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Our heroine, let's call her Angela, arrives to the Big City on her eighteenth birthday, hoping to make it as a model. There's four tracks: her housing situation, her day job as a secretary, her photoshoots at the agency, and her love life. Plus random events throughout the city. | Our heroine, let's call her Angela, arrives to the Big City on her eighteenth birthday, hoping to make it as a model. There's four tracks: her housing situation, her day job as a secretary, her photoshoots at the agency, and her love life. Plus random events throughout the city. | ||
| - | Angela is a very petite latina (4' 6") with wide hips and heavy EEE breasts with areolas larger than saucers and perky nipples that are unusually wide (half an inch wide and a full inch long) and very erogenous. She is very conscious about having bigger breasts than most women, but is thankful she's relatively short, so she hasn't experienced the back pain she's heard is common with large-breasted women. Even though hers are youthful and perky, they still rest below her navel. What she isn't aware of, is how she has an usually accommodating vagina. Her mons pubis sits right below her navel, and she has no perineum to speak of, so her gash reaches 8 inches, from just below her navel all the way to her anus. Her dark outer labia are small and open while her pink almost red inner labia are very long and | + | Angela is a very petite latina (4' 6") with wide hips and heavy EEE breasts with areolas larger than saucers and perky nipples that are unusually wide (half an inch wide and a full inch long) and very erogenous. She is very conscious about having bigger breasts than most women, but is thankful she's relatively short, so she hasn't experienced the back pain she's heard is common with large-breasted women. Even though hers are youthful and perky, they still rest below her navel. What she isn't aware of, is how she has an usually accommodating vagina. Her mons pubis sits right below her navel, and she has no perineum to speak of, so her gash reaches 8 inches, from just below her navel all the way to her anus. Her dark outer labia are small and open while her pink almost red inner labia are very long and unfolds like a flower when aroused. Luckily she did read an article explaining how all women are different, and because of her pronounced breasts, she's never been body-shamed because of her genitals. Since she plans to model even in her underwear she keeps herself completely shaved. |
When she arrives she has nothing except the clothes on her back and a name: Cousin Johnny. He runs a shady import/export firm and has promised her a dead-end job as a secretary, though he resents her even before they meet because Angela's father forced him. Cousin Johnny also had to find an apartment for her, so he put her up in an old derelict brownstone, managed by Brown, the fat and gross Super. Finally, on the bus she sees a leaflet for underwear models at Fuckable. She doesn't approve of the name, of course, but the modelling pictures seemed professional enough, showing various casualwear and eveningwear in good lighting. Sure there were the occasional goofy picture that must have been included to lighten up the mood. In one picture someone pretends to steal a girl's bra, leaving her laughing while making a poor job of protecting her decency - her hands were just too small to cover her breasts! Another has the same girl wearing an unbuttoned man's shirt and knickers only, where a hand is pulling the knickers away as she's putting her bum out. In the next picture they're dangerously stretched, and then it almost looks as if the hand rips them clean off, but since she's laughing and the point is to sell undergarments she must have stepped out of them. It's all done in good taste since we only see her bum from the side, though there must have been an editing mistake since her left tit is out the entire time. Maybe there's even a dozen crotch pictures Angela would consider borderline indecent since the panties were either too sheer or too small for the model to spread her legs that far. | When she arrives she has nothing except the clothes on her back and a name: Cousin Johnny. He runs a shady import/export firm and has promised her a dead-end job as a secretary, though he resents her even before they meet because Angela's father forced him. Cousin Johnny also had to find an apartment for her, so he put her up in an old derelict brownstone, managed by Brown, the fat and gross Super. Finally, on the bus she sees a leaflet for underwear models at Fuckable. She doesn't approve of the name, of course, but the modelling pictures seemed professional enough, showing various casualwear and eveningwear in good lighting. Sure there were the occasional goofy picture that must have been included to lighten up the mood. In one picture someone pretends to steal a girl's bra, leaving