Dancing for Survival

Chris had just gone through an incredibly messy divorce and, at 33 years old, he was still exceptionally young. He eventually found himself in the very disillusioning world of modern day romance, where the facade of love served merely to mask the surface appearances. From bad to worse, the possibility of relationships became too much of an answer to a flawed picture, and Chris knew life must be found elsewhere. To fill a void in his life that he'd become so accustomed to filling with topsy turvy love lives, he started to search online and after some extensive research, located something that seemed to could offer what he was looking for.

The promise of tall and curvy partners intrigued Chris as soon as he located it, and without too much thought, he ordered a package of instant tall busty leggy women pills. Some of these pills were very questionable in legality, but his curiosity was potent enough to accept any risk associated. After eagerly waiting for almost a month, the package finally arrived, and he happily set them on the kitchen table. With a gleam in his eye, Chris resorted to try one of the pills. He filled a cup with water, dropped one pill and expected the house to be filled with joy, love and emotion because of the new glamour promised by the tall busty leggy women he was promised.

Unfortunately, excitement quickly morphed to disappointment when three pairs of heels and thongs randomly appeared in the middle of the kitchen. They may have brought joy and excitement but the thrill flew away as quickly as they vanished before Chris had his chance to even look closer. At this point, Chris was slightly hesitant but the appeal of the promise brought him back to his eagerness. This time, he wisely took two more pills and prayed that the woman came faster and was willing to stay by his side.

Suddenly and without warning, a tall 6ft woman with a striking presence materialized in his kitchen with long and strikingly blonde hair, a jawline as sharp as scissors, and eyes too deep for emotions to find a way in. Everything the previous women did not have, this one crushed with her signature confidence, a powerful physique, six-pack abs and over-the-top 40DDD breasts. She was also wearing 13 inch high heels and a black thong, with a diamond belly chain that resembled her name. Chris was amazed, what brought him joy one minute slowly felt him with a feeling of uncertainly as time progressed.

She was joined by an equally tall Latina, with an exotic blend of features, including a muscular body, 6-pack abs, long dark hair that reaches her buttocks, a toned and tight ass, and long strong legs. Her thong highlighted her toned muscles, while a tattoo with an infinity sign on her right ass cheek seemed to further exaggerate what fame beauty already encompassed. But the Latina was not alone, a tall 6ft Red-Haired woman also announced her presence with her presence. Top heavy body, a tight and toned ass, 40DDD breasts as well, and long strong legs, she only presented a moment before falling into silence.

Obviously after seeing all the heels from the previous women depart, the three new additions distanced themselves from both Chris and each other. After an inexplicable moment of understanding as they finally made eye contact with Chris, they all announced simultaneously that they wouldn't leave as long as Chris remained intrigued by them. They had indeed been born to provide pleasure and sought to survive through a continuous series of orgies. For them, boredom to the willing customer might prove fatal.

It was incredible to see, it was something out of a movie. The muscular three women where dancing together with synchronized hand moves in the middle of kitchen, their movements making it impossible for their eyes to detach from them. It wasn't long before Chris join the dance and threw himself into the atmosphere as sporadic cries of raunchy bliss ellasmic from their mouths.

The Red-haired weaved her fingertips around her curves and stretched her pelvis as she brushed into the other two. Aspen winked daringly at Chris as she pirouetted and ran her hands around Suri's robust waist. The room became an empyrean of vibrant lights, syncopated beats, and mid-night adventures. They hungrily tore into the air, searching for something only they comprehended, before departing into a wind-swept splendor. The group melded in with one another, giving and receiving, as if motion suggested space.

Every move that was made carry significance and sensual seduction, leading to rapturous climates. Chris found himself spell-bound, every flavor and texture that converged to make the atmosphere in his kitchen fascinating. This was something more than their sexuality, modern love, techno and karaoke, but an obscure chapter of the entrancing joy and inexplicable elation created by three independent spirits under the same roof.

Time blurred into the night again and a profound stillness nailed the kitchen floor. Every woman seemed to suddenly be a livid presence that lingers for miles yet completely out of reach, it was an ineffable but noticeable tension.

Struggling to reclaim a productive space, Chris pleaded and pleaded with Suri, Aspen and the red-haired to carry on with the festivities, but they refused and began faintly chanting in a mystical tongue, their voices, loud and holy. Chris was unquestionably allured, devoid of comprehension and thus obligation to what the three women had commenced, this dread and impish chant percolating like bubbling wine in a silver cup. Chris may have felt at home with them, but these women seemed like they were tired of his incompetence. In the corner of his eye, Chris spotted a hooded figure, with a rather curved human motion, shivering off one by one. The Red Hair wewe was dissolving into nothingness right before his eyes.

As soon as the hooded figure completely vanished the women stop chanting out of shock, maybe the figure scorned them for not being able to captivate Chris enough. just after that the screens at their feet requested further attention from the three women, more duties were added. This clearly woke them up from the trance of their enchanting tongues as they centered their attention upon the unsettling tech.

For eternity, it seemed like the three were about to jump off the cliff into the dark foggy valley of nothingness that replaced the Red-Haired figure. Bitter sweetness swirled around in the room, making the atmosphere electric with sparks of passion and danger. Each eye contact carried the weight of a thousand steps to the abyss, but Chris was determined to not let that happen.

All of a sudden Chris realized they formed an unofficial bond while drenched in syncopated beats, fast dances, and lot of sex. And with no other choice on the table, he started to express his appreciation and admiration for what they were able to do by allowing his word and energy to unite as one.

The result of such selfless devotion was massive, and with a sudden imprint of peace throughout the fog of anxiety. The walls opened their doors to a beam of light and a delta of synchronized noise that spun around the room, now guided by souls listening to the call of ecstasy rather than the call of gravity.

As the sun started embracing the horizon again, the three surrounded and thanked the valiant hero for his assistance, making sure forever would be commemorated for preventing a deadly turn. Although aloof and unscathed, the tale does end with all of them still joyfully, energetically floating together through the atmosphere, as a symbol, as a beacon of devotion, celebrating life itself.