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Chapter 128 by Somburliss Somburliss

What will you do?

Play some slots

Slots are fun and easy, so that’s what you’ll go with. You find a machine in a quiet corner away from others, sit down, scan your card, and pull the lever. The machine fires up, flashing and whirling, fully engaging your attention as it always does. But… you don’t win anything. That won’t discourage you, though. You’re obviously supposed to play a few times before you win, at least. It wouldn’t be any fun if you won on the first try! You scan your card and pull the lever again.

The machine flashes and the reels spin, but you could swear you’re starting to see a pattern in the colors of the flashing lights. Ooh, are your latent genius powers kicking in? Unfortunately you lose again, but you feel like you could learn something from the next spin.

You try again, and this time your attention is completely captivated. You definitely see something. You focus intently, **** to decipher the key to winning slots within the patterns of the lights and symbols. You spin again and let your eyebrows droop, forfeiting the ability to focus on anything other than the slot machine in front of your face.


You continue staring at the reels. Not only is it fascinating… it feels good. You notice with some embarrassment, though, that your tongue is hanging out of your mouth. Geez, you must look like a cavewoman. Oh, and drool has dripped from your mouth to form a small pool in between your tits, held there by the airtight seal of your cleavage. That’s not good. In fact…

That’s shameful!

You start shaking your head, trying to clear the sights and sounds of the slot machine enough to figure out how to make yourself presentable. You look around for something to dry yourself off with, but find nothing. Hey, over there, is that Gina…?

It is! Oh god, you can’t let that rude woman see you like this or you’ll never hear the end of it! The last thing you need is for her to add “Waterdish Tits” to her list of insults for you. Determined to make a speedy exit, you stand up, only to find a soft pair of hands on your shoulders. They return you to your seat with a gentle push.

Who is it?

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