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Chapter 5
by
Mewberry
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Fun Fair
Clemens slept wrapped in her bunny blanket in her car. She had very little money saved. So motels were a no go.
The night air was cold. She shivered. Even wearing multiple layers of clothing.
The morning came. People were all about. Her car was parked near a large open field in the countryside. Last night there were no cars in sight. Now it was jam packed.
People everywhere.
They were setting up tents.
Clemens drank some apple juice and got out. She asked an old lady what was going on.
“We are setting up for the Oakhill Fun Fair…” she said.
“A fair?!” Clemens smiled. She loved fairs.
By 11 AM everything from food stands, games, and the ferris wheel were up and running. Clemens was in paradise. She ran around in joy among the people.
She was in line for the ferris wheel. Cotton candy in hand. Munching away cutely. The ferris wheel was so big! She giggled.
“No food on the ride miss…” the operator man said.
“Can you make an exception for me,” Clemens squeezed her boobs together.
The man blushed, “God… Okay…”
She got on the ferris wheel. Another man got in too. She didn’t mind. She was too busy seeing the view. You could see the whole fair from here! Wow!
She munched on her cotton candy. Pink and blue.
The man sitting next to her was staring at her. She tried to act natural.
“What do you want dude?” She said.
He looked away, “I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you…”
He looked like an average guy. Brown hair and stubble. Maybe a little chubby.
“Okay… Take a picture… It lasts longer…” she said.
“Really?” He said.
He pulled out a Kodak Funsaver. 27 shots.
Clemens smiled and did a few sexy poses. One with her cleavage showing. Heavy tits. Naughty expressions.
This guy was being blown away.
She got off the ride — and he tapped her shoulder. She tried not to make a face. Creep meter rising.
“C-Can I have your number?” He said holding a smile pen and post it note.
“Sure thing…” She scribbled a bunch of random numbers, and left in search of corn dogs.
Her number! She didn’t even own a phone!
What's next?
Dish Bad Bish
Served.
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