Sheryll was at the end of her rope. Her latest boyfriend had essentially dumped her, her checking account was a mess, her job was driving her crazy, and worst of all for her, she had a few hairs out of place. She was wearing vans, leggings, and a tight top over her firm C-cup breasts, and looked attractive as always, but also as always, she would whine to whoever would hear her about her looks. As she looked in the mirror of her compact for the millionth time that day, the 40 year old brunette had decided enough was enough, and marched into the new salon in the city that was advertising "BST" stress relief. A sign on the front announced the store's grand opening that day, but oddly, it seemed nobody was around.
"Hello?" Sheryll cried out.
A few moments later, a petite Asian woman emerged from a curtain in the back.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "I am Lynn, and you are my very first customer! How may I help you?
With that, Sheryll blathered on and on about how stressed out she was, and how she had way too much on her mind. After a while, she finally finished, and Lynn went on to describe the BST therapy treatment. Perhaps Sheryll didn't quite hear or understand the 'Bimbonic' part of the treatment, but after Lynn named off the levels of treatment, Sheryll decided on....
Wed Mar 03 23:47:42 2021