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by Skidmark

"So I've been meaning to ask you... what's with the harem outfit you got on?"

Rachel looked down at the cute petite red-haired woman in front of her while she quickly thought of a believable response to give to her question. The silver bracelets that adorned her right wrist clinked together as she raised her hand to momentarily scratch her head. What could I tell her, she thought to herself, I can't tell her the truth, at least not right now; think Rachel, think! "Ummm... I'm, uhhh... performing in a play downtown; it's about a Middle Eastern sheik and I'm playing one of his concubines."

"Ohhh, okay" replied the redhead, "for a minute I thought you worked as a harem dancer at a restaurant."

"No... no, I'm just a small-time actress, on my way to rehearsal."

"Well, I got a confession to make" purred the redhead, "I was kinda hoping you actually were a belly dancer; that way you can show me some of the moves you've learned." The petite young lady then put her hand up to her head and twirled a few locks of her fiery red hair around her finger.

"Oh, wow, ummm... yeah, sure" a now-blushing Rachel stammered.

This was turning out to be one terrific day for this young girl in the pink tube top, translucent harem pants and lavender-colored sandals. At first she felt a little apprehensive when she found herself being let out in the middle of a city park, especially dressed the way she was. But as she nervously walked around she started to notice quite a number of colorful fancy-dressed street artists throughout the park doing their zany performances for the crowds that gathered around them. A relieved Rachel concluded that she could easily pass herself off as a fellow performer, who at the time was 'just walking around taking a break' before her next show. It seemed to work because hardly anyone in the park that day gave her a peculiar look... well, not everyone.

While strolling confidently amongst the tall trees and bright-colored flowers, Rachel spied the young redhead walking towrads her, giving her a rather curious glance as she did. She walked up to her, said hello and introduced herself; Rachel did the same. For the next twenty minutes, the two young women chatted about their lives and made comments about the unusually warm weather they were enjoying on this late November afternoon. As they stood on the concrete path and spoke, Rachel took notice of the not-so-subtle body language the redhead was giving out... and she was getting a bit turned on by it.

"So what time does your rehearsal start?" the redhead asked.

"What rehearsal?"

"The one for your play?" commented a now-confused redhead.

"My wha-- OH, ummm... not for a few hours still." Rachel kept up a good poker face to hide her sudden absent-mindnessness. This mental mistake happened because she let herself daydream about a life with this redheaded beauty with the piercing blue eyes. Oh, the thought of her releasing me every morning to fulfill her every whim and desire...

"Well Rachel, if you're not busy right now, why don't we stop somewhere for lunch... and maybe discuss plans for our first date?"

"F-first date?" repeated a nervous Rachel. It's been years since she was last on a date with anyone, so that would explain the nervousness she was now feeling, as well as the reddish complexion her lovely face was once again taking on. "Yeah sure! Let's go!" was her enthusiastic reply.

The cute redhead smiled and let out a small laugh. "I love the way you blush" she playfully commented, "c'mon, I know this great bistro across the street; I think you're gonna like it." The two women started walking side-by-side down the path that led to the park's exit. About ten steps into their stroll, the petite redhead reached out and took hold of Rachel's hand. Rachel swore she could feel her heart race. A few moments later the cute redhead spotted a public restroom located in a small brick building half-surrounded by trees, about thirty feet off the concrete path. The redhead steered Rachel towads its direction. "I'm sorry; I have to go, would you mind waiting out here for me? These park bathrooms are too small for two people and I don't want you to feel cramped."

"Not at all" came Rachel's reply, "it gives me some time to enjoy more of the outdoors!"

"You don't get out much, do you?" inquired the redhead.

"Nah, not really."

The redhead broke their handhold and took a few steps towards the ladies' room door. She opened it, then turned around to look at Rachel. "Don't run off now" she told her with a smile and a wink of her eye before entering the bathroom. When she saw the door close, Rachel put her hands together, bent her knees slightly and let out a gleeful yelp.

"A date, a date... I'm going on a date!" she softly sang while twirling around on her harem sandals. Rachel was so happy as to how this special day for her was turning out that she failed to notice a small pink heart-shaped bottle levitating about six inches over her head, waiting for her to stop her twirling dance. Once she did, the bottle floated towards the back of Rachel's head, tilted over so its neck was pointed down at a thirty-degree angle and activated a vacuum-like system that began to suck up Rachel's blonde ponytail. Within a few seconds, the harem-clad young lady stated to feel her head begin to jerk backwards.

"Oh, nooooo" she whimpered, "not now, please... just a few hours longer... I'm begging!" Unfortunately her request went unheeded, as the pink bottle began to lift the young girl up off the ground by the roots of her golden blonde hair.

