LaaGLG Stephanie/With an eager nod you agree and dash down the service corridor next to the hot dog vendor

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"Okay," you say, desperate to avoid Melissa. You have the momentary satisfaction of seeing the pimply teen's jaw drop, but instead of sticking around you rush down the service corridor to evade Melissa.
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"Sure!" you blurt as you see Melissa stand. For a moment you have the satisfaction of seeing the pimply teen's jaw drop, but instead of sticking around you dash down the service corridor toward safety.
Finding the right door is easy since the corridor ends in a T-intersection shortly after the entrance. On the left you see the hot dog store's door, and after a knock it opens almost instantly.
Finding the right door is easy since the corridor ends in a T-intersection shortly after the entrance. On the left you see the hot dog store's door, and after a knock it opens almost instantly.
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"You came!" he says, sounding astonished. You feel just about as astonished as he does. Why didn't you just keep going down the service corridor? You don't need a hot dog that badly. The way the guy's eyes are bugging out as he looks you up and down gives you an idea.
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"You came!" he says, sounding astonished. You feel just about as astonished as he does. Why didn't you just keep going down the service corridor? You don't need a hot dog that badly. Still, in a strange way you find it gratifying to see the guy's eyes bugging at the site of you.
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"I reeeally wanted a big fat sausage," you say with a saucy wink, doing your best to channel your inner Tiffany. It sounds awkward to your ears, but he seems to be buying it. "Will you give me one if I flash you my tits?"
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"I reeeally wanted a big fat sausage," you remind him with a saucy wink, doing your best to channel your inner Tiffany. It sounds awkward to your ears, but he seems to be buying it. "Will you give me one if I flash you my tits?"
The guy's eyes drop down to your chest, and stay there.
The guy's eyes drop down to your chest, and stay there.
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"Like, act like you're my girlfriend for five minutes."
"Like, act like you're my girlfriend for five minutes."
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The idea of making out with the kid in front of you doesn't really appeal. You always wanted your first time to be with some hunk, and this guy is definitely no hunk. Still, it's the kind of thing Tiffany would approve of, and it's not much to ask for a free hot dog.
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The idea of making out with the pimply kid in front of you doesn't really appeal. You always wanted your first time to be with some hunk, and this guy is definitely no hunk. Still, it's the kind of thing Tiffany would approve of, and it's not much to ask for a free hot dog.

Revision as of 03:34, 4 July 2015

"Sure!" you blurt as you see Melissa stand. For a moment you have the satisfaction of seeing the pimply teen's jaw drop, but instead of sticking around you dash down the service corridor toward safety.

Finding the right door is easy since the corridor ends in a T-intersection shortly after the entrance. On the left you see the hot dog store's door, and after a knock it opens almost instantly.

"You came!" he says, sounding astonished. You feel just about as astonished as he does. Why didn't you just keep going down the service corridor? You don't need a hot dog that badly. Still, in a strange way you find it gratifying to see the guy's eyes bugging at the site of you.

"I reeeally wanted a big fat sausage," you remind him with a saucy wink, doing your best to channel your inner Tiffany. It sounds awkward to your ears, but he seems to be buying it. "Will you give me one if I flash you my tits?"

The guy's eyes drop down to your chest, and stay there.

"Well?" you ask, grabbing the top and toying with it.

"Nah," he says at last, stunning you.

"Wh-what?"

"I can already see your tits. And your pussy."

Your eyes dart down to see your sarong has shifted yet again, leaving your bald little pussy on full view.

"I'll give you a fat sausage, alright. You just have to make out with me first."

"Make out...?" you repeat. "Like, kiss?"

"Like, act like you're my girlfriend for five minutes."

The idea of making out with the pimply kid in front of you doesn't really appeal. You always wanted your first time to be with some hunk, and this guy is definitely no hunk. Still, it's the kind of thing Tiffany would approve of, and it's not much to ask for a free hot dog.


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