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It was late in the afternoon when Ami Zed finally awoke. She had slept most of the day away, which was typical for her, even if she was an adult, at least that's what the courts said. 'Adulting', as she put it, wasn't really one of her strong suits, but then again with an ass like that it really didn't have to be. With a weary sigh she rolled over onto her stomach and fumbled for her phone, the bright glare of the screen causing her to squint those typically bright and vivid green eyes. She had numerous texts and voice messages, along with several other blinking icons from various other social media devices. With a over-dramatic sigh she shifted, flopping back onto her back, the blanket falling away as her pert breasts jostled freely. She wore absolutely nothing but a scowl at the moment, that svelte, alabaster white frame covered in nothing but ink and her ruffled covers. They had slid away from her upper frame, revealing those pert, impossibly perky breasts capped with pink, already hardened nipples. Ami liked the room cold when she slept, and now as she stirred awake that cold temperature was getting to her.
One hand held the cellphone in front of her, her thumb sliding and swiping through various screens. The other ran through her wild short mane, a dark chocolate hue soft. It had been awhile since Ami had decided upon dying it, though she had already purchased a few colors earlier in the week. She just couldn't make up her mind...first world problems, right? Ultimately, she just left it up to someone else, asking her friends what they thought. She happened to go with the first one she saw, which also happened to be one of the colors that she had bought. Always a winning combination. Slowly Ami collected herself and went through her text messages, finally coming to one that caught her attention. The name read 'Rando #1', along with a picture of Dickbutt for the profile picture. It was a bit of an in-joke, the sender was far from random, at least at this point. But that was what she called all of her lovers (ranking them in order by performance of course), at least the ones that didn't receive the honor of being called her 'significant other'. The honor part of that usually involved taking care of the check at dinner or forking over the green for whatever else happened to catch her eye.
Ami opened the text and lazily read the response as she causally strolled down the hallway, naked as a jay bird, her shapely hips swaying and that oh so lovely backside tensing and jiggling with each step. She let out a subdued, husky little giggle as her eyes flicked over the words, which constituted little more than praise of her sexual skill and groveling for more of her attention. That alone brought out that trademark smirk of hers, a little (and completely unnecessary) boost to her ego accompanying it. She responded with a flippant remark, avoiding any confirmations of her attentions; that always seemed to make them want it even more.
Ami typed as she walked, strolling through the quiet, dark apartment, heading towards the the bathroom and flicking the light on. She set her phone down and snatched up the small box sitting on the cluttered counter. One the front was a picture of a semi-attractive woman with neon pink hair, the title read: 'Radioactive Pank'. Next to it was another box of 'Manic Magenta', with the same exact picture of the same woman just with photoshopped hair color. Instead of just picking one, Ami decided to get creative. Ami examined herself in the mirror critically for a few moments. She slid her hands up through her short mane of hair, currently a dark nutty brown, its natural color with just a hint of faded green at the tips. It was wild yet held a certain alternative style to it, short on the sides and back before slowly growing longer near her brow. She let the neon locks fall out about her temples and over the bridge of her nose as she continued to look over herself. She idly cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together before letting them go, watching them jostle enticingly back into place. She was mildly amused by her own tantalizing flesh, taking in what she could see of that lovely figure before the rest disappeared behind the counter top. Ami looked back up into her own eyes, gave a little huff and got to work dying her hair.
The pipes shuddered and shrieked as Ami cut off the torrential rush of steaming hot water to the shower for the second time. It ended with a sputter, a trickle still dripping from the faucet as she threw back the curtain and stepped out onto the floor-mat. The large bathroom mirror was steamed over from the heat of the water, though Ami could still make out a blurry humanoid figure topped with neon pink and darker magenta. That frame had undeniable feminine dips and curves, a stark pale compared to the dull background of the bathroom wallpaper.
Unsurprisingly, Ami had a stunning little figure. Proud shoulders gave way to an ample, yet modest bosom, a taut and toned inner core and shapely hips made more than a few give her a second glance. She had a tight and toned rear one could bounce a quarter off of as well. Her skin was a creamy alabaster, which glistened with water droplets and hinted at a pinkish hue from where the hot water pelted her. She had a ravishing face with just a hint of angelic beauty and a sinner's smile. Those lips were full, plush, and always seemed to wear some kind of smirk or smile, as if she knew something that no one else did. She reached out and brushed her palm over the fogged mirror, clearing a swatch and peered at herself intently. Her eyes were bright green, with a mischievous light that came from within. They were radiant today, the eagerness and excitement undeniably etched upon her face.
