"So, when do you think you'll be ready," Robb asked with more than a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. Jim, of course, never noticed since she was somewhat drunk at the time.
"Okay, shishter.... You've got yourshelf a deal... *hic*" Jim took the device Robb had found and inspected it briefly. It was small, palm sixed maybe, and had a darkened plastic semi-transparent cover over one end. Jim, even in her innebriated state, figured that it was something like a remote control in that manner, but couldn't find any buttons to activate. "Uhm... How do I... Ooh, it got warm!"
The remote pulsed with warmth twice before shooting a pink beam straight at Robb. She groaned, moaned, then gasped. Her eyes shut and her hands flew to her groin, although whtether to cover it or to do something else was uncertain. Her breathing grew ragged and sweat broke out across the skin of her outfit. "Oh god, Oh God! OH GOD!!" her pants increased in speed and her stomach muscles tensed visibly. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pink beam ceased and Robb relaxed noticeably.
Jim gulped and sobered a bit. The sight of an orgasming woman, especially one that looked like Robb, was a little too much and soon the skunkette conditioned programming was taking over. Her head cleared with a last hiccough and a head shaking. Blinking to awareness she looked around for her friend Robyn, but didn't see her anywhere. There was, however, a package that she assumed was a gift for her. Couple with the pills she assumed were some sort of exstasy (Jim's female self was a little bit of a party girl at heart, and had memories of several intense raves) she headed back to her room for a little bit of a private party. Of course, she regretted the way Robyn couldn't come back to her room, but the girl insisted on keeping up her delusions of male life.
Part way down the hall she passed a security detail. She giggled, wagged her tail in their direction, and winked at the pair of brawny men who smiled and flirted back with her. Being trapped in the compound had some decided advantages at least as far as the quality of date material. "Hey, what's in the box, J?" asked one of the guards. Jim blinked and shrugged. She had neglected to read the label on what she had assumed was her gift.
The guards gathered around as she tilted the box up to reveal... A label indicating the box contained one pink pussy passion erotic video game. "Oh..." moaned Jim regretfully, "I don't have a computer here, just the one back home..."
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