PROLOGUE:
I tossed and turned.
My fingers grip the blue sheets. Fear possesses my body, but the temptation lingers as I fade into another world.
A door.
Pink.
So bright you feel the challenge of a princess styled aura. As if a Barbie silhouette is exposed beyond the walls.
The horrors of a doll house.
A game.
YOU.
Just the door stands in front of me brighter than Pepto Bismol. I'm trapped in this madhouse. Centered to enter beyond another realm.
My anxiety flows.
I slowly touch the doorknob. It hits me straight in the core and throbs me between my legs.
"Uhh..." a slight moan escapes.
I buckle as this new sensation spreads through me. I'm defeated with unwanted pleasure. I don't know what I'm doing, but the need to turn the knob leaks from inside me.
A click sounds in my ears as I twist my wrist. My breath is heavy with excitement, and I'm helpless as I open it. I don't know how it happens, but I fade into a lair of black and multi shades of pink everywhere. Exquisite antique decorations and custom designs fill the environment.
A pink terror of doom.
Men.
EVERYWHERE!
No Ken can compete here.
Different hairstyles, multi-tones, and some lined with gorgeous shades of pinkish cuts.
Many Bad Boys in Leather.
Defined in all shapes and sizes, walk around, including stone washed black jeans.
Completely shirtless!
Lean and muscle structure cover their broad bodies. Multiple eye colors penetrate you as a pinkish glow vibrates from their irises. Symbols line their skin, and swirls of tattoos cover their large forms.
They are not human!
They prepare for my arrival by lining up around me. Lingerly casually posed in a stance. I can feel their energy. It haunts me. Their power reeks of domination, but submission is their focus.
Each one bows their head in respect.
But only one lifts his eyebrow.
Blond slick hair, almost white, with his pink tips that wisps out. Leather pants mold his muscled thighs and dips below his waist. His symbols are marked at every inch of skin. Only his face is clear, thick jawline, but the dimples that deepen from his smirk kills you.
His marbled pink irises glow.
I'm looking at the Joker, but Ken in pink.
I start to back up, my hand cupping my stomach, as a tingle forces a spasm inside me.
I look down as my fingertips touch the silky pink tank top that barely covers my breast. A large 'P' stretched tightly across my chest. An extremely short black tutu snug around my hips. Fanned out and full.
There is no way I'm bending over in this getup!
I'm too embarrassed to check for panties!
I already leave nothing to the imagination!
I'm like this Barbie style doll, prepped, and ready to be undressed. Tainted and tempted by the lines of muscled bad boy Ken dolls with pink punk eyes. They glow as if my moist perfume scented them with a new play thing!
If I could imagine a pink jeep right now, I would run!
Fast!
Ohh, Fuck!
There it is!
Hot ass pink, shiny, and with big black rims. It's so pretty I want to ride it in style. Sit my bare ass on the seat and drive off freely.
It calls to me.
Ken with the eyebrow steps forward. In one hand he presents the Jeep keys and in the other his palm welcomes me to ride.
Unsure, I slowly look up into his dimpled smirk. A piece of his ombre pink tip moves across his jawline.
I itch to touch it.
Back and forth, my head shifts. The need to move automatically forward makes me take a step. As soon as my hand touches his key covered palm, a tingle shoots up!
"Ummm..." I groan, covering it with my bitten lip.
My thighs shake, and I'm trying to straighten my spine. I can't stop the tremble on my clit. A heartbeat pulses and I'm fighting this need. My knees touch each other as I slowly look back up into pink irises.
A dimpled smirk.
He steps forward as he kneels before me. His broad shoulder shifts through every hard breath. The muscles flex through his wide arms as he lifts his welcoming hand and snaps its fingers.
I question what he's doing when the room fades...