It was going to be a good day.
Ami dried herself off hurriedly with a large fluffy brown towel. She gave her neon pink hair a few shakes, making sure she had given it a proper rinse after dying. Only then did she start her preparations for the day, some powder and foundation, eyeliner and mascara to bring out the verdant hue of her eyes. It was simple and elegant, the same attention was given to her short mane, which swept from her crown and over her left eye. The dye did its job, the bright pink seemed to glow in the bathroom lights, especially at her bangs, the rest fading into a dark magenta near the base of her skull. It wasn't her first rodeo dying her hair, Ami had gotten pretty decent at it over the years, especially in the area of not making a total mess of the bathroom counter.
Only after she was done with all of that did she emerge from the bathroom in her full naked glory, her perky bosom jostling with each heavy step she took. Like anyone else in the confines of their own abode she didn't hesitate to walk about in nothing but her birthday suit and a smirk. By the time she had finished dying her hair and washing up it was getting into the early evening hours. She managed to get dressed by then, choosing a tight fitting black T that had a great plunging neckline to display her awesome cleavage. Underneath she strapped on her pushup bra, making those warlocks appear even bigger and grander then they already did (a near impossible feat if not for science!). A pair of tight fitting gray workout shorts clung greedily to the swell of her hips, leaving those long legs proudly on display. Her bare feet shuffled over the dull brown carpet as Ami made her way to spare bedroom she had turned into her office. There she had her entire setup for playing games and streaming, all meticulously set in place. For such a slouch in life it was surprising to find this part of her life so well organized. A curious quirk, Ami was mostly oblivious to the fact as well. With steaming cup of coffee (mostly sugar) in hand she set down to do some actual work, or as close to work as Ami Zed did. She played a few games, churning out a few Let's Play episodes for her YouTube channel before she ordered a pizza and called it a day. It had been an exhausting four hours of work, Ami was downright fainting as she lounged back in her computer chair and idly scanned the interwebs.
Just then, as she was scrolling through some shit posts, her phone rumbled to life on the counter top. Ami had forgotten all about it, along with the multitude of people that had been vying for her attention. This particular message was lucky enough to catch her attention, Ami brought the phone up in front of her face and swiped the screen awake, her green gaze drifting lazily over the text.
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It was late in the afternoon when Ami Zed finally awoke. She had slept most of the day away, which was typical for her, even if she was an adult, at least that's what the courts said. 'Adulting', as she put it, wasn't really one of her strong suits, but then again with an ass like that it really didn't have to be. With a weary sigh she rolled over onto her stomach and fumbled for her phone, the bright glare of the screen causing her to squint those typically bright and vivid green eyes. She had numerous texts and voice messages, along with several other blinking icons from various other social media devices. With a over-dramatic sigh she shifted, flopping back onto her back, the blanket falling away as her pert breasts jostled freely. She wore absolutely nothing but a scowl at the moment, that svelte, alabaster white frame covered in nothing but ink and her ruffled covers. They had slid away from her upper frame, revealing those pert, impossibly perky breasts capped with pink, already hardened nipples. Ami liked the room cold when she slept, and now as she stirred awake that cold temperature was getting to her.
One hand held the cellphone in front of her, her thumb sliding and swiping through various screens. The other ran through her wild short mane, a dark chocolate hue soft. It had been awhile since Ami had decided upon dying it, though she had already purchased a few colors earlier in the week. She just couldn't make up her mind...first world problems, right? Ultimately, she just left it up to someone else, asking her friends what they thought. She happened to go with the first one she saw, which also happened to be one of the colors that she had bought. Always a winning combination. Slowly Ami collected herself and went through her text messages, finally coming to one that caught her attention. The name read 'Rando #1', along with a picture of Dickbutt for the profile picture. It was a bit of an in-joke, the sender was far from random, at least at this point. But that was what she called all of her lovers (ranking them in order by performance of course), at least the ones that didn't receive the honor of being called her 'significant other'. The honor part of that usually involved taking care of the check at dinner or forking over the green for whatever else happened to catch her eye.
Ami opened the text and lazily read the response as she causally strolled down the hallway, naked as a jay bird, her shapely hips swaying and that oh so lovely backside tensing and jiggling with each step. She let out a subdued, husky little giggle as her eyes flicked over the words, which constituted little more than praise of her sexual skill and groveling for more of her attention. That alone brought out that trademark smirk of hers, a little (and completely unnecessary) boost to her ego accompanying it. She responded with a flippant remark, avoiding any confirmations of her attentions; that always seemed to make them want it even more.
