Cassie is gone!
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
Cassie enjoyed your show on stage far more than she had anticipated. She knew that ending things with Jake on vacation was less than ideal because he'd still have to fly home with them and then spend all summer with her family. That was far more of an ex-boyfriend than she wanted to see. Sure, she reasoned, she could always mail him back to his family. But that required work. And this was much more fun.
She wasn't surprised by how easily you went along with her little ruse. She could always get you to do whatever she wanted, and not just because of the size difference. But now the show was over and it was time to make sure that this breakup was permanent.
She stood in place as she watched Brandy carry you to the private lapdance area and kept her eyes on the other performers. When she was sure she wouldn't be seen, she snuck out the door and quickly arranged a ride share service back to the hotel.
As Brandy carried your nude, flattened form back, she was surprised that the tall woman who had given you to her was nowhere to be found. She and her friends canvased the club, but it was clear that Cassie was gone. She sighed in exasperation.
"Well, now what do we do with him?" she asked her friends while holding you in a secure fist. You weren't familiar enough with the voices to tell who was saying what and you couldn't see a thing.
"Ugh. Can't we just leave him here?" one of the women responded.
"No!" another voice scolded. "What would he do? He's completely defenseless. One of us has to take care of him," she says calmly.
"Well I don't want him. Do you?"
"I wouldn't mind continuing what we started during the lap dance," another woman giggled.
"Girls you're missing the opportunity!" another voice exclaimed. "That dance got us so many tips. Think of how much money we can make with him every night!"
"Yeah, but what about during the day?"
They continue bargaining and bickering. It was clear at least one of the women wanted nothing to do with you, one of them saw dollar signs, and one of them saw you as a sex object. Where the other two stood was unclear, as their voices all became so muddled it was difficult to even understand what was being said. It was hard enough to focus with the knowledge that the women you loved, and you thought loved you, discarded you like an empty soda can. You were heartbroken and in no condition to stand up for yourself.
Finally, Brandy holds you up to their faces. You swallow hard, knowing that your fate is about to be revealed and that you weren't given the slightest voice in the matter.
She wasn't surprised by how easily you went along with her little ruse. She could always get you to do whatever she wanted, and not just because of the size difference. But now the show was over and it was time to make sure that this breakup was permanent.
She stood in place as she watched Brandy carry you to the private lapdance area and kept her eyes on the other performers. When she was sure she wouldn't be seen, she snuck out the door and quickly arranged a ride share service back to the hotel.
As Brandy carried your nude, flattened form back, she was surprised that the tall woman who had given you to her was nowhere to be found. She and her friends canvased the club, but it was clear that Cassie was gone. She sighed in exasperation.
"Well, now what do we do with him?" she asked her friends while holding you in a secure fist. You weren't familiar enough with the voices to tell who was saying what and you couldn't see a thing.
"Ugh. Can't we just leave him here?" one of the women responded.
"No!" another voice scolded. "What would he do? He's completely defenseless. One of us has to take care of him," she says calmly.
"Well I don't want him. Do you?"
"I wouldn't mind continuing what we started during the lap dance," another woman giggled.
"Girls you're missing the opportunity!" another voice exclaimed. "That dance got us so many tips. Think of how much money we can make with him every night!"
"Yeah, but what about during the day?"
They continue bargaining and bickering. It was clear at least one of the women wanted nothing to do with you, one of them saw dollar signs, and one of them saw you as a sex object. Where the other two stood was unclear, as their voices all became so muddled it was difficult to even understand what was being said. It was hard enough to focus with the knowledge that the women you loved, and you thought loved you, discarded you like an empty soda can. You were heartbroken and in no condition to stand up for yourself.
Finally, Brandy holds you up to their faces. You swallow hard, knowing that your fate is about to be revealed and that you weren't given the slightest voice in the matter.
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March 28, 2025
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