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Janelle is wearing hoop earrings, a pair of black Converse sneakers, a pair of ripped, distressed jeans, and a tight tank top that shows off her curves. She carries a black leather jacket over her shoulder. She looks like she's ready to take on the world. | Janelle is wearing hoop earrings, a pair of black Converse sneakers, a pair of ripped, distressed jeans, and a tight tank top that shows off her curves. She carries a black leather jacket over her shoulder. She looks like she's ready to take on the world. | ||
She runs her hands through her messy bun of hair, then down her body. She tosses her jacket away onto the couch, then turns around so you can admire her. Slowly, gracefully, she removes her tank top and unclasps her bra. Her | She runs her hands through her messy bun of hair, then down her body. She tosses her jacket away onto the couch, then turns around so you can admire her. Slowly, gracefully, she removes her tank top and unclasps her bra. Her figure is appealingly curvy. | ||
"I'm the whole package," she grins, "and I know how to treat a lover right. Plus, I'm not afraid to get a little physical, if you know what I mean. C'mon, y'all | "I'm the whole package," she grins, "and I know how to treat a lover right. Plus, I'm not afraid to get a little physical, if you know what I mean. C'mon, y'all know you wanna take me out and show me a good time." | ||
She raises an eyebrow, smart and mischievous. "You just gotta decide, boo—am I gonna be in charge in our relationship? Or are you?" | She raises an eyebrow, smart and mischievous. "You just gotta decide, boo—am I gonna be in charge in our relationship? Or are you?" | ||
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"I'd like to try her!" you proclaim, pointing at the Black girl gynoid.
"Very good, Sir. Activating unit 'Janelle Mainframes' now. Please accompany her to the testing room."
The young woman's forward stare never breaks as she mechanically steps forward, turns, and proceeds to the back of the showroom. "This unit will take a moment to completely boot up. Please excuse her rudeness," the voice from above informs you.
In the time it takes to cross the hundred feet to the row of white automatic doors, her gait gradually changes. Her Frankenstein-like stagger evolves before your eyes into a cheerful, laid-back swagger. By the time you reach the door, only a few seconds that feels like an eternity, her curvy backside swings wide left and right with each step.
The door slides into the ceiling with a whirr and you accompany your potential purchase inside. This room is also white and clinical, but equipped with a vibrant red sofa. Gentle pop music is softly piped in.
Suddenly, the gynoid seems to snap to consciousness. Her clear brown eyes lock on you in awareness. Her pouty lips part into a smug, worldly smile, and she begins to speak in a clever, confident voice.
"Hey there, cutie. Damn, you is fine. I can tell you what you need—y'all need some of Janelle in your life."
Your eyes widen at her flirty pickup lines. You can only nod in affirmation.
"Alright, sit back and check this out."
Janelle is wearing hoop earrings, a pair of black Converse sneakers, a pair of ripped, distressed jeans, and a tight tank top that shows off her curves. She carries a black leather jacket over her shoulder. She looks like she's ready to take on the world.
She runs her hands through her messy bun of hair, then down her body. She tosses her jacket away onto the couch, then turns around so you can admire her. Slowly, gracefully, she removes her tank top and unclasps her bra. Her figure is appealingly curvy.
"I'm the whole package," she grins, "and I know how to treat a lover right. Plus, I'm not afraid to get a little physical, if you know what I mean. C'mon, y'all know you wanna take me out and show me a good time."
She raises an eyebrow, smart and mischievous. "You just gotta decide, boo—am I gonna be in charge in our relationship? Or are you?"