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— So what now? You gonna make me live like some village girl? — Eric spat out, feeling his breasts under the tight top bounce heavily with each breath. The fabric stretched even tighter, and with horror he noticed how the deep neckline mercilessly emphasized two soft, completely not-his rounded mounds.
— Isn’t that exactly what you wanted, DOLLY!? — Sarah smirked, tilting her head as if savoring every word.
— Don’t you dare call me that! — Eric screamed, shocked himself at how shrill and thin his voice sounded. High-pitched, girly, almost a squeak. He pressed his hands to his breasts, feeling the soft weight shift again.
— Oh, come on, — Josh cut in, lazily leaning against a wooden barn beam. — You look stunning. I bet a hundred bucks the local boys will be all over you.
— Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Josh! Did you forget who gave you this job?! — Eric nearly shouted, and in the same moment realized with dreadful clarity how ridiculous it sounded coming from a girl in a plaid mini-skirt with pigtails.
— Go ahead, order me to file a report too, Dolly, — Josh grinned lazily, and that word made Eric explode inside.
— I said — DON’T CALL ME THAT! — He clenched his fists, but immediately felt his nails painfully digging into his palms.
Sarah slowly stepped closer, staring right into his eyes:
— And why not, Dolly? Isn’t that your real name now?
Eric backed away, tripped on a bale of hay and almost lost his balance. His breasts jiggled so much he nearly fell, and Josh burst out laughing:
— Holy shit, you’re even blushing! Never thought I’d see you like this.
— I’m not blushing! — Eric blurted, but his face was already burning. He pressed his palms to his cheeks, feeling sharp long nails scrape his skin. — It’s just the heat. I’m boiling in this skin! Give me the latch right now, I’ll take this crap off, the one you forced me to wear!
Sarah snorted, leaning closer so that Eric felt her breath right on his face:
— Oh, of course, “forced,” Dolly, — Sarah dragged out the word, making her voice mockingly soft, almost teasing. — You didn’t exactly resist, just mumbled a couple of times that it was a “stupid idea.” But I saw perfectly well how you looked at yourself in the mirror. Especially when you ran your hands over… — her gaze deliberately lingered on his breasts, the corners of her lips twitching dangerously. — And by the way, don’t lie about the heat. The skin reads all your brain synapses, as you very well know, since it’s YOUR startup. And now I finally get why you poured so much money into developing this fetish suit.
— What? — Eric gasped. — It’s not… it’s not a fetish! It’s a medical project! For burn victims! For rehabilitation!
Sarah crossed her arms and smirked like she’d just heard the most absurd argument of her life:
— Oh sure, “medical”... — she almost sang the word. — Tell that to someone else. I saw your browser history.
Eric froze. His heart dropped into his stomach.
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