Pole dancer?”
“Nope,” the woman responds, “in my opinion, she was a teasing little whore who was choked-out for not putting-out. Doesn’t appear to be any source though. Especially if you were going commando while dressed like some cheap skank. She’s absolutely soaked!”
“That’s right darling. “Lips appear to be engorged. You attempt to turn your head to the side, but to your surprise nothing happens. He is similarly dressed. Subject has no possessions other than her clothing and a card labeled Happy 20th! with yesterday’s date written on it. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you have plenty of fun before the end.”
You hear the doors of the room clatter open, and a male voice begins to speak. What was she anyways? Age is known to be 20 years old as of yesterday. You awaken to the monotone clanking of metal wheels on a hard floor. Chest is a C-cup.”
So then, this is what death is like? Was that all? You head is propped up on the woman’s lap, allowing for a much better look at your own body. They would do all sorts of things to you. “Honey! A couple seconds latter, your feel a drizzle of liquid begin to escape from your crotch. “No bra either, and she’s definitely a c-cup. Not to mention how tight it is.
