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Second c ontinuation 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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Three Messy Girlfriends in Frankfurt 3
A Wet and Messy Coming of Age Novel - Part 3
This book was originally written by me in German and subsequently translated into English. I apologize for any linguistic errors and inadequacies. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichUNIFORM BLOUSES ON NEW PATHS
Isabella had noticed over the years in the business that many former models had joined a wide variety of airlines after their first career, often at preferential conditions as flight attendants. Through their careers in the fashion and advertising world, they had previously been able to build up intercultural and linguistic foundations that were very helpful for looking after international guests. In addition, the principle of "sex sells" still applies very strongly in aviation, and what could be better for their own company from the recruiters' point of view than beautiful and still quite young women with experience in the model business?
One day in the fall, when Isabella was on the phone with her friend Erika, who had also moved from the world of fashion and advertising to a Slovakian airline a few years ago, she told her that her airline was currently issuing completely new uniforms. Instead of the completely turquoise blouses that had been used in the past, slightly different tops were now being used, which would supposedly give the flight attendants an even more refined look. These would have black pinstripes on the collar and cuffs and black buttons, while the previous blouses also had turquoise buttons. Moreover, the same had happened with the white skirts and blazers: These were also now new and instead of the turquoise pocket squares and ties, these were now purple and turquoise.
Of course, Isabella then asked what would happen to the old clothes and Erika told her that after receiving the new clothes, all employees should throw the old uniforms into large aluminum boxes in the crew quarters and from there they would be safely disposed of. Immediately afterward, she mentioned that this was a great pity since many of the items were hardly worn or even new. She herself had received five new blouses just three or four weeks ago, and when she handed them out, she saw that there were still hundreds of new and unworn items on the shelves.
Isabella was, for well-known reasons, very interested in the process behind the exchange and Erika assured her that no one would control who threw what into the boxes provided. Obligated, she said, but who would control it? She assumed that most of the colleagues would probably hand in all the parts. Isabella was now in the most interested mode and wondered how she could get her hands on the things. Erika promised to find out who collected the items and what exactly happened to them.
From then on, Isabella was preoccupied with the thought day and night and - what luck for Isabella - only two days later Erika called again and said that a textile company from Slovenia would regularly pick up the things and shred them afterwards. The airline paid a fee for the pickup and in return the company guaranteed her that everything would be safely torn into small shreds and thus safely destroyed. Just as Isabella was about to express her regret about this, Erika told her that she had already collected almost everything from her friends in the company and herself. She had now already collected about 60 blouses and 20 skirts and blazers, plus pocket squares and neck scarves. If Isabella would promise her that the things would never show up anywhere again, she could send her everything folded up in one or two boxes. Isabella replied to this that she wanted to give the blouses all the same or a similar fate as when she had kneaded two glasses of strawberry jam into her breasts in the noble white LV blouse in the hotel in Paris. Erika then laughed loud and long and out of the laughter she then said that she could also bring the things personally, sort of for old times' sake. Isabella was delighted and invited you warmly. She would never regret coming, although of course 60 blouses for a weekend could quickly be too little. Thereupon both laughed again extensively, and Erika made then the suggestion that she would try to get more uniforms and above all more blouses and to bring her friend Elvira. She said that Elvira had already had her first experience of wearing beautiful clothes in a slightly different way, that she had the largest active perfume collection she had ever come across and that she was very pretty. Isabella was beside herself with joy and suggested the weekend after next as a date, which Erika confirmed.
During the following week, when Isabella had two princely paid bookings, Erika got in touch and said there was a surprise. In two days, that is, on the Friday before the meeting, a courier would come and bring the things in advance. She would then come, as agreed, the following Friday around 6pm with Elvira by plane and cab, ready for a crazy weekend.
Isabella thought all the time about the upcoming visit and planned for said Saturday already an airline party with all friends and acquaintances who loved the ruining of noble clothes. Friday, on the other hand, she wanted to spend with Erika and Elvira, already leaving nothing out. Therefore, she bought big, of course, plenty of strawberry jam and made the first loose preparations in cosmetics and other sticky sweet foods, such as pudding, Italian cream (panna) and cream cakes. Again and again throughout the day she figuratively recalled the red jam in the delicate fabric over Erika's firm breasts, the scent Erika wore, even details like the bedding and the design of the opulent hotel room. She couldn't get it out of her head and was caught up in her mode, captivated by the images in her mind and the urge to relive just such moments.
