"Hey, kiddo ... wake up!"
Veronica didn't want to get up; she wanted her mom to give her just a few more minutes to snooze. Yet, her bed didn't feel all that comfortable, her pillow coarse on her cheek as she lay on her stomach. And there was something tickling her shoulder, a soft something that kept prodding her again and again.
"You alive down there? What is this place?"
The little girl opened her eyes, feeling one last prod on her shoulder and then hearing the sound of clothing and leather creaking as someone stood up. She was apparently on the floor of an unfamiliar room, the carpet soft under her cheek. There was a sofa nearby, a plush thing made of dark brown fabric, and a television hanging on the wall just beyond. As Veronica's eyes adjusted to the light, she realized that someone was standing in front of her and she lifted her head to see.
"Were we kidnapped or something?"
Veronica blinked one last time and found a pair of tanned feet strapped in sandals a few inches in front of her nose. The toes were long, painted a light pink, and they flexed and wiggled as their owner glanced about. Smooth ankles gave way to smoother legs that stretched high above before disappearing into a tight pair of jean shorts. The girl swallowed, seeing a trim tummy with a cute navel, just below the hem of a button vest that was stretched across two huge breasts that shaded the teen's face from view.
"Uh, hello?"
"You're alive!"
The girl suddenly squatted down, her toned thighs stretched out to either side of Veronica's head and those large breasts spilled forward, wrapped tight in her top. The smiling face of a beautiful, older teen appeared over them, peering down with excited interest. She had a light spattering of freckles across her cheeks and wide, brown eyes that complimented the smile of her lips. Veronica herself was a very pretty girl, but this teen was stunning. She swallowed again, nervously.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Angie! You have any idea where we are?"
"No, I ... I mean ... I just woke up here."
Angie frowned, looking up with her hands on her knees as she glanced about. The stance made her breasts stick out again, her jeans stretching around her backside.
"It's so weird, I just woke up here a little while ago myself. The place is nice enough, but there doesn't seem to be any way out! No door, no windows, nothing! Do you know how you got here, umm ... what was your name?"
"I'm Veronica. I was just at home listening to music and I guess I fell asleep. I don't know how I ended up here."
The little girl looked down and found she was wearing white shorts and a red t-shirt, sneakers wrapped around her sockless feet. She was about to get up when suddenly...
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