Jessica smiled patronizingly at April. “Lets just say that we both know that my rabbit hole is open for anyone.”

April understood what she was implying and blushed heavily. She was a very conservative girl, she never kissed on the first date and refused to have sex until marriage. Her strait-laced, self-righteous attitude had left her single. The only male contact she had was with four turtles who she was pretty sure only found other turtles interesting. She thought there was nothing wrong with the way she thought, she was a confident nineties girl that didn’t need to spread her legs to get by. Seeing how freely and shamelessly Jessica paraded herself around, boasting about her open relationship, gut under the old-fashioned reporters skin.

“So you’re a slut?” April indignantly accused. She didn’t care if this ruined her report, she was not going to have this loose woman dish out her dirty laundry without confronting her about it.

“Absolutely,” Jessica responded with a laugh, gazing at April with a curious eye. “I feel free to do what I want with who I want in any position I want. I’m happy, famous and very well liked. Unlike a certain reporter I’ve heard about who is so dense, she thinking wearing a unflattering yellow jumpsuit is fashionable.”

“Don’t insult my jumpsuit,” April hissed, nearly jumping from her seat. She scowled at the lustful cartoon diva, not liking the way she was responding. Didn’t she have any shame? Didn’t she know that children watched her cartoons? There was no sexuality in cartoons, it was wrong. Jessica had to see that. “Don’t you think your hurting America with your attitude. What will children think when they find out the woman they are watching will spread her legs for anyone?”

“Probably that they have a small chance of fucking me when they are older,” Jessica thoughtfully responded after a second to think it over. April’s jaw dropped and not in the way it does when most people are around Jessica Rabbit. Laughing carefreely at her interviews lack of words, Jessica used the opening to strike back at the hypercritical brunet. “I think the old lady here is you Miss O’Neil. What decade are you living in? It’s the twenty-first century, where a woman can be indulgent in her lust without being resented for it. Don’t tell me you’ve never met someone and just decided to screw their brains out?”

“Never!” April screamed out, feeling insulted that Jessica would even ask her a question like that. She was sweet and innocent, that was why she was so popular. The fact that she wasn’t acting sweet and had never been popular didn’t matter. She wasn’t some idiot that thought women belonged in the kitchen, but this was too much. This interview was ruined and she should just leave before she catches something. Getting up from her seat, she never took got to take her first step. Jessica was on her quickly, moving swiftly even with her long red dress. Pushing April back, she landed back on her chair. Jessica stood right in front of April, her huge chest right in the young woman’s face. Staring up past the huge melons, April paled when she saw the sadistic smile on the toon’s gorgeous face.

“Well maybe Miss O’Neil we should change that.” Before April could utter a squeak, Jessica leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders. April tensed up as the sexy redhead pushed her face forward, her luscious red lips pursed together. Unable to move, Jessica struck. Her hot red lips mashed into April’s mouth, kissing her passionately. April didn’t return the kiss and tried to keep her mouth closed, but Jessica forced her tongue past the reporters lips and into her mouth. April’s eye shot open as she felt Jessica’s tongue massage the inside of her mouth, rubbing against her own tongue and trying to get her to respond. April refused to have any of this, even as she felt a pleasant glow begin to build up inside her. She refused to enjoy this, refused to let this slut win. Running out of air, the kiss finally ended and Jessica pulled her face back. She remained close to April, keeping her from escaping by holding her shoulder’s down.

“My oh my, you are a touch cookie,” Jessica responded to April’s refusal to participate. Licking her plush lips, the sex symbol of toons, smiled seductively. “This is going to be fun.”