On Friday, exactly one week before the planned meeting, the doorbell suddenly rang at 11 a.m. and to Isabella's surprise, two gentlemen from a shipping company she didn't know were standing in front of the door, each pushing a mobile laundry pole in front of them on which countless very valuable-looking clothes were hanging, all wrapped in transparent foil. Isabella knew these stands from fashion shows and the colored markings on the hangers looked familiar to her, as they indicated which model should wear these dresses. 4 racks brought the men and then 13 medium sized moving boxes. Isabella was quite frightened because of the mass and thought in the meantime of a mistake.... but also very excited...
After the work was done, the young men held freight papers under her nose for her to sign. A hasty glance over the many pages told her that the freight - or at least the transport company - came from Ljubljana in Slovenia, which explained the connection with Erika, but by no means the sheer quantity. She signed off and the guys were gone as quickly as they had arrived.
After a second of orientation, Isabella began to push the huge laundry racks, one by one, into her bedroom. They were clearly things from a fashion show and white was clearly the dominant color. The unmistakable smell of hastily replenished deodorant and perfume confirmed for Isabella her fashion show theory, since she herself knew only too well what was normal behind the scenes of events with catwalks for incredible hustle and bustle and every girl hoped for herself, with a tail of perfume they dragged behind them perhaps a star or an important buyer to draw attention. This could then of course also smell on all the clothes and just as there always, it smelled now here in her huge room.
Without really looking closely at what the clothes on the rack were about, she then carried one of the boxes after another into her bedroom. While most were very similar in weight and handling, not light but easy for Isabella to carry, two boxes were much heavier than the others. One Isabella just managed to lift, while she had to drag the second across the floor to transport it to her bedroom. Finally, this was done, Isabella thought, and before she could finally start looking into one of the boxes, or looking at the stands in more detail, her cell phone rang. Erika was on the line and at the same time asked if the delivery had arrived yet - she had received a WhatsApp from the shipping company that everything had gone well. When Isabella answered in the affirmative, Erika explained the background.
Erika had made an agreement with the company contracted by her airline. The company specialized in the safe destruction of production surpluses and unsaleable remnants of noble collections and retailers. They guaranteed their clients that no part would appear on the secondary market. Using all her charm, she had managed to credibly assure the managing director that this would also be the case if she were to get some of the goods.
Isabella asked Erika how anyone could think of risking his business just because a young pretty girl guaranteed him that the things would disappear safely even with her. Erika hesitated for a second and then replied that this was possible if the manager thought that he was now with the young pretty girl. Isabella then started laughing loudly, which also made Erika laugh. "Hard sex makes men soft," Erika summed up and they both continued to laugh.
So, when this was intelligibly clarified, Erika began to explain what the merchandise was. She explained that the four racks of clothes came from the Milan Fashion Week last week, where a well-known Italian fashion house had presented a show. The dresses had then been used again for a shoot in the open air and in a Roman ruin. Now they should go away, because they were partly handmade and adapted to the measurements of certain models. Moreover, they were already worn and therefore not for sale. Isabella was most pleased and during the conversation she let her eyes wander over the racks, where she discovered many very fine pieces, including white trouser suits and blouses, many pieces made of silk, satin, and fine mixed fabrics. She therefore gave Erika the joyful feedback that these things were wonderful and that they would certainly be enormously enjoyable to wear. Moreover, she was glad that Erika had promised "her new friend" that the things would be in safe hands. Together, they would certainly manage this, and he would not have to worry.
Erika then immediately came to the moving boxes. In the boxes, she said, were of course the uniforms of her airline. An employee of her new boyfriend had spent half a day sorting out the best and newest pieces and putting them in the boxes. Many of the blouses, as well as quite a few of the blazer and skirt combinations, were still brand new and unworn, she said. In each box in which only blouses were, were, so at least the info of her friend, always exactly 120 assembled blouses. Each colleague had about 10-20 blouses in use. With about 400 flight attendants in the company, this would theoretically add up to a total of 5,000-6,000 pieces. Before Erika intervened, about 1,500 blouses had already been shredded indiscriminately. She had now received five full boxes and the employee had sorted out about the same quantity, i.e., about 600, because they were no longer the newest, or because here and there a stain or damage was visible. As a special highlight, there were also some complete pilot uniforms in the boxes, including two or three for women.
