up, putting on the skimpy outfit laid out for tonight's stream. The camera and desktop suddenly changed to be covered in RGB lights. There was a high quality keyboard & mouse, and the graphics card was massively upgraded, now ideal for the video games she broadcasted.
Kylie Sanders had snuck out of school and decided to get ready early that afternoon. She put on her glasses and took a deep breath. Sure she was a cheerleader, but she was a nerd at heart too. Hopefully her small audience of followers would appreciate her switch from gameplay to cosplay.
The boys at school seemed to like when she showed off, but the flashier bits of cheerleading often made her uncomfortable. Her friend Sarah always encouraged her that her body was as pretty as anyone else's on the team and her boobs were bigger than Melissa's, but right now she felt spindly, flat, and like her face was ridden with acne and blemishes. Upset and with tears in her eyes, she hid from no-one in particular in the corner of her room, overwhelmed by emotions that felt like they weren't her own.
