Meet Pricilla

"Holy crap dude, did you jizz you pants?"

You almost jump out of your skin when you hear the voice call out. The costume department is so vast, that it can often create a sense of isolation, like a national park. You look over at the grey haired student perusing berets, and cover the chalky white mistake in your pants. "Why yes I did."

She laughs. "How'd that happen?" Her eyes switch from looking at your crotch, to your face, to your crotch to your face. You've never seen her before, and you would have surely liked too. She had a model's face, even if her body was lingering in the land of c-cups and flat asses.

"Well..." you lean against a shelf. "I had a very intense, but obviously very brief emotional connection with a woman I might have driven insane." Brooke touched your dick through your pants for half a second, and you unloaded. You would have thought that meant true love, if you hadn't turned her into a crazy person.

"Ah," She shrugs. "Well, it happens."

She's cute. "What's your name?"

"Pricilla."

"like darksouls nice."

"I guess." She pops on a purple beret and checks herself out in a nearby mirror. How'd she get her hair that color?

"What are you doing in my domain?" You looked around the warehouse. You'd been there all day, and hadn't seen a soul

She clucks her tongue, and sets the beret aside. "You know Michael, I don't recall seeing you in any theater classes." She tilts her head, and you feel absolutely dissected by her eyes. "You're in my domain."

You smile back, and take on a very deep bow. "My sincerest apologies costume mistress. If it would please your highness I would love to find a pair of spunk free shorts."

She thinks the request over and crosses her arms. "I don't know... I'm not sure I trust you to keep the new pair clean."

You catch yourself feeling flustered. This woman. "Are you going to make me beg?"

She doesn't say anything and just lowers her gaze to the erection tenting your pants. One of her thick eyebrows raises like a disappointed mother.

"Umm..." You laugh nervously and cover yourself up. "...I'll just um... I'll just be leaving now." You turn around and try to be careful not to knock anything off the shelves with your extended third arm. You'd never felt so cornered by a woman before, there was just something about the way she talked.

"Hey Michael."

You excitedly turn around, only to have a pair of girl's soccer shorts thrown in your face. "Put those on."

A nervous chuckle consumes you, as you look down at the booty shorts. "Of course, beautiful Pricilla."