Vanessa

Out steps Vanessa Hudgens, in workout gear. You wonder why, but those thoughts are quickly set aside when she approaches you.

“How’s it going Eddie?” she asks. “Pretty good.” She runs her fingers up you forearm. “Well, I hope I can make pretty good in fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, I hope so too,” you say, looking down at her chest. She may not have the biggest boobs in the world, but you don’t care. It’s still Vanessa fucking Hudgens. She says, “As you can see by my get-up, I’m ready for a workout. Do you think you can provide me with the workout I desire?” You nod your head, vigorously. “Good, otherwise I may just need to find another way to release all my pent up energy.”