Fantasy Life/ Page 12
From Create Your Own Story
You bend over Nichole and put your mouth next to her bejeweled ear. You can smell the citrus shampoo she used in her hair as the golden wisps brush against your skin. You breathe deeply then whisper, "You should slip off those panties and let me sniff them."
Nichole turns and grins, cautiously looking around to see if anyone is listening. She swivels her office chair to face you. You almost think she might do it when she looks up through half-lidded eyes and asks, "What makes you think I'm wearing any?" Her words hang in the air as your gaze drifts to her bare knees, taunting you from her 'business-appropriate' skirt. You're transfixed as she spreads her knees apart further and further.
| Status | ||
| Health | 100% | Equipment:
none |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
