A mother, successful businesswoman, was preparing for work. She was naked, in the midst of putting on her micro skirt. Her blouse was worn but unbuttoned, revealing her breasts clad in a lacy shelf bra, her areolas and nipples on full display.
Her eighteen-year-old daughter was standing next to her, watching intently as her mother dressed for work. She was fooling around, wearing her mother’s business suit and high heels. The suit covered her partially, but revealed her boobs, and a peek at her areolas and nipples. They hugged each other as they stared into the mirror.
Behind them, their son, the sister’s older brother admired both of them from the bathroom door.
The mother turned around and saw her son. She smiled at him, and did the come-hither gesture with her finger. The son slowly entered the bathroom.
The mother leaned against the counter and spread her legs. The sister approached her brother, took his hand, and pulled him towards their mother. She reached into his waistband and pulled down his pants.
Both mother and daughter gasped in delightful surprise as they saw what the man was packing.
The man grabbed his mom’s hips. His mom wrapped one of her legs around her son, grounding her heels into his ass, pulling him closer to her. Their facial expressions implied the son had successfully penetrated his mom’s pussy. They began to make out.
The bathroom door slowly closed, bringing an end to the steamy scene.
Another ad would take place in a football field. A mens football team was in the midst of training. The coach was a young female in her twenties. She wore a sports bra and spandex shorts.
Her nipples were prominent through the bra, which was cut low, revealing a deep cleavage. A whistle hung in the middle of her cleavage line. Her shorts were slightly damped, resulting in her bald pussy lips partially outlined through the material. There was a very obvious cameltoe.
The coach was speaking to one of the players, who had his head lowered, trying to catch his breath after a very intense workout. But when viewed carefully, his eyes were actually staring at the coach’s breasts.
Behind them, a few assistant coaches, all female, wore variations of the coach’s attire, but similarly revealing.
Some were giving beverages and towels to the players.
One of the assistants was discussing tactics with a player. The player had one of his hands wrapped around the assistant. His entire hand was groping the assistant’s ass.
Another was also discussing tactics. This assistant had her shirt pulled up. Her back was facing the camera, so the action was blocked. But the movements were sufficient to imply the player was sucking the assistant’s tits while listening to the briefing.
One player was reading a report prepared by the assistant. The assistant was on her knees, attending to some sore muscles between the player’s legs. Her head blocked most of the actions, but it was obvious her hands were moving in a repetitive up-and-down motion, performing a unique method of massage.
Satisfied with my work, I logged off and went to look for another teacher, Belle Hadeed.
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I knew Ms Hadeed was in the teacher’s lounge, so off I went. Today, Ms Hadeed wore a short sheath dress. The neckline was cut low to reveal her cleavage, and a hint of her lace bra.
“Good morning, Ms Hadeed.”
“Good morning, Jason. How can I help you today?”
Ms Hadeed was in the midst of preparing a cup of coffee. I patiently waited for her to finish. Then she walked over to one of the tables and sat down.
While facing me, she casually crossed her legs. I caught a peek of her tiny thong.
I then began to explain my planned photoshoot and school posters. I seldom meet Ms Hadeed in campus, so I printed more materials to help demonstrate my point. I presented Ms Hadeed with sample posters of school teachers posing “professionally”.
The teachers’ attire were modified to reveal deeper cleavage, skirts and dresses shortened to reveal legs and thighs. There were a few shots which the teachers’ lingerie peeked out from the blouses and skirts.
To Ms Hadeed, who also consumed my modified content, the posters were deemed normal content. Nothing wrong with them.
To further sell the idea, I told her Mrs Anderson had agreed to pose as the lead model.
“Since Mrs Anderson is taking part, then I would love to join your project. Let me know the time.”
Ms Hadeed got up and left the lounge. When she uncrossed her legs, I caught yet another a peek of her thong. It was so tiny I could even see the bright pink lips of her labia minora on both sides of the gusset.
I began packing up my stuff.
