Laura hurries to get to work.

A short brief electric hum followed quickly by Bruce Springteen testifying through song that he was born in the USA. Laura had to find another station, way to much 80’s, she thought as she hit the button and shut off the alarm. Throwing the covers aside, she sprang from the bed, and practically skipped to the shower. She was giddy with the idea of looking for a prospective girlfriend, and could barely wipe the smile from her face.

Turning the faucet, and stepping into the shower, she worked the bar of soap into a lather, and spread it over her body with a washcloth. She looked down at her body. The exercise had paid off in spades. She was buff and curvaceous, with a flat tummy, lean sexy legs, a firm ass and ample sized 38D breasts with large, pink areolas with dime sized nipples at their center. She looked good, and her tan lines emphasized her tits and ass. She rinsed off and then rapidly shampooed her hair, rinsed and toweled off, quickly dressed in a short denim skirt, peach colored cotton blouse, on which she left the top three buttons undone, giving a nice view of her cleavage. Underneath it all, she wore a lacey white thong and a matching wispy thin bra, that she had been saving for her boyfriend, but now was putting to better use.

Lastly she slipped on a strappy pair of sandals, black leather with two inch heels. Then bound out to her car. In minutes she was on the road, and on her way to work. It took her less time than usual, and as she pulled into the lot she saw Jessica and Carla walking together toward the entrance of the agency. Laura had been working at WSC reality since she’d got her real estate just two years ago. She liked the work, her boss and most of the customers she met. She was lucky to be in a good market, at a good time.

Pulling the car into a spot next to Carla’s Toyota, Laura shut off the car, and stepped out. “Wait for me!” she called out to her coworkers.