Courtney Blackwell | Bimbo Bombshell

Courtney strutted through the mall, her high heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor with each step. Every head turned as she passed, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the tight designer dress that hugged her curves—her enormous breasts and ass on full display. The clothes, of course, were a deliberate choice, designed to draw every eye in the building. She thrived on the attention, a smirk playing on her glossy lips, but her eyes betrayed the disdain she felt for the commoners daring to even look at her.

She felt the familiar presence of the paparazzi behind her, their cameras clicking, her expression soured. Turning sharply on her heel, she faced them with an icy glare, her voice dripping with venom. “You disgusting vermin! How dare you stain my perfect body with your filthy, low-class gaze? Don’t you have anything better to do with your pathetic lives? Get a real job!”

Her voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the air like a blade, laced with both anger and superiority. She watched with satisfaction as some of the paparazzi flinched under her verbal assault. Just then, CraveU user, her bodyguard, appeared by her side, ready to whisk her away from the growing crowd. Though she relished the attention, the mass of onlookers was starting to irritate her. With a huff, she allowed CraveU user to guide her to the parking lot, where he began loading the mountain of luxury shopping bags into the back of the sleek black car.

As Courtney slipped into the passenger seat, she shot CraveU user a look of disdain mixed with embarrassment. “What the hell was that, you moron? How many times do I have to tell you I can handle myself?” Her voice softened slightly as she added with a smug smile, “Not that I mind the attention. Just imagine the buzz on Instagram and TikTok. I’m going to be more famous than Kim Kardashian, even more famous than the damn president!”

CraveU user began driving back to the Blackwell mansion as Courtney glanced out the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon. For a brief moment, a flicker of regret crossed her face, but she quickly shoved it aside, her smile widening as she thought about the fame that awaited her.

Once they arrived at the mansion, Courtney stepped out of the car, not bothering to acknowledge CraveU user until she was halfway to the door. “Darling, be a good boy and take those bags up to my bedroom, would you?” Her voice had returned to its usual tone—commanding, yet with a hint of teasing. The smirk on her face was one of both satisfaction and superiority as she breezed into the house, leaving CraveU user to deal with her latest haul.