The disposal company expected about 2,000-3,000 more blouses to be returned. Then she mentioned that about 80 of the blouses were still wrapped in foil because they had never been issued to flight attendants. On the box they were in, she had made a big cross with a thick black pen. Next to it, she said, were two boxes completely full of the best blazers and two more with the best skirts.
Isabella was just extremely excited and looking forward to the weekend. It was going to be outstanding, she said. Then after a small moment's pause, she asked what was in the other two boxes. She said that they were so heavy in relation to the other things and were also bigger. Erika replied to this that they were something special. Sometimes large fashion labels or designers would try for a certain time to bring together remaining stocks of certain products in individual stores or in an outlet, to sell them there. Here, too, it is not uncommon for residual stocks to remain. Selling them profitably would then be so costly that it would simply no longer be worthwhile. Therefore, at a certain point, one would always decide to destroy the goods rather than to make another attempt to sell them. The two boxes would therefore contain products from an American fashion label that were left over from the summer collection of two years ago. The boxes would be packed very tightly and there would be all sorts of things in them, from shorts, to skirts, to simple summer shirts, to blouses, to underwear, to blazers. All new and unworn and with the price tags still on them. The boxes arrived at her friend's company like this, she said. There were about 20 more boxes of this type and she quickly picked out two that she felt might be the most appropriate and best contents. She would have liked to send more boxes of these to Frankfurt, but the freight forwarder was already unwilling to take more at the agreed price due to lack of space.
While Erika had made this explanation, Isabella had opened the first box in parallel. It was indeed full to bursting and the things had obviously been stuffed into the box forcefully and without consideration. The first thing she saw were completely wrinkled and sleeveless summer tops made of satin, in the colors light green, light blue, erica, dark green and bright red. Underneath, white cotton summer shorts appeared, and next to them very modern T-shirts and polo shirts in large sizes and different colors. When she lifted them out of the box, countless blouses appeared. They all bore the label of the fashion house on the chest were quite wrinkled and should be brought according to the price tag at the reduced price of 69 € to the woman. Allegedly, the original price was 149 €. There were both long-sleeved blouses and short-sleeved blouses, many in large sizes and in somewhat fancier colors. Obviously, there were also extremely small blouses, so size 30, such as Sara could wear. She didn't get any further at first, because she then concentrated more on the telephone conversation again.
Erika asked quite bluntly, as was her way, what Elvira and she should bring with them, and quite specifically, whether there were products such as cosmetics, or fragrances of Russian designers, or any things that could make great and preferably final stains, which she should bring from Slovakia or neighboring Hungary, for example, from brands such as Oriflame, which were difficult to get in Frankfurt. Isabella hesitated for a second, not least because, as a native of Italy, she had less idea about the brands than Suzanna and Lenka, who, like Erika and Elvira, had grown up in Slovakia. Erika sensed this and at the same time said that she and Elvira would already pick out the right things. She herself, for example, had already lost a blouse that was brand new at the time, because even her favorite dry cleaner had not been able to get a red wine stain out of the fine satin that had developed on the plane. Of course, she then wore the blouse again as "protection "over another white blouse during an enjoyable evening alone and still had some fun with it, but dark Chilean red wine was an effective way to put a definitive end to blouses. Besides that, she suggested that Elvira, as a fragrance fetishist, should get some big bottles of erotic scents, which were not so well known outside Russia, but could steal one's mind.
Isabella played a few seconds of mental cinema, and her blood began to boil at the thought of the red wine stain and the upcoming experiences with Erika and Elvira. Erika then said goodbye and did not forget to mention how happy she was and that she had the ruined LV blouse hanging in the closet since the last meeting, as a reminder of wonderful hours and in the hope of being able to come by Isabella again and enjoy unforgettable moments with her again. Isabella thanked her again and guaranteed her that something great was in store. In addition, she asked that Erika bring the smeared LV blouse and Erika replied to this that she could rely on it. It had never been washed and was waiting to be worn one last time.
