The Porn Roast of April O’Neil (UNCENSORED)
The solar beating down mercilessly on the packed streets of town, as April O’Neil, the celebrated reporter from New York Today, made her manner by the crowded sidewalks in her iconic purple shirt and yellow jacket. Her voluptuous curves, barely contained by the tight Outfit, drew wolf whistles and catcalls from the development staff and teenage boys loitering on the corners. April paid them no thoughts, her eyes fastened purposefully forward, the flimsy excuse for a microphone clutched in her fist with willpower.
April was on a mission. She had obtained an nameless tip {that a} group of misogynistic comedians have been planning to “roast” her in a hilariously inappropriate and naughty video parody. Determined to unravel this Travesty of Justice, April marched straight to the one place she knew the bastards can be: the shady alley between two seedy pornographic theaters, a holding pen for degenerates and scoundrels of each type.
As she turned the nook, April’s suspicions have been confirmed. There, in the midst of the filthy alley, stood a cluster of town’s most infamous perverts, their jaded eyes already roving over her prizes possession as they guzzled beer and made crude feedback unfit for even the dirtiest of ears.
uder breath, April approached them, her microphone raised like a sword. “Are youorms the lowlife degenerates responsible for this so-called Porn Roast of April O’Neil you perverts claimed lauching?” she demanded, her voice slicing by the haze of porn flicks and low cost beer.
The group of males turned to stare at her, their drunken eyes glazed and giddy. One, a brief, pudgy fellow with a fluoride-stained mustache, stumbled ahead, beer bottle raised in mock salute.
“You got somethin’ you wanna say to us, honey?” he slurred, his gaze dipping shamelessly into her cleavage.
The others nodded and cackled, egging him on. April narrowed her eyes, p le to start, “Look, you pathetic little perverts, I’m not wasting my time with you today, , I’m here to tell you that you’re playing with fire, idiot. I’m not some cheesy porn star you can objectify and degrade in your tacky little video. I’m a reporter, damn it!”
The males hooted and hollered, clearly not impressed by her indignant protests. The pudgy one leaned in shut, his scorching, alcohol-laden breath assaulting her nostrils.
“Baby, we ain’t scared of a pampered little princess like you,” he sneered. “You want to make a video with us? Let’s make it interesting. How ’bout you lose the top and we’ll see just how much of a ‘reporter’ you really are?”
April gasped in outrage, the blood dashing to her cheeks. How dare these degenerate dregs of society proposition her with such brazen vulgarity in broad daylight!
She took a step again, mentally regrouping. She wanted to get the higher hand again right here. Suddenly, an concept struck her. Stepping even nearer to the pudgy man, April leaned ahead, giving him an eyeful of her heaving bosom barely constrained by the pressure of her shirt.
“Tell you what, sweet thing,” she purred, her voice dripping with candy venom. “I’ll play your little game. You boys think you’re hot stuff? Let’s see if you can back it up. Forget the video, let’s settle this mano-a-mano… or hold on… mano a mano-o.”
She pointed to her chest, and chuckled in a tantalizing lewd method at her personal joke. The males regarded on in surprised amazement as April slowly started to unbutton her purple shirt. She gave every button an exaggerated tug, permitting a tantalizing fl esh to be revealed with every one.
“Should I keep going, boys? Or do you want to call it a day?” she taunted, slowly revealing increasingly of her clean, tender pores and skin.
The males, in fact, have been too far gone to withstand the temptation of seeing her giant breasts uncovered. They leered and wolf-whistled, egging her on.
Finally, with an nearly exaggerated theatricality, April peeled her shirt from her physique revealing her giant breasts encased within the skinny material of a white lace bra. The day was simply heat sufficient that the bra allowed her nipples to point out feathering and factors by its skinny materials.
“Oh, my goodness, it is warm today isn’t it?” she taunted. With one final flirtatious wink to the lads, April turned and sauntered away down the alley, her hips swaying provocatively because the titillating sight of her bottom strained in opposition to the tight materials of her leggings.
The males stared after her retreating determine in disbelief, sure they’d simply obtained a brand new stage of the final word come-on. When April reached the top of the alleyway, she glanced again over her shoulder one final time to see the lads frozen of their tracks, beer bottles forgotten and jaws on the bottom.
The metropolis by no means regarded higher as April made her exit from the alley, her hips nonetheless swaying seductively. She might have allow them to cop a really feel together with her eyes, however her integrity as a journalist remained intact.
Task achieved, April smiled to herself, having as soon as once more introduced the reality to mild and freedom to justice. The entire city might have seen her provocative show, however April did not care. She had them proper the place she needed them – consuming out of the palm of her hand, and questioning what different treats she had in retailer for them.
It was time to be a hero. April smiled thoughtfully to herself, sure within the information she made all of the boys cower. But all of the baddies would really feel the wrath of the reporter who would clear up each darkish nook of town by exhibiting them precisely what they have been up in opposition to – April O’Neil.
The finish
