Fantasy Curves 269 (BBW SF Erotic Romance And Domination) - Plot & Excerpts
Sensing the impertinent male lean in for a second attack, I turned and swatted at his hand. "It’s just a costume, gramps. They don't even build fantasy units this big!” Embarrassment flushed my cheeks. Bad enough even pleasure droids don't come in my size, I didn't need every randy drunk out on the street conveniently forgetting that fact so they could cop a feel or otherwise give me a hard time. "The hell they don't, sweet buns. You don't see 'em because they're always in use!" He leaned close once more, his breath telling me he had his whiskey goggles on and likely thought I was ten sizes smaller than I am. Propping one arm against the elevator door, he reached down and rubbed at the geriatric half chub poking at the spandex tights of his pirate outfit. "Wanna walk my plank before you go off-shift, beautiful?" "Drunk, old and clichéd," I groaned. "Just what I'm looking for." Mercifully, the elevator doors opened. He started to fall. I pushed him upright then escaped through the doors and onto the platform a second before they closed.
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