JC Cummings

Disclaimer: It’s not just sleazy men who have a preoccupation or even an obsession with women’s behinds. Refer to nearly any poll out there, and you’ll see that most men are pretty darned obsessed with a lovely lady’s soft, warm, and deliciously round mounds filling out the back of her jeans—along with all the nifty cracks, creases, and crinkles that go along with those mouthwatering protrusions.

Well, who can blame them? Bottoms, behinds, butts, buns, bums, booties—whatever you choose to call ‘em, they sure are a lot of fun to hold and behold. Firm or soft. Big or small. Young or old. Pink or bronzed. In the end, there’s something for everyone!

But whereas most butt aficionados are content to simply ogle the swaying cheeks of a woman on the street, goose a bit of curviness in an elevator, and perhaps play with the tushy of a wife or girlfriend, some of the more shall we say, ambitious individuals out there really succumb to their obsession and, through trickery and cunning, wind up with handfuls of softness that, technically, they’re not really “authorized” to enjoy!

Oh, well, the bottom line is that female rear ends are brimming with yumminess, and whether their owners realize it or not, those southern attractions just might enjoy a bit of extra, albeit dirty-minded, attention if only these owners could “see the light” and allow their sexy bums to see the light, too. The light of day! 

Addie McPhee has big dreams. This 27-year-old aspiring singer has been working hard toward her goal of winning America’s Got Talent. Alas, while she may have big dreams, she doesn’t appear to have big talent—so says her singing instructor, Daemon Douglas, a man of legendary renown who’s helped more singers receive that all-important Golden Buzzer than anyone else.

But while he may be great at what he does, he’s far from patient—and he’s even farther from ethical. So, during one of Addie’s more disappointing attempts at her audition piece, Daemon flies into a rage, accusing her of one dream-killing offense after another.

Addie is devastated. But it doesn’t last long because her diabolical instructor has a whole slew of “solutions” to her voice’s many disappointing traits. And all of them are dirty.

Dirty and, as far as Addie is concerned, humiliating to the nth degree. See, while Daemon’s methods do, in fact, work wonders, they all require the appalled and shivering young woman to, among other things, strip down to her birthday suit and allow his hands to “assess the vibrational resonances” that emanate from all over her lovely body—even as she sings.

And, much to her horror, they also require her to grant Daemon access to her sumptuous bottom for all kinds of, um, “treatments” that bring out the best in her voice but also come close to traumatizing the poor little thing. After all, how much “treatment” can one trembling tushy take? Indeed, it’s hard enough to sing at a nationally competitive level at all without having a man’s hands and fingers go wherever Daemon decides they need to go.
 
The important thing to remember is that, sleazy or not, Daemon Douglas knows how to turn wannabe singers into stars… Just as long as his students don’t die of embarrassment, debasement, or any one of a number of unpleasantries that this butt-addicted vocal expert can conjure up!

Sure, becoming a champion is a wonderful thing…but oh, dear, at what price?

If cute women, beautiful bottoms, unscrupulous men, and massive amounts of humiliation are your cup of tea, this story is for you! Get your copy today and discover just how much fun a lovely rear end can be when it’s shaking a mile a minute!

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