her laughing while making a poor job of protecting her decency - her hands were just too small to cover her breasts! Another has the same girl wearing an unbuttoned man's shirt and knickers only, where a hand is pulling the knickers away as she's putting her bum out. In the next picture they're dangerously stretched, and then it almost looks as if the hand rips them clean off, but since she's laughing and the point is to sell undergarments she must have stepped out of them. It's all done in good taste since we only see her bum from the side, though there must have been an editing mistake since her left tit is out the entire time. Maybe there's even a dozen crotch pictures Angela would consider borderline indecent since the panties were either too sheer or too small for the model to spread her legs that far. | ||
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Her room is grimy as fuck, grease almost oozing from the walls. The previous tenant really wrecked the bathroom, shit splattered high on the walls, and no working plumbing. There's cockroaches, flies and bugs everywhere; hopefully the old warped toilet door stays shut. Though Brown has invited her to use his toilet, the super is so fat and gross she considers finding an empty apartment or even asking the other tenants first. Everybody uses communal shower stalls; this was apparently once a bachelor hotel. | Her room is grimy as fuck, grease almost oozing from the walls. The previous tenant really wrecked the bathroom, shit splattered high on the walls, and no working plumbing. There's cockroaches, flies and bugs everywhere; hopefully the old warped toilet door stays shut. Though Brown has invited her to use his toilet, the super is so fat and gross she considers finding an empty apartment or even asking the other tenants first. Everybody uses communal shower stalls; this was apparently once a bachelor hotel. | ||
| - | There are four other tenants in the otherwise empty building, except for transients or other unwanted squatters. | + | There are four other tenants in the otherwise empty building, except for transients like Toothless Joe or other unwanted squatters like that painter Andy who slightly scares Angela. |
* Josh. A typical wastrel who likes to party and have sex. His "friends" are selfish rich assholes who like to just take what they want, and they only hang out with Josh because he provides the weed and the place. | * Josh. A typical wastrel who likes to party and have sex. His "friends" are selfish rich assholes who like to just take what they want, and they only hang out with Josh because he provides the weed and the place. | ||
* The Capelli gang - three hard men who lay low drinking and watching tv between contract killings | * The Capelli gang - three hard men who lay low drinking and watching tv between contract killings | ||
* James Bates - a dominant man who sets his sight on Angela | * James Bates - a dominant man who sets his sight on Angela | ||
| - | * Mr Dayton and his idiot sons. Gerald is a retired lecher. His boys are grown men - George is retarded and can't understand | + | * Mr Dayton and his idiot sons. Gerald is a retired lecher. His boys are grown men - George is retarded and can't understand right from wrong, only what feels good and what does not. Garret is a sadist and just fakes being mentally challenged, and he's also Gerard's favorite little boy. |
=== The Day Job === | === The Day Job === | ||
| + | Nobody seems to know exactly what business the place is in, but since the job pays for everyday expenses (if only just) and provides with free lodgings in an otherwise hysterically expensive city, Angela knows better than to ask too many questions. | ||
| + | There's cousin Johnny, his leering crony Anton, four male employees and one female. | ||
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| + | Anton is a tall stupidly smiling yokel that always tries to look up her skirt; hopefully he's harmless. Beckson and Davidson are gruff big middle-aged men that openly voice how women are only good for two things, one in the bedroom and both in the kitchen. Har har! Patrick however is a handsome man in his forties that is actually nice to her. And there's Candice, an older fake blonde twice Angela's age. She's reasonably nice but can't shut up about the men she sleeps with. | ||
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| + | Then there's various visitors, including Postman the mailman. He's a real sweaty pig of a man and Angela hates how everybody thinks getting the mail is so important that they let him get away with everything. | ||
=== The Model Agency === | === The Model Agency === | ||
| + | The owner is Mr Latrell Johnson. | ||
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| + | He has four men working for him, apparently as photographers and editors. Leroy, Darell, James (again) and a man only known as "Horse". They are actually all black men, whose tall muscular frames tower absurdly over Angela. Mr Johnson must be in his sixties, while the four others are maybe thirty to forty years old. | ||
