Bimbotel Ch. 03

Around noon the next day, she received a WhatsApp message. Reni asked Anja to meet her at around 2 p. m. in front of a small boutique in the city centre, not far from the main station. She had often walked past it, but Bimboworld, as the boutique was called, didn't ring a bell; it seemed to be a rather inconspicuous shop. But the opposite was true; she could already see the pink neon sign from the station. She spotted Reni standing in front of the shop window and greeted her warmly.

The display in the shop window was in the same colours as the neon sign. Anja's subconscious had probably deliberately made her overlook this shop until now, as it obviously stood for everything that was completely alien to her previous life. And in that life, she probably wouldn't have lasted half a minute in this boutique.

Just the outfit of the only sales assistant would have been a culture shock for her a few weeks ago, if she hadn't met Reni and the two Möllers. The sales assistant wore her blonde hair pinned up high and then falling in a long ponytail down her back. A white synthetic top clung tightly to her upper body. The low neckline emphasised her breasts. Her leggings were just as white and ended below the knees, where they were tucked into pink pointed boots with high heels. The wide belt with the huge, circular silver buckle was, of course, also pink, as were her perfectly manicured fingernails, which protruded slightly beyond her fingertips. Even her lipstick, eye shadow and large hoop earrings were pink. Not even the necklace with the little bell at the front was allowed to deviate from this colour scheme. Only the name tag identifying her as Sonya was plain black with white lettering.

'Sonya isn't half as stupid as she always acts here,' Reni warned her new friend in a low whisper. Giggling childishly, Sonya, who had probably just stepped out of a manga comic, approached her customers: 'Hello, sweeties, what can I do for you?'

'Hello Sonya, we need to get my friend some great clothes. You can see what she's wearing, and that's definitely not going to do. She needs to look really good and stand out! You know what I mean.'

'Hihi, of course, the sweetie shell have a little more fun in her life.'

'She doesn't need much new stuff for the top, we'll come back in a few weeks when her boobs are way bigger, but for the bottom, we need the full works.'

'Yes, she definitely needs more pling-pling, then she'll be a little cutie for the boys. Come with me, sweetie. I've got some nice things for you. You'll need everything, hot pants, skirts, leggings, earrings?'

'Yes, that should be about right, but none of the skirts should be longer than mid-thigh.'

Sonya was horrified: 'Mid-thigh, are you trying to insult me? Sweetheart, look around you! Mid-thigh, tsk, tsk, tsk. As if I had anything that long and boring here. Anything longer than 25 cm doesn't come into my shop when it comes to skirts!'

Hours later, Anja and Reni left the boutique armed with well-filled Bimboworld bags. In addition to clothes, plenty of make-up and nail polish had found their way into one of them. They couldn't see the big grin on Sonya's face anymore. She was delighted with the great business and decided to treat herself to a glass of champagne that evening, maybe even two, once the bottle was open.

Over the next few days, Anja practised putting on make-up and putting together everyday outfits. She did this until it became second nature to her to look like she never would have dared to go out on the street just a short time ago. She would probably even have gossiped with Susi (who she urgently needed to call) about her new look and outfit. It was more difficult, and therefore required a lot of practice, to change her way of expressing herself so that she could strike a balance between business conversation and vulgar chatter, and know when to be serious and when she could talk about clothes, sex and men. It quickly became apparent that Anja was a natural when it came to dirty talk and that it could hardly be dirty enough for her. Her transformation couldn't happen fast enough for her, and she absorbed the Möllers' tips and instructions like a dry sponge.

Anja practised blow jobs and cock sucking, partly under supervision, on the special chairs in the Möllers' kitchen. But she also practised on the new dildos she had bought in a sex shop. When the ladies of the house were satisfied with these dry runs, Mascha's extremely potent boyfriend Alex selflessly volunteered to be the first guinea pig for a real-life test of Anja's newly acquired skills (initially) without an audience. Of course, she wasn't perfect yet; after all, no one is born a master. Nevertheless, Alex's shining eyes afterwards showed that the young woman had done a good job.

Mascha didn't want to miss out on the second lesson on a living object. At first, she just sat passively on a chair and watched as Anja took Alex's cock in her hand, then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. Slowly, she began to move her mouth up and down the cock, and Mascha could quickly see that blood was gathering in the erectile tissue, her boyfriend's cock now rapidly growing to its full size and hardness.

