You see that the person coming up was Lascivite Jedore, a French succubus who has started working here a week ago. People on the beach knew her for two things. The first was that she was rather cold and didn't bother to learn names. The other thing was that she had Lactose Overload Syndrome, whic made her breasts gargantuan and filled with milk she could never lactate.
"Hey, Tiny." Lascivite called to you. Since she didn't bother with names, she nicknamed everyone. Your nickname was "Tiny".
"Hey, Lascivite." You say when she gets to you. "What's going-"
"Can it." She interrupts. "I need you for something."
"What?" You ask.
"There's a meeting that's going on for women with Lactose Overload Syndrome, like me. It's at a hotel a few towns away. Boss lady gave me a few days off to visit. But, I've never been to one before, so I want to bring someone with me. And that someone is you." She explained.
"That's nice of Fran, but why me?" You wonder. There were many people on the beach. Why single out you?
"Cause you're small enough to carry." She said.
"Oh." You were a little hurt by that. "I'm not sure. I'm needed here at the beach."
"You don't have a choice, Tiny. I already cleared it with Boss lady. You're coming with me, like it or not." She explained curtly.
You're face fell. The choice was already made for you. "Fine. When do we leave?" You ask.
"After work. So start packing." She tells you, then leaves.
You just stood there, wondering what was going to happen.
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Let's jump ahead a bit. But to where?
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