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Naughty Fairy Tale 4: Fake Goldie Locks | ||||||||||
Steve had always wanted to be a motel owner, so he was delighted when he acquired a piece of land in his family large enough to build one on. Partially on a dare from his buddies, and partially because he always wanted to, he decided to make an "adult" motel called the Sleaze Pit. The business grew well as soon as the place opened, with rooms getting checked in by the naughty locals. Located just outside of Washington DC, it was also a favorite of scandalous politicians having affairs. After a while, it grew so popular that Steve added a dungeon-themed restaurant on the side (its slogan was "we WHIP up something good!"). On this spring day, Steve was going to meet with some businessmen to talk about making an entire Sleaze Pit franchise! It would be wonderful, places all across the country where parents could get away from the kids (and still-flexible grandparents getting away from the grandkids) and have hot, steamy nights! The motel was closed for the day, but the doors were left unlocked. Lurking in the bushes and waiting for the building to become empty was a girl who was called Fake Goldie Locks. She used to be a brunette with medium sized cleavage, but after dyeings and implants, she was a blonde that looked like she had two beachballs strapped to her chest. This was a contrast to her comparatively small waist; her pants were about a size 8, but her shirts had to be a size 48 to clothe her huge top! It was a good thing that her job was done mostly lying down, as the weight of her chest pulled her down and forward while standing up. She and her boyfriend made adult films together and released them on the internet, making a pretty good living. In fact, she was waiting outside the Sleaze Pit, sent by her boyfriend, to sneak in and check out the rooms to see which one would be best to shoot their new home movie. Luckily, the rooms had been left unlocked, so she could have a look at all of them. Goldie walked into the motel (the doors in the place were wide, so she had no trouble fitting through), and opened the door to the first room, 1A. She decided that the first thing she needed to know about was which waterbed would be best to lay (pun intended) on. She jumped into the bed in room 1A, expecting it to splosh and splash, but it didn't give much movement at all. You see, different rooms were made for different people in this motel, and room 1A was made for people that liked to take it easy. FGL got up and went to room 2A. In there, she jumped onto the waterbed, not expecting it to move after her last experience. Instead, she got thrown right off! Room 2A was made for people who like a wild ride. Fake Goldie Locks picked herself up and went over to room 3A. She carefully slid onto the waterbed, on which she felt a slight ripple. She bounced around a little, and the bed splashed accordingly. This waterbed wasn't too easy or too wild; it was just right! FGL figured that it was time to check out the mirrors above the beds. She walked back to room 1A, and laid on the bed. The mirror was made so that people would reflect back as a thinner figure. It was okay, but Goldie didn't think it showed quite the impact her large chest made. She got up and laid on the bed in room 2A. The mirror made her bosom look even bigger, (it was designed to make things look larger, it really gave the men a boost of confidence!) but she thought it made it made her butt look too big. She sighed, and went to room 3A. The mirror had no tricks to it; everything looked as it was. FGL's body reflected back shapely, but with an enormous chest. She was happy with that result. Goldie wanted some entertainment, so she went to check the "classic film" titles that were in each room. In room 1A, there was a flick called Transvestites In Paris. "Nah, too much sightseeing," she thought. In room 2A, there was one called Extreme Bondage On A Tropical Island. "Nope, too confining and too sandy," she felt. FGL went into room 3A, finding a film titled Rolling In the Hay: With Your Horse! "Well, it's not something I'm personally into, but it's just too tempting to see what this is all about!" said Fake Goldie Locks. FGL's back was getting tired, as it often did, carrying the weight of her bosom. To relieve this, she went to the "kit" that was in each room and pulled out a phallic-shaped object. She put the horse movie on, laid down on the gently moving bed, turned the vibrator on, and placed it on her back. Goldie was very comfortable, and quickly fell asleep. Two hours later, Steve arrived back at the motel. He was grinning ear-to-ear, as he had made a deal to have Sleaze Pits built in 5 more locations! It would take money to invest, but did it ever reap what