Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
Heather Walker and I became friends when we were juniors in high school. It wasn't until I started spending time at her place after school that I realized her brother was The Max Walker, probably the most famous, and certainly the most desirable guy at Harrison High. When he actually started noticing me and seemed to like me, I thought life couldn't get any better. I was wrong, it was about to get a lot better.
A new mother, Maya, is grabbed in an alley by a black man who, upon discovering her heavily lactating tits, decides he might just have a taste himself...
He's just a horny 35-year-old guy with a foot fetish who just so happens to work in a women's shoe store. One day, a sexy early-twenties woman walks in wanting to buy a pair of Stilettos. This is right up his alley!
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Now that Amber has an apartment, she sets about trying to find a job. But she's having no luck. So her ever-helpful landlord, Carl, suggests a friend, Rick, who is looking for a new PA. So, Amber goes to interview for the job...
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