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Karla had really given up on dating sites. Too many skeezy guys who send messages like “I love you’re tits bb.” Guys always gravitated to her boobs. It was unfair, she didn’t ask for them.

But this one was more of a dating service than a dating site and it guaranteed a good match or they’d pay you. Only for the girls of course, but that was fine. It was guys who were the problem anyways. 

The site made her submit a video, which wouldn’t be too bad, but first they had a tutorial filled with tips and guidelines. And they wouldn’t let you submit your video until you had listened to it. So she set it on the background and got back to reading Slate in another tab. The audio was pretty droning and she had tuned it out mostly.

Then, she discovered that she still couldn’t submit a video. Apparently the videos had to be in some proprietary format so that they couldn’t be ripped off the site. And that meant that they had to send her a special camera that could record in that format. Karla didn’t think that sounded to be a very tenable business plan, or practical at all.  But she wasn’t running the site, just hoping for either a boyfriend or a payday. 

The site suggested that she watch the tutorial again while she waited for the camera to arrive in the mail. So she did. It hadn’t come the next day either, so she did it again, twice.

Finally, the video camera arrived. It didn’t look like much, though she had to admit that she was oddly relieved when it finally came. She wrote down a little script about herself, and what she wanted to say. What she liked, that kind of thing. 

She turned on the camera, a little pink light appeared. “Hi, I’m Karla,” she enthused, “and I can’t wait to get on my knees and suck your aching hard cock.” She gasped, and clasped a hand over her mouth. That was definitely not part of the script she had written. 

She had to try again. She went and watched the tutorial again, make sure she knew what she was doing.  “Hi, I’m Karla!  I am just a dumb little slut who wants to be your personal slave.”

God, what was wrong with her? Everytime that camera was on her, she couldn’t stop saying the nastiest stuff. It was like she couldn’t control her mouth.  She watched the tutorial again.  She just knew that if she understood the tutorial’s tips better, she could do this right.  She watched it a few more times.

She took a second to compose herself, checked the lighting, and held out the camera to make sure that it had a good look at her tits.  “Hi, guys, I’m Karla!” she said with a big smile on her face, “If you choose me to be your bimbo-slut, I will make sure that you never go to bed unsatisfied. I can’t wait to run my tongue over every square inch of your gorgeous, hard cock…”  This time, the words just sounded right.