'Only so young but the fact you actually can pull off being so feminine is beyond me'. This is one of the quotes my dearly loved sister would repeat from time to time, even before I got into this sick job. What job you ask? Not to be so straight-forward to questions but to give a little ––– scratch that, BIG hint, the fact that I show off my body and such just to make fantastic amounts of cash.

However, I dread this only because I was forced horrendously to join such a dastardly company or whatever you may call it. But the fact that who made me join, dare I say it, my ASSHOLE of a master signed me up without any thought of what I wanted to opinionate or the fact he never gives a damn about what anyone has to say unless it benefits him. Sure, I had no choice, being that I'm apparently – wait, just a moment guys, all of you reading this, I got a fun thing for you all to picture! Okay, imagine this: So we have...an older male figure who runs your place or house hold, and he's some times some one you can stand but there's a point to that when it just makes you want to go nuts at times or...whatever. But anyways, what if you had this great dream to do some thing you enjoy and actually wish to fulfill as a nice, non-whoring-yourself-out type of career, until that VERY man knows about it and begins to act like a total dickhead about it but in his own... "sophisticated" manner by dragging you by the wrist to his room, tying you down by his bed posts with metal chains or even straw ropes, then begins to turn you to completely vulnerable without any type of attire on along with his having that terrifying face that practically says, "Hey there, can I fuck you?" but instead he says some thing else, much like this - "BITCH! YOU'RE GOING TO BE A WHORE AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" and soon after, MAKES you go into a job you completely despise but when you find out an advantage of how much money you get, it's the only positive thing that makes you stay.

I mean, maybe not even just that, but finally some other people your own age who have opinions just like you do and won't shut you up just because the co-workers or manager will hear you every word you're speaking! It's always nice when you have a job that sets you up with people you can handle everyday and help you to work out with the other workers who have their heads up their asses and won't give a fuck to help out with any of us...

"Len! You need to speed up looking all pretty for all the fans out there! You know the manager would give consequences and send you to be 'grounded' for the night!"

Oh, speaking of a worker, there was one now. Good thing he's one of those types that would rather help me than molest me like most of the others, especially the manager...god damned shotacon perverts. He designs outfits for me, even if he feels sympathy for me and wishes not to make me seem so much as jail bait for all the other perverts out there. However, I believe much differently on such a person, I don't know if he has pictures in his wallet or what but why else would he be working in a shit-hole place like this? Eh, the minds of some men, I'll never understand... –––

"COME ON LEN!"

Oh god, honestly, if I think about it now, the outfit I have to wear in this whole shoot is just... It makes me regret wanting to go out now... Sure it's like that type of spandex that enables your skin to "breathe" so-to-speak, but it fits with every curvature and inch of my body, especially the leg warmers. Okay, I can't say if this is normal in most stripper outfits or what but it goes from my neck or collar bone, along with the shorts that stop just 5 inches or close-to from my no-no square area. The fact it has a v-neck with gold trim that ends at a point to the middle of my sternum and some on my sleeveless sleeves (excuse the pun), these semi-circle holes where my hips are and a bit above that reveal my skin in pure sight, makes me look more of a whore than intended! I wish I could just... kill my asshole of a master or some one that honestly gets a kick out of watching me show myself off as a potential rape victim that you could totally find in an alley, almost begging to be sodomized or whatever nonsense some people commit "without trying". It's the fact all this asinine exists in the first place anyways and if...now here's an epiphany! What if...all the sick-minded bastards and perverted site-owners were to just all wound up in one place? Now, that's some thing that sparks my interest...if it were only true that is.

"LEN-FUCKING-KAGAMINE! GET YOUR SHOTA ASS OUT HERE!"

Great, along-side of all that chatter and ranting/venting, I'll have to get my photo shoot over with... and for what? To result in having every single shotacon mother fucker see me preform live or some thing to wind up having me raped and "pregnant" in the future! Thanks a lot Master!

I wish that Asshole-of-a-master would die all ready...

Hello my pretties!

Here's my newest story~, yes, poor Len, at least he isn't accepting being a Shota, but blame his Asshole-of-a-master! D:

Oh if any of you enjoy this story too, please review or tell me if you'd like me to resume it. :3