Drunken Cassie's Plans
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
Hours later, Kimberly and Irina are woken up by a loud knocking on their door.
"Moooom! Irina! Is Jake in there with you!?" Cassie shouted from the hall.
"Ugh," Irina moaned fishing you from her ass as Kimberly stumbled toward the door.
"Cassie? What time is it? What's going on?" Kimberly asks her daughter.
"Thank you mother. Your talk was soooo helpful," Cassie slurred with a smile. "I made a mistake breaking up with Jake, but I know just how to make it better. Is he here? Can I steal him from you guys for the night?" she asks with a smile.
"Ye....yes. He's here dear. Go ahead. We'll see you tomorrow," Kimberly says grabbing your still flat body from her friend and thrusting you into her daughter's hands knowing that Cassie was in no condition to question your mostly flattened status.
Cassie thanks her mom, waives to Irina, and saunters back to the hall.
"Jake." she starts, holding you close to her face. You could smell the alcohol pouring off her breath as she spoke. "I'm so, so sorry for how I acted last night. Or. I guess tonight. Whatever. The point is I don't want to break up. I'm totally cool with you feeling up other girls or getting lapdances or whatever. You're a great guy Jake. You deserve it!"
Your body has reformed enough by this point to respond, so you shake your head to try to get yourself to think clearly.
"Are...are you sure Cassie? I mean, the way you..." you start, but Cassie cuts you off.
"Totally sure. But I don't blame you for doubting me. Little doubter you. But I know just how to prove it to you. Watch!" Without another word, Cassie stuffs you into her cleavage and roughly carries you to the lobby of the hotel where she has the attendant call her a cab.
"Where to miss?" the driver asks.
"Your finest strip club my good man!" Cassie smiles at the driver. "I know you've got some good ones down here off the resort," she giggles.
You squirm up to the top of Cassie's chest and manage to get her attention.
"Cassie! You don't have to do this. A strip club in the islands off the resort? Are you sure? Is that safe?" Your mind is spinning at the plan your fiance turned ex fiance turned maybe fiance again has cooked up.
"Yes I do. Because you're doubting me and I need to prove it to you. It'll be fine Jake, don't worry about it," she says with a smile. "Just think of it like an early bachelor party," she giggled.
After a few minutes and a few odd looks from the driver, the cab deposits you and Cassie at a downtown strip club. You had to admit, as far as strip clubs went, this looked pretty nice from the outside. Cassie of course had no problem getting in. Your senses were flooded as the doors closed behind her. If you thought the bar was overwhelming, this was next level. The music, the lights, the perfume, the people. Everything you could experience from the confines of Cassie's chest was overloading you. Cassie navigated the area like she knew what she was doing though. After a few steps...
"Moooom! Irina! Is Jake in there with you!?" Cassie shouted from the hall.
"Ugh," Irina moaned fishing you from her ass as Kimberly stumbled toward the door.
"Cassie? What time is it? What's going on?" Kimberly asks her daughter.
"Thank you mother. Your talk was soooo helpful," Cassie slurred with a smile. "I made a mistake breaking up with Jake, but I know just how to make it better. Is he here? Can I steal him from you guys for the night?" she asks with a smile.
"Ye....yes. He's here dear. Go ahead. We'll see you tomorrow," Kimberly says grabbing your still flat body from her friend and thrusting you into her daughter's hands knowing that Cassie was in no condition to question your mostly flattened status.
Cassie thanks her mom, waives to Irina, and saunters back to the hall.
"Jake." she starts, holding you close to her face. You could smell the alcohol pouring off her breath as she spoke. "I'm so, so sorry for how I acted last night. Or. I guess tonight. Whatever. The point is I don't want to break up. I'm totally cool with you feeling up other girls or getting lapdances or whatever. You're a great guy Jake. You deserve it!"
Your body has reformed enough by this point to respond, so you shake your head to try to get yourself to think clearly.
"Are...are you sure Cassie? I mean, the way you..." you start, but Cassie cuts you off.
"Totally sure. But I don't blame you for doubting me. Little doubter you. But I know just how to prove it to you. Watch!" Without another word, Cassie stuffs you into her cleavage and roughly carries you to the lobby of the hotel where she has the attendant call her a cab.
"Where to miss?" the driver asks.
"Your finest strip club my good man!" Cassie smiles at the driver. "I know you've got some good ones down here off the resort," she giggles.
You squirm up to the top of Cassie's chest and manage to get her attention.
"Cassie! You don't have to do this. A strip club in the islands off the resort? Are you sure? Is that safe?" Your mind is spinning at the plan your fiance turned ex fiance turned maybe fiance again has cooked up.
"Yes I do. Because you're doubting me and I need to prove it to you. It'll be fine Jake, don't worry about it," she says with a smile. "Just think of it like an early bachelor party," she giggled.
After a few minutes and a few odd looks from the driver, the cab deposits you and Cassie at a downtown strip club. You had to admit, as far as strip clubs went, this looked pretty nice from the outside. Cassie of course had no problem getting in. Your senses were flooded as the doors closed behind her. If you thought the bar was overwhelming, this was next level. The music, the lights, the perfume, the people. Everything you could experience from the confines of Cassie's chest was overloading you. Cassie navigated the area like she knew what she was doing though. After a few steps...
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