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Continuation of the captivating story about three female friends who together live out their Wet and Messy Fetish increasingly intensively, combining more and more the desire for exclusive fragrances, excessive styling, and their luxury bodies with the allure of deliberately destroying the highest-quality garments. A Coming of Age Novel of a very special kind, which takes up and presents ever new and explicit forms of Wet and Messy play.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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This book was originally written by me in German and subsequently translated into English. I apologize for any linguistic deficits that may have arisen. Thank you very much indeed.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichKATJA’S AMBIVALENT FAREWELL
The next day, shortly after seven o'clock, the doorbell rang and a courier handed Suzanna, who was just about to prepare a cup of coffee, an envelope with the illustrated documentation of the shooting schedule for what she thought would be four more commercials for the detergent manufacturer. Almost bursting with curiosity, she hurried to prepare the coffee and just as the last drop dripped out of the machine, she hastily grabbed the steaming cup and sat down on one of the comfortable armchairs in the living room. There she impetuously tore open the large envelope and a large hardback book with the casting agency's logo on the cover appeared. On the cover someone, surely the nice secretary who always had such elaborately designed fingernails, had pinned a cover letter explaining that on the same day at 4 p.m. another casting was to take place in which the agency was still looking for additional co-actresses for some of the spots for the detergent manufacturer. She immediately had the idea to ask her friends about this - after all, they all had experience when it came to pretty clothes and dramatic stains and they were certainly interested.
To her surprise, she then found a preface on the first pages of the shooting schedule with a detailed explanation for a better understanding of the exact plan. Astonished, she read there that the previously planned commercials would not be produced after all. So, they had gone to all the trouble - staging models, ruining clothes, making pictures, writing, and binding a manuscript - only to cancel the spots later. On the one hand, Suzanna could hardly believe this, but on the other hand, she was now curious about what was planned instead, so she quickly read on.
The manufacturer now explained that, based on the great test shots of her, they had decided to produce a continuous series of commercials with her, which would show her as a modern, well-groomed, and pretty woman in ever-changing everyday situations, where annoying and stubborn stains got on high-quality evening and business wear, which could be solved with the advertised detergent and not with competitor products.
Suzanna noticed how she still felt queasy at the idea of deliberately ruining pretty clothes, possibly several times in a row. Finally, she pushed the thought away and began to look with interest at the new plan and the accompanying pictures: On the first pages she found beautiful photos of her own rehearsal shooting in a wide variety of outfits and with different makeup and hairstyle variations. This was followed by a characterization of the character she would play from then on. She was described with attributes such as educated, self-confident, fashion-conscious, body-conscious, modern, athletic, well-groomed, successful, brand-conscious, single, wealthy, likeable, exemplary, accurate and thoughtful, and was to cavort among her peers and pursue suitable hobbies and other activities. Another page later was an introduction to the Spot series. It said, among other things, that the spots would be told from a first-person perspective and that the plot itself would be dialogue-free.
After a separator sheet, the detailed description of the first spot already followed: She was to wear a business outfit consisting of a gray skirt, turquoise satin blouse and gray blazer, with makeup emphasized on her lips. According to the logo of the detergent manufacturer, she should be seen in a boutique where she is holding the turquoise satin blouse in front of her and then signaling to the saleswoman that she would like to have this piece. In the background you can hear a voice saying: "For some events at work I just can't look good enough - you just have to show your best side". Then you see her giving a talk to a group of business partners in a modern meeting room. Wearing her new satin blouse, she looks extremely professional and confident, and those in attendance seem enthralled by her performance. When she has finished speaking, everyone claps and some nod approvingly and she is appropriately very pleased, and smiles flattered. Now you see her standing in a small group with some of her listeners and discussing, all of them have drinks, she herself has a cappuccino which she is just holding in one hand and stirring. Now her voice can be heard again which then says: " On such important days, stains are of course particularly annoying". While these words are spoken, part of the group is jostled by a passing businessman, and she pours the entire cappuccino on her blouse. She's not the only one to get some - another woman spills red juice on her white blouse and a man gets coffee on a white shirt. While these two take the stains visibly hard and leave the table wiping wildly on their clothes, she remains quite calm and plays down the situation sovereignly, while the causer tries to apologize. Afterwards, the lady in the white blouse is seen standing in her laundry room, frantically, almost panic-stricken, pretreating her blouse, which then still comes out of the washing machine with stains. To this you can hear, "Fortunately, I can be completely relaxed about it, thanks to my detergent." Now she stands in a modern kitchenette with washing machine and puts the blouse with the stain in the drum, confidently doses the liquid detergent and starts the machine relaxed. Accompanied by: "At the next appointment I already wore it again, I like my detergent" she is then seen standing in front of a group again in the blouse and presenting it.
