Thread: Princess Park

To Design From Marketing RE Princess Design Received current designs for Princess costumes and overall look for animated shows. After discussion we were unsure which porn site the designs came from. While the idea was for sexy the result of slutty was not our goal. HR and IT will be down this PM once the web logs for each computer in the design department are reviewed. They will find out who was scanning porn sites from work machines, which is a violation of corporate policy, best if those responsible pack up and leave before IT comes. The result will not be pleasant. We await the updated designs. David caught his breath as he watched the color flood through Paris, like watching some off vision of pixie dust spread over her body the colorless look came alive. Tanned skin, the bared breasts showed no tan lines, which David thought incredible. The pink nipples still hard and pointing towards him as she stood up, the breasts amazingly firm and standing out from her body. With the narrow waist and thick thighs that were hugged together by the pink dress, she looked as if she was caught somewhere between slut and princess. A spoonful of, a voice came from behind and turning saw the Matron floating through the air to land beside him. The slight rattle of tea cup on the silver tray the only indication that she had let any disturbance into the unmovable tray. Sugar! She stepped up, a raised brow at Paris as an arm went protectively around his waist and pulled him close to her, came all over those jugs, eh? The voice was disparaging to Paris, the look, if given in what he was thinking of as the Matron's ghost form, the look probably would kill. If David was not sure that Paris was herself a ghost. Matron, Paris nodded slightly, her hands pulling the dress up and covering her breasts again. The voice gave indication that Paris meant anything but a greeting, if David missed it the look of distaste that broke the heart shaped figure on her lips told him all. The v plunged down to just below her navel, for the first time he noticed that she had a small diamond piercing in her navel that swung as she moved. The light within shadowed and disturbingly at David's feet whenever she turned towards him. Turning around David looked at the ground, where is my backpack? He said in alarm as he broke away from the Matron who hovered behind him. Backpack? Paris repeated hesitantly, noticing the heart on her lips was red on light pink lipstick. Like an odd beauty mark, though it looked distinctly off under her pert nose and bright green eyes. She had a beautiful face, David admitted, high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin under the piled curls of blonde hair with pearls woven throughout the hair style. You brought a backpack here? She sounded incredulous, the heels hidden under her long pink dress clicked on the cobblestones, but she seemed to walk without issue as she followed him back to another of the circles. Yes, he answered her, trying to remember what happened to it. He vaguely recalled it coming off, but was not sure he had moved out of another circle. It has everything I need in it. What would you need here? Paris asked exasperated, the fake French accent vaguely coming in and out as if she was undecided to use it or not. Though most men don't come this far in, she looked at him puzzled then at the Matron. He's already used that cock on Japonaise and London, the Matron said with some pride. Fucked them good, stopping the Matron clicked her fingers and the backpack fell into David's arms. Thank you, he turned to her about ready to give her a kiss, when she leaned over and tilting her head jutted her cheek out to him. Hesitantly he leaned forward, his lips just barely touching the cool skin when she spun around and pulled his head close. Her hand running through his hair as she held him close, the kiss deep and passionate, the breath slowly leaving his body, a loud humming passing between them until the Matron let him go. A look of victory on her face as she looked at him, what's in there anyway? Everything I thought I would need here, unzipping it he opened the main pocket, rope, a couple of light sticks, pocket radio, extra batteries, a poncho, a few protein bars, and two bottles of water. For here? Paris put fists to her hips, the brows above her green eyes raising as she looked at him like he was an idiot. It's a fucking theme park. Is it? He asked her without thinking. Zipping it up, opened another pouch and pulled out the scrapbook. All he had left of his father's memories of the Park. Within it were some photos of him as a baby, as he opened it and looked at one saw the swaddled infant held in the hands of his father who looked about 18, admittedly a dorky looking guy. The odd part was the part where his mother was, that figure was completely scratched out by some sort of knife. You? The Matron asked, pointing a finger to the baby. David nodded, the finger went to the scratched out portion, mother? Hmm, well that is interesting. He's kind of familiar, somehow. Paris looked over and at first pulled back t the picture in surprise, though she nodded in agreement with the Matron then the two noting then agreed turned and refused to look at each other. If you want to find out about that, Paris pointed a long, manicured finger at the photo, you'll need to go there. The hand raised and he saw it clearer now as the area around them had cleared. David had not noticed it, when Paris had colored in, as he was referring to it now, this area stayed colorless. Now it had a shade of something in it, as if in a muted grey but the mist in the center cleared and there he saw on a rise the fairy tale castle, with something that seemed to be a pillar of black fire rising up and disappearing into the clouds that hung low over the park. It's only a model, Paris said as she saw him looking. Rainbow? He said as he put the scrapbook back, thinking again of his mother. Was his father right, was one of these Princesses his mother? Had he cum on her already? That thought aroused and sickened him, yet if one of them was his mother she was about his age, odd how he had not noticed it. The Matron was older, like the age he would expect a mother to be, but the Princesses were all young like him. If his mother was one of them, she was hot. Rainbow, the two said together then resumed not looking at each other. Paris spun a hand and the hedges opened to show him a bridge that looked to be made of glass, below it the thick ooze passed, this time though it seemed to be bubbling or breathing. Something within it stirred, as if it was some sort of large serpent that was waking slowly, moving and rippling under the thick ooze that filled the space between Paris and the next section. Welcome to the Kingdom of Atlantis, he read the archway as he stepped up to the bridge. Atlantis? Really? Paris shrugged, I just work here.