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I had been instructed to dress Pinkie in a pink gown
before taking her down in the elevator. The building was deserted,
but I guess my wealthy client didn't want the possibility of a naked woman
being trapped in his elevator if it broke down on a Sunday. We took the elevator down to the sub-basement of the building 6 floors below street level. The doors opened and Pinkie and I walked out into the basement which was lit by some feeble strip lights. I could see a brightly lit area in the very centre of the basement, so we started to walk towards it. "Are you OK Pinkie?" I asked as I felt her arm tremble through the thin silk material of her gown. "Just a bit nervous, that's all boss, but I will be OK!" she replied. |
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