[F4M] [Script offer] I Would Do Anything for my Hunny Bunny [Jessica Rabbit] [Gentle Fdom] [Femme Fetale] [Dabbling in water colours] [tease] [Lingerie seduction] [foot job] [Frotage] [lap dance] [ Riding you in the office chair] [Film Noir Parody] [I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way]

Yes, I know I am bound for Hell, but when one thinks of the gorgeous, Mrs Rabbit, the epitome of the Femme Fatale, with legs that stretch all the way to Heaven ,lips that could suck start a motor bike and an endowment bigger than Harvard’s! Well, isn’t it worth it? I don’t think any red blooded male who has seen the film has not thought, “why not?”

This is my first attempt at a full blown F4M script. Let me know what you think.

If you decide to record this script, please tag me in the comments or PM me. I’d love to hear your take on it.

My sincere thanks to the amazing u/Hannahslamma for Beta reading the script and providing some invaluable and positive suggestions. You are wonderful , Hanna!

Synopsis

”So here I am. Riding an elevator to the Penthouse Suite of the most high powered lawyer in the City.”

”Why? Because my sweet, little Roger is in trouble.”

”He’s been framed for a crime he didn't commit, and it's up to me to save him.”

”I admit, the evidence doesn't look good, but he said he didn't do it and that's enough for me.”

”Only problem is, no one will take on his defence. “Open and shut case ,” they said, “obviously guilty “,they said, “throw the book at him, “they said... and they did , a whole, fucking library!”

”That’s why I had to come to you, the most brilliant Attorney in ToonTown,, to convince you to take the case, beg you on my knees... You told me I looked good on my knees…”

”You knew I don't have anywhere near enough moolah to pay you. A nightclub singer doesn't make a lot in tips. And my darling husband isn’t popular in movies like he used to be. He’s worth his weight in gold to me, but not to the bank.”

”You said you were sure we could come to some kind of arrangement, already violating me with your eyes. The way you watched my every move, undressing me in your filthy mind, bulge straining against the fabric of your designer pants...”

“‘Down boy’”, I’d said with a coy giggle, playing my part in the game of pretense. I knew exactly what kind of ‘arrangement’ you were talking about. I knew what I’d have to do.”

”So, here I am, riding this elevator like some cheap, little tramp.”

”Except , I'm not ‘cheap.’”

”I'm… ‘expensive.’”

And I Would Do Anything for my Hunny Bunny