Thinking nothing of it, you might as well enter the celebrity's contest. It was almost definitely not going to happen, but the thought of being owned by a woman as famous as her was worth the three minute survey you filled out. Luckily, you wouldn't have to wait that long for the rejection, because the contest was closing tonight, and the winner was to be revealed tomorrow morning. You pressed enter on your application, and decided to hit the hay, turning in for the night.
You walked to the corner of the desk, finding a good place to curl up, before you drifted off to the land of dreams. In your dream, you were still at Becky's house. You screamed as you tried to run away from the woman, who only laughed and slowly made pace with you. "Come on Ken, I know you want it." She laughed, before jumping in the air, turning her backside towards you and giggling all the way down, but right before the familiar ass was about to crash you, you woke up.
It was morning now. There was no gigantic ass about to crush you, just the ceiling fan. You walked towards the computer, noticing your phone buzzing next to it. You picked it up, and answered it.
"Hello is this Mr. Ken Haley?" A feminine voice asked.
"Yes, what's the problem?" You asked, confused as to what she could be calling about.
"Problem? There's no problem at all! You won the contest, and now you can head out to my client's house!" She said, as your heart dropped. You were truly going to be in the care of a celebrity, and you could barely believe it. She gave you the address to mail yourself to in California, and hung up the phone. You were ecstatic, and without hesitation made your way downstairs. You got a cardboard box out, and set it on the front door after putting on the correct postage.
Before you entered your vehicle, you got some food and drinks, an apple and a water bottle, pulling them up carefully into the box. You then set yourself inside, and using the tape from the inside, sealed it tight. You couldn't contain your excitement as the mail lady picked up your container, and put it in her car. You were taken to an airport, where you were soon in the sky, high above your old town and life, on board a plane destined to arrive at the home of
You walked to the corner of the desk, finding a good place to curl up, before you drifted off to the land of dreams. In your dream, you were still at Becky's house. You screamed as you tried to run away from the woman, who only laughed and slowly made pace with you. "Come on Ken, I know you want it." She laughed, before jumping in the air, turning her backside towards you and giggling all the way down, but right before the familiar ass was about to crash you, you woke up.
It was morning now. There was no gigantic ass about to crush you, just the ceiling fan. You walked towards the computer, noticing your phone buzzing next to it. You picked it up, and answered it.
"Hello is this Mr. Ken Haley?" A feminine voice asked.
"Yes, what's the problem?" You asked, confused as to what she could be calling about.
"Problem? There's no problem at all! You won the contest, and now you can head out to my client's house!" She said, as your heart dropped. You were truly going to be in the care of a celebrity, and you could barely believe it. She gave you the address to mail yourself to in California, and hung up the phone. You were ecstatic, and without hesitation made your way downstairs. You got a cardboard box out, and set it on the front door after putting on the correct postage.
Before you entered your vehicle, you got some food and drinks, an apple and a water bottle, pulling them up carefully into the box. You then set yourself inside, and using the tape from the inside, sealed it tight. You couldn't contain your excitement as the mail lady picked up your container, and put it in her car. You were taken to an airport, where you were soon in the sky, high above your old town and life, on board a plane destined to arrive at the home of
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June 3, 2023
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