The witch costume~

You select the witch costume. Mrs. Henderson sighs. She knew you would pick this one. You always had an interest in that which was creepy...

You eagerly grab the pointy hat, and put it on. You already feel witchy. You go for the jacket, and begin to button it. While covering your breasts wouldn't exactly break company policy, (because anyone could unbutton it off of you, of course...) you reason that this wouldn't be within the spirit of your new duties as an office slut. You think otherwise, and leave it open, proudly flaring your new C-cup breasts.

You look over at Mrs. Henderson. She is reluctantly removing the spandex covering that the witch's skirt came with, that would normally obstruct access to both your pussy and your ass. But she read the email, and rules are rules. Your pussy must be exposed, and so your ass might as well be too. She finishes, and hands you the sluttified skirt.

"Here. Put it on..." she glares at you. "Slut." She says it. You like it. The juices of your pussy begin oozing again at anticipation of this meeting, very slowly pushing more of Mike's cum out of your crotch. You secure the skirt around your waist, making sure it stays on, but doesn't really cover anything. You are ready. You turn around and face the door.