Lara Lynn

THE CORPORATE LADDER GOES BOTH WAYS 32: XXL BLOWN UP

Added 2025-09-18 09:30:02 +0000 UTC

Tomorrow came, and there he was—sleeves rolled, car door open, every inch the man who made her knees weak. "Ready to go home, chica?"

The ride was, like, total heaven: tinted windows, a cute playlist, iced tea chilled in the cupholder. With her eyes closed, the dream-echoes flickered again—ugh, so weird, so messy. Her brain felt like glitter dumped on wet paint, all sticky and random. Lucky thing Paige had doubled her "happy pills." Now everything was wrapped in this fluffy cotton candy glow, like nothing bad could ever touch her.

Back at her place, Emilio did the practical things without fanfare: meds set, alarms queued on her phone. "Ugh, he is so in charge, so manly…"

Her eyes kept dropping to his crotch, and of course, she ended up blowing him a couple of times before he finally zipped up.

"Take care of yourself, chica. See you at the office."

Maryann licked her lips and giggled, "Can’t wait, boss. My girlfriends are gonna be sooo jelly."

"Text me if the world wobbles."

"Yessir."

With Emilio gone, Maryann’s first mirror check was an emotional earthquake. "Oh. My. God." Waist nipped, hips flared, chest—well. The glass returned a bimbo’s reflection. "Kara won’t make fun of me for being a beanpole anymore, that’s for sure," she breathed, equal parts stunned and proud. Something inside her purred: Yes. This. Como las modelos americanas.

Enjoyyy! 💋Xoxo💋
Lara Lynn