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This is a new caption from the Pink and Prissy Collective storyline. The rest are on my index page.
I am playing around with different caption designs in an attempt to make them more readable. A few people have said my recent ones have been a bit difficult on the eyes and I want to fix that.
“You got Cassie's, didn't you?” Charlotte grinned at the sheepish looking Sam. She had waiting for him at the bus stop home from school and finally she had been rewarded with the terrified, silent student. “Let me see!” She snatched the notes her prey had instinctively reached for and read her fellow Pink n Prissy member's request aloud. “I want my sissy to be cute, sassy and fashionable....ha! What rubbish!?” She balled up the paper and threw it away. “Listen, I'm going to give you a little quid pro quo because Cassie is my best friend and, well, if she's happy, you might stand a chance of getting your whiny little voice back. You want that right?”
Sam nodded feebly.
“Good! Look, I'm not saying clothes don't matter, because they obviously do, but if you really want to get Cassie's heart racing and by proxy your tongue wagging again, you're going to need to step it up a notch.” Charlotte produced a small pink box from her purse. This should do it.” Sam gave her a pleading look as he took the gift, swallowing hard as he read the logo on the box, 'The Tushy Tickler.' “Don't worry,” Charlotte smiled widely, “there's lube in there too!”
The next day, Charlotte and her Pink n Prissy Collective co-member, Terri, were watching the bus stop once again from the privacy of a large tree. There was a solitary figure waiting on the bench, an apparent girl dressed stylishly in a white top and cardigan with a short skirt over a pair of glossy nylons, all pulled together with a large chequered scarf.
“Are you sure that's her, errrr...him?” Terri nudged Charlotte. “He looks almost too good. The other boys might be in trouble.”
“Of course it is,” Charlotte giggled, “no real girl would ever sit with her legs wide like that. Though I must say, they do look sensational. Anyway, there's one way to know for sure.” She pulled a small black keyfob from her pocket.”
Terri pursed her lips in excitement. “You know Cassie's going to lose it with you one day if you don't stop teasing her about that buttplug. Do you believe her about it being for torturing a boy?
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” Terri replied. “Hey, I wonder if Sammykins here followed through on your suggestion.” Charlotte gave her a wink and pressed the keyfob. Both girls had to stifle their laughter as the dolled up boy's formerly spread knees clenched together as he leaned his body forward in a first unearthly groan.
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