Female/Female

If nothing else, Aggie was considerate of her friends' concerns. After they staged an intervention regarding how she remained at home getting high with alarming frequency, she promised to change her ways. She would no longer sit around by herself doing drugs and, indeed, would no longer do them unless someone offered her some first. This "social user" behavior, she explained, would completely eliminate the problem.

She saw her from across the club. Red hair, a shot glass in hand. There was a wild look in her eyes, but what stood out the most was her bust. Sally didn’t know how, but this lady had a bust size triple the size of her head. And she didn’t even look weighed down, she was walking and chatting like it was nothing. Her tits just swung around like it was nothing, it was like they were weightless. Before Sally could think deeply about it, the redhead caught her gaze. She smiled and raised a crooked finger, beckoning Sally over.

Wayne had been in some odd situations in his lifetime, that much was certain. Being inflated like a balloon, carried home like a cheap toy, tied down to a balcony railing and left to float in the breeze, however, certainly took the cake in his opinion. Even now the sensations of both the air swirling around inside him and the pressure it brought as well as the feeling of every cold winter breeze magnified against his taut, sensitive skin still felt indescribably alien to him.

Twenty bucks an hour, let me tell you, that sort of pay is a miracle in today’s entry level job market. Probably because the people running this business think it’s necessary to justify what the job entails. I think that’s hilarious, I would have done this for free.