The first spot was a doable task from her point of view, although she had to think a bit about how often one would have to repeat the jostle until one had a usable version in the can. Her gaze lingered for a long time on the picture of the wonderful turquoise blouse with the large brown stain and she remembered that her friend Magdalena had once smeared a similar blouse with lipstick and all attempts to save it failed. Almost in tears, Magdalena had then had to throw the beloved piece into the kitchen garbage, which had made her infinitely sorry. After a short sigh of relief, she was then able to detach herself from this spot and the memory of Magdalena's blouse, probably also due to increasing curiosity, and look at the second spot in the book.
In the second spot, she was to wear a simple black skirt and a dark blue blouse, along with somewhat more discreet makeup with a little less rouge and a slightly more subtle lip color than in the previous spot. According to the manufacturer's logo, she could be seen outdoors in a spring-like shopping mall as she joyfully and quickly approaches three women of about the same age. To which one hears, "Some things are just inseparable, like me and my best friends." The three other women are wearing a yellow summer dress, white pants combined with an orange blouse, and a shimmering gold sleeveless top combined with white shorts. In the next shot, her friends are seen sitting in a café and she receives a tray at a counter with all kinds of delicacies, such as two colorful sundaes, a piece of cake, three filled cups and several colored cold drinks. She accepts the tray and obviously has problems balancing it. To this one hears, "Even small mishaps don't change that." Just at this moment all the things fall from the tray and clap on the table and in slow motion and close-up on the dresses of the three women, some splashes also hit their own blouse. The other women are visibly frightened, while she is obviously very embarrassed by the situation. To this, the voice speaks, "Thanks to my detergent, even such stains are already very quickly no longer an issue." She is now seen packing her blouse and the colored clothes of her friends into the washing drum of her washing machine and then adding a manageable amount of the advertised liquid detergent for colored laundry. Then her voice says: "The next round in the café was on me, of course," and the four friends are seen laughing in the same café with their clothes clean again to which the following can be heard again: "I like my detergent.
This spot already gave Suzanna a much queasier feeling, since she didn't really know how easy or difficult it would be to tip the tray onto the other women in such a way that the resulting stains would also be believable for the viewer. Suzanna looked at the other spots after that. In one spot she would spill tomato sauce on a bright white outfit consisting of white shoes, white silk stockings, white skirt, white blouse, white blazer at lunch in the office, in the fourth spot she would wait at a bus stop with three friends also dressed in posh business fashion and a big truck would splash all four of them with the dark brown-black dirt from a huge oily puddle. This was followed by a spot at lunch in the office, where she douses two female colleagues in radiant blouses from top to bottom with coffee and cocoa. In the penultimate spot, a lipstick that slips out of her hand in the bathroom lands on the front of her wonderful white office blouse, and in the last spot, living up to the claim of a grand finale, she sits with three friends in a coffee. All of them are dressed completely in white and a waiter rams several things over on the table with a tray, which leads to a domino effect that causes cake, cream, juice, and all sorts of other things to land on the young women's clothes one by one.
When she had leafed through the book, she noticed that looking at the descriptions had made her sweat. In fact, as she could see in the mirror, she even had a really reddened head. She had hardly taken her eyes off the mirror when Lenka suddenly stood next to her and said loudly: good morning! Suzanna was slightly startled, but then immediately regained her concentration, returned the morning greeting, and told Lenka that the spots that would be shot had changed again and that there was already a casting for further roles today. Lenka's fear that Suzanna would have lost the main roles was quickly dispelled by Suzanna, who then asked Lenka specifically if she wanted to take part in the selection process and if she could ask Isabella later.
Lenka didn't have to think long and answered joyfully with a loud: "Yes super" and snatched the documents for the planned shootings from her friend. Even as Lenka was on her way to her room with the bound document, Suzanna shouted after her that she would be leaving by cab at 3 p.m., to which Lenka replied a joyful "I'm coming!".
