169. Little Red Riding Amy
Amy stomps over to the wolf and puts her hand on her hips, too angry to care about her nudity and in full-on lecture mode.
“I'll have you know that it's completely inappropriate to objectify me that way! I am a living, thinking human being with valuable opinions who doesn't deserve to be treated as a sex object! You, sir, have no respect for women!”
The wolf leers, “I have all kinds of respect for women! I respect their tender asses, their juicy tits, their long, curvy legs...”
“Hmmmph!” sniffs Amy, crossing her arms, “You just have no idea what it's like to be objectified!”
“What are you, kidding?” replies the wolf, “I am LITERALLY an object! I know all about objectification. Maybe YOU could stand to learn a lesson on objectification, eh?”
Amy is taken aback by the wolf's logic. She's never had this argument with a literal object before. “Well, um, I don't know....”
The wolf suddenly comes to life and leaps off his perch. He stands on his back legs and lunges for Amy. Before she can respond, he has her wrapped in his arms.
“My, what big tits you have!” he growls, then replies to himself in a falsetto, “All the better to please you with!”
Amy's world goes black but, surprisingly, she doesn't wind up in the wolf's belly. True to his lecture, the wolf decides to show Amy what being an object feels like. When she comes to, she finds that she has taken the wolf's place on the pedestal. She is now dressed in a long red cloak, open at the front to expose her nearly-naked body. Her feet are shod in shiny black high-heeled Mary Janes, her legs clad in silky red stay-up fishnet stockings. Her breasts are supported by a lacy red shelf bra that exposes her nipples, while her lower region is barely covered by a matching lacy red g-string. In the crook of her right arm is a woven basket filled with sex toys, condoms, and lube. Her left hand has been brought up to her mouth, which is draw in an O of surprise. Her eyes are wide with shock, but her face has been delicately molded to convey the sense that the shock is not an unwelcome one; the lips are drawn up slightly at the end, the eyes have a hungry look. Amy looks like she's been surprised by something tasty, and she wants a bite.
Amy herself remains frozen in this pose until Geoffrey Stephenson's next gala soiree, at which she is the centerpiece. The embarrassment of so many eyes on her near-naked body in such a lascivious pose is too much for her. She silently dies of embarrassment.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.