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>be the president of Nessa's "official" fan club
>actually it's not official at all, it just claims to be
>repeatedly get requests from Nessa's publicist asking you to stop
>ignore them even though they threaten to send in the lawyers
>one day you wake up tied to a chair, completely naked
>you're in some sort of research lab with pokemon stuff everywhere
>the chair is facing a nondescript door; you hear footsteps from behind you
>"Oh good, he's awake."
>recognize the voice of that scientist girl who lives nearby, you think her name was Sonia
>she's really cute but you only have eyes for Nessa
>she steps around the chair and stands over you, a teasing frown on her face
>"Good morning, Mister President."
>she bends over to level her eyes with you and it shows off her cleavage
>she smiles, knowing full well what she's doing
>her hand is on your junk and she chuckles lightly
>"You've been pervving over Nessa for a while now. And she's actually a friend of mine."
>the very mention of her name gets a reaction out of your dick and it rises into Sonia's hand
>"Your little fan club needs to break up. You weirdos are a bad look for her."
>who does this bitch think she is telling you what to do?