Only a few seconds after the door of her room had closed behind Lenka, she opened the entrance again and spoke to Suzanna, who was already coming a little closer, that she urgently needed to go to the hairdresser, the beautician, and her stylist. Suzanna felt the same way and so they arranged to take a cab to the city center at 8:30am. In the bathroom the two missed each other and freshly showered, styled and as usual smelling intensely of the highest quality creations they were standing in the living room shortly after waiting for the cab.
Just at that moment Isabella came out of her room. She was completely naked and still smelled intensely of a perfume that Katja loved very much about her. Suzanna happily explained to her the changed situation around the commercial shootings and then asked her if she didn't want to come right along. Isabella was happy about the chances that just arose for her friends, but still denied for Katja's sake. She explained that it was Katja's last day and the day should only belong to her. However, she asked Suzanna and Lenka to please bring her presentation folder with them later. This way she might have a chance to play a role even without being there in person. Just as this was said, the doorbell rang and Isabella scurried around the corner to avoid being seen, and Suzanna and Lenka both told her afterwards that they would of course be happy to take the presentation folder with them and then took the elevator in the direction of the cab.
Isabella was now full of anticipation for this day. She had spared no expense and effort and outdone herself in terms of organization, and she had already made plans for waking Katja. In wise foresight, she had already hung an entire outfit in the drying cabinet in the bathroom the day before, with a blouse she had worn for advertising shots of a French luxury perfume as the highlight. She then quickly showered, put cream on her whole body, slipped into the outfit of black stockings, a black lace underwear set and the slightly golden shimmering and yet slightly transparent blouse that had been tailor-made for Isabella's body especially for the shooting at the time. After the shoot, Isabella had been allowed to keep all five of the blouses she had made, and today she wanted to sacrifice for Katja the first piece that looked so noble and was so wonderfully delicate and cuddly to wear. To do this, she meticulously smoothed her hair, applied her makeup intensely and brightly with practiced hand movements, and then began to spray herself from top to bottom with the fragrance that she had advertised at the time. She then unerringly reached into a compartment of her bathroom cabinet and pulled out two large bottles of an extremely intense body lotion that was wonderfully greasy and oily while smelling great. With one bottle in each hand and full of anticipation, she then slipped out of the bathroom.
Arrived in the bedroom, the light was dim, and it still smelled intensely of the noble scents of the previous evening. Katja lay naked on the bed, only a few parts of her wonderful body covered by the comforter.
This was exactly how Isabella had imagined the start of the day: Carefully she climbed up to Katja on the huge bed and carefully she lifted her right knee over Katja's flat belly onto the mattress beyond Katja's body. Slowly, she then lowered her bottom onto Katja's intimate zone and straightened her upper body.
Just as she let her hair fall into her neck Katja woke up. Within milliseconds she caught sight of her wonderfully styled and breathtakingly scented girlfriend and she realized that today she would be led into the day in an unprecedented and beautiful way. Unconsciously, she said softly, "Wow, you look wonderful!" To which Isabella only said, "Enjoy it my dear...". Then she opened the cap of the first body lotion and very slowly began to let the greasy and oily mass slide down her blouse from the collar. Katja was so excited by the sight that she started to squirm back and forth under Isabella, and you could clearly hear a gasp from her, which clearly revealed that she was already slowly getting into ecstasy. Isabella loved to feel the effect of her presence, style, and scent on Katja and she savored every second by flirting and playing with Katja in no uncertain terms. The stream of body lotion had now already reached the bed sheet over the skirt and threatened to run dry due to the emptying of the first bottle. Isabella therefore dropped the bottle and immediately grabbed the second body lotion and continued the other side of the blouse. Katja saw how, next to the stream of white lotion, a visible rim appeared on the super-precious fabric of the blouse, indicating, in her opinion, that the oils and fats were independently making their way through the fabric of the blouse. Katja was still breathing through her nose, but it was now visibly difficult for her to cover the oxygen requirements of her body, which was now beginning to sweat, in this way.
When Isabella noticed that the second bottle was almost empty, she dropped the dark blue packaging and gently but firmly took Katja's hands. Slowly she brought them closer and closer to her upper body. Katja now spread her fingers as far apart as possible in anticipation of her hand touching the lotion and fabric. Isabella stopped the movement again briefly to look deeply into her ecstatic friend's anticipatory eyes once more and then suddenly slapped Katja's hands powerfully on her breasts. Katja yelped briefly and somewhat startled, but then immediately began to knead the lotion powerfully and lustfully into the fabric and Isabella's breasts. She was getting closer and closer to the eruption of her lust, while Isabella dropped her head into her neck and started to put pressure on Katja's intimate zone rhythmically with lightly circling powerful movements.
