“Honestly, that ch1ld...” Ana did feel awful insisting Fareeha come to visit, only to be overwhelmed with work. But she couldn't excuse such a nasty attitude, either. The frustration made it had to concentrate on the intelligence briefs. Ana sighed and noticed, for the first time, the piece of paper stuck to her door. She got up from her desk and walked over to pull it off.
“Goddamnit, I have to be the team's whore now, too? It's not even filled out properly.” Irritated, Ana grabbed a pen, wrote in the date, and checked off that it was definitely a demotion. Her desktop immediately lit up with notifications demanding her services. Ana ran her tongue stud around her plump, dark ruby lips.
Ana sashsayed to her desk. Her dress uniform had been replaced with an onion skin blouse, a navy blue latex microskirt, and strappy platform heels. The skirt was stretched tight over her buttocks, letting the last half inch of flesh hang out, and it ended before the top of her rolling hips. Her posture and walk changed, sliding one straight leg around the other while she threw her shoulders back, to emphasize her assets. A white thong rode the top of her hips. The Overwatch insignia served as her tramp stamp.
She delicately clicked the computer mouse with a manicured finger. She had had this job for barely a minute and work requests were already filling up her inbox. Ana smiled wryly. Her face was made up with generous rouge, olive eyeshadow, and thick mascara. Her Eye-of-Thoth tattoo had been replaced with a simple heart design. Ana's lustrous dark hair now featured a corn-blonde drip dye.
“I suppose a working girl should start at the top.” Ana adjusted the frilly navy blue bra that pushed the girls out front and center under her see-through top. She shoved a pack of breath mints into her cleavage. “Jack.”
Meanwhile, Fareeha has run into...
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