Clothes strewn about her apartment, Klara was happy to relax after work. Both her top and bra were long gone, and her skirt was unbuttoned and subsequently thrown haphazardly into a corner. As she walked towards her bedroom, she started to wiggle out of her panties. Not wanting to miss a beat, she reached up at the back of her head, where the zipper was. As the knee-high boots came off, so did the bodysuit, and they simultaneously hit the floor with a satisfying thud. Finally! She'd put in a fun, albeit long, shift as a curvy call girl, so she had earned the right to relax a bit. She didn't mind being in a suit that was larger than her normal slender frame, but it did take a bit of extra work in order to accommodate its curves; she always felt like she was wearing a heavy jacket, but as she had to move and contort a bit, the end result was that it was exerting. Picking the now-empty suit from the ground, she made sure that it was clean enough (especially after being with the clients she had), and carefully hung it up in her special closet. Once that was completed, she walked to the kitchen where she had some wine saved. Pouring herself a nice class of sour white, she reflected that all in all, she was happy she could combine her love of bodysuits with her job.
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