Isabella had a plan and despite the arousal that now came up in her, she implemented it unerringly. When she realized that Katja was now not far from a first orgasm, she tenderly but firmly took her hands off her breasts and placed them tenderly on Katja's belly. Then she leaned back, grabbed the front of the designer piece that had just been sparkling clean and ripped it apart with a loud rattle along the dainty button placket. Katja had paused, watching the spectacle with open mouth and wide eyes. Isabella then removed the torn blouse, revealing her now oily and greasy shimmering brassiere. She then threw the blouse on the floor, kissed Katja tenderly on the forehead and breathed a "good morning" to her. After that she got off the bed, leaving a rather stunned Katja, and got rid of the lotion-stained skirt. At this she said to Katja, who watched her a bit confused and still with a high pulse, that this would certainly be the best day in her life, whereupon Katja replied that the beginning was already extremely promising, and she would be looking forward to the continuation.
Isabella now asked Katja to shower and get ready for a visit to a trendy breakfast restaurant - she surely still had a noble white or bright colored blouse that she could wear here, which she accompanied with a wink. Katja then jumped up, hugged Isabella, whispered in her ear that she loved this scent more than anything and then wiped her greasy hands with Isabella's brassiere, which was now more white than black. She then kissed Isabella on the mouth and thanked her in advance for the day ahead. Two seconds later she had disappeared from the room in the direction of the shower and Isabella had time to put on her makeup and new clothes again.
With the underwear she had just worn, she was sure that with a good detergent for black textiles, they would be like new again. She therefore put them in her laundry basket. Quite against her usual attitude, she also took another look at the sticky blouse made of the delicate fabric. Suddenly, she ran and took out another bottle of body lotion from her makeup cabinet. Then she laid the now buttonless blouse on the bed sheet, which was already sticky with the greasy and oily mass and began rubbing the remaining mass on the fabric into the areas of the blouse that were still clean so far. When the large remaining amount of lotion was used up, she began applying more lotion with the new bottle to the areas that were still dry and clean. When she was done, she took the sticky bit and put it in a plastic bag and then in the laundry basket as well. She had an idea that after washing it this way, there might not be a stain, just a fabric that appeared changed. If she liked the result, she would have buttons sewn back on and perhaps use the blouse again - whether to wear it or to discard it for good, she would then decide.
Isabella then dabbed the remnants of the lotion from her body with a towel and then began to dress again. Recapitulating her plan, she decided on a striped satin blouse with subtle gold and black stripes, which she had once been given in Milan after a shoot for a US label. To this she wore again a black skirt and great black boots with high heels. Her make-up she designed now for public appearances a little more discreet, but still with strong emphasis on her wonderfully plump lips. After that, she sprayed herself again with the fragrance she had already used once today, but here she also stayed within a quantity range that was just acceptable for public appearances.
Just as she finished, Katja came back out of the bathroom. Immediately she showed her enthusiasm for Isabella's boots and the great blouse and asked what she should wear now. Isabella then asked her to wear as bright a white blouse as possible, preferably with a black or dark blue skirt, or whatever else she had available. Katja then unerringly went to one of her countless suitcases and pulled out a shiny white satin blouse with dainty ruffles. As Isabella nodded her approval, she slipped right into the piece. To her amazement, Isabella then made a rather disapproving gesture and Katja asked what was wrong with the piece. Isabella then pointed to the front of the blouse and the sleeves and explained to her that it had probably gotten wrinkles from transport that would now be visible. Katja elicited an indifferent shrug of the shoulders and with the gesture, already often identified as unmistakable, of pulling one side of the button placket of the blouse tightly to the side with one hand, she invited Isabella to tear the blouse apart along the button placket. Isabella, of course, immediately understood, grabbed the second front of the shiny designer blouse and at the same time the girlfriends tore the piece apart.