| + | Mr Johnson is all business, except he has a disarming smile. Leroy and Darell are hard men; almost like ex-convicts. But James and Horse seems not only nice, but openly friendly. Horse is a mountain of a man and a bit simple, but James is very attractive. | ||
=== Boyfriends === | === Boyfriends === | ||
| + | Potential ones, at least. | ||
| + | * James in apartment 2B - let's call him Mr Bates - assuming he's less cold than he appears | ||
| + | * Patrick at work, though he is older | ||
| + | * James at the model agency. Horse seems nice too, but he's not boyfriend material, is he? | ||
| + | * Jake, the lanky young but chatty bus driver she befriended during the long drive here. Okay, so he kept bringing back the subject to her large breasts, but that's nothing new. | ||
| + | * Diego, the annoying brat that boarded the bus before the last night leg. He wouldn't keep his hands off her, or stop taking pictures, but at least he made her laugh. Luckily he forcibly wrote his number on her ass cheek! | ||
| + | * Mr Stevens, who noticed that perv Mike something cutting her underwear to steal it while she slept. She woke up with her tits on full display! Mr Stevens sure ogled her, but he was graciousness personified. Not only did he give her his coat to use instead of her shredded dress, he even gave her five hundred dollars for new underwear. So she agreed to not call the cops and persuaded him to give her an address so she could return the luxurious coat. Mr Stevens seemed like such a gentleman! | ||
=== Random Events === | === Random Events === | ||
Current revision as of 15:57, 19 January 2022
This is an outline of an interactive game or CYOA with its roots in the deliciously nasty writings of Stormbringer and Arthur Saxon. In particular, Storm's story Fresh from the Bus.
Our heroine, let's call her Angela, arrives to the Big City on her eighteenth birthday, hoping to make it as a model. There's four tracks: her housing situation, her day job as a secretary, her photoshoots at the agency, and her love life. Plus random events throughout the city.
Angela is a very petite latina (4' 6") with wide hips and heavy EEE breasts with areolas larger than saucers and perky nipples that are unusually wide (half an inch wide and a full inch long) and very erogenous. She is very conscious about having bigger breasts than most women, but is thankful she's relatively short, so she hasn't experienced the back pain she's heard is common with large-breasted women. Even though hers are youthful and perky, they still rest below her navel. What she isn't aware of, is how she has an usually accommodating vagina. Her mons pubis sits right below her navel, and she has no perineum to speak of, so her gash reaches 8 inches, from just below her navel all the way to her anus. Her dark outer labia are small and open while her pink almost red inner labia are very long and unfolds like a flower when aroused. Luckily she did read an article explaining how all women are different, and because of her pronounced breasts, she's never been body-shamed because of her genitals. Since she plans to model even in her underwear she keeps herself completely shaved.
When she arrives she has nothing except the clothes on her back and a name: Cousin Johnny. He runs a shady import/export firm and has promised her a dead-end job as a secretary, though he resents her even before they meet because Angela's father forced him. Cousin Johnny also had to find an apartment for her, so he put her up in an old derelict brownstone, managed by Brown, the fat and gross Super. Finally, on the bus she sees a leaflet for underwear models at Fuckable. She doesn't approve of the name, of course, but the modelling pictures seemed professional enough, showing various casualwear and eveningwear in good lighting. Sure there were the occasional goofy picture that must have been included to lighten up the mood. In one picture someone pretends to steal a girl's bra, leaving her laughing while making a poor job of protecting her decency - her hands were just too small to cover her breasts! Another has the same girl wearing an unbuttoned man's shirt and knickers only, where a hand is pulling the knickers away as she's putting her bum out. In the next picture they're dangerously stretched, and then it almost looks as if the hand rips them clean off, but since she's laughing and the point is to sell undergarments she must have stepped out of them. It's all done in good taste since we only see her bum from the side, though there must have been an editing mistake since her left tit is out the entire time. Maybe there's even a dozen crotch pictures Angela would consider borderline indecent since the panties were either too sheer or too small for the model to spread her legs that far.
