Sabrina prepares the presents

At The Academy Sabrina got to work right away, first she needed to measure and cut the fabric, she would do the sewing later. As a seamstress she obviously had the measurements of all the cadets, she sewed uniforms for the teachers as well and in her spare time sometimes also fixed their civilian clothes, so she had their numbers noted as well. Sabrina quickly noticed that there was more latex than she had ordered. She was an honest person, so she intended to later call the seller and inform them about their mistake. She decided to keep the fabric and pay them for the surplus, she was still within her planned budget.

The latex felt wonderfully in her hands. Sabrina had always been a huge fan of that fabric and this particular product felt better than anything she had ever touched, she wondered if it was some kind of novelty. If so, why would it be so cheap? Sabrina ignored the matter of price for now and focused on her work… and the lovely feeling of the shiny latex in her hands. Since she had a sizable surplus of the material she decided to sew outfits for the teachers and herself as well.

“Maybe I should make mine first?” she thought, “the girls won’t return until Tuesday and I could do all the cutting and sewing while wearing the amazing latex,” her thoughts went on “Yes! After all, I deserve some reward for my toil.”

With a smile on her face she began to cut her own measurements in the fabric; she worked quickly, but her hands were steady and precise. As soon as her outfit was done Sabrina had to try it out, she impatiently stripped there and then, and put the leotard, stockings and gloves on. They fit perfectly! Not even a single adjustment was necessary. She spent a few moments admiring herself in the full-sized mirror that was in her workshop. The fabric was so smooth and shiny, it clung to her skin so tightly… and at the same time was surprisingly thin, thinner than any latex she had ever dealt with.

But there was one thing missing - proper shoes, Sabrina would have to go to her room to get a pair of knee-high boots, on stiletto heels obviously. For a moment she considered which colour of the boots to choose, an all black outfit was classic, but also felt somewhat plain. This was a special occasion which required some variety. Sabrina put on knee-high red latex boots on eighteen centimetre tall needle-thin heels and a three centimetre platform. They might not have been the best choice for work, but right then she wanted to feel like a real vixen and did not care for comfort nor practicality; plus she had had enough experience with high heels in her porn years.

Sabrina returned to the workshop and admired herself in the full length mirror for a longer while.

“Damn! I look hot,” she thought to herself, “you still got it, girl. But now it’s time to get back to work and allow other girls to feel hot as well.”

She winked at her own reflection and returned to sewing; the seamstress focused on her work, although naughty thoughts kept invading her mind. Over the course of her life she became friends with such thoughts, so she let them roam in her head freely and did not stop working until six more latex outfits were ready; that was the number of other women who remained in the Academy, students and employees.