Luke was tired from all the
drinking and decided to call it a night. He’d queued up for ages to see the buxom
beauty, but his credit card had been maxed out at the bar and he could no longer
afford to gaze upon her sights. With a sigh, he got into the lift and headed up
to his penthouse. He opened his jacket to take out his key, and couldn’t find
it. He patted all around his jacket and dug into his trousers but he still
couldn’t remember where he’d put it. Perhaps he put it in his rear pocket next
to his credit card? He was just running his hands over his rear pockets when he
heard a voice behind him.
‘Now, there’s an interesting
view.’
As he turned round, he saw that his eyes were level with the nine-foot
buxom beauty in her stunning glittery red dress. Her head was scraping the
ceiling, while a small trail of dress was flowing two feet behind her.
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