The Magical Bimbo Bundle!
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Epilogue
Cassi hummed to herself as she fixed another snack for all the guys at the bathhouse. She had just put an apron on, loving the way the air felt against her bare skin even as her tits rubbed against the apron’s fabric. The air was full of the giggles and coos of the girls who were helping their customers get the bestest bath they had ever wanted, not to mention the best sex they had ever wanted. In fact, Cassi had just helped that nice Mr. Wilkins relax, and her womb was full of his cum, the shiny fluid dripping down her inner thighs as she had walked on back to the kitchen. She loved the way she walked when she’d been freshly fucked. It let everyone know that she was the kind of bimbo that helped a guy give her his all! Cassi licked her lips at the memory. Maybe Mr. Wilkins would be ready for round two when she got finished.
She hoped so. Linda and Nancy had been fucked more than she had today, and even if they were her bimbo-sisters, it still wasn’t fair! She stomped, her foot in annoyance, then giggled at the way her breasts swayed from the action.
“I’ll just have to feed Mr. Wilkins myself!” Cassi said as she turned around with the prepared food and walked back, smiling as she caught a look at the front door and the “under new management” sign.
Mark was so nice, doing all the hard work handling the place while he let them have so much fun. He even gave them an allowance for clothes and stuff!
Cassi’s smile grew as she thought about Mr. Wilkins and all the guys coming in that evening. Nancy sure had come up with a good idea to make the bathhouse successful. Who said a bimbo had to be dumb? She had been the smartest of them all!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GREGORY MICHELSON has written a wide range of erotic fiction, both professionally and for his own enjoyment. In addition to his writing, Gregory has traveled across the United States and the world. As a part of his travels, he has extensively studied urban legends, ghost stories and social fantasies, some of which he has incorporated into his own writing. Gregory currently lives in Southern California with several roommates and a varying number of pets.
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Other Books by Gregory Michelson
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Demotion
The Wrong House
Nesting Instinct
Sexclosure
Home Inspection
Her Master’s Text
Latex Bound (The Latex Chronicles Book 1)
Jogging Day
Wrong Turn: Right Destination: The Pendants: Book I
Omnibus of Pleasure
Statues of Desire
The MILF and Her Boarder
Spring of Desire: Book I: Cindi and David
Spring of Desire: Mindy’s Transformation
Spring of Desire: The Ranger’s Master
Spring of Desire: Beginnings
Becoming the Bimbo: Sandy
The Bimbo Mirror: From Andrea to Andi
The Bimbo Spell: Book 1
The Bimbo Spell: Book 2
The Bimbo Spell: Book 3
The Bimbo Spell: Book 4
The Bimbo Ring (Tales of Bimbo Magic Book I)
Carrie’s Fulfilling Adventure
Bimboville: Beginnings
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Wrong Turn: Right Destination!
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Sandy snarled as she drove down the lonely road. Of course Izumi had to give her bad directions. Izumi could get lost in a broom closet. Sometimes she was certain that the only reason Izumi had a job was the fact that she had a cute face, killer ass and the type of tits that would have people screaming “fake!” if they weren’t so obviously natural in the way they moved. They were almost as big as Sandy’s jugs, which was impressive when you realized that Sandy was 5’9 and Izumi stood 5’00 tall wearing heels.
Finally, she pulled the car over to the side of the tree covered road. It’s hard to believe that there are still places like this in America, Sandy thought. The road had run through forested hills and the kudzu overgrown ruins of homes that must have been abandoned years ago. There were crossroads, but most of them looked even more abandoned than the main road she was driving through.
“If I see a bunch of Revolutionary War soldiers, I’m out of here,” she muttered. Pulling out her phone, she looked at the email with the directions. Unless Izumi had really screwed up the directions there should be a little village just ahead. Since she hadn’t seen the turn off here, maybe she could go and get directions from someone who knew what they were doing. Nodding in satisfaction, Sandy turned the engine on and pulled out into the road.
“One nice thing about this place. I don’t have to worry about traffic,” Sandy murmured to herself. Except for a couple of beaten up trucks, she’d been completely alone on the road for the last few hours.
But why did Izumi come here? Oh sure, she could have gotten lost, but Izumi’s a city girl. She’d never like this place. No nightclubs. No bars. No guys. Hell, I don’t think Izumi had ever been out of town before now, and she wasn’t planning on stopping when she took her vacation. Just drive on down to Florida, hitting every nightclub she could find.
Of course it wasn’t that Izumi was in that much trouble— Sandy figured she wouldn’t have been able to call if something had gone seriously wrong. In fact, her voice on the message had been typical Izumi, bubbly, if a bit more giggly than usual.
And there up ahead was a cluster of buildings. The village. Maybe she could find someone who remembered where Izumi had gone, and more importantly give Sandy some directions on how to get there.
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