They request: playing hide and seek in Jessica&...
"Ohh, you guys are in a kinky mood, aren't you," Jessica laughs as the first request get's plastered on the screen. You let out a reliefed sigh - it isn't exactly the easiest thing, but by far not the nastiest thing that could have happened. But you wonder, how exactly this is going to work. It would be tremendously easy for Jessica to find you if you were hiding inside her clothes.
As if on cue, Jessica shouts, "Cameras out!" Disappointed messages flash across the chatscreen, far outweight by excited lines about where exactly she should put you.
"Okay, were going to play a little game," Jessica announces to the listeners, "I'm just going to take my time and find the perfect hiding place for little Susanne here - and as soon as the cameras come back on, you all get to guess where she's hiding! And to make it even more exciting, the one who finds her gets to decide the next thing we'll do!"
Jessica stands up. For the first time, you see the rest of her body. Her tank top is tight and not particularly long, cutting off just slightly above her belly button. Her legs are clad in tight, black denim shorts, which barely cover anything except her waist. Her butt looks as if it would take only a step for it to shred the thin fabric imprisoning it.
She picked you up and walked to the center of the room, just infront of the enormous bed. "Well then," she whispered conspiratorially, "where exactly are you going to go? Got any preference?" You have to think quick. At your old job you heard stories of dancers getting stuffed into purses and pockets and even underwear - and most of them were true. One of your ex-colleagues had spoken with experience. Now, her advise rings crystal clear inside your head. 'The bra is definitely the safest place you can be,' she said once...
Which is definitely true for you. Jessica's breasts are enormous, you would barely make a dent in them. She would probably not move all that much, if she wanted to pose for her viewers. And as long as you stay still, there is almost no way, they could spot you.
Jessica breaks out into a grin as you nod towards her chest. "Well, I don't blame you. I'd choose the same." She giggled. Her eyelids fluttered a few times and her expression changed - now staring at you with curiousity and... something else. "You're good at this, aren't you? You know the perfect place to hide. Is LoverZ' training really that good?" Briefly, you consider telling her that you weren't trained at all - you were just a random woman snatched of the street who happened to have worked as an exotic dancer in the past. Maybe that would endear you to her.
Clearly, she sees the conflict on your face and her expression changes again, staring right into you. Her gaze feels opressive, as if she was examining your very soul. Then, the smile returns - but different. Less intense and more curious. Genuine, even.
"You can tell me later, little Susanne. Right now, we have a crowd to entertain! Are you ready?" You nod up to her, as enthusiastic as you can manage. "Nice. Do me a favour and try to enjoy your trip, okay? I know, I will..."
Jessica quickly pulled down her top, revealing her enormous, white bra underneath. She pulled back the right cup - and let go. A mischievous look came over her face. "No, that would be too easy for them, wouldn't it? I've got a better place in mind." She pulls back the strap wrapping around her back, right beneath her armpit. "There's no way, they'll find you there," she winks at you and pushes you in. The strap snaps back, pressing you mercilessly against her torso. You can barely breathe, not to mention, move. It was her show now.
"Cameras on!" Jessica shouts after she has pulled her clothes back together. Immediatly, the chat fills with guesses about were you could be. She giggles as she reads them. "Oh, is that all you can think of?" you hear her say, a teasing tone in her voice. "Well, let's see if you were right." A zipper gets pulled and you hear the crinkle of denim. She must have unzipped her shorts.
"See, she's not here. Guess again." Suddenly, she turns around. The weight of her body shifts on you. Only the strap of her bra keeps you from falling out of her shirt as she bends over. "She's not in my butt either, as you can see."
Jessica stands up again. Zipping up her pants, she reads the next message.
"Well, true, I've not shown you my pockets. Good thinking. But sadly, also wrong! Little Susanne is nowhere in my pants. Yet..." She laughs. "We'll save that for later, I'm sure."
The next message comes through.
"It took you three tries to guess my boobs? Really? And you have the gall to call yourself a fan," Jessica mocks. "Well, good guess, lets see if you're right." Light floods in, as she pulled her shirt over her head, carelessly tossing it somewhere. She leaned forward. "Well, she's not hiding in my cleavage - I'm sure I would have felt that. But there is still some other place she might have crawled to." She grabbed the front of her bra and slowly pulled it upwards, pushing up her breasts at the same time. The strap holding you in place shifted with her movement, inching up towards you head. You could only struggle, as the white fabric inevitably covered your whole body, pressing you even deeper into Jessica's side.
Her breasts fell free as she pulled her Bra up completely. The bounce rocked your body - thank god, she hadn't put you in there. You doubt you'd have survived being flung through the air by her boobs.
"Not holding on to my nipples, either. What a sneaky little girl." The chat messages become increasingly frustrated. Some one guesses her nose, another demands to see her feet. Jessica pulls her bra back down and happily obliges with every request, striking poses to ensure that her audience gets a good look at her.
She giggles after someone guesses her ears. "Okay, I don't think you're going to find her... such a shame. But I will give you one last chance. I'll even give you a hint - one of your guesses was incredibly close. You could have seen her already." As if to underline what she said, she pushed her arms together to lift up her chest. "The offer still stands - if you spot her, you get to decide what happens next. But if nobody manages, I and Susanne will do whatever we want. Think about it..."
