Two loudmouth customers talk about girls as they explode, with an embarrassed girl standing on the table posing for them.

"Now that's what I call 'Dangerous Curves', one of them yells.

Leering, the other adds, "Just imagine a girl with a bomb stuck deep in her shaved pussy, groaning, wiggling her ass, and playing with it just for us!"

The first man replies – just loud enough for the other two to hear - "Yeah, and then she lets go and the bomb blasts a big fireball right from between her legs, and we can smell her burning body, feeling the heat from the blast as her pussy blows apart!"

To further entertain themselves, they poke and humiliate her. She endures it - with crossed eyes - until they start poking at her pussy.

The first man says, "Yeah, bitch, your pussy is blew up already, it doesn't need a bomb!!!"

Annoyed, she says, "So, you really want to see a pussy blown up? Guys, you got it!"

She turns her back to them and bends over so her firm ass is facing them, and the subject of the conversation, her exquisite, very tight, smooth-shaved pussy is in their faces. Her whole flesh glistens with the special magnesium based body wax the girl-bombs use to ensure their bodies are fully consumed in the show. She bends over very low, looking at them from between her legs. She cocked her head in an angry manner, and gave an evil smirk. "Now don't get me wrong, I want my pussy blown up, too, the thought of it being blown apart makes my pussy horny. But it has to be perfect, and guys like you ruin it, just because we blow ourselves up to thrill the guys doesn't mean we can be humiliated!"

She turns back around to face them again and squats so her pussy is just above the table. She strokes her pussy with her fingers, "I was going to give you this, to do with what you want, even blow up. Now, instead of having it, you're getting it. I just wish I could see your balls blown to bits!"
The patrons, thinking themselves safe, laugh at her temper. An aide hands her a glass bulb, which she kisses. She knows it will be just seconds before her body will cease to exist, scattered in an inferno as if her flesh were made of smoke. The anticipation driving her to orgasm at the thought of her pussy destroying her and everyone around her, she takes a deep breath. Ready to blow herself to bits, her flesh tingling and her pussy squirting, she smashes the bulb right under her pussy.

The men jump as the bulb bursts, realizing they will not escape… they scream in terror and pain. Her last thought as the explosion blasts around, incinerating her tits and her head in less than a second, was the orgasmically painful sensation of her pussy and ass burning in the inferno, becoming nothing - and loving it.
Before her head is consumed, she gets a glimpse of her cuntfire enveloping her screaming patrons, heightening her death-pleasure and the three of them leave only a smoking smear on the titainium-flake tile where the table was.

As the floor is unceremoniously mopped, and the table replaced, one of the bomb girls watching whoops, "Hope that made 'em happy! Man, she was a lot better than I would have been!"

Another says, "Those were some real dopes, they had no idea what she was going to do to them."

"Not until their cocks caught fire," yet another says giggling, "a second before their balls burned up."

"I'm already planning to do the same thing when my turn comes." a fourth girl says.

"Even if he doesn't deserve it?" one of the others asks.

"If they're in here to watch pussy blown to bits, they all deserve it," she answers, as all the bomb girls - who will be ashes by midnight - laugh…