In Need of Some Sex

I hung up various skirts, blouses, and dresses, looking for something perfect, perfect for pictures in my dark office. I wanted to look like the women at the mall, quiet, sophisticated, and ready to show off their legs. I decided on a sheer black dress with emerald green roses. The hem leads right down to the top of my knees. It had dainty, webbed lace on the chest and sleeves. I would have to go braless, though I am sure my perky breasts wouldn't mind. Underneath I had on a corset to lose another three inches. I was ready to get into my outfit, I was shaking with anticipation. As the green dress made its way down my body I swooned and had to take a deep breath to focus. I pulled it down, fixing my breasts and then shaking the hem to let it fall properly. I didn't want to view myself until I had my heels on, and I had six pairs with me to choose from. My five-inch black pumps won out and I held onto the desk as I slipped into them. My pink toenails are completely on view.

I walked to the mirror in the tiny bathroom. Looking at myself from the waist up.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous."

I was amazed. I finally had the figure I always wanted. A lot of exercise and dieting was needed to stay this way, but what woman wasn't on a diet? I would just be one of the millions more.

I then put on my press-on nails. In minutes I had long dark pink fingernails to match my lips. I needed to get the phone set up to take pictures so I put it on my little tripod, with my circular selfie light. I must have taken fifty shots before I even looked at them, the men on social media were going to love these. I had to admit I was perfect, my long legs and delicate torso were so in need of a man's touch.

I posted five pictures, two full shots, two close-ups of my face, and one of my nails playing on my thighs. They were all quite sexy and in seconds I had some likes. I posted two more old ones, one in a red dress and another I had of me in a Hooters uniform I had been saving.

After taking more pictures and videos for another half hour I decided to check the direct messages. My only rule on my account was that you had to follow me, for me to answer your DM. So first I deleted everyone I didn't know. They were almost always rude or lame and I usually didn't bother checking them out anyway.