Soon were closing things down, who will do what and in what budget,I told them final approval from our side will come from the VP, the meetings came t... an end around 4 PM. I was fully exhausted, Kurt took me to Seema and told me I can use the cubicle next to her, I requested him that I leave early been running around last for two weeks, having mild headache. He said sure, I told him I am using a rented car would like to take Seema along, he was fine with that. I left around 4.30 PM, I was. It was easier to be eye candy to strangers than it was to anticipate a conversation with someone about just what I was doing and wearing.It was a beautiful morning, cool enough so that the warm sun felt delicious. As I read the paper, sipping my coffee, I realized that my fingers kept going up to the collar, fidgeting with it. It drew my attention, my touch, and I wondered if you could ever get used to wearing something like that. Could you ever forget it? Could it be possible to have it become. Mmm, so sweet and creamy. I continue to run my talented tongue slowly up and down the smooth straw. The guy in the truck next to my car looks intrigued by my motions. I swirl the straw and let him see what I am doing. He has never seen a woman devour a shake in this manner. My tongue plays with the straw, just like teasing the tip of a cock. I continue to think only of my lover, more turned on by my show of exhibitionism. I start to suck, softly at first, feeling the fluid begin to rise. I. It is a satire, like all my stories. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me. If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with permission from.