Mild

From the outside, it was bland and ugly. A huge, grey block of a building, fully one hundred and fifty feet on a side, and about one hundred feet tall, it sat there with nothing aesthetic to recommend it. Some sort of heavy machinery, like large air conditioning units, covered the roof, and from the street, only one, small door was visible. There were no windows on any of it's unadorned sides, and only a smallish brass plaque gave any clue as to the contents.

It had been another ordinary day for Whittney Wilder as she had just gotten out of school, heading home for the day but what happened that night would change an old passion the booblicious girl had forever as Whittney loved balloons as she enjoyed blowing them up personally, sitting on them, popping them, stuffing them in the various shirts she wore to make her immense cleavage look even larger than it already was, & lastly sucking some helium out of them when they used for parties and talking in a crazy high-pitched voice which always made her laugh.

Sarana was jolted awake as the chartered bus hit a bump as it traveled down the desolate Texas highway. The girl shook her head and pulled a pair of glasses out of her pocket.

"Ack, my neck...Kaija? Are you awake?"

Jennifer was getting ready to go out to the club night that she and her boyfriend Keith liked to frequent. It was at a local nightclub, but it was let out for fetish nights once a month, and this night was a particularly good night as Jennifer had recently acquired a brand new catsuit.