Just then, a female teacher walked in. She was Mrs Ratowski, who taught Home Economics. She wore a sleeveless top and a short flared skirt.
She went to the photocopy machine to print documents. While waiting, she bent forward against the machine, checking the quality of the photocopies. Her posture caused her skirt to rise higher, revealing more of her smooth thighs, almost to the top. Her long legs were accentuated by a pair of four-inch heels. Sitting directly behind her, three male teachers were quietly enjoying the view.
Shortly after, Mrs Ratowski finished printing. She placed her copies at a table next to the copier and began sorting out the documents.
She had to bend much lower, since the table was lower than the photocopier. This caused her flared skirt to ride up even higher on her legs. The three male teachers leaned lower on their chairs, trying to get a better viewing angle. I was sitting behind the three of them. With no one looking at me, I became more daring.
Silently, I crouched down onto the floor, my head touching the floor tiles, and looked up.
Mrs Ratowski wore a pair of white panties. It was a thong design, so I got to see her ass cheeks, which were sublime. Her shaved lips peeked out along the sides of the narrow gusset.
I wasn’t sure how much did the three men managed to see, but I bet it was good enough for them, because they kept staring, not aware of what was going on around them.
I was afraid of getting caught, so I quietly got up and left the lounge.
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The next teacher to meet was Coach Gallot, head of Sports and also cheerleader coach.
Coach Gallot had also been exposed to my modified programs and ads. She focused more on programs related to sports.
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For Coach Gallot, I switched tactics to place more focus on modifying sports-related shows and ads.
Recently, most of the ads focused on “Breathable Sports Wear”. They highlighted the benefits of better performance and fashionable.
I also blasted Coach Gallot with tons of “reports” citing more and more athletes prefer to wear the most minimal amount of clothing as possible during sports. They claimed to achieve much better results.
It started with the swim team in one of the colleges. The girls swim team began wearing tiny swimsuits which revealed even more skin. They ended up clocking faster lap times.
Very soon, athletes from other sports discipline began adopting the same tactics.
One of the articles I recently edited was about a girls’ college volleyball team. They were short of funds, on the brink of being disbanded, so they decided to do something out of the ordinary.
They decided to organize an exhibition match, and they would play while wearing lingerie. Not just any normal lingerie, but sheer lingerie with lace.
It was a success. They raised more money than they anticipated. It was so successful, they decided to turn the lingerie matches into a regular paid event.
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When I entered the ball court, the female volleyball team had just finished their practice. They were in the midst of packing up. I glanced around.
The girls were still wearing their existing uniforms, but I noticed quite a number of them had begun wearing fashionable bras and sexier panties. I could tell because their tight uniforms were soaked with sweat, they clung to the ladies’ hot bodies, highlighting what they were wearing underneath.
This was no doubt the effect of watching my modified episodes of GCH (Gold Coast High). The sportsgirls in the show wore revealing lingerie bras and tiny thongs. It wouldn’t be long before the women sports team in my college began fashioning up their underwear to follow GCH trends.
Coach Gallot was standing by the sideline. She wore a cropped tank top which revealed her flat and tight abs. The neckline was cut low, and her nipples poked through her bra and top, clearly visible from where I stood.
Her shorts were thin and short, hugging her ass like a second layer of skin. The bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out from below the shorts. There was a very detailed cameltoe between her legs, evidently showing she was also shaved clean.
There was nothing wrong with what Coach Gallot was wearing. According to the magazines (which I heavily edited), this was the latest fashion trend being worn by everyone.
“Ah! Jason! Give me a moment while I finish up my discussion here,” said Coach Gallot. She was standing next to a few players.
I hung around. I wasn’t displeased because this gave me a valid excuse to admire the volleyball girls, drenched in sweat and revealing more than usual.
All the players were heading for the girls’ locker room nearby, where the door was propped wide open. I was offered an unblocked view inside.
There were lots of naked breasts nipples on display. A few girls were prancing around wearing only their panties. Quite a few were browsing their phones while topless.
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