Nope, just a normal week. A sign of things to come?

A week had passed, and Rachel's voice was still in John's head. The memory of her touch, her laugh, the way she had looked at him in the mirror...it all played on a loop, driving him wild with embarrassment. He had tried to put it out of his mind, to ignore the way his cock grew hard every time he thought about her. But it was no use. He was terrified and obsessed at the same time. He didn't want to admit it, but it was the best and worst time of his life.

The day finally came for him to pick up the altered suit. Rachel had called him, her voice a mix of sweetness and urgency. "John, I need you to come in today. I've made some adjustments that I think you're going to love."

John felt a thrill run through him. Despite the humiliation of the last visit, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He had spent the last week thinking about Rachel, and now she wanted to see him again.

He showered, trying to scrub away the last traces of his fantasies. He dressed in clean clothes, his cock already starting to swell in anticipation. As he stepped out into the hallway, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had to play it cool. He couldn't let Rachel know how much she affected him.

John arrived and he knew why Rachel insisted that he come in today. Rachel's outfit was almost pornographic. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt, and by the dark shadows on her breasts he could tell she was not wearing a bra. She was wearing shorts that didn't quite cover her entire ass and John could see the straps of a thong coming out of the top of the shorts. "How could she come to work like that...", John wondered to himself in disbelief.

John's heart thudded in his chest as he approached Rachel, his eyes darting from her face to the tantalizing glimpse of her ass. He knew he shouldn't stare, but he felt his cock stirring in his pants. Rachel's perfume filled his nostrils, a heady mix of vanilla and musk that only served to make his blood race faster.

"John," Rachel said, her voice a purr. "I've been waiting for you." She held up the altered swimsuit, the fabric stretched tight across her hand. "Let's see how much better this fits, shall we?"

John nodded, his mouth dry. Rachel's eyes never left his as she led him to the fitting room. She was enjoying this, he could tell. The way she swayed her hips, the way she licked her lips, it was all for him. And he couldn't help but follow, his cock straining against his zipper with every step.

When they reached the fitting room, Rachel handed him the swimsuit with a smile. "Let me know if you need any help," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the small space.

John stepped inside, his heart racing. He looked down at the suit in his hands. John wasn't sure, but he thought the swimsuit might be smaller than it was last week. He took a deep breath and slipped out of his clothes. He slid the thong up his legs, feeling the cool fabric against his skin. It was tight, but not as tight as before. Rachel had definitely made some adjustments.