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Bake Sale | Pobo | 5

 

Curiosity gets the best of you. The opportunity to poke around the Eta Pi house is just too tempting. Maybe you'll learn which of the rumors are true. Or maybe you'll just get to see a house full of sexy girls traipse around in their underwear.

"You know, my uncle was a plumber. I spent a summer in high school working with him. I know my way around pipes and nuts, if you know what I mean."

A bleached-blond girl sitting at the table immediately screws up her face in disgust. "A plumber! That's, like, SO blue collar," she says with a flawless Valley-girl accent.

The blond standing up immediately objects in her sultry voice. "Yeah, but blue collar is so sexy. Remember those guys who installed our pool last year? So hot! And..." The girls degenerate into giggles and knowing winks.

Meanwhile, business-like to a tee, Dana looks deep in thought. She fidgets with a pen lying on the table as the wheels turn in her head.

"Well, we'll still need the contractor to stay up to code... but providing our own labor could save us some money... " she mutters to herself.

Dana taps the pen against her lips -- such perfect, pink lips, the corners turned down into a pensive pout. Finally, she makes a decision.

"All right, we could use your help. Show up tomorrow after classes. I assume you'll be free by 3?"

"Actually, I have no classes tomorrow," you lie. "I can be there at the crack of noon."

The sitting blond huffs unappovingly. But the standing blond looks genuinely excited and appreciative.

"Don't pay any attention to Loretta," she reassures you. "She can be such a spoiled little bitch sometimes. Not that she's been able to get her daddy to help us. You'll like her a lot better after you sleep with her. Everyone else does. By the way, I'm Sophie."

The introduction is a little awkward since the two of you are way past a polite handshake. Sophie has progressed from sliding her hands across her chest to pressing up against you. Her sweater-covered breasts feel as good as they look, firm and natural.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she says with a wink.

 

Does anything eventful happen before tomorrow?


          No, what do you expect? Just get over your hangover and show up for work.

 
 
 

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