Latex Trap
" TRAPPED IN A LATEX DOLL "
( the text is from a reader, xxx )
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Every morning the alarm clock rings in the little house near the Pacific. The Malibu beaches are wonderful. The dawn lights the sand with a beautiful pink color.
It is six o’clock. Pamela gets up and goes to the kitchen.
She quickly drinks a glass of orange juice, and . . .
. . . as she does every morning, goes for a jog along the coast. Five kilometers. In the morning coolness, Pamela feels free.
After half an hour, she returns and takes a shower.
She eats breakfast quickly to avoid the morning traffic.
Pamela drives her car along the coast before turning into the center of town.
She works for a company which imports and exports erotic products.
The parent company is located in Japan and has factories in Southeast Asia.
She has worked here for two weeks. She does not have a good education, so she changes jobs frequently.
She works here as a receptionist.
She is neither a secretary nor a switchboard operator. She just guides visitors inside the tower. The job is easy and pays well.
Pamela is a living male fantasy. She has long blonde hair and a dream body with natural, firm breasts. Her perfectly symmetrical face is accented by well drawn lips and beautiful blue eyes. Pamela is not allowed to wear pants. She must wear mini-skirts, bustiers and high heels. The company provides the clothes.
Many young managers have tried to date her, but her contract forbids relationships with fellow employees. Pamela has few friends. She no longer sees her lover from her teens after a bad break up. Pamela usually has a quiet nine to five day with an hour off for lunch. She spends her evenings swimming and relaxing.
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