A present for Rebecca

The second person to receive the present was Rebecca. She should have been the first one not only because she was the commander, but also because the two women had became friends over the years. Despite the late hour Rebecca was still in her office; she tended to stay late AND get up early. Sabrina gently knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came a reply, somehow the voice managed to carry both surprise and relief.

“Hello, Becky,” the seamstress smiled as she entered, “got a minute?”

She seemed unusually agitated and she kept her both hands behind her back, like a parent who was trying to surprise their kid with a present.

“Yes… yes! I should definitely take a break,” the tired commander held back a yawn, “what have you got there?” she asked with a slightly amused smile.

Rebecca had clearly noticed Sabrina’s behaviour, but in her state she missed the uncommon, almost unnatural, excitement.

“A present!” the seamstress grinned widely, “I made this for you,” she held out the latex outfit, “go ahead, put it on! I want to see how sexy you’ll look.”

Rebecca was tired, but not physically, her brain needed a rest after the tedious office work. She might as well have some harmless fun, especially since Sabrina seemed pretty keen about her putting on the seamstress’ new creation. Rebecca also had to admit that her friend looked really sexy in that outfit and she herself was becoming curious how it could fit her; she began to unbutton her blouse. Sabrina put the latex clothes on the desk and stepped to assist her friend in stripping; together they swiftly took off all of her clothes. Without delay the seamstress grabbed the leotard and handed it to Rebecca; as the commander was putting it on, she was already waiting with the stockings. The policewoman had to admit that the entire outfit lay on her body perfectly, as should be expected of Sabrina’s handwork. The fabric seemed uniquely thin, but the commander was not an expert regarding latex, so she did not pay it much attention. She focused on how tightly it all clung to her body, even without looking into the mirror she was certain that she would look exceptionally hot.

“Come on!” Sabrina interrupted their silence, no-one had said a single word since Rebecca began to strip.

“We need to get you some boots. These heels are nice,” she pointed to the office pumps, “but won’t fit with the outfit.”

The seamstress grabbed her friend's hand and almost pulled her out of the office. The overenthusiastic approach was slightly awkward, but Rebecca realised that she was quickly beginning to share it. In a swift pace they walked to the commander’s quarters and stormed her wardrobe; she had a broad collection of sexy shoes and boots, but a single pair quickly caught Sabrina’s attention.

“These!” she pointed at a pair of white thigh-high latex bimbo boots.

They were only a few centimetres shorter than the stockings and had a whorish feeling to them; the Commander had not worn them in a long time, but suddenly they again had a strange appeal. Without any discussion she put them on and the two women went to the mirror, so she could admire herself.

“Wow!” Rebecca commented with a grin, “I wasn’t aware I could be THAT hot.”

“I told you,” Sabrina replied, slapping her friend’s firm buttock “let’s go to Bunny and have some more fun with her.”

“Awesome idea!” the commander agreed, her voice sounding somewhat ditzy.

She was feeling almost as enthusiastic as the seamstress, she almost completely forgot about both work and weariness. Both women put on their best hip swaying stride.