Chapter 2: Building Tension
Kim's ass jiggled with a fervor of its own, hypnotically undulating to the pounding beat of Music for a Slumping Bell, the sexiest number in Sex Bob-Omb's repertoire. That ass was miles wide; miles and miles of round, milky flesh. She teased the crowd undulating it, popping it, and bouncing it.
Her red hair, short and wild, flicked softly around her pale face as she twisted and turned under the dimmed lights.
Each shake of her hips, each jab to the air sent those mammoth flesh mounds jiggling. Kim didn't give a fuck. At that moment, fame and recognition were forgotten; only the sensation of her ass cheeks rumbling to the bass line occupied her mind.
People stared in awe at the mounds of ass jiggling before them.
"Damn, girl! You got so much ass for a white chick!" someone screamed above the fray.
Kim barely even acknowledged the comment, just throwing her head back and laugh-giggling to herself as she twerked the night away. She was there to have fun, nothing else mattered. Besides, her ass was indeed the one part of her body she had no problem showing off. She loved the way it moved and swayed with a life of its own, bouncing to the beat.
But as the night wore on, the whispers became more frequent, and the remarks more bold.
"That's not even a real ass, is it? Like, are those jeans just really tight or what?"
"Nah, that's all ass.
Damn, look at it bounce!" Some guy drunkenly shouted.
Kim, already feeling a rush of power from controlling the crowd, loved the attention. She decided to have some real fun. She made her way over to one of the more attractive men who'd been watching her. She lightly brushed her hand over his chest and shot him a sexy look from beneath her thick eyelashes. To her satisfaction, he immediately followed her to one of the darker corners of the party.