So, here's the story— Okay, not really. Here's the backstory on the story.
A couple of months ago I received a random DM on Discord from a woman named VoiceLikeCandy. She asked if I ever recorded any of my stories.
My first reaction was, "are you kidding?!?" I mean, you've read my stories. You know how long they are. Can you imagine an SC audiobook?
But then Candy and Big Ed started talking, and we decided to do something shorter. I wrote "The Chase" as the result of a VIP poll.
Then COVID-19 hit, and the world ground to a halt. But Candy and Ed kept things moving with this story. And now it's here!
Okay, so... who's this Candy person? In a word, she's amazing. Like, amazing. Did I mention amazing? But, who is she? For real?
VoiceLikeCandy is a NSFW voice actress who accepts scripted commissions for XXX audio stories. She releases 5 recordings a month on her Patreon page. Or you may have heard her over the years in hundreds of adult animations, as a character in indie video games and visual novels, or even on Audible, where she records Erotica short stories as Candace Young.
Like I said, she's amazing, and I simply love her voice in this story. She totally captures Brooke and—
I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd better give you a teaser first. 😈
Let us know what you think in the comments. And be sure to check out Candy's page. I think you'll love her voice as much as I do.
- Nick
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Brooke studied her chest in the mirror. The sports bra claimed to have “baseball cups,” but she wondered if the designers had ever seen a baseball. Her breasts looked like first base instead.
Still, she tried bouncing. Then she jogged in place. Her breasts moved, although not as much as she’d expected. The elastic was tight, after all, at least as tight as a racing swimsuit, and those things were like heat-shrink tubing.
God, you’re such a nerd, she thought. Heat-shrink tubing? Seriously? No wonder you’re still single.
She grabbed her tank top and pulled it on. Then she tugged her ponytail free and shook it loose. She turned sideways, checked herself in the mirror again, and wondered—for the nth time—what it would be like to be flat-chested.
Men might take her seriously. They might even realize she was intelligent, although that posed its own set of challenges. Most guys were intimidated when they realized how smart she was, and she refused to play dumb for the sake of their egos. She’d met a few who weren’t intimidated, usually because they were geniuses themselves, but most had been hopelessly shy or so nerdy that she couldn’t stand them.
“Why can’t I meet a normal guy with brains?” she wondered aloud.
The mirror didn’t have any answers.
She snorted. What did it know? It was just glass—silicon dioxide, sodium carbonate, and calcium oxide—with thin layers of tin and silver.
“And the fact that you know that—”
She sighed.
Great. Now you’re talking to yourself. Way to go, B! A psycho redhead… That’s every guy’s fantasy!
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Brooke jogged across the street and slowed to a stop when she reached the park. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sun on her face and the smell of the ocean. Unfortunately, she immediately thought of sunscreen. She’d been so excited about the new bra that she’d completely forgotten. Sometimes she hated being fair-skinned, but it came with the territory.
She couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, so she started jogging up the wide path. It wasn’t very busy, even for midmorning on a Friday. The serious runners came early. Now it was mostly older couples out for a stroll, or moms with kids too young for school. None of them were likely to stare at her.
She ran at her usual pace, which didn’t make her ponytail swing too much. Her breasts didn’t bounce too much either, which was a major relief.
She’d been jogging about ten minutes when she heard someone approaching from behind. She automatically moved right, but the other runner slowed as he drew near. She could tell it was a man from the heavy footfalls. She sighed. He was probably looking at her ass. Sometimes she hated being pretty, too.
“Hey.”
And now he was hitting on her. What did he think this was, a nightclub? She ignored him.
“I thought that was you.”
Lame.
“Brooke!”
She snapped out of her “go away” trance. Then she glanced to her left and saw who it was. Rich Carmichael. She stumbled and nearly fell. She recovered, although she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Of course. I’m fine. You startled me.”
[You'll have to listen to find out what happens. - Nick]
Nick Scipio
2020-05-07 16:04:49 +0000 UTCBig Ed Magusson
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