A bit of everyone

You get out of your car which closes with a beep, and you look at the mansion in front of you: large, sheen and located in an excellent residential area. Sure, the grass needs to be cut, but it's a good place where to live. Only that you won't: you have to persuade others to think so.

You pass the gate and take the keys out of your pocket, opening the front door. You look at the mirror in the living room, adjusting your hair and your skirt and giving your breasts a squeeze through the shirt. You look very professional in this attire, but you feel sexy too. Maybe... maybe one loosen button or two would help your buyers decide.

-Ok Jessica, let's sell this place!-.

You take your time admiring yourself in the rearview mirror, you spent ten minutes choosing the proper clothes. You are charming-did you put on too much makeup?-damn this hoodie looks great on you!

You then crank the engine and go. Kim's car is a black sedan that your parents and uncles bought for her birthday and she has always been very proud of it, she didn't let you drive even once. And look at yourself now! You didn't have to adjust the seat or the mirrors, the pillow has gently folded under your butt, the belt wrapped your breasts without any discomfort; it's like they have acknowledged you as their rightful owner. And so you are, a stunning car for a stunning girl.

You're almost sorry you left your brother stranding today-not for him, nor will you let him touch the steering wheel in respect of tradition-cause you'd love to see grudging in the backseat; but you have to make a deviation that no one must learn about. You park in front of a building similar to the one your aunt works in, with the difference that this is the headquarters of an agency that provides, among others, AFC employees.

"Come on!" You nervously tap the wheel, waiting for someone fitting to arrive. Finally, a woman emerges from another car, a raven-haired in her thirties wearing a smart, business suit. You can't say if she's a secretary or some executive, but seems suitable. You dismount your vehicle and march towards her, your booties brisk clapping.

-Excuse me ma'am!- You call her, waving your hand, as she locks her car. She looks at you confused, and here you notice that she's, uh, well-endowed. Your steps hesitate for a moment and maybe she catches your glance too, but you soon recover.

-Sorry if I bother you, I just graduated and I'm looking for a job here, who should I turn to?-.

-Oh, no bother honey.- She responds with courtesy: -Ye have tae enter from the main entrance, it's the first office on the left. Oh, and congrats on your graduation!-.

-Thanks.- You smile, then you pretend to frown and look behind her: -Huh, what's that?-.

She turns around and you immediately draw your goo from your pocket, smashing it in her face and holding the grip until her convulsions stop. She turns again, showing somewhat a dreaming expression, and silently moans.

-Mmm... she feels braw...- Her manicured hands travel towards her impressive chest, giving a squeeze.

-Pretty braw...-.

You're someway disturbed by her vulgarity and you quickly get her attention: -You know what to do right? Find worthy candidates and spreads, then reconnect with me.-.

-Geez, relax girl, I was you up to five minutes ago.- She replies giving you a look. Then she smirks and slightly shakes her torso: -Like what ye see?-.

-Please.- You roll your eyes and hurry to turn back, time is running and you don't want to be late. From inside your car, you watch her swaying her hips and entering the building. You start the engine. The fact that you basically just killed an innocent woman, who plus has been nice to you, doesn't really trouble you as it's all to your advantage. You only hope that she doesn't ruin her reputation, since you could have a use for it.

You reverse and exit the parking lot, the faculty is just a few minutes from here.

"I wonder what was her name.".

-Mmh-mmh-mmh...- You're humming a random tune, cheerfully walking through the park. The soft flaps of your cotton floral dress tingle your thigh, your blonde locks tickle your neck, the cool breeze mildly teases your bosom; the sun's rays filter through the leaves and smoothly warm your skin and, occasionally, you send demure looks to the people around. You're not in a hurry, lessons will start in half an hour and high school is near your house. It's nice to roam as a cute girì.

High school! This year you had imagined spending it at university, instead here you are, attending your senior year again, but contemporarily it's the first time too. It will be interesting to compare the experience of a boy with that of a girl, you expect a lot of differences.

You look up, allured by the chirping of birds: on the branch above you, there is a nest with three birdies being fed by the mother. Your lips curl into a smile and you savor your cherry-flavored lipstick. It's all just... perfect. Your attention is abruptly interrupted by something hairy trotting between your ankles, you lower your eyes only to glimpse the string of a collar slipping.

-Sparky! Come ba...- A boy of your age halts in front of you; he hadn't noticed you until now, and now... well, he's no longer looking for the dog. He's kinda cute.

-Hi~ You chime, moving your hair behind your ear.

-H-Hi...-.

-I think he's gone that way.- You point your finger where you've come from.

-O-Oh yes, thank you.- He flees away, but for some reason he's not yelling anymore. Uh-uh.

-I'll see you around then!-.

He freezes for a second, you chuckle and keep going. You pass by a bench on which a bum is dozing; the old you would ignore him, but Tina's heart is moved by this sight and so you stop. Unfortunately, you don't have any money on hand; but maybe there's something you can do to cheer him up.

After you've checked nobody is looking, you slyly lift your fold, smiling at him. He pops his eyes and jumps up sitting.

-Have a nice day sir~.

After another couple of minutes, the school is right around the corner. Oh, this is going to be so fun! But you first need a change of dress, something that suits your new... interests better. You stand aside and morph your outfit into a white crop top with a boat neckline and a pair of denim mini-shorts. After all, Mom forbade you to go out like this, but she never said anything about changing once outside.

-Eheheh! Let's rock!-.

-Hey Jeremy!- You wave your hand calling your friend who was about to enter the faculty. He turns around and sees you.

-Dude, I thought you were already in!- He greets you as you join him.

-Yeah, Kim left without me this morning.-.

-Wow, what a bitch!- He observes. Jeremy is an old friend of yours from before high school ("Tom and Jerry", a nickname you detested for years); luckily you still attend the same courses. He's your confidant so he knows the troubling relationship you have with your sister. Well, that until yesterday, you guess.

You were tempted to call him when you went out, but how could you tell him the truth? He never knew, but suspected, that you had some sort of feeling toward your sister, and you don't know if this would make the conversation more or less awkward. Maybe he could help... but how?

-You alright?- He asks, noticing your spacing out.

-Uh, yeah, let's go. Sorry, what do we have now?-.

-Dude, Analysis, didn't you sleep tonight? And where is your backpack?-.

...

-Fuck.-.