Lolli Babe – Hello Aga
Title: “Hello, Trouble”
Hello, drummer. My name is Lolli Babe, and if you thought I was cute before, just wait until you see my free tour to Sin City. I’m officially the new mascot for the Raiders and I’m here to heat up your summer with a provocative calendar shoot that will make even the sturdiest erection quiver with anticipation.
As I strut onto the set, my Raiderette uniform is like a second skin. The sequins catch the light, shimmering and sparking with every hip sway and high kick. I’m greeted by the crew, a motley assortment of hungover photographers, airheaded assistants, and one hunky light rig manager who keeps sneaking glances at me over his clipboard. I flash him a wink before sashaying to my mark, my white boots clicking against the polished wood.
The shoot begins and I’m a whirlwind of undulating hips and swirling pompoms. I pose on the Fifty-yard line, one leg kicked high, the other foot resting atop the giant R. My crop-top rides up ever so slightly, exposing a sliver of midriff. The cameraman zooms in, his lens devouring the expanse of my tanned flesh.
“Get closer, babe. I want the world to see every detail,” I purr, my voice dripping molten honey into his ear.
Next, a shot of me bent over the goalposts, my tiny divide-skirt riding up to reveal the tops of my stockings. A strategically placed Raiders flag obscures my naughty bits, stirring the imagination in a way that mere flesh never could.
“Tits up,” the photographer calls out.
I chunk my chest forward on a frequent exhale, my small breasts straining against the flimsy fabric. A nipple hardens and strains against its confines. The crew are silent, all of them unabashedly staring as I present myself for their hungry eyes to devour.
On to the final shot. The locker room. My heart is pounding in my chest, banging out a tempo that would make even the wildest of drum solos seem tame. I step onto the field and head for the tunnel, aware that every eye is on me.
In the locker room, I strip off my uniform and hang it neatly on a hook. I’m left in a tiny leather harness that cuts swaths across my ribs and breasts, wrapping around my hips to meet in a V between my legs. Encased in clear PVC heels, my fishnets, and the harness, I’m the very picture of a naughty little mascot.
I slip my fingers into the mesh pockets on the front of my suspenders, pulling the tiny shorts askew to frame the bare lips of my pussy. I spread my legs, launching into a series of squats and bends that have my ass hanging hypnotically from the bench. The lips of my cunt glitter with oil as I dance, and the crew are riveted to their spots.
With a final, flourish, I flop forward, legs spread, one hand on my knee, the other resting on the bench. I’m the perfect offering, a naughty littleRaiderette, there for the taking. The camera lens fools between my legs, capturing the dewy rise of my pussy lips. The crew let out a collective groan, each one of them imagining reaching forward and pulling my hips back, entering me in front of them all.
Finally, the shoot wraps and I go to slip back into my costume. But a gloved hand reaches out and stops me. It’s the light rig manager, his green eyes blazing with want. He pulls me close and I lean into him, feeling his erection pressing demandingly against my harness.
He reaches down and unhappy string, popping the bow so that my harness goes slack. He slides it off me as I squirm against him, my cunt now at full mast. He slides his fingers into my hole and I gasp, the pleasure shocking me.
“Such a naughty girl,” he groans in my ear, pumping his fingers into my hole.
I moan and reach down, pushing his pants down his thighs. I grab his cock, stroking him as he fingers me. He’s so thick, so hard. I pull him forward, draping my legs around him. He heels me against the lockers, his cock finding my entrance.
I cry out as he enters me, my back slapping against the locker doors as he slams into me again and again. The naughty public sex feels amazing and I frag my nails into his shoulders, urging him on.
He pulls me off the lockers and fucks me over the bench, my pussy gripping him as he pounds into me over and over again. His hand reaches up to pinch my nipples, the little buds aching for his touch.
With one final thrust, he pulls out, his cum splattering across my back and ass. I cum as well, looking behind myself in time to see him add rope after rope of his seed to my skin. I collapse back into him, trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m going to be late for practice. What time is it?”
The crew share dirty grins around me. The photographer checks his watch.
“It’s 10 AM,” he says. “You’ve got a couple hours.”
I push myself off the bench, already thinking about how I’m going to spend the rest of my morning. It’s going to be a hot summer in Sin City, and I’m just getting started.
