A relatively normal day

Sarah remained in the car just long enough for Riely to see get more worried. But Riely said nothing. Sarah was just glad that she didn't usually do much at work compared to most of the others, at least by her measurement.

Sarah worked the reception desk. Since it was only a local news station, they rarely got people walking in. But the phone frequently went off, usually random people with less then interesting news stories that she would either pass along or simply ignore.

Her desk remained more or less the same. Her chair had a few more stains on it. She sat down before coming to the realization that those were most likely semen stains. After clocking in she went to the kitchen to get her water bottle and fill it.

In the small kitchen was Maddie, who did some of the makeup for the news anchors. Sarah was now able to see the designed hole in Maddie's pants clearing show her neatly trimmed bush. Sarah was also able to see

"See something you like?" Maddie had noticed Sarah was staring at her crotch. Meanwhile Maddie's eyes were searching for something on Sarahs body to latch onto but found nothing on the covered-up woman worth staring at.

"No. Not right now." Sarah shook her head to refocus herself. It didn't work instead her eyes focused on Maddie's tits.

"Well, we can fuck later but I got to get Riely and Timm ready. " And with that she left, leaving Sarah alone. Sarah barely processed that Maddie not only didn't care to be gawked at but even seemed to enjoy it. And for some reason Sarah couldn't explain she felt the same.

Sarah filled her water bottle and went back to her desk. Along the way she passed by Sandra and finally saw what the older woman was wearing, a short shall over her shoulders barely covering her tits and a long skirt, that was split down the middle revealing her wet fishnet leggings with a vibrator battery tucked to the top as she walked by, barely acknowledged Sarah.

Back at her desk she just sat and searched her thoughts. Everyone here is dressed like sluts, or worse and she wanted to fuck them. It seemed impossible that only yesterday her world was entirely normal and now it was pervert's dream.

She had time so she wanted to explore the office a bit more. Maybe there was a clue as to what happened. This is the place that relays important events after all.

Then the phone began ringing. Hopefully it wasn't important.

"KWN new, this is Sarah speaking how I can help you?"

"Yes, hello I'm Quincy Edmonds. I would like to report that my wife Nicloe making a massive donation of dildos, to the community." Sarah panicked was this noteworthy news? "And we felt that the local new station would be the perfect way to let everyone know about it."

"Dildos?" Sarah asked. Had she heard this call yesterday she would've just hung up.

"Well, there's going to be some other things as well. But we have nearly four hundred dildos of varying sizes to give away. With everything getting more expensive lately me and wife decided her collection could be put to better use. They're good quality ones, the sorta of fancy you break out for respectable guests." He was speaking so nonchalantly that this information was starting to make Sarah completely freeze up.

"I'll pass it along and see if they want to investigate." Reaching into a drawer she grabbed a paper and pen that were on top of a dildo. "When will this be happening?" She tried her best to act professionally, the tenseness in her voice was still painfully clear.

"This weekend." She wrote down the caller's number, name and possible story.

"Great someone will call you back soon to let you know what we decide."

It felt great to put the phone down. Now she had reason to leave her desk.