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Sam: Heeey! There's my favorite co-ed! Greasy and fawning as usual, Sam Stone greets Pebbles as she walks into the studio, giving her his usual disingenuous, toothy grin. Motioning for her to come into his office, Pebbles gives him an eager-looking smile in return...inwardly, however, knowing full w

Varsity tryouts is a dog-eat-dog affair, all of the would-be candidates not only competing for a spot on the squad, but also for the the coveted 'cheer squad captain' position. The judges and coaches are looking for someone who goes above and beyond the typical tryout routine...a certain undefined q

Blondie dabs at her eye, looking in the mirror as she cleans off the smeared mascara. Something in the reflection catches her eye...an article of clothing hanging in the attached walk-in closet. Black and see-through, little more than a crisscrossing of imitation leather straps, she'd bought it on a

Sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in hand as he reads the morning paper, Phillip hears the plodding of bare feet behind him. Alice, carry a veritable flaming birthday cake, strides in the kitchen wearing only a black string bikini. Setting the cake in front of him, she hooks a finger ont

Staring off into space, her mind doing a mile a minute, Peg hangs up the phone. The same young couple she'd been dealing with, time and time again coming off as just a couple of freeloaders, want to have another look at the 'Brady Bunch' house. And they want to see it ASAP. .... With no time to retu

With the real estate market back in full swing Peg sets aside moonlighting at "Spoon Time" gentleman's club in favor of her normal, full time profession. Having a bunch of horny frat boys and bikers ogle her while she took her clothes off was much more lucrative, but at least she's getting home at a

It's many years after high school when Miss Pennypacker runs into one of her former students. After striking up a casual conversation, Miss P inquires as to Roxanne's current vocation: Miss Pennypacker: So, what do you do for a living? Roxanne: I'm a dancer. Miss Pennypacker: Ah, Ballet. Roxanne: No