Disoriented, Victoria Falls slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in an arm death chair and realized she was naked. One arm pellet across her dresser covering her tits while the former arm darted between her legs hiding the curly patch of hair's-breadth she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused state of idea she looked around saw ... zilch, virtually nada. Every direction she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only thing other that darkness was a single light shining down causing a circular bod on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her head forward unsuccessfully trying to visit the arena,"What makes that speckle so particular ?"

Her curiosity finally getting the better of her, Victoria slid across to the border of the chairperson and started to resist up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the chairwoman in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached handwriting could continue as much of the crack of her ass as possible.

guardianship her knee together, she slid her purple shoes ..."purple shoe ?"she thought, and, looking at the shoe, she noticed, except for the colour, they resembled Dorothy 's from the superstar of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight cad."I do n't own purple brake shoe ”.

She continued her shuffled walk toward the lit storey arena until, an estimated five feet away, she could read the Word 'STAND HERE'stated within the circle of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in picky,"here I am, introductory natal day suit, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't think so."

Victoria muddled an about look planning to devolve to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't seeable, but still there, she resumed her shambling, but this time away from the light.

After several minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't conceive I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the forget me drug of illumination focused on the 'STAND HERE'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five metrical foot from the highlighted words.

"fine,"she conceded stepping into the light,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her psyche, the unity word, 'DANCE'.

The audio resonated through her idea, through the ( room ? ), through her physical structure and she felt it. Unknowingly, her arms started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole organic structure started to carry to an nameless, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her body, her fire for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to let the restrictions of clothing. Her movements helped with the uncaring display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had zip to hide and hid zero. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than pleasurable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the level, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper body back causing her pelvic arch to go up, supported by her knee, felt the parting of her ass cheeks knowing this would cause her vagina to slowly clear in show to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't wish. She was relinquish, free of disgrace, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to revel in her opportunity to verbalise herself with the most brace release of mania and emotion.

She jumped to her feet, pulled her blazon out to her incline, pulling them back, forcing her to force out her chest like a sprinter crossing a finish line, enjoying the way her tits shock and bounced in chemical reaction to her movements.

Her arms came back to her body, this clock time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her knocker. She relished the feeling of her hired hand on her body and the feeling they created between her peg as they slowly and tenderly glide down her body toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart rate and urging for exemption began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the addition of stock flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to gasp heavily. She had to focus the determination of her will major power over her dead body to repel the essence of exhaustion creeping into the physique of her movements.

One hand reached the showtime of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate destination, the other hand reversed direction to take up massaging her titty and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one handwriting reaching the start of her crack of pleasure the early deal pulled an queer pap and squeezed hard. Letting out a pant of mixed joy and pain, Victoria slid two fingers inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would bear the most affect while the former helping hand tried to reproduce the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her early nipple.

Her fingers worked her joy spot hard and combined with the pap punishment wizard capital of Seychelles felt herself reaching the point of no retort when, ,, ,,

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her alarm go off.

"You could n't sustain waited another second or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"Fine, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to expel her motivation in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the strange dampness of her night dress, went to mistake her invertebrate foot into her slipper which had suddenly become purple, burnished, bow decorated shoes.

The End .