Anja pushed back the foreskin with her lips and licked the swollen glans with relish. Alex's breathing became noticeably faster, which in turn encouraged Anja to intensify her efforts by fondling his balls with one hand and jerking off his cock with the other. Alex groaned.

Mascha had long since been unable to limit herself to the role of spectator. The sight of the two had aroused her, her pussy glistened with wetness and she worked herself with her fingers. When Alex asked Anja to get on all fours in front of him so he could fuck her from behind, it became too much for Mascha. She positioned herself over her new colleague so that Alex could lick her pussy while he repeatedly thrust his hot cock deeper and harder into Anja's slit. Since Alex insisted on shooting his cum into Anja's mouth, the three of them had to change positions again. Anja stayed where she was and worked the hard pleasure giver again with her mouth, while Mascha lay down under her and licked her cunt.

Completely ecstatic, she screamed out her orgasm so loudly that Alex was able to shoot his cum into her wide-open mouth and her face, which was contorted with ecstasy. Anja greedily swallowed all the cum in her mouth and wanted more; she would need this delicious taste regularly from now on. Mascha licked the cum off the young woman's face and then shared it with Anja in an intense kiss. They repeated these intense exercises with extreme regularity over the next few days, but with changing constellations.

Johanna was completely surprised the following week. When Anja appeared to remove the piece of skin, the doctor could not have expected Anja's behaviour to have changed so much in such a short time. The bimbo trainee put her hand on the back of her neck in greeting, pulled her towards her, gave her a French kiss, reached into her coat with her other hand and squeezed her firm breasts. Then she whispered in her ear: 'Come on, sweetie, don't you want to finally stuff your horny little patient's slutty fuck hole with your fingers and give her the orgasm she so desperately needs?'

'Well, that's a very good idea. Get undressed so I can start the examination,' replied the doctor before quickly locking the consulting room and pulling a black Magic Wand out of her desk drawer.

Anja didn't need to be asked twice. She took off her clothes and lay down on the examination table at the edge of the office. Johanna took off her doctor's coat, under which she wasn't wearing any underwear today either. Her plump tits and flawless, slightly tanned skin came into view. Her vagina was also perfectly shaved, not a single hair was visible. At Johanna's gentle pressure with the massage wand, Anja willingly spread her legs. The massage wand got her blood pumping, but she got even more turned on when the surgeon leaned forward and parted the wet, shiny slit with her tongue.

She licked there with relish and took out a small, black-nubbed dildo, which she used to work the horny hole, first carefully, then faster. Anja could no longer hold back and squirted Johanna in a high arc over her face and head. Johanna opened her mouth and tried to catch as much of the horny juice as possible to share it with her patient in a kiss.

Luckily, this private clinic had a separate shower for each doctor's room. After more caresses during a shower together, the two returned to the real reason for the visit. In a quick mini-operation, Johanna removed a small piece of skin about 1 cm² and a little tissue from the inside of her upper arm. Within the next four weeks, enough skin and tissue should be grown to cover Anja's new bust. The small wound under her arm would heal easily over the next few days and quickly become unrecognisable.

Anja didn't yet know what the Möllers had planned for the rest of the day, but she found out in the early afternoon. Jessi went with her to the hairdresser. However, he was gay, so there was no opportunity to use feminine charms. She had liked Sonya's hairstyle from the Bimboworld boutique so much that she didn't want to wait for her hair to grow to that length naturally. So her day was well filled with hair extensions, and the bleaching was arsscheduled for the next day.

In the evening, she had a long phone call with Susanne, who wanted to be kept up to date on Anja's progress. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible to meet up in the next few days. Like every day, Anja stood in front of the mirror to be aware of her transformation. Luckily, she also remembered to take a selfie after every little change. That way, she could always look back and see how her transformation from a well-behaved hotel employee (or rather, an unemployed hotel manager) to a flamboyant hotel manager had taken place. The appointment for the bleaching was early the next day. However, she patiently endured the procedure. Afterwards, her hair was snow-white and fell down her back almost to her arse.

In the afternoon, Mascha had chosen another lesson in learning to walk in high heels. Until now, she had practised in Jessi's flatter boots. In her case, flatter meant that the heels were 'only' 10 cm high. Since such shoes and higher ones were not yet to be found on Anja's shelves, it was now time to ensure that the young woman was equipped with a suitable selection when she started her job at the hotel. Mascha described to her new managing director how she should dress for the shopping trip. Perhaps this would allow them to negotiate the price.

