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Brigitte92
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Note: I need one dominant writer to play as the lucky fan. 
If you're interested, PM me so we can talk about the details! Thank you ~
If you're interested, PM me so we can talk about the details! Thank you ~Introducing my character ( Suzy Rodriguez ):
Suzy is a relatively famous figure across the internet, mainly due to her bikini modeling career and (mainly) because of her massive chest. Her exact measurements were 32JJ-27-38, getting the attention of countless men and women. Her social media accounts were always flooded with fans, asking her all sorts of weird questions. Although at first she was eager to answer every single one of them, it got overwhelming to the point where she got her manager, Michael, to handle a whole lot of them. It wasn't a big deal, given that she couldn't afford to waste too much time on them. Besides, she had her wedding to look forward to in about four months.
As far as her personality goes, Suzy is a bit snobbish and may even appear prudish despite coming from a modeling career. This might be in part because of her upbringing, being raised in a traditional Catholic family from a Mexican household. Many who know her might be able to guess that maybe her relationship with her fiance, a man with a similar background, might have just helped to made it worse for her introvert tendencies. Still, even so, she makes an effort to seem flirty, her manager having convinced her to make live cam shows for her fans. Her fiance, Phillip, was a bit disgruntled over it but seeing the amount of money that she made, he couldn't help it but let it go.
While Phillip doesn't know it, or perhaps not even Suzy herself, she always got a bit of a rush when a man (or sometimes even a woman) was obviously drooling all over her.
Tuesday Afternoon...
Like many Tuesdays afternoons, I found myself on my laptop, chatting with some of my fans. I wasn't eager to do it, knowing of all sorts of perverted questions coming my way. But, as much as I hated it, I couldn't argue with the results - just doing this for amount twenty minutes gave me about $1000 more to my bank account every week! I was always astonished over how much people would pay just to see me, a twenty-six year old show her tits a little to the camera. My phone vibrated and from the screen, I could see that it was my manager calling me...
Better wrap this one up.
"Okay, so look. My bra, despite being called a 32JJ doesn't even fit!" I said with a fake giggle, opening up my shirt a bit. Enough that my massive breasts showed themselves a bit. I even gave my soft, heavy mound a quick poke, to emphasize on my point. I saw many comments begin the pour down, countless perverted people saying stuff like "Jiggle them!" or "Open it up more!", but I was a model and not some cam whore. Instead I laughed and closed the opening I made, essentially cutting down on the cleavage that they were feasting their eyes on.
"Well, that's it guys! It was so much fun talking to you all and can't wait to see you next week! Toodles!" I said with an unbearably cheerful tone to my voice as I blew a kiss and shut up my laptop. I sighed for a second, trying to shake off show flushed I felt and saw that I received a text from my manager, which said:
"Come and meet me at my office. It's important!"
...
Later...
"You did what?!" I asked loudly, shifting on the leather seat that I was sitting on. Michael looked at me - or rather, my big tits trying their best to fit within my black blouse. I snapped my fingers until his gaze glanced upwards and he cleared his throat. Yep, he was definitely ashamed of himself and by that I didn't just mean his eyes going over my body.
"It was a contest Suzy!" he said, leaning back. "I don't know what to tell you. When we started the site, we agreed on that a year later, one of your fans would have a date with you."
"I don't remember this..." I responded. Don't get me wrong, I could vaguely recall this clause somewhere on my contract but then again, I could be wrong. Truth be told, I never really read anything that I sign.
"I could show you the contract." Michael rebutted, smugly smiling as if he could read my mind. His smile quickly faded when he could read the expression on my face.
"That won't be necessary." I relented, an annoyed sigh escaping my lips "Okay, so fine. Where do I meet him?"
"Well...he's uh...waiting downstairs right now."
"WHAT?!"
