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Nicole Parker was having a great day…Emphasis on “was.” Not anymore. However, the person responsible was going to pay. Nicole was a beautiful, curvaceous 22 year old with long, luscious, crimson red hair down to her firm, shapely ass. Her lovely face wore glasses, perfectly exemplifying the “sexy nerd” trope. However, her most defining feature and the one she took the most pride in by far, was her absolutely gigantic G cup breasts.
Nicole had never come across another woman in her life that even came close to matching her in breast size and Lord knows, she had been trying to find one. The one other thing that she had taken immense pride in was her intellect. The girl practically had a super brain and was living proof that girls can indeed be both smoking hot and brilliant. She graduated with a Master’s in Computer Science, Software Engineering, IT, Cybersecurity, Analytics and Computer Engineering.
The girl may as well have been on a computer while in the womb. She spent all of her time in College doing pretty much one of two things. Studying…and fucking other girls. Indeed. Nicole was a lesbian down to her bones. Always has been. Her Parents always sent her to all girl schools in hopes of keeping her from screwing around but all they did was turn her into a raging nymphomaniac who lived for pussy.
Nicole had hoped to fuck every single girl at her University before graduating but there was only so much she could do with new girls coming in each semester and her already being busy with school work. What she loved above all else was sexfighting. The art of women placing every aspect of their womanhood against each other. It gave her a thrill like nothing else and she quickly became a hopeless addict.
After graduating, Nicole had been looking for a job and she craved an exciting and rewarding career above all else. Many people think of computer based jobs as boring and tedious and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong but Nicole knew that her skills could nab her something truly unique. Perhaps she could work for the government as a hacker…or just become an independent criminal hacker…or maybe just become a lesbian prostitute. Perhaps all three at the same time. Regardless, opportunities have been scarce for Nicole since graduating and she was currently working odd jobs.
Personality wise, Nicole was perky, bubbly, hyperactive, talkative and always smiling. The girl was one big ball of horny, energetic sunshine. She was also deeply perverted and could rarely resist any chance she could get to start getting handsy with any hot girl she came across…and they never minded. It seemed that no girl Nicole ever met was straight enough to resist getting between her legs. Or perhaps Nicole’s deeply held belief that all women are either lesbian or bisexual and some just don’t know it yet was true. Naturally, these other girls could never keep their hands off of Nicole’s beautiful, enormous mammaries. Really, who could?
One fateful day, Nicole had been walking home after leaving her favorite Lesbian club known as “Fencers”. A clever metaphor for describing the act of clit-to-clit fucking. The scarlet haired nympho had spent her entire day pleasuring and getting pleasured by other women. Her favorite thing in the world. As she began walking home, her endless mind began to wander and she spaced out, thinking of what computer based job might be best for her and how she can go about getting it. As she was a million miles away, she was not paying attention. She had taken this commute so many times that she was on total autopilot. So, she was completely taken off guard when someone bumped into her.
“Oof!” She grunted.
She turned around to tell the other person that she was sorry but she saw them walking away without even acknowledging her existence. She was annoyed by the rudeness but quickly forgot about it as she realized that the person who had bumped into her was a stunning, black haired hottie with an ass that could stop traffic. Nicole licked her lips with lust and was about to go chase her next conquest down when she suddenly got a hold of herself.
‘Control yourself, Nikki.’ She thought to herself. ‘Your poor pussy’s been through it enough today. Give her a break.’
As she got home and relaxed on her couch, she reached into her pocket to take out her phone…only for her heart to sink into her gut when she realized that it wasn’t there. Like most people nowadays, she was heavily dependent on that phone. It had everything she needed. She absolutely could not be without it. If it fell out of her pocket, she would have heard it.
“Alexa, call my phone!” Nicole yelled to the device.
“Calling your phone.” Alexa said in that distinctive sexy computer voice of hers.
Nicole lived in a small studio apartment. If her phone was here, she absolutely would have heard it ringing. She began to panic as she heard nothing.
‘Where the fuck is it?!’ Nicole asked herself, now freaking out internally.
A wave of relief rushed over her when she remembered that she had “Find IPhone”, so she went to her bedroom to retrieve her tablet and went to work. It showed that her phone was actually miles away in a pretty dangerous part of town. Nicole briefly wondered how that could have happened…and then it clicked.
‘That hot raven bitch!’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘She fucking pickpocketed me!’
Her redhead temper began to show itself now. Most people would have just called the cops but Nicole had a tendency to hold a grudge and she wanted to confront the thief in person. She sighed, showing disappointment at someone so sexy being such a cxnt. She hated when that happened. So, she got into her car and drove to the coordinates shown.
She found herself very much in the Hood. The real seedy area. Seedy as in, there were a Church’s Chicken and a Waffle House right next to each other and they both closed down. THAT level of seedy. No sane person would ever be here after dark but Nicole was. She would have honestly felt safer in a warzone. Not to mention, she was well aware of how stunning she was. It wasn’t vanity. It was a fact. Nicole was a total knockout and now, it was feeling more like a curse than a blessing.
However, she came here to find her phone and confront the thief. That hot, stunning, raven haired bombshell with one of the best asses she had ever seen…Nicole began to salivate just thinking about her and she didn’t even see her face yet.
‘Am I really doing this to get my phone back and show that I’m not to be pushed around…or do I just wanna see that hot raven again?’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘Oh, well. Who says it can’t be both?’
She tracked her phone to an old, worn down shack that was tucked away underneath a bridge and surrounded by overgrown grass and foliage. A cliche criminal hideout if ever there was one. Nicole took a deep breath and exhaled, causing her G cups to lightly jiggle before she forced the weak door open.
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