Hours after you've been kidnapped, shrunk down and sold to the adult entertainment industry, you wake up in a dark little box with your head spinning. You feel like you've been drugged.
Not only are you totally naked, but you're able to ascertain by running your hands over your body that areas of your skin have been waxed, buffed, your hair has been trimmed and your chin has been clean shaven. What kind of kidnappers would go to such lengths to make their victim clena and presentable?
That's whan the box opens, and the face of a giant woman appears over you. "What a little cutie!" The sensual blond squeaks as her manicured hand dives in and pulls you out. You only have a moment to survey the place you're in, but you notice a huge dressing room mirror lined with bright lights, and racks of scanty bikinis and feathers all around the room.
The woman, whose milky white breasts are ready to fall out of her bejewelled little top, has luxurious curly blond hair and cheeks blushed with rouge. You can hear loud music pumping on the other side of the dressing room door. The buxom stripper's glossy red nails scratch thoughtlessly at your exposed little dick as she shakes her curls in the mirror, ready to be called onstage.
"Some of the accessories they give us to dance with are real ugly," She explains as she squirts a pink bottle of perfume onto her bouncy cleavage. "But you're real cute, The crowd'll love seeing me play with you.."
There's no time to ask questions as the amazon blonde gets up and struts toward the door, her stilettos clicking on the ground. Seconds before she walks out onto the stage, she fastens you in place, just where her horny audience will watch her playing with you..
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