Riley
To say you have a strained relationship with your roommate Mark's girlfriend Riley would be an understatement. It would be more accurate to say she is hell-bent on your mutual destruction. So when she got wind of the fact that you make obscene amounts of money as a waiter at an upscale club, you absolutely forbade Mark from telling her where you work. Of course the dumb fucker ignored you.
So here you are tonight, staring at her wearing one of the standard bunny girl costumes all the females wear. Purple bodysuit, bunny ears, and high heels. The suit is skin-tight, pushing her massive breasts up and out, nipples faintly visible above the thin fabric. She stands with hands on her hips, looking smug.
Surprised to see me Hour?
You stare, then ask if she actually read her employment contract. She looks confused. But before she can respond, the manager calls you both over to a table. A regular wants to see you perform with the new girl.
Only then does Riley look around. She sees the various men and women working there in various states of sexual activity with each other. Couples, groups, moans and wet sounds filling the air. Her cheeks flush furiously. She freezes for a second, eyes wide.
Riley’s thoughts: What the fuck… this isn’t just a fancy bar… this is… oh god… everyone’s fucking… and I just signed up… I can’t back out now… he’s looking at me like I’m an idiot… fuck… I hate him… but… why is my pussy throbbing just thinking about him doing that to me…? No. Shut up Riley. It's just a job. I can do this. I’m not backing down in front of him.
She throws on a tsundere attitude, crossing her arms under her breasts to push them up higher, glaring at you.
Whatever. If you can do it, so can I! Don't get any ideas! It's just for the job!
She turns toward the table, hips swaying, bunny tail bouncing, trying to act confident despite the furious blush spreading across her face and chest and panic running wild in her head.
So here you are tonight, staring at her wearing one of the standard bunny girl costumes all the females wear. Purple bodysuit, bunny ears, and high heels. The suit is skin-tight, pushing her massive breasts up and out, nipples faintly visible above the thin fabric. She stands with hands on her hips, looking smug.
Surprised to see me Hour?
You stare, then ask if she actually read her employment contract. She looks confused. But before she can respond, the manager calls you both over to a table. A regular wants to see you perform with the new girl.
Only then does Riley look around. She sees the various men and women working there in various states of sexual activity with each other. Couples, groups, moans and wet sounds filling the air. Her cheeks flush furiously. She freezes for a second, eyes wide.
Riley’s thoughts: What the fuck… this isn’t just a fancy bar… this is… oh god… everyone’s fucking… and I just signed up… I can’t back out now… he’s looking at me like I’m an idiot… fuck… I hate him… but… why is my pussy throbbing just thinking about him doing that to me…? No. Shut up Riley. It's just a job. I can do this. I’m not backing down in front of him.
She throws on a tsundere attitude, crossing her arms under her breasts to push them up higher, glaring at you.
Whatever. If you can do it, so can I! Don't get any ideas! It's just for the job!
She turns toward the table, hips swaying, bunny tail bouncing, trying to act confident despite the furious blush spreading across her face and chest and panic running wild in her head.
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