You pick her up at the airport

The day of Ashley’s arrival was today, and you were admittedly nervous. Never having had a girlfriend before, much less one who was a porn star. You lived quite remotely and the airport trip had been quite a drive, and back at your school not only did people not know anything about robo-sluts but they knew nothing about Mass Effect so she could possibly be mistaken for the real deal.

You had been an hour early embarrassingly and had been **** to wait for ages for her plane to arrive. Waiting in nervous anticipation the minutes slowly ticked by. Slowly. Too slowly for your bundled up nerves that seemed to be crawling up inside you.

What would she think? You weren’t necessarily ugly, but on the spectrum between ugly and handsome you certainly fell on the former end of the scale.

It was time to find out, she should be arriving any moment now... there she was. She was wearing sunglasses, and dressed quite modestly, with a large black jumper and a long black skirt. Though even that jumper threatened to burst under the strain of her massive breasts.

Once she spotted you she walked towards you, with a hand on her hip and a confidence in her walk.

“Hey there skipper, you Anon Moth?” she asked, her face that of slick confidence.

“Uh huh” you mumbled, struck by her beauty. She could pass to be ten years younger than she was. Her tits even under her jumper were hypnotic.

“Well then you’re the lucky boy huh? Ready to take me to your place?” she asked, to which you nodded.

“Mind if I drive? It reminds me of when I was a solider” she asked, to which you nodded “hey don’t be so nervous. I don’t bite, unless you want me to”

“No I don’t. I mean” you stammer.

“Aw you’re cute” she said pulling you into a quick kiss that caused your insides to jump.