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While Noelle, Jackie, and Trixie may be the best of Bimbo Buddies, that doesn’t mean the Three Hos of Christmas are joined at the hip, y’know.
While most hookers and whores might think better of standing on a neon-lit street corner in the depths of winter, the biting chill and snowfall is nothing for Noelle Claus, even in her scandalous microskirt and skimpy tube top that do nothing to protect her against the cold. After all, the fire of lust in her loins needs plenty of "logs" to keep burning.
Just a few blocks over at the Permafrost nightclub, Jackie Frost dances to the pulsating, techno beats of a midnight rave. Amid the luminous blacklights and ice-hued smoke, she appears like an ethereal beauty, her moves both graceful as a figure skater, and yet as sultry as a stripper. Won’t you join her for a dance?
Back at their apartment meanwhile, Trixie Snowbell enjoys a rare night of peace and quiet all to herself by indulging in some smoke, snacks, and her hobby of toymaking. Although her years of hard work and stress-filled deadlines at Santa’s Toy Workshop have honed her into a master crafter, the “toys” Trixie builds for herself nowadays are much “fun” than anything she built before.
The life of a Syndicate-owned slave is never a quiet one in the lawless Outer Rim, especially on the Hutt-controlled of Nar Shaddaa. For the former Jedi-turned-bimbos Ahsoka and Rey, two prime bimbo-slut specimens like themselves are often good earners, and are usually kept busier than most...
In the morning, they may find themselves squashed together in a cramped gloryhole at the spaceport providing "free samples" to countless new arrivals of the delights and pleasures that await on a Hutt-controlled world. In the afternoon, they might be set to work as "entertainers" serving up revnog, spice, and themselves to one of the Syndicate's "honoured" and affluent accomplices. At night, they return to their usual routine hooking on the neon-drenched street corners of the ecumenopolis's undercity - but on a criminal-infested world like Nar Shaddaa, it's not uncommon for the locals to take the two hookers for a ride and then skip out on their tab (like the penny-pinching Geonosians). Such ineptitude is considered a serious mistake by their criminal syndicate owners, and any whore brainless enough to be caught out can be assured of appropriate punishment - usually as a carbonite-frozen, public-use fuckhole installed in the bathrooms of one of the cheaper spice bars.
However their day goes, Ahsoka and Rey almost always end it exhausted, covered in cum, and thoroughly fucked from butthole to brains. But for two modified bimbofied skanks imbued with an insatiable lust for sex and degradation, no amount of fucking or humiliation can sate their depraved desires, and always end the night wrapped in each other's arms, slathered in sweat, spit, and pussy juices...
Life on the Outer Rim is hard for any sentient being - harder still for the prostitutes and slave-sluts of the criminal syndicates that rule it with an iron fist. For former Jedi Ahsoka and Rey, their days and and nights in the undercity of Nar Shaddaa are spent bouncing between whatever jobs their owners deem the two cock-addled bimbo-skanks fit for; in the morning they might find themselves stuffed into a small gloryhole box sucking alien cock and reproductive organs of every shape and size. Come darkness of night, they're may be set to work in the spice bars, serving and servicing the "honoured" guests of the syndicate while hopped up on mind-numbing spice highs that make even the foul, jelly-thick spunk of their customers taste like the sweetest nectar.
When struggling art student Selina Kyle (blame her comic book-loving parents for the name) finds herself unable to keep up with the costs of college, she decides to explore less "mainstream" ways to earn an income - namely, webcamming. Amidst the highly-competitive camgirl scene however, Selina must also find ways to stand out from the crowd of scantily-clad sex kittens and set herself apart by doing things none of the others have dared to. But, after all, college is a time to broaden one's horizons, explore new experiences, and discover new things about yourself. As she dives deeper into the world of webcamming, Selina begins to discover some things about herself that might have been better left buried...



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