But this time, not all the buttons flew off, as usual, only the top four buttons and in the middle of the blouse everything remained unchanged. Hastily Katja therefore reached out and immediately pulled quite firmly at her side. Isabella then also pulled firmly on the fabric at the same height, but even several jerky movements did not make the buttons tear themselves away from the noble fabric of the blouse. When Isabella let go in surprise, Katja immediately grabbed both sides of the front and tried again - but again unsuccessfully. Incredulous, she looked at Isabella again, which encouraged her to try again with both hands as well, but only to fail once more as well. Isabella couldn't let that sit on her and she went straight to her huge makeup table and grabbed a reddish-brown lipstick and a pair of scissors. Katja now pulled the blouse taut downwards and Isabella briefly demonstrated her artistic streak while ruining a wonderful white blouse by painting a small crosshair around the remaining buttons with lipstick before she gleefully cut off the button in the middle of the work of art with the scissors. When the last button was also off, Katja signaled her to please cut the cuffs of the sleeves slightly on both sides. When this was done, Isabella put away the scissors and the lipstick and tore the sleeves of the blouse upwards over the entire length. For this Katja thanked her nicely, threw the shreds of the blouse aside and began to search in her suitcases for another and more suitable blouse.
Seconds later, the optimal piece was identified as Katja presented a similar white blouse without ruffles, but with tiny crystals on the black trimmed collar. Isabella was thrilled and as Katja wore the blouse and began to put on makeup and perfume, Isabella was already growing in anticipation of later being allowed to wreak havoc on this gorgeous and sinfully expensive blouse. Minutes later, Katja looked stunning, and shortly thereafter the two women were already on their way by cab to the hottest breakfast spot in town, where the most successful and pretty people in the region met for breakfast.
Completely unashamed in front of the cab driver, who was already completely impressed by the two young women, Isabella then explained the plan to her friend: as Katja could already guess, her white blouse was to get a terrible stain in front of everyone in the breakfast bar. The goal, from Isabella's point of view, was to draw as much sympathy from the other women in the area as possible. Katja was happy about the great idea and especially about the reactions of the surroundings and promised Isabella to do everything to maximize and expand the situation, depending on how it went. Both smiled at each other and shortly thereafter were already in the entrance area of the café and were received by a young woman who had a great resemblance to Sara. Isabella asked for a table in the middle of the room with many people around it and the waitress, whose name tag read "Chiara", really put Isabella and Katja in the middle of the room among countless other young and excellently dressed and styled women and some men. Chiara then took the drink order and Isabella ordered two lattes and two glasses of cherry juice. As Isabella had hoped, she didn't know anyone in the room and she could almost feel herself enjoying the other women checking out exactly what great blouses and shoes they were wearing, how elaborate and expensive their accessories and shoes were and how they had conjured up their makeup. When Chiara brought the drinks, Isabella casually told Katja that they wouldn't matter yet. Katja winked at her, and they both sipped their juices, leaving silky and dark red lip prints on the glasses.
Both then went to the buffet and Isabella feverishly searched for the suitable spot for the great blouse. First, she thought of egg yolk, then briefly of the cherry juice they already had in place, but that did not really inspire her. She looked for something that could be rubbed nicely with a napkin and then found it in the jams: There was homemade blueberry jam. She immediately imagined how the jam dripped onto Katja's chest and then slowly made its way over the gorgeous fabric. She was immediately sure that this was exactly the right thing to do, especially since she considered blueberries to be one of the few fruits whose stains were impossible to remove from satin or silk.
She then took a small serving bowl and filled it to the brim with the dark blue mass interspersed with pieces of fruit. Now she was still thinking about how to make it happen. She remembered a trick she had used once before: she had cut open a roll and then spread it very thickly with butter. On this she had applied cherry jam at that time and already with few degrees of inclination the mass was inclined to slide down.
Subsequently, she loaded her tray with several other things to leave the impression that she really wanted to have breakfast here. No one suspected anything and Katja also took all kinds of things with her, including salmon, egg, and jam. When the two had sat down again Isabella began and intentionally louder than usual, to talk with Katja about shots for a well-known calendar a sports fashion manufacturer. This had the purpose of attracting the attention of the other women. She deliberately built the names of several celebrities into the flow of conversation and with every mention of Clooney, Pitt and other stars, more women kept looking over to her table. Loudly she talked about the shooting in Cannes and about jewelry and celebrities. Here she prepared quite skillfully already the large roll for its destructive use, while Katja acted quite interested and supported with small questions the speech flow of her friend. Inches thick Isabella packed the dark blue mass of blueberries on the sliding surface of butter and just when she had arrived back at the topic of Clooney at your photo shoot, she bit off a tiny piece of the bun and raved with relish how delicious the homemade jam was and that Katja absolutely had to try it.