was sowed! He got out of his car and walked up to the front door, which was open. Finding this odd, he went inside to check it out. The first 3 rooms, 1A, 2A, and 3A were all left open by a crack. Steve walked inside room 1A, and seeing the indent in the hardly-moving waterbed, he thought, "Someone's been laying in this bed!" He raced into room 2A, and again knew that someone had been laying there when he saw the messed up sheets caused from throwing someone off. Something interesting started to happen at this moment. Steve was still standing in room 2A as Goldie was waking up. She had largely ignored the horsey flick, as she had been sleeping most of the time. She reached for the vibrator, rubbing a sore spot on her back. Feeling relief, she moaned in pleasure. As that occured, a loud neigh was heard from the TV. Her back had another sore spot, which she rubbed and moaned in relief again, as the horse whinnied louder. FGL didn't know there was anyone else in the building, so she didn't make much of this odd coincidence.. In fact, she put the vibrator on a high level from the medium it was at, and it gave a loud buzz. She continued to make noise, and so did the horse on the TV! Steve's jaw was dropping as he heard the sounds in the room next to him. A woman had broken in, and there was a neighing horse, moans, and a buzzing to be heard! Steve walked to the door of room 3A, not sure he wanted to see what was going on, but he got up his courage to fling open the door. Fake Goldie Locks jumped up and screamed. She shouted a bunch of "I'm sorry" and "I wasn't even watching that, honest!" Steve saw what had really been going on, (sleeping with a relaxing vibrator), and calmed down, asking what she was doing there in the first place. Goldie explained that her boyfriend wanted her to make a movie to sell, and he had asked her to check out the rooms to find the best set. Steve, although having owned the Sleaze Pit for a few years, was kind of surprised at this situation. I mean, a guy sending his girl to enter a hotel just to find a room to make a movie in? He and FGL got to talking, and she expressed that she felt that her boyfriend was more into feeding his ego (everyone on the 'net seeing what a great lover he was) than being with her during the making of the videos. "So, is he really that great of a lover?" asked Steve. "Well...no, but I do get good profits from the movies we make," said Goldie. "But don't you get anything out of it besides that?" wondered Steve. With a wink, FGL said, "Get anything out of it? I can't tell when I'm getting anything in from it! Steve gave a gasp and a roaring laugh, then said, "He lacks that much in size?" "I've smoked bigger cigarettes!" joked FGL. A car could be heard pulling up outside the motel. Goldie looked out the room's window, and there was Mr. Teeny Weeny himself coming to pick her up. Fake Goldie Locks really didn't want to continue her career with him, so she and Steve hatched a plan. As her boyfriend walked into the Sleaze Pit, they turned up the volume on the TV and started making noises. Her boyfriend heard his girlfriend and male moaning, and instantly got a bad feeling. Then the words rang out- "Oh baby, oh baby, with my boyfriend's miniature boat, he could never put the motion in this ocean!" Teeny Weeny frowned, deep down knowing that it was all too true. He was about to knock on the door and face FGL, but then it got even worse. Sounds of happy horses loudly neighing were heard, along with square dancing music with shouting farmers! The picking banjos were too much; Tenny Weeny knew something deeply disturbing was going on in there! He couldn't take any more of it, so he ran out screaming, and his car quickly took off. Goldie and Steve laughed and cheered at their success, high-fiving each other. She picked up the remote, turned the volume down, and turned the TV off. FGL was happy, but what was she going to do for a living now? Steve told her about the plans to build more Sleaze Pits, and that she could most likely have a job as a manager of one of them. She was overjoyed; she knew that her life would become different and better. The Sleaze Pit Corporation was soon founded, and FGL bought stock in it. Five more locations were built, and she became manager of one of them. It was a job she loved, and she always looked forward to a call from Steve, who was her boss now. These new places did so well, eventually a Sleaze Pit was erected (pun intended!) in every state. Stock prices shot up, making both Steve and Goldie a fortune. They soon married, and went on to make movies of their own, some in that same motel room where they first met! (These stayed offline, though.) FGL's ex found a way back into making videos, but it was a BOYFRIEND that took up his next offer. THE END |