She struck one final pose, waiting for the next message - You only hoped, they didn't find you. Jessica didn't seem to keen on hurting you, but you doubt that she would hesitate should someone request it. After all, you were just a prop in her show. Still, the way she had talked with you earlier gave you hope, that maybe you could get out of here alive...
As if on cue, Jessica shouts, "Cameras out!" Disappointed messages flash across the chatscreen, far outweight by excited lines about where exactly she should put you.
"Okay, were going to play a little game," Jessica announces to the listeners, "I'm just going to take my time and find the perfect hiding place for little Susanne here - and as soon as the cameras come back on, you all get to guess where she's hiding! And to make it even more exciting, the one who finds her gets to decide the next thing we'll do!"
Jessica stands up. For the first time, you see the rest of her body. Her tank top is tight and not particularly long, cutting off just slightly above her belly button. Her legs are clad in tight, black denim shorts, which barely cover anything except her waist. Her butt looks as if it would take only a step for it to shred the thin fabric imprisoning it.
She picked you up and walked to the center of the room, just infront of the enormous bed. "Well then," she whispered conspiratorially, "where exactly are you going to go? Got any preference?" You have to think quick. At your old job you heard stories of dancers getting stuffed into purses and pockets and even underwear - and most of them were true. One of your ex-colleagues had spoken with experience. Now, her advise rings crystal clear inside your head. 'The bra is definitely the safest place you can be,' she said once...
Which is definitely true for you. Jessica's breasts are enormous, you would barely make a dent in them. She would probably not move all that much, if she wanted to pose for her viewers. And as long as you stay still, there is almost no way, they could spot you.
Jessica breaks out into a grin as you nod towards her chest. "Well, I don't blame you. I'd choose the same." She giggled. Her eyelids fluttered a few times and her expression changed - now staring at you with curiousity and... something else. "You're good at this, aren't you? You know the perfect place to hide. Is LoverZ' training really that good?" Briefly, you consider telling her that you weren't trained at all - you were just a random woman snatched of the street who happened to have worked as an exotic dancer in the past. Maybe that would endear you to her.
Clearly, she sees the conflict on your face and her expression changes again, staring right into you. Her gaze feels opressive, as if she was examining your very soul. Then, the smile returns - but different. Less intense and more curious. Genuine, even.
"You can tell me later, little Susanne. Right now, we have a crowd to entertain! Are you ready?" You nod up to her, as enthusiastic as you can manage. "Nice. Do me a favour and try to enjoy your trip, okay? I know, I will..."
Jessica quickly pulled down her top, revealing her enormous, white bra underneath. She pulled back the right cup - and let go. A mischievous look came over her face. "No, that would be too easy for them, wouldn't it? I've got a better place in mind." She pulls back the strap wrapping around her back, right beneath her armpit. "There's no way, they'll find you there," she winks at you and pushes you in. The strap snaps back, pressing you mercilessly against her torso. You can barely breathe, not to mention, move. It was her show now.
"Cameras on!" Jessica shouts after she has pulled her clothes back together. Immediatly, the chat fills with guesses about were you could be. She giggles as she reads them. "Oh, is that all you can think of?" you hear her say, a teasing tone in her voice. "Well, let's see if you were right." A zipper gets pulled and you hear the crinkle of denim. She must have unzipped her shorts.
"See, she's not here. Guess again." Suddenly, she turns around. The weight of her body shifts on you. Only the strap of her bra keeps you from falling out of her shirt as she bends over. "She's not in my butt either, as you can see."
Jessica stands up again. Zipping up her pants, she reads the next message.
"Well, true, I've not shown you my pockets. Good thinking. But sadly, also wrong! Little Susanne is nowhere in my pants. Yet..." She laughs. "We'll save that for later, I'm sure."
The next message comes through.
"It took you three tries to guess my boobs? Really? And you have the gall to call yourself a fan," Jessica mocks. "Well, good guess, lets see if you're right." Light floods in, as she pulled her shirt over her head, carelessly tossing it somewhere. She leaned forward. "Well, she's not hiding in my cleavage - I'm sure I would have felt that. But there is still some other place she might have crawled to." She grabbed the front of her bra and slowly pulled it upwards, pushing up her breasts at the same time. The strap holding you in place shifted with her movement, inching up towards you head. You could only struggle, as the white fabric inevitably covered your whole body, pressing you even deeper into Jessica's side.
Her breasts fell free as she pulled her Bra up completely. The bounce rocked your body - thank god, she hadn't put you in there. You doubt you'd have survived being flung through the air by her boobs.
"Not holding on to my nipples, either. What a sneaky little girl." The chat messages become increasingly frustrated. Some one guesses her nose, another demands to see her feet. Jessica pulls her bra back down and happily obliges with every request, striking poses to ensure that her audience gets a good look at her.
She giggles after someone guesses her ears. "Okay, I don't think you're going to find her... such a shame. But I will give you one last chance. I'll even give you a hint - one of your guesses was incredibly close. You could have seen her already." As if to underline what she said, she pushed her arms together to lift up her chest. "The offer still stands - if you spot her, you get to decide what happens next. But if nobody manages, I and Susanne will do whatever we want. Think about it..."
She struck one final pose, waiting for the next message - You only hoped, they didn't find you. Jessica didn't seem to keen on hurting you, but you doubt that she would hesitate should someone request it. After all, you were just a prop in her show. Still, the way she had talked with you earlier gave you hope, that maybe you could get out of here alive...
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June 3, 2023
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