Katja immediately understood that the moment of ultimate ruination of her white designer blouse, embellished with crystals on the collar, was imminent. She briefly recalled the moment when she had bought the piece in a Los Angeles boutique and then worn it to an American advertising industry ball, where she had kissed Michael Andrews, an extremely successful and handsome man in his mid-forties. Suddenly realizing that all the women in the room now had their eyes on her, she left thoughts of Michael - whom she really found incredibly attractive - and Los Angeles behind and refocused on the situation at hand.
Experienced in these matters, she sensed that a very specific posture was necessary to fully appreciate the devastating effect and reaction. She therefore deliberately did not lean forward, which would have been the easiest thing to do now but moved very close to her friend and then leaned back to give all the spectators in the room the opportunity to see exactly how it was happening. When was she close enough Isabella spoke very loudly the words "... and do you know what fragrance George Clooney is wearing?" Now they enjoyed the full attention of all the women in the room Isabella's heart was beating up to her neck as she held out the much too thickly loaded bun to Katja and slowly tilted it just inches from her thickly painted lips.
It came exactly as Isabella had imagined: In an ever-growing wave, the sticky blue mass slowly slid over the crispy edge of the golden-yellow bun. Almost in slow motion, an ever-larger drop formed on the other side of the supporting baked dough, which first grew and grew, before suddenly losing its grip against gravity and audibly slapping onto the brilliant white fabric of Katja's blouse. Now countless pairs of eyes, wide with horror, followed the gigantic blob of blueberry jam as it slid devastatingly down Katja's shapely chest. Katja had already groaned almost exaggeratedly loudly and now watched with a desperate face as part of the jam now dripped from the breast onto the lower part of the blouse and there also dyed the fabric deep blue.
Katja now distorted her face terribly and looked briefly at the ceiling before she let out a resigned "Oh no!". Up to that point, the room had been acoustically filled with the startled groans of the observers, and here and there utterances such as, "That beautiful blouse!" and "It's probably ruined!" could be heard.
These statements hit Katja like little thorns and she immediately became active to catch more such expressions of pity: Seemingly clumsy and helpless, she intentionally reached with her graceful fingers into the middle of the stain and succeeded splendidly in making it look as if this was a rescue attempt. Isabella now acted again as well, putting the roll aside and pleading with the other women "so somebody help us!" This produced exactly the desired effect, namely that a woman from the neighboring table got up and handed two napkins. Even before the other women could slow her down Isabella began rubbing parts of the stain for the apparent betterment of the situation. She stopped when she felt a woman's strong hand on her forearm, while at the same time well-meaning advice like, "Don't rub!" or "You'll only make things worse!" rang through the room. Chiara, the pretty young waitress, had rushed over and still wanted to prevent the worst. But with a resigned expression, she noted that Isabella had made the stain thinner with the napkins, but also larger, and that it was now even deeper in these areas on the fibers of the blouse, which had just been so wonderful, than before.
Chiara then tried to comfort Katja by explaining that in this café, unfortunately, such incidents happen more often than I would generally believe. With a sad expression on her face, she then added that the blueberry jam had already caused some bad stains here, and the other people affected had then reported to her afterwards that even the best dry cleaner had met its match in the dark blue berries. Chiara therefore suggested that the piece be taken to a dry cleaner immediately so that the stain could be treated before it dried out. In her opinion, this could be the key to success to still save the blouse. Katja and Isabella listened with great interest and just as Chiara had finished her sentence, a rather discreetly made-up, but extremely elegantly dressed in a business look, approached the scene and in turn began to report that about a month ago she had gotten a much smaller blob of the same jam on a new white skirt and that she could therefore very much sympathize with how Katja was probably now feeling. When the woman said this, Katja felt warm and queasy and began to sweat a little. Chiara then asked the woman how she had treated and removed the stain and she then answered with a somewhat lowered look that she and her dry cleaner had not succeeded and that she had already parted with the skirt. To give Katja a little hope, however, she added while the stain was now still fresh and that she might therefore have more luck if she acted immediately. Chiara took this up immediately and offered Katja and Isabella to leave immediately - the next good dry cleaner was only 500ft away and on the way, there was a small boutique where she could surely get a simple blouse for little money. The consumed food and drinks were on the house, she added at the same time, trying to comfort Katja further. Katja continued to play her victim role more than perfectly, thanked her and urged Isabella to leave quickly. Seconds later, the two friends - with their eyes followed by everyone else in the room - rushed through the vestibule towards the street. Chiara called after them that they should come back soon and seconds later Isabella and Katja were already outside and around the next corner.
