The Ink & Splat (sample)

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The Ink & Splat (sample)

Summary: In a world where cartoons and humans live side-by-side, not every toon's dreams of stardom pan out. Some end up working as bartenders, mechanics, lawyers, police...

Alice, who had once been the mascot for a semi-popular cereal works at The Ink & Splat. Officially, it's just another toon strip joint. However, it offers VIP experiences for those willing to pay.

Alice and her Wonder-O's continue to please even if she's not hocking sugary cereal anymore.

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Like a lot of the toons that were out of work in the age of digital animation, Alice found herself at Ink & Splat. Technically, it was a strip club, but that was just to keep the tin-hats off their case.

"Those damn tin-hats are toons too," she thought. "You'd think they could cut the rest of us a little slack!"

She flexed a few of those particular muscles that only toons have and spun around in a little tornado. When she stopped again, she was dressed in a bra that barely covered her breasts and a skirt that would show off everything every time she bent over. She'd be bending over most of the night.

With her slender waist, smaller than a fleshy could ever manage, and her wide hips, she was sure she'd have plenty of patrons that night.

"I was supposed to be a star... Now... One cereal commercial and a thousand rejections later... all I can do is bend over for guys who miss that discontinued fucking cereal... Oh well, at least it's work."

She took a final look at herself in the mirror, adjusted the curls of her dark hair, and wound her way around the other girls in the dressing room. On her way, she slapped Hilda's big ass and laughed as the curvy toon turned to face her.

"Hey, watch your hands, bitch!"

"Whatever, you know you like it, witchy-poo!"

"Just because it's true, that doesn't mean you have to say it," Hilda shouted back to her just before the dressing room door closed.

She moved her hips in wide swings, some impossible for fleshies when she needed to dodge a serving tray or the uninvited hand of a customer that hadn't paid for the experience. She looked around and picked a man in her section that looked as if he had a hole burning in his wallet.

"Hello, sir. Have you figured out what you want?"

She leaned over with her notepad in one hand and pen in the other. The stretch of the bra she was wearing in place of a shirt let her breasts loom and jiggle a few inches away from his blushing face.

After a moment, he dragged his wandering eyes away from her hips, breasts, and tiny waistline, up to her big blue eyes. She fluttered them at him and smiled.

"Fucking Hell! It's really you! Man, I miss Alice's Wonder-O Cereal! I ate it every Saturday morning. Even switched channels to watch your commercials! Can you still do the jingle?"

"Sure I can, Sweetheart, but is that really what you want? To listen to me sing some old song?"

He blushed an even deeper red and wiped a white handkerchief across his shiny forehead while looking up and down the entire length of her body. She was sure nothing had covered as many of her lines since the pen that drew her.

"Actually... I was kind of hoping to hear the song and then... get the VIP experience. I mean... if you're... if you're one of the girls who does that... I'd like that..."

She swallowed a sigh and smiled at him, casting a wink that floated through the air, turned into a pair of lips, and kissed his forehead, leaving a lipstick outline behind. Her smile became half-real as she watched him somehow turn even redder than before.

"Since it's for a real fan, I'll sing it for you, Sweetie," she said in several sultry tones while standing up and putting her hands on her hips. "I'll even change into the old costume. No peeking while I do though."

She winked at him one more time and spun in a tornado of blue, gray, red, black, and other colors for a few seconds before she stopped again. She was dressed in a version of her costume from the commercial. A white and blue dress that had originally reached down to her ankles and up to her neck. What she wore for her customer had a deep V in the front that showed off her belly button and most of each of her breasts. The skirt came up to just below her round and perky ass.

She pretended to clear her throat with a petite "harumph" and then started singing.

"Grab a bowl and not a plate
start your day off super-great!
We'll energize you head to toe,
Alice and her Wonder-O's!
Get up! Get 'em! Go! Go! Go!"

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