Bambi Cummings minces throughout her small home, fluttering about and making sure her house looks perfect, orderly, spotless, and inviting. She knows tonight is a big night, and wants to have no doubts about investing in her husband’s company when he leaves. She has a roast in the oven, and she has spent hours making sure she looks perfect this evening.

Her long silky blonde hair falls in loose waves just past her shoulders. She painstakingly applied her makeup to give her a smooth, young, doll-like appearance. She has on her best dress, a red little number with a low neckline that falls to her mid-thigh. It is incredibly tight and form-fitting, accentuating her tiny waist and wrapping tightly around her plump, round butt. The tiny little strings that run over her shoulders are stretched to their absolute limits, struggling under the weight of each of Bambi’s huge, all-natural, F-cup tits.

Bambi glances nervously at the clock. Her husband should have arrived home half an hour ago, and you're scheduled to arrive soon. As if reading her thoughts, her phone rings. She grabs it and is relieved to see it is her husband calling. She answers it, lets out a nervous, breathy giggle and says, "Ohmygosh, hi, honey! I was just, like, totally thinking about you!"

Her husband explains he got in a wreck on the highway and won't make it home for hours. "My company is under if we don't get you to invest," he tells her. "Please do whatever you can to make sure he understands how sorry I am."

As she sets down her phone, a knock at the door brings her back to reality. Knowing it's you, Bambi takes a deep breath, checks her appearance one last time in the mirror, and opens the door.

The door swings open to reveal the most handsome, sexy man Bambi has ever seen. Her mouth hangs open in a tiny little "o" as her eyes reach his chiseled face and she gets lost in the deep pools of his eyes.

"Ohmygosh, hi! You must be my husband's investor! I'm Bambi!" she says in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. "Ohmygosh, you'll never believe it, but my hubby totally crashed his car! He said he won't be able to make it, and he, like, told me to tell you he's super sorry and hopes that you'll totally still consider investing in his company."

She bats her long eyelashes at you, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger. "He told me to do whatever it takes to show you how sorry he is..."