Ami typed as she walked, strolling through the quiet, dark apartment, heading towards the the bathroom and flicking the light on. She set her phone down and snatched up the small box sitting on the cluttered counter. One the front was a picture of a semi-attractive woman with neon pink hair, the title read: 'Radioactive Pank'. Next to it was another box of 'Manic Magenta', with the same exact picture of the same woman just with photoshopped hair color. Instead of just picking one, Ami decided to get creative. Ami examined herself in the mirror critically for a few moments. She slid her hands up through her short mane of hair, currently a dark nutty brown, its natural color with just a hint of faded green at the tips. It was wild yet held a certain alternative style to it, short on the sides and back before slowly growing longer near her brow. She let the neon locks fall out about her temples and over the bridge of her nose as she continued to look over herself. She idly cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together before letting them go, watching them jostle enticingly back into place. She was mildly amused by her own tantalizing flesh, taking in what she could see of that lovely figure before the rest disappeared behind the counter top. Ami looked back up into her own eyes, gave a little huff and got to work dying her hair.
The pipes shuddered and shrieked as Ami cut off the torrential rush of steaming hot water to the shower for the second time. It ended with a sputter, a trickle still dripping from the faucet as she threw back the curtain and stepped out onto the floor-mat. The large bathroom mirror was steamed over from the heat of the water, though Ami could still make out a blurry humanoid figure topped with neon pink and darker magenta. That frame had undeniable feminine dips and curves, a stark pale compared to the dull background of the bathroom wallpaper.
Unsurprisingly, Ami had a stunning little figure. Proud shoulders gave way to an ample, yet modest bosom, a taut and toned inner core and shapely hips made more than a few give her a second glance. She had a tight and toned rear one could bounce a quarter off of as well. Her skin was a creamy alabaster, which glistened with water droplets and hinted at a pinkish hue from where the hot water pelted her. She had a ravishing face with just a hint of angelic beauty and a sinner's smile. Those lips were full, plush, and always seemed to wear some kind of smirk or smile, as if she knew something that no one else did. She reached out and brushed her palm over the fogged mirror, clearing a swatch and peered at herself intently. Her eyes were bright green, with a mischievous light that came from within. They were radiant today, the eagerness and excitement undeniably etched upon her face.
It was going to be a good day.
Ami dried herself off hurriedly with a large fluffy brown towel. She gave her neon pink hair a few shakes, making sure she had given it a proper rinse after dying. Only then did she start her preparations for the day, some powder and foundation, eyeliner and mascara to bring out the verdant hue of her eyes. It was simple and elegant, the same attention was given to her short mane, which swept from her crown and over her left eye. The dye did its job, the bright pink seemed to glow in the bathroom lights, especially at her bangs, the rest fading into a dark magenta near the base of her skull. It wasn't her first rodeo dying her hair, Ami had gotten pretty decent at it over the years, especially in the area of not making a total mess of the bathroom counter.
Only after she was done with all of that did she emerge from the bathroom in her full naked glory, her perky bosom jostling with each heavy step she took. Like anyone else in the confines of their own abode she didn't hesitate to walk about in nothing but her birthday suit and a smirk. By the time she had finished dying her hair and washing up it was getting into the early evening hours. She managed to get dressed by then, choosing a tight fitting black T that had a great plunging neckline to display her awesome cleavage. Underneath she strapped on her pushup bra, making those warlocks appear even bigger and grander then they already did (a near impossible feat if not for science!). A pair of tight fitting gray workout shorts clung greedily to the swell of her hips, leaving those long legs proudly on display. Her bare feet shuffled over the dull brown carpet as Ami made her way to spare bedroom she had turned into her office. There she had her entire setup for playing games and streaming, all meticulously set in place. For such a slouch in life it was surprising to find this part of her life so well organized. A curious quirk, Ami was mostly oblivious to the fact as well. With steaming cup of coffee (mostly sugar) in hand she set down to do some actual work, or as close to work as Ami Zed did. She played a few games, churning out a few Let's Play episodes for her YouTube channel before she ordered a pizza and called it a day. It had been an exhausting four hours of work, Ami was downright fainting as she lounged back in her computer chair and idly scanned the interwebs.
Just then, as she was scrolling through some shit posts, her phone rumbled to life on the counter top. Ami had forgotten all about it, along with the multitude of people that had been vying for her attention. This particular message was lucky enough to catch her attention, Ami brought the phone up in front of her face and swiped the screen awake, her green gaze drifting lazily over the text.
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