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Chapter 4 by Blackskull Blackskull

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Arriving at the office

Sabrina reached the newspaper offices and looked around. It was exactly what she hoped it would be like, with reporters sat at desks around the room, offices with frosted glass doors, and a background hum and clattering of printing presses.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.

"Watch out!" Sabrina jumped out of the way of a mousy woman with blonde hair in a bun and a pair of thick glasses, carrying a tray of coffee as she tottered along in a pencil skirt and blouse.

"Sorry!"

"Are you looking for someone?"

"Er, yeah, I'm Sabrina Spellman, the new intern."

"Oh, yes. Yes, we're having a staff meeting in about... Fifteen seconds. Follow me."

Sabrina followed the woman past the desks and into a conference room where people sat around a long table, which the coffee was set down on.

"Who's this?" an important-looking man asked, looking Sabrina up and down.

"I'm, uh, Sabrina Spellman."

"Yeah? If you're selling a story go see the girl on the front desk."

"Oh, no, I'm your new intern."

"Yeah?"

"I've got a letter right..." Sabrina dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out a folder letter, which immediately slipped through her fingers. It floated and spun in the air as Sabrina grabbed for it, missed, and it landed on the carpet behind her. "Oops!" she quickly turned and bent over to grab it.

RRRRIIIPPP!!!

Sabrina yelped in surprise as her pinstriped trousers split up the back and her naked buttocks came bulging out through the rip. She suddenly remembered that for some reason (Amanda's curse again) she had neglected to wear any underwear.

"Eek!" Sabrina grabbed at her rear with both hands, her large backside easily filling her fingers and felt the edges of the rip, just barely, with her pinkies.

"Well, I think we shouls offer her a job!" someone around the table laughed.

"She shows a lot of cheek!" someone else joked.

"I'm sorry!" Sabrina gasped, and to her horror she saw her jacket beginning to open up, the buttons pulling from the fabric, her bare breasts freed from their confines.

Sabrina suddenly found herself desperately wondering which of her wardrobe malfunctions she needed to cover more urgently.

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