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Go to Jacks, to get a new costume


You walk out of your house, feeling your naturally smooth legs on display. The short 90's cheer skirt nicely hides your junk as you walk. You never grew that much hair. Your cock had what most female pornstars call a landing strip. Going from the top of your base upwards next to the skinny muff.

You left not caring if your mother was late to a party or whatever she had going on during this busy Halloween night. You soon found yourself in the town street only a block removed from Jack's. You never met the man but hope you would be out of his shop in less than ten minutes.

The tight cheerleader top squeezing your nonexistent tits. You hear a few whistles that made you understand why women didn't walk alone at night. Even one of these guys could try something, but you knew you could fuck them up if they try any Bill Cosby-type mess. You see the lights on in Jack's Outfitters. You push the easily swingable door open.

"Oh, I thought you were going to chicken out." The shorter black man said to you. Your first real look at Jack as you take him in. He was a short king height, chubby as fuck, his pants barely hanging up off his ass, and had only the sides of his black hair left. "You ready to model for me."

"Will I get any costume I want?" You ask.

"Yeah yeah. But you know the drill. Model first, take costume later. Get it. Got it." He said in his smoked voice.

You understand, but what type of outfits does Jack want you to model for him?



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