Description
ENVIOUS

by Skidmark

"So I've been meaning to ask you... what's with the harem outfit you got on?"

Rachel looked down at the cute petite red-haired woman in front of her while she quickly thought of a believable response to give to her question. The silver bracelets that adorned her right wrist clinked together as she raised her hand to momentarily scratch her head. What could I tell her, she thought to herself, I can't tell her the truth, at least not right now; think Rachel, think! "Ummm... I'm, uhhh... performing in a play downtown; it's about a Middle Eastern sheik and I'm playing one of his concubines."

"Ohhh, okay" replied the redhead, "for a minute I thought you worked as a harem dancer at a restaurant."

"No... no, I'm just a small-time actress, on my way to rehearsal."

"Well, I got a confession to make" purred the redhead, "I was kinda hoping you actually were a belly dancer; that way you can show me some of the moves you've learned." The petite young lady then put her hand up to her head and twirled a few locks of her fiery red hair around her finger.

"Oh, wow, ummm... yeah, sure" a now-blushing Rachel stammered.

This was turning out to be one terrific day for this young girl in the pink tube top, translucent harem pants and lavender-colored sandals. At first she felt a little apprehensive when she found herself being let out in the middle of a city park, especially dressed the way she was. But as she nervously walked around she started to notice quite a number of colorful fancy-dressed street artists throughout the park doing their zany performances for the crowds that gathered around them. A relieved Rachel concluded that she could easily pass herself off as a fellow performer, who at the time was 'just walking around taking a break' before her next show. It seemed to work because hardly anyone in the park that day gave her a peculiar look... well, not everyone.

While strolling confidently amongst the tall trees and bright-colored flowers, Rachel spied the young redhead walking towrads her, giving her a rather curious glance as she did. She walked up to her, said hello and introduced herself; Rachel did the same. For the next twenty minutes, the two young women chatted about their lives and made comments about the unusually warm weather they were enjoying on this late November afternoon. As they stood on the concrete path and spoke, Rachel took notice of the not-so-subtle body language the redhead was giving out... and she was getting a bit turned on by it.

"So what time does your rehearsal start?" the redhead asked.

"What rehearsal?"

"The one for your play?" commented a now-confused redhead.

"My wha-- OH, ummm... not for a few hours still." Rachel kept up a good poker face to hide her sudden absent-mindnessness. This mental mistake happened because she let herself daydream about a life with this redheaded beauty with the piercing blue eyes. Oh, the thought of her releasing me every morning to fulfill her every whim and desire...

"Well Rachel, if you're not busy right now, why don't we stop somewhere for lunch... and maybe discuss plans for our first date?"

"F-first date?" repeated a nervous Rachel. It's been years since she was last on a date with anyone, so that would explain the nervousness she was now feeling, as well as the reddish complexion her lovely face was once again taking on. "Yeah sure! Let's go!" was her enthusiastic reply.

The cute redhead smiled and let out a small laugh. "I love the way you blush" she playfully commented, "c'mon, I know this great bistro across the street; I think you're gonna like it." The two women started walking side-by-side down the path that led to the park's exit. About ten steps into their stroll, the petite redhead reached out and took hold of Rachel's hand. Rachel swore she could feel her heart race. A few moments later the cute redhead spotted a public restroom located in a small brick building half-surrounded by trees, about thirty feet off the concrete path. The redhead steered Rachel towads its direction. "I'm sorry; I have to go, would you mind waiting out here for me? These park bathrooms are too small for two people and I don't want you to feel cramped."

"Not at all" came Rachel's reply, "it gives me some time to enjoy more of the outdoors!"

"You don't get out much, do you?" inquired the redhead.

"Nah, not really."

The redhead broke their handhold and took a few steps towards the ladies' room door. She opened it, then turned around to look at Rachel. "Don't run off now" she told her with a smile and a wink of her eye before entering the bathroom. When she saw the door close, Rachel put her hands together, bent her knees slightly and let out a gleeful yelp.

"A date, a date... I'm going on a date!" she softly sang while twirling around on her harem sandals. Rachel was so happy as to how this special day for her was turning out that she failed to notice a small pink heart-shaped bottle levitating about six inches over her head, waiting for her to stop her twirling dance. Once she did, the bottle floated towards the back of Rachel's head, tilted over so its neck was pointed down at a thirty-degree angle and activated a vacuum-like system that began to suck up Rachel's blonde ponytail. Within a few seconds, the harem-clad young lady stated to feel her head begin to jerk backwards.

"Oh, nooooo" she whimpered, "not now, please... just a few hours longer... I'm begging!" Unfortunately her request went unheeded, as the pink bottle began to lift the young girl up off the ground by the roots of her golden blonde hair.