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Chapter 6 by wicker wicker

Who is it and what do you do next?

Catalina Goodrich, Molly's lawyer

"Molly, are these your clothes?" You hear a knock on the door as you recognize the voice of Catalina Goodrich, the hot and very hot young lawyer the firm just hired. She had graduated from Yale law at 23, had clerked for a New York State Supreme Court judge for 3 years before joining your firm. She loved to brag about how she was getting so many big cases so soon. You knew she was stealing clients.

"Come in, Catalina!" you called.

Catalina came in, and you imediately put the thought in her mind to <IGNORE MOLLY'S NUDITY AND STATE>. You look at Catalina, as pretty as Molly but younge with rounder hips, breasts two sizes bigger, and Catalina was three inches taller. Catalina's shoulder length hair was imaculately coifed as usual, and she wore a tight light gray knee length skirt with matching blazer over a white blouse. "Whose clothes are these?" she asked.

"Please close the door," you tell her.

<YOU WILL BELIEVE EVERYTHING I SAY AND DO WHATEVER I TELL YOU TO DO!>, You send telepathically. "Those are your clothes."

Catalina looks at them confused for a moment then says, "oh, how did they get on the floor?"

'You were coming in here to change into them, remember. Go ahead and change."

Catalina looked even more confused then shrugged. She started to strip, but blushed as you watched. She turned away. After she was nude, she had a hard time getting Molly's bra on. Molly's panties also were very tight. She pulled on Molly's skirt, which was also quite a struggle, given Catalina's wider hips. After she put them on. She put on Kristen's blouse, which was also very tight and stretched to the max.

"I hear you have a case in front of Judge Morse today."

"Yeah, in an hour. I'm leaving in twenty minutes."

"Well, put your blazer on, but take it off after you sit in court. It's hot in there."

Catalina put her gray blazer on. You give her the thought to go back to her office and fantasize about the 70 year old Judge Morse. She would vividly imagine fondling his balls while tonguing out his asshole while she masturbating furiously for the next 20 minutes. You see her get flustered as she leaves. The blazer covered her small disheveled outfit, but in court, the courtroom would see how ridiculous she looked. Also she would have a hard time looking Judge Morse in the eye.

What next?

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