Jane's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a pair of hands clutch and fondle her breasts. She broke away and turned around. "You fucking pervert!" She turned and spotted a security guard walking down the opposite end of the hall. "H--"
"You don't want to call security."
"I don't?" Jane looked at her groper, confused. "Why not?"
"You silly little emo girl, don't you remember? You love it when strangers fondle your tits. Especially when they do it by surprise."
Realization washed through Jane. Of course! What was I thinking? "Who are you?"
"I'm Johnny. And you are?"
"Jane. Jane Anderson."
"Such a dull name. Are you sure your name isn't Cotton Candy?"
"Cotton Candy...?"
"Just look at you," Johnny said. "Those cute pink ringlets in your hair. Your pink makeup. Your clothes. All cotton-candy pink."
"I...You're right, Johnny. You caught me! My name really is Cotton Candy."
"Then why do you go by Jane?"
"Because my friends would all laugh at me if they knew my name was really Cotton. They're all Emo, like me, and..."
"You don't seem very Emo to me," Johnny said. "You look so cute and peppy. There's no reason for you to be mopey. You're happy. You like cute, girly things, don't you? I bet your bedroom at home is just full of cute trinkets."
"Yeah, it is!" Cotton said, smiling. "I keep telling myself I want to start a blog to show off my My Little Pony collection, but I never have the time."
"And your bed sheets, I bet their pink, and the pillow cases are lined in lace, aren't they?"
Cotton giggled, imagining lying on her sheets, Johnny groping her tits as he slammed into her doggy-style. "Wow, Johnny, you know me even better than I do! I'm so sorry for getting mad at you. You can fondle me any time you like!"
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