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The intercom clicks off with a short buzz. Left to wonder what’s ahead you meander around the couch and take a seat straddling the arm of the couch. A light breeze in the room has picked up. Which is weird since no door is open and there isn’t even a skylight. Looking around you see some mist rise up. You look around more and mist keeps coming from below. You start breathing a bit harder and finally realize it’s your breath. Is the temperature dropping?

A door to your right slides up with a *shunk* sound. Filling the doorway is a 6’9” tall drink of water. Her hair is a golden blond, tied up behind her both relaxed and regal at the same time. Her skin is a porcelain white. As she walks forward you can see her frame tall and lithe hiding some ripping muscles on her arms and legs. It looks like she could run up Mt. Everest without breaking a sweat. She’s sauntering and swinging her hips. She’s looking straight at you with a cocked eyebrow. You glance down and notice a sizable bulge in her uniform. She isn’t hard yet but she could probably rip that slip of clothing with just her womanhood.

"You’re smaller than I was expecting, A smile creeps into her mouth. That’s ok I don’t mind doing some of the heavy lifting, I’m Regina."

That small breeze you felt is almost a constant cold front getting stronger and stronger. She reaches the couch and you can’t help but stare at her beauty. You don’t realize it but your mouth is a bit agape.

"It’s sweet that you’re a bit impressed but unless you say something soon I’m going to have to put a certain something in that mouth of yours."

She’s funny and gorgeous.

“Sorry, I’m still amazed at the beauty of the models like you. I’m a really lucky guy.”

Her cheeks blush red and she takes another step towards you. She’s only inches away but because of your position on the couch, she is absolutely towering over you.

"I bet you say that to all the girls. Mind if I’m a bit forward?"

You shake your head and before you can react she’s thrown her arms around you and planted her lips on yours. Your body tightens like a rope across your neck. The color drains from your lips. She isn’t just cold to the touch she is ICE. Her tongue slips in like a fat icicle. Your nerves are screaming as if you just jumped in a frozen lake. You start to struggle and pull away falling into the couch. Looking up you can see her barely able to react to your sudden disappearance and as she looks down he turns bright red. She looks down and you swear you can see her start to tear up.

“Oh NO! I’m sorry you just surprised me is all. I’m never felt someone like you touch me.”

"You were right to pull away… my body tends to put people off."

You quickly sit up and take her hand. It’s amazingly soft but shocking to the touch.

“I’m so sorry you shouldn’t feel that way, what can I do to make you feel better?”

She’s still looking down but her bulge starts growing.

"Well since you’re being nice and open I’d like to…"