An energetic blond girl dressed in a cheerleader's outfit flounces toward you. Her pleated baby-blue skirt flaps immodestly in the wind. Her boobs threaten to bounce right out of her V-neck sweater.
By the time she reaches you, her hair is a disheveled mess of golden locks. Giggling, she brushes her wavy hair away from her face, revealing her crystal-blue eyes and long dark lashes heavy with mascara.
"Hi, my name is Amanda," she lilts, drawing out the second syllable of her name. "Care to buy a cupcake for a good cause?"
Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't, but you're hoping to draw this out as long as you can while to sneak a peek down Amanda's sweater. Amanda is pressing the front of her skirt down with both hands. This causes her arms to squeeze her sweater muffins together, creating some generous cleavage.
Amanda catches you staring at her breasts. She looks down at them as if she had never seen them before, then looks back at you with a coy smile.
Snapping out of it, you ask, "Um, what's the good cause?"
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