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AnnieD
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*** Out of character ***
Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse, some reluctance and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
If you're interested playing as Rick, please send a PM my way. Thank you and enjoy!
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http://i.imgur.com/Wh4wYXX.jpg?1
Name: Vikki Lee
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 32D
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Some backstory:
http://i.imgur.com/tMp0u6p.jpg
Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse, some reluctance and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
If you're interested playing as Rick, please send a PM my way. Thank you and enjoy!
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My character:
http://i.imgur.com/Wh4wYXX.jpg?1
Name: Vikki Lee
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 32D
***
Some backstory:
http://i.imgur.com/tMp0u6p.jpg
Vikki Lee is a twenty-four year old who has moved to New York City when she was eighteen years old, both to earn her bachelor's degree at NYC and to accomplish her dream of becoming a big-time model. Now two years after accomplishing the first goal, she was on her way to accomplishing the second one. Things lucked out a bit with her Facebook and Instagram accounts and with a huge following, she began to get some small gigs. It wasn't all luck - she definitely had the body for it; years of being a fitness pro, she had sculptured the perfect body. Tall, beautiful, tanned, busty and with a big round ass, she was the perfect package. Jason, the boyfriend that she lived with, definitely knew that much.
But with this admiration and success, came a few challenges. Namely, the people who would comment on her pictures. While successful and confident, Vikki was naturally a pretty timid person; reading on lewd comments, especially around her body, was something out of her comfort zone. Especially when one of these perverts was someone that she knew. Well, sort of - it was Jason's former bully who lived in NYC as well. The man's name was Rick and the fact that he would write comments like this, probably knowing fully well that she was Jason's beloved fiance...well, it really put her at unease.
When Jason finds out about this, his reaction really throws her back; he's not furious but actually a bit happy about it. In his mind, this would be the perfect opportunity to 'show off' and flirt with him a little, maybe show him a few pictures or give him her number - then, to shut him off once he gets too close and let him know that he's not worth anything compared to Jason. He's not worried about it; Vikki is the perfect girlfriend and not only is she loyal, but he's confident that Rick isn't her type. Vikki is not happy at all about this, but follows through simply because it means a lot to her fiance.
But will it work out for Jason? Or will Rick repeat the spoils of Jason's stupid and egocentric decision?
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Story/IC:
You know, they say that New York City is the city that never sleeps, but I'm pretty sure most people were well in their beds, getting some well deserved rest. As for me well, I was putting the final touches to my video. Don't get me wrong, I didn't make this myself; I had the help of professionals to do this sort of thing. But I would always make some final, final adjustments, just because I was a perfectionist like that. I needed to have things done my way, where I'm one hundred percent satisfied, or I'd never quit. Of course, I wouldn't bug those professionals with it while we were filming. It's only afterwards that I'd make many small cuts. I glanced at the time displayed on the computer screen: 1:13 AM. Well, I figured that this short video would get me a few more likes and fans, so I posted it.
"Done!" I said, with a grin as I sipped from my cup of coffee. I heard Jason laugh from the bed. He was supportive, although didn't get how crazy I'd drive myself over the smallest thing.
"Good job baby." He replied, before tossing himself on the bed to see the screen.
I was curious, so I sat and waited to see if anyone would comment. The likes were coming, even at this time of night (although I suspect that I have quite a few fans on the West coast, so maybe that explained it). What I was really curious about were the comments - they usually meant that the person became a fan and even subscribed to my Facebook or Instagram accounts. I really wish I hadn't, so I wouldn't have to view a certain message to the video:
I sighed loudly - loud enough for my loving fiance to hear and toss his way closer to the edge of the bed and get up to look at the computer screen. "Can you believe this guy?" I asked, my tone all frustrated over the comment he posted. Did he just say my ass is fat? I worked my butt off (no pun intended, thank you) to have this figure. Not to mention I hated it when people were so direct with these comments. I wasn't an object, you know.
With another sigh and seeing my fiance standing right next to where I was sitting, I found myself pointing to the user. "Nine minutes in and already he comments something so lewd. Can you believe that?"
To my surprise, Jason was oddly silent. The way that he was looking at the screen, it showed that he was thinking about something. I knew him well enough to know that look; the look when Jason was either planning or hiding something. I was going to take a wild guess and say that it was the former.
"What?" I asked finally, wanting to know what was in that head of his.
"I know that guy. He's Rick Smith! We went to high school together!"
That was a shock to me. Jason wasn't the type to talk a lot about his high school years, mainly in account to how badly he was bullied. It was mainly due to the fact that he was a bit on the tubby side and couldn't really play sports, or stand up for himself. Now years later however, he had the last laugh - he was in shape (mostly) and had a great career as an investment banker. For him to bring his guy up with such glee made me a bit surprised; I didn't know that there was anyone from his school that he still cared about.
"So, he was your friend or something?" I asked, a bit impatiently as I spun my chair to face him. I wanted to know already!
"Not exactly." he said, pausing for a moment. "He was actually a bit of a bully. Maybe the biggest one there was. It's just a bit funny to see his name again."
"That's so sad, sweety." I said in a very sympathetic voice, going to hug him. Jason however, when hugging me back, simply looked at the screen instead of me. "What's wrong?" I asked, noticing how distracted he was.
"Maybe we could get revenge."
"What?"
He explained to me just what he meant. Basically, Jason went over that during high school, Rick was the popular, sporty guy around campus. He was a bit of a jerk and would tease my fiance around for being terrible with women and for being...well, a loser. He went over how he'd be nothing in life and in short, Jason wanted to rub it in his face. Not his career, mind you - me. He wanted to use me to finally put Rick to his place.
"Can't you just tell him?" I said, sighing from this conversation.
"No, no - it has to be you!" he replied, his face lighting up like the fourth of July. "If you just talk to him, maybe flirt a little and reel him in. Then, when he least expects it, tell him that you're not interested because I'm so much better than him and that he's not worth your time! It's perfect!"
I looked at the screen against and winced. This seemed so incredibly dishonest that it hurt. Besides, I didn't enjoy the fact of being used like this. Sure, he wasn't asking me to do anything with the guy - God no, but the fact that I had to deal with this pervert...well...
"Aren't you worried or jealous? Not that I'm going to do anything, but I wouldn't want you to flirt with another woman." I asked, trying to get my way out of this. Sure, maybe I could tell Jason that I wouldn't go through with this, but he just looked so incredibly happy right now that I didn't have the heart.
"It's not flirting. It's just you and me pulling a prank on someone. Go, reply to him!" he said with a grin, watching to see me type. Good choice, because if he left it to me, I would just block this Rick person and tell him that he just deleted his own stupid question.
"Fine." I said, a bit bitterly. I found myself typing, with my fiance looking over my shoulder, before entering:
"It's not fat! It's fit! There's a difference!"