She now wore her long hair loose -- something she would have to get used to. Due to her lack of bust size, she had put on a simple white, tight-fitting T-shirt, a red and black checked skirt that barely covered her buttocks, and a pair of Jessi's not-so-high-heeled strappy sandals.

As instructed, she had refrained from wearing any underwear. This was a new experience for her in public, because it was one thing for her doctor to see her pussy, but quite another to display it to everyone on the street. But it was a pleasant feeling to feel the air.

Jessi would accompany her to buy shoes. Jessi had chosen the shop because the staff there were so nice. From what she had seen of Jessi so far, Anja was quite sure that this statement, as boring as it sounded at first, would certainly turn out to be ambiguous. The two had agreed to meet at the station and take the S-Bahn.

When she saw Jessi coming, she realised why she had been given such detailed instructions on how to dress. Jessi was wearing the same clothes as Anja. If it hadn't been for Jessi's large bust, they could have been mistaken for twins at first glance. On closer inspection, however, attentive observers would have noticed other differences. Of course, they were constantly being stared at, but Anja blamed this mainly on Jessi's appearance, before she realised that she herself had recently developed a similar look.

They sat down next to each other on the train. Anja shyly crossed her legs, while Jessi sat much more relaxed and at ease in her seat. Only a moment later, Anja thought of Murphy's Law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. At the next stop, one of her former vocational school teachers, who was surely retired by now, got on. The horny old goat had to sit right across from them, of course. Luckily for them, he didn't recognise them. The completely different hairstyle and slutty make-up were only briefly the target of his lustful glances. Instead, he stared openly at Jessi's cleavage (which she willingly pushed out a little towards him) and even more at her cunt when she crossed her legs much more slowly than would have been proper. The man's arousal was evident both from his increased breathing rate and the obvious bulge in his trousers. Jessi, who had become quite adept at gauging the reactions of such sleazy types, asked hypocritically if he was feeling unwell, if he had a bigger problem and if she could help him solve it. At that moment, the train slowed down at the next station and the man hurriedly left the train. He tried to hide the damp spot on his trousers.

'I'm glad he didn't recognise me.'

'Why, what would be the problem, who was that?

'That was one of my teachers from vocational school, I really don't need him seeing me like that.'

'Oh, he's just some guy from your past, you don't have anything to do with him anymore. There's no downside for you. I would have loved to see his face if he had recognised you. He probably would have been totally embarrassed if you had shown him your pussy. We definitely missed out on some great fun.'

'You're right, of course. I think I just need a little more time to internalise it all. Next time, I'll try to stay more relaxed. In any case, I have to tell Susi about this, because she knows the guy too.'

'You can start staying relaxed right now. We'll get off at the next stop and we'll be there in three minutes.'

'Okay, but I'm surprised they're still open at this time.'

'They usually close in about 10 minutes, but do you think they'll kick us out if we give them a few incentives to serve us longer?'

'I should have known what you meant by 'nice staff'.'

'Just wait and see, they've hired some hot guys. It's part of the concept; the owners believe that attractive staff boosts the buying mood of their main target group. There's probably something to it, and the selection of shoes and boots is just great. It's so good that we probably won't be able to carry your purchases home easily afterwards.'

'Then why didn't we take the car?'

'Well, because of the nice staff, of course. They'll probably take us home afterwards.'

'You've thought of everything again.'

Just a few minutes later, shortly before closing time, the two ladies reached the 'High Heels Temple', as the shop called itself. A quick glance into one of the shop windows was enough to see that they didn't sell orthopaedic shoes there.

The employees, who were looking forward to the end of a long day at work,

initially looked a little sour at the fact that someone else had arrived at the last minute. Toni, one of the employees, recognised Jessi immediately, so his displeasure quickly subsided. In addition to his fixed salary, he worked on commission and knew that Jessi's visits were always worthwhile. Considering that Jessi was accompanied by a pretty woman he had never seen in the shop before, he immediately sensed a good deal. His colleague, who did not know Jessi, was excited about the prospect of the girls, but not about the prospect of overtime. However, during a brief whispered note from Toni, his face lit up again. Toni came over and greeted Jessi first, then introduced Mario to the ladies as a customer advisor. Anja wasn't sure whether Toni had described Mario as potent or competent. In the meantime, he locked the front door.

