This choice: ...a young, fit college girl in shorts and flip flops. • Go Back...Chapter #3...a young, fit college girl in shorts and flip... by: Saracen1187   "Ahhh, maybe this lovely young lady would like to assist me" Mortie said, drawing everyone's attention to the 21-year old college girl near the front of the stage. Her dirty, permed blond hair hung past her shoulders and she wore a plain looking red top that showed her naval, as well as a pair of denim shorts and white flip flops that accentuated her recently pedicured toenails.
"What's your name young Miss?" Mortie inquired politely, as he gestured towards her.
"Hmm, Kristen!" the girl replied nervously, as she looked around and vainly tried to sink into her seat to distract some attention.
Mortie smiled and admired the girl's appearance, in particularly her perky C-Cup breasts that looked somewhat stifled by her tight-fitting red top, she apparently liked to draw attention to her chest. The girl then straightened her designer glasses, that happened to give her a somewhat bookish appearance.
"Kristen! What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, please...step this way and assist me if you will" Mortie said in a clear distinct voice.
"Hey, stop chatting up young girls you lecherous old creep" Tyler suddenly bellowed, sending the audience into renewed hysterics. Mortie just rolled his eyes and ignored Tyler's comment, simply because he knew that he was going to be the one laughing soon enough...and at Tyler's expense.
"Um...I'd rather not..." Kristen began saying, before being interrupted.
The girl sat next to Kristen, her best friend Jessica, gently nudged her friend and whispered something into her ear, causing Kirsten to eventually get to her feet. Standing just 5'3" tall, Kristen looked around again apprehensively before stepping up onto the stage.
"Please young lady, if you will be so kind as to climb into the other box" Mortie smiled at the girl as he led her across the stage by the hand.
"Hey let me get a look at her, I can't see shit!" Tyler suddenly exclaimed, as he tried getting a glimpse of the new volunteer from his horizontal position.
"You'll be seeing her soon enough young man, now please...shut your cakehole" Mortie replied bluntly, causing the audience to burst into laughter again.
"Old git!" Tyler mumbled to himself in anger, referring to Mortie.
Once Kristen had climbed into the box, Mortie closed the lid and inserted the panels as he had done with the other box. Kristen frowned when she too felt a strange tingling sensation, and after Mortie had done some re-adjusting to the panels in Tyler's box...he turned back to face the audience.
With a smile, Mortie then...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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