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The Brownstone
Her room is grimy as fuck, grease almost oozing from the walls. The previous tenant really wrecked the bathroom, shit splattered high on the walls, and no working plumbing. There's cockroaches, flies and bugs everywhere; hopefully the old warped toilet door stays shut. Though Brown has invited her to use his toilet, the super is so fat and gross she considers finding an empty apartment or even asking the other tenants first. Everybody uses communal shower stalls; this was apparently once a bachelor hotel.
There are four other tenants in the otherwise empty building, except for transients like Toothless Joe or other unwanted squatters like that painter Andy who slightly scares Angela.
- Josh. A typical wastrel who likes to party and have sex. His "friends" are selfish rich assholes who like to just take what they want, and they only hang out with Josh because he provides the weed and the place.
- The Capelli gang - three hard men who lay low drinking and watching tv between contract killings
- James Bates - a dominant man who sets his sight on Angela
- Mr Dayton and his idiot sons. Gerald is a retired lecher. His boys are grown men - George is retarded and can't understand right from wrong, only what feels good and what does not. Garret is a sadist and just fakes being mentally challenged, and he's also Gerard's favorite little boy.
The Day Job
Nobody seems to know exactly what business the place is in, but since the job pays for everyday expenses (if only just) and provides with free lodgings in an otherwise hysterically expensive city, Angela knows better than to ask too many questions.
There's cousin Johnny, his leering crony Anton, four male employees and one female.
Anton is a tall stupidly smiling yokel that always tries to look up her skirt; hopefully he's harmless. Beckson and Davidson are gruff big middle-aged men that openly voice how women are only good for two things, one in the bedroom and both in the kitchen. Har har! Patrick however is a handsome man in his forties that is actually nice to her. And there's Candice, an older fake blonde twice Angela's age. She's reasonably nice but can't shut up about the men she sleeps with.
Then there's various visitors, including Postman the mailman. He's a real sweaty pig of a man and Angela hates how everybody thinks getting the mail is so important that they let him get away with everything.
The Model Agency
The owner is Mr Latrell Johnson.
He has four men working for him, apparently as photographers and editors. Leroy, Darell, James (again) and a man only known as "Horse". They are actually all black men, whose tall muscular frames tower absurdly over Angela. Mr Johnson must be in his sixties, while the four others are maybe thirty to forty years old.
Mr Johnson is all business, except he has a disarming smile. Leroy and Darell are hard men; almost like ex-convicts. But James and Horse seems not only nice, but openly friendly. Horse is a mountain of a man and a bit simple, but James is very attractive.
Boyfriends
Potential ones, at least.
- James in apartment 2B - let's call him Mr Bates - assuming he's less cold than he appears
- Patrick at work, though he is older
- James at the model agency. Horse seems nice too, but he's not boyfriend material, is he?
- Jake, the lanky young but chatty bus driver she befriended during the long drive here. Okay, so he kept bringing back the subject to her large breasts, but that's nothing new.
- Diego, the annoying brat that boarded the bus before the last night leg. He wouldn't keep his hands off her, or stop taking pictures, but at least he made her laugh. Luckily he forcibly wrote his number on her ass cheek!
- Mr Stevens, who noticed that perv Mike something cutting her underwear to steal it while she slept. She woke up with her tits on full display! Mr Stevens sure ogled her, but he was graciousness personified. Not only did he give her his coat to use instead of her shredded dress, he even gave her five hundred dollars for new underwear. So she agreed to not call the cops and persuaded him to give her an address so she could return the luxurious coat. Mr Stevens seemed like such a gentleman!
