A bored housewife rediscovers herself as she takes part in a test panel for cosmetic products.
Warning: This 6000 word story contains graphic sexual language, bimbos, and breast expansion. It is intended for mature readers.
Excerpt: “Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?” Oh that’s right. I wasn’t alone. I pulled my hand away from my crotch. It had snuck down on its own. Wouldn’t want to get caught. Karen giggled, then smiled at me, knowingly. But she didn’t say anything, she just waited for my answer. I shook my head no. I was feeling rather flush. Both from embarrassment at being caught and from the delicious thoughts in my head. I’m sure she could tell I had started to breath heavily. She went back to work and I felt my hand slip back between my legs. I giggled. Karen giggled.
CNP is an indebted, but aspiring author. Surfing for that which was exciting, CNP's specific interests quickly led to an exhausted supply of erotica. So writing began, and writing continues, to help repay that debt.
1) There's a little too much repetition in the beginning. Sure, it's a mind control story and repetition is kind of common, but we haven't gotten to that part yet. No, I'm referring to the very beginning where the fact that the main character woman is a) bored; b) a housewife; c) doesn't normally do this type of thing; d) well surveys but not this exactly; e) etc. needed to be repeated over and over and over again. Good grief.
2) okay, I got it, your life is boring crap. Please stop telling me this. Please.
3) Okay, now I'm begining to think that the main character woman was born out of an egg three minutes before the start of the story. As an adult (because this is an adult story). Why? The million and one things she is experiencing for the first time. Like hotels. And doorways. And double doors. And ballrooms. Seriously.
4) This person appears to have the intelligence of the common fake plant that the main character spotted in the lobby. And the personality to go along with said level of intelligence.
One of my main problems with stories like this is the assumption/expecation/whatever that if women like sex, then they are dumber than a doornail (or, to get a woman to be interested in sex, you have to make her dumber than a doornail). Really? Seriously? Who the fuck are these stories for?
"I entered what looked like one of the smaller conference rooms at the end of the hall." - how the fuck do you know? You don't even know what a fucking conference room is. Or a doorway. Or a hotel. That might be an extra large room set aside the cleaning staff to fold towels. How the fuck would you know? You've constantly told me that you have no experience of anything like this so . . . ..
"There were sliding partitions on two of its walls. Meant to be opened into other rooms for larger events, no doubt." Depending on the partitions and the room - they can either be super obvious, or blend into the wall. So . . .how'd this super inexperienced person even know what the partitions were? Even if they were the super obvious kind? Shouldn't she be wondering what the fuck the weird bulges against the wall were about? Instead of automatically knowing? Is she dumb and inexperienced or not? Make up your mind.
"cheap plastic chairs like you'd find in a waiting room." - whoa, you've been in a waiting room before? It's not something only your husband has experienced? I'm amazed.
"Her fake blond hair wasn't winning her any points in my book, that much I knew. But I had friends who could pull off being fake blondes. For whatever reason, I took an immediate dislike to the bubbly young woman." - a) what a bitch; b) awkwardly stated.
"The melody of his voice reminded me of one of my younger romances. If I weren't alredy married I would have paid more mind to the fact that his finger wore no ring." - a) she just got done thinking bad thoughts about a 'ditzy fake blond' in the tight clothing; slut shaming her; now she's indicating that she herself is a slut?; b) I've a vague idea that this might have been written in another language before reaching English.
"I got the feeling that he was flirting with everyone in the audience. It's a good thing we were getting a free trial demo. I wouldn't trust myself with as much charm as the man oozed." - I . . what?
'make-up will make you look good, and if you look good, you feel good, and you want to look good, right?'- how annoying.
She reads an add at the supermarket and although it doesn't pay much she is curious and gives it a try. But when she finds out it is about make up she thinks she is scammed. But because she can't leave she tries on the foundation she got which is the start of her changing, changing into a hot bimbo. Nice to read, but I miss the hot action with a man at the end of the book, that is why I only gave three stars.