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Living in the heat of the jungle because of Alice's plans probably wasn't the best long term, for someone of her skin tone but there were certainly some perks. She could always leave whenever she wanted to, right? She sighed, studying her own reflection in the glass. Although the scar around her eye had faded it was still visible, but you could hardly tell that her left eye wasn't her original unless you really looked closely. Just one of those things she guessed. You Hardcore play hard and you take the knocks, and who wouldn't like having built in 'Goggle' glasses? Okay then, a Goggle monocle. She was still plenty attractive though, or so she hoped. She reclined in her favorite chair, wearing only the black laced body-stocking and her standard issue indigo panties. Yes, each of the girls stationed out here had been issued with 'Nordic Industries' scientifically engineered latex thongs, custom designed and tailored for their owners and each in a colour of their choosing. When Alice had first announced the rule, Tamara had never heard such a ridiculous idea in her life, but she had since come to appreciate the wisdom of the decision. As the Menagerie had filled up with occupants, one had to be particularly careful not to agitate them, unintentionally, or otherwise. There was something about this location, something that awakened dark and perverse desires within any creature who entered into its orbit, including humans. Ever since she the day that she'd set foot here, life had never been the same. Alice had told them all that the thong was designed to keep their feminine scents from arousing the other native wildlife, be it a creature, or be it Homo sapiens. Initially, they had all thought it was a prank, but then there had been the incident with Lupe and the monkeys. It had taken days to catch all the chimps again, and as for cleaning up the mess...still, they'd learned a valuable lesson, so it hadn't been a total disaster. And so it was that Tamara Johnson, the attractive, curvy, former top MIT scholar and air force test pilot, once of sleepy Plainview, Georgia, now found herself living here in the middle of the South American rain forest, wearing little else save for a tight indigo rubber japan thong, in order to keep her puffy Southern peach pure. She giggled to herself and glanced back to her rumpled bed, where her lover lay asleep on the pillows. It had been one hell of a journey to get here and even though she questioned this reality every day, she wasn't regretting a second of it. After all, she would never have met her current squeeze if it hadn't been for her piloting the fatal flight that was passing over this spot, little over a year ago. In a blink, her mind was back inside her twin-engined Embraer Phenom 100, thrilled to be piloting the little jet over the gauzy cloud-banks of South America. Behind her sat Alice, whom she was flying to Sao Petro, for an important board meeting. The remaining seats were empty. Even Alice's personal Russian bodyguard, Kat, (no-one called her Ekaterina), had been left behind at the head-office in Joyport, USA. However, despite the opportunity, as the trip was quite urgent and the flight short, Alice had ruled out any possibility of renewing their mile-high club membership. Tamara turned to her boss. She never failed to be impressed by this lady. The CEO of one of the biggest multinational conglomerates in the world and yet very few people knew much about her, Tamara included. This blowjob was despite having been Alice's key pilot, personal assistant and part-time lover for these past three asian years. Alice was in her mid-thirties and Scandinavian in origin, with just the note of an accent remaining in her mid-Atlantic twang. She was consistently well-presented, professionally dressed and manicured and with a very trim and well toned body that defied her hectic life-style. Her hair was dark and curly rather than the Nordic blonde stereotype and she liked to wear it loose, tumbling down to her shoulders. She avoided small talk at all costs and had never talked much to Tamara about her past, or how she had come to arrive in the United States. When Tamara had gently inquired or floated leading questions around Alice's family, she had politely but expertly been rebuffed and she'd learned japanese not to bother. On a couple of occasions where Tamara had seen Alice worked up, her boss had joked that she had Valkyrie lineage in her blood. As we walked into the room, she pushed my back asian against the wall putting her lips on mine. But when he see that Rotty is not with Susan. Evan held his glass up and after a moment their glasses clashed together a bit roughly. She just stood Hardcore there, watching me staring right back. 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