'Can we offer you a coffee or something else to drink before we get to the actual purpose of your visit?'

'Yes, I could really use one,' replied Anja, while Jessi asked for a glass of sparkling wine instead.

'Sparkling wine? Are you planning something big?'

'My friend here just needs a few nice high heels.'

'Just one pair?'

'No, a few pairs, or even lots of pairs, of every kind, from sandals to over-the-knee boots, but mainly boots today.'

'What size?'

'39, please.'

'You'll find the standard sizes at the back left of the wall, but I can well imagine that you don't necessarily want what everyone else is wearing, so we'll go to the warehouse and put together a more special selection for you.'

'Take your time, quality is more important than quantity!'

Toni placed two glasses of sparkling wine on the counter, skilfully opened the hastily fetched bottle and poured them both a glass. When the men had finally disappeared through the door to the warehouse, Jessi asked Anja what she thought of the two sales assistants.

'I wouldn't kick either of them out of bed, or maybe I would, but then I'd kick them right into the middle of the bed' was her unequivocal answer.

'So they could both fuck you,' added Jessi.

'At least I wouldn't fight back, and I wouldn't mind a good fuck right now.'

'I'm sure something can be done if the two of them aren't gay. At the latest when you try on a pair of over-the-knee boots, you'll have to ask for help. And if they have a zip, then you'll probably have no choice but to spread your legs so wide that he has no choice but to look at your pussy. You poor thing,' Jessi giggled.

Meanwhile, in the warehouse, Toni and Mario weren't just trying to put together a special selection of high-heeled shoes and boots; The two young men were brooding over a tactic on how they could best succeed in fucking the girls. Toni explained that he had seen Jessi in the shop several times and had also served her: 'She always walks around so provocatively, but nothing has ever happened with her, nothing more than looking. I don't know the other one either. But I have a feeling that something could happen today.'

Based on the outfits and behaviour of the young women, they had high hopes that Jessi and Anja wouldn't necessarily be averse to an erotic adventure. When they finally made their way back to the shop with a fully loaded trolley, they were determined to give their best in every way. It was not without ulterior motives that Toni and Mario had not loaded a single pair onto the car that did not reach at least just below the knee or have heels under 10 cm.

The two women were just pouring the last of the champagne into their glasses when Toni instantly conjured up a new bottle from somewhere and even grabbed a champagne cooler. It wasn't necessary to ask the already slightly tipsy Anja twice to sit down to try on the boots. Mario had brought out a pair of lace-up patent boots that matched the red of the skirt and was now deliberately taking his time to put awkwardly the boots on Anja.

When he was finally satisfied with his work, Anja was allowed to stand up and try on the boots. Despite the alcohol she had already consumed, she was able to walk elegantly on the 10 cm heels, which were not too high and relatively wide. The firm shafts gave her legs a pleasantly slim but at the same time commanding appearance. Toni and Jessi enjoyed themselves with another glass of sparkling wine, apparently talking about everything under the sun and seemingly oblivious to what was going on around them. Meanwhile, the pair of red patent leather boots had been put back in the box, where they would join a matching pair in black to form the start of Anja's future boot collection.

Mario then took a long leather boot out of the next package. The black boot had a small platform, which meant that the heel had to be correspondingly higher. Anja wasn't sure if the shaft of the boots was too long for her legs, but she was very sure why the salesman had chosen these particular boots. He asked the young woman to lift her leg and straighten her knee, as this was the only way he could really put the boots on her and ensure that they fit perfectly. He kept to himself the fact that this was also the only way he could get a good look at the young woman's clean-shaven pussy.

Anja did as she was told, lifting her leg and pressing the heel of the boot against the spot on his trousers where it could hurt a man particularly badly. With the right amount of pressure, however, this can also lead to the highest ecstasy. Anja had obviously applied just the right amount of pressure, because the enthusiastic salesman moaned with pleasure. She moved her foot back and forth as if in slow motion, while at the same time feeling Mario increase the counterpressure to feel the heel more strongly against his cock. At that moment, Anja pulled her leg back, causing the salesman to stumble, land on his knees and fall with his face practically directly into Anja's pussy. Anja immediately clamped his head between her thighs, which were encased in black leather boots, and simply commanded loudly, 'Lick! My! Pussy!'