Bimbo Bodysuit 3
"No one goes in there except me. Nobody. Got it?" The security guard nodded dumbly as Simon Anderson, financial administrator at the London Neurological Research Hospital slammed the door shut and locked it. Anderson was bewildered. Two senior members of staff, brilliant professional women, had willingly transformed themselves into ditzy bimbos. First Dr Chalmers, who could currently be found escorting the world's richest men in Las Vegas, then her friend Dr Nayleigh who had at least annotated the work before her transformation into a blowjob machine the day before. With two academic heavyweights gone, Anderson was going to have to start reviewing budgets, reallocating resources, making money available for hiring... If he had hair, he would have been tearing it out. In his office, he fumed. These fucking women, these bitches... Sarah Nayleigh's personnel file sat open on his desk, and he looked at her plain face with contempt. On his monitor was a photo of her taken b...
