It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Call Me Cutie: A Bimbo Story.
Check out the summary:
Who knew being a bimbo could be so rewarding?
Katie might as well have been invisible standing next to the blonde bimbo at the coffee shop. She keeps getting passed over for promotions and better treatment. She’s the smart, successful one, but is it worth it?
In a moment of frustration, she does an online search for an answer. She finds it, but not in the form she expects. Become the Bimbo You’ve Always Wanted to Be, the website promises. And after staring at a blurred, wavy image and repeating airhead phrases for a half-hour, she’s already starting to feel the effects.
The next day, she wakes up to some drastic changes, which catches the eye of every man she passes. There’s a power she now wields, and it’s her transformed body, bimbo thoughts, and pretty voice. This story explores how she uses them.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
Call Me Cutie: A Bimbo Story
(sample)
The line in the coffee shop wasn’t just long; it was moving so slowly that Katie was sure her break would be over by the time she finally got served. She looked over at the cash register and saw that Marty, possibly the guy she hated most in the world, was working.
He was a chauvinist pig. He consistently leered down women’s shirts and told them they were beautiful, which made her want to throw her coffee on him, and would have done, happily, if it wasn’t for the fact that coffee was such a precious commodity.
For some strange reason, it had been decided that this was the only coffee place allowed on the block. In a large building full of offices, the store was in the center, in a rectangle covered by glass. She wasn’t sure, but she’d heard there was a business group elbowing the other shops out, which meant that one had the monopoly.
It worked, too, because time was money, and the coffee house was positioned just well enough for those who only had a short time for lunch and suffering from caffeine withdrawal. The shop had droves of customers every day, and there was no doubt the profit margins were huge.
She didn’t mind it all that much, but she did wish her office brewed its own coffee, other than the cheap stuff she could barely choke down. Just another way for her company to cut costs.
Finally, she was at the front of the line. Marty barely looked up as he asked her what she’d like.
“A medium coffee and a croissant, please,” she replied. “My usual.”
He looked up and nodded, then did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he beamed.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said, and she blushed. He’d never spoken to her that way before.
Then she realized that was because he wasn’t speaking to her at all. While it looked as though he were, in fact he was looking just over her shoulder, and Katie turned around to see a tall, skinny, blonde woman in a tiny skirt and heels. She giggled at him and waved.
“I’m so sorry to do this,” she said in a high-pitched voice, “only I’m real late for an appointment. Please can I skip ahead? I just want a tall, skinny latte with extra foam.”
He winked at her. “For you, honey, anything.” He looked at Katie. “Give me a second and I’ll get your crumb cake.”
“Croissant!” Katie called after him, but it was no use. He was gone. She scowled at the woman who had jumped in front of her. There was little wonder why he’d done that. The woman looked like every man’s dream. She was pretty, her makeup perfect, and her breasts were pushed together to display ample cleavage.
I could look like that if I wanted, Katie fumed. Only I choose to have more respect for myself. She tried not to look up at the back of the coffee bar, where there was a large mirror, but it was too late. She caught a glimpse of a tired, twenty-six year old who already looked like she was in her thirties. Her stressful job meant the frown lines were getting deeper.
As for her clothes? Well, they were comfortable. Unfortunately, that was the only adjective one could really use to describe them without being offensive. Her skirt went as low as her calves, and her flats were practical. Her shirt was a little big, but even if she wore a smaller size, it wasn’t as though she had curves for the material to cling to.
“I’m happy with my body,” she forced herself to mutter, finding she did it a little too loudly as a man also waiting for his coffee gave her an odd look.
Marty hurried back with the tall, skinny latte for the tall, skinny woman, thanking her for coming in and giving her the cup. Katie noticed that no money changed hands. Figures, she thought. If this were a bar, the woman would get free cocktails all night.
(end of sample)
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