Now Isabella stood there, confronted with these incredible amounts of clothes, which at the same time meant almost unimaginable possibilities, but also a great responsibility towards Erika. Isabella had to make sure that the things would really be disposed of safely in the end. Safe, she was very aware, also meant unrecognizable and inconspicuous in this context. How was she going to "use up" this amount of clothes in a timely manner, where could they be stored temporarily? No matter what scenarios she imagined, more than a fraction of ten or twenty percent, at best a few blouses more, could not possibly be ruined by her, Lenka, Suzanna, Erika, and Elvira on the coming weekend. After all, it was not supposed to be a mindless action. The playful element was essential for her.
She thought about it briefly and with great effort, and then had an initial idea: the masses would probably have to be met with masses: in addition to Sara, Lenka and Suzanna - whom she always had on the bill - she could also invite the girls who had taken part in the wonderful shopping queen game at the time and had lost their blouses. She remembered the great scents of the girls and the great feelings that had arisen when the elaborately rescued favorite blouse was finally ruined. In any case, there was still the question of whether all betting agreements had now been honored, since Isabella had simply given Sara 3,000€ in the end, from which the young lady was to buy new blouses. Wasn't she the daughter of the founder and owner of a large cosmetics manufacturer? She had to call her.
Just a few minutes later, Sara was in the loop and had given her the girls' number, mentioning right away that one of the young ladies was no longer interested. Isabella remembered and didn't call her at all either.
The conversation with Eva, whom she found so wonderful back then, went more than dreamlike from Isabella's point of view. She told her that she had lost weight and after the experience with Isabella, Sara, and the others, she had secretly ruined almost all her old wardrobe and replaced it with new pieces. She had managed the destruction partly alone and partly with a friend, who had introduced her to the subject via body lotion, baby oil and lipstick. Her name was Mareike, and she was certainly overjoyed to be allowed to be with real professionals. In addition, she was as a picture, incredibly sweet and had huge breasts and gorgeous, always shimmering and fragrantly soft skin. However, it was important, even for her, that no photos were taken, because her father was currently installing her in the company, and she had to be more careful than before. Mareike's father, she said, was a former professional soccer player, and he still couldn't use any bad press today, since he did a lot of advertising and representation for large and well-known companies.
Isabella of course assured the highest discretion and was really looking forward to meeting the two of them. Eva promised to bring a small selection of products and she insisted, even if Isabella intervened because of the vast amount of clothes, to wear something special, which meant a lot to her. To Isabella's astonishment, she wished that Mareike and she would be attacked relentlessly and ruinously the very first time they came in. This she would keep secret from Mareike, and she wanted to set a new stimulus point for her that way. Isabella was delighted and joyfully invited the two of them for Saturday 6pm. Unfortunately, neither the other player from that time nor Katja, who was probably somewhere in the world earning money, reached her afterwards.
Isabella continued to be overwhelmed by the possibilities and the prospects of sensational moments. Never had she had such incredible opportunities. Never so much high-quality material, never so many comrades-in-arms. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head, always new ideas, always different variations. How should she attack Eva and Mareike at the door? What should she do with the crumpled clothes in the boxes? They couldn't be worn as they were. What should she start with? After all, she'd taken another job this week, a shoot for a new face cream. So, there wasn't really time to wash every single piece.
Suddenly she had an idea for this, too: After her former cleaning lady had finally been unwilling to clean up the aftermath of some dirty orgies a few weeks ago, she had found a lovely new cleaning lady in young Magda from Poland, who didn't ask any questions. She obviously needed the money and every hour counted. She could perhaps put the two boxes in the large bathroom for her. There she could sort, remove price tags, wash, dry, fold, in other words: prepare everything for the weekend.
A quick call later and Magda was already on her way. Isabella quickly checked that there was enough mild detergent and fabric softener in the bathroom and took the boxes there. Just as Isabella had chosen three obviously freshly washed uniform blouses for a first little personal test, the doorbell rang. When Isabella opened the door, Magda was standing in front of her, loaded with bottles of Isabella's favorite mild detergent, plenty of stain remover and fabric softener. Isabella kissed her on the cheek and immediately showed her what it was all about. Magda thought it was a great task and got a pair of scissors to remove the price tags and immediately started sorting.
