Holly's Sales Training Chapter 01
Holly's Sales Training
Chapter 01
© Cathartico
---Premise---
This story is based on the fantasies of a female reader. In terms of genre, it’s more smut pulp than erotica. The main themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on sexual humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.
Always keep in mind that it’s a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it should be interpreted as an ironic play on clichés and stereotypes. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren’t meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.
---How to make money and gain work experience in style---
Hey everyone, this is Holly, editor-in-chief of this little blog called ‘Très Chic’. I’ve recently started dipping my toes into the world of work and this blog accompanies me on that journey. It’s my goal to capture the ever-changing tides of my personal growth in this volatile and complex world as a young adult. I’ll chronicle my experiences building a career while pursuing my dreams. And believe me, I’m just as curious as you to see where this will go!
So, let’s get the important things out of the way and be done with it! You want me to spill the tea on how I came up with the idea to start this blog, don’t you? Frankly, it’s not that deep. After all, this is what we do in this age of social media! One way or the other, all of us tweet our thoughts and air our grievances. In the end, we all crave attention while looking to flex our skills, don’t we? Let’s face it, we’re the Selfie Gen for a reason. #LifestyleOfTheYoungAndFamous
Ultimately, some recent life changes tipped the scales in favor of starting this little endeavor. Me and my bae Tia just finished our junior year in college, so the big internship was coming up for the both of us. Since we’re fashion design majors, we’re learning the nuts and bolts of making clothes and accessories. What we haven’t learned, though, is how to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As a designer, you’ve got no choice but to go to the fashion capitols of the world, which have horrendous rental fees and living costs. So, it’s not hard to see why we couldn’t afford an unpaid internship in a major city. #StoryOfMyLife
But whatevs! There’s no stopping us, no matter the obstacle! That’s why we looked for alternatives. And in the end, we decided to take a gap year to work for a fashion label. Gaining work experience while earning money? Must be nice. So, let’s get this bread! #SecureTheBag
All right! I started ranting for a moment. That might happen from time to time when something is sending me, so forgive me for that. The name of my blog says it all anyway. As a design student, I’ll be doing more than just writing posts and answering questions. I plan to reblog anything that inspires me (aka all things en vogue and très chic). #InspirationIsTheGiftThatKeepsOnGiving
But relax, everyone! I’m not new to the internet, I’m a digital native. So, I know what you’re waiting for. You want me to dish on me and my bae. So, let me introduce myself. I’m 22-year-old Holly DeLuca, nice to meet you! Growing up, my mom always called me a tomboy because I was a wild child and preferred playing with balls over dolls (no, not the kind of balls you think guys, get your minds out of the gutter). In high school, my wild side made me a legit bad girl with a snarky sense of humor. In real life, though, I was just testing my limits. As if that was a bad thing! But you know society and its backwards sentiments. #MindsetMatters
Anyway, here’s a bit of context: my parents got divorced, so I acted out for a while. Ever since I’ve been in college, though, I’ve been exposed to a lotta different cultures and backgrounds. My mind literally opened up! As a result, my interests have been directed to much more important things. I’ve met a ton of creative and artistic people who are trying to change the world for the better, and I’m proud to be a part of it. These experiences have given me direction and made me who I am today - a strong-willed but open-minded person. You know, an independent woman with firm convictions but intellectual curiosity. #VarietyIsTheSpiceOfLife
All right, I get it! This is the internet, so you’re not really interested in my personal and cognitive development. Instead, you wanna know about my looks, don’t you? Got it! So, here it is! I’m 5’7” and about 115lbs with a slender frame and athletic built. There’s some Italian in my genetic cocktail, so I’ve got Mediterranean olive skin and straight, jet-black hair that reaches halfway down my back. Most striking are my eyes because they’re super bright. Some people say they’re gray, but I maintain that they’re icy blue (mostly because I like the implied powers). Plenty of times, I’ve been told that my eyes are a mesmerizing portal to my soul. Cheesy, I know! But something to flex. Definitely! #IcyEyes
Oh wait! I almost forgot the feature you’re most interested in (aka my boobs). The things we do to keep our readers’ interest, right? So, I’ll only say this once: My measurements are 32-24-34 with completely real and natural b-cups. They’re not huge but cute, and I really like them that way. More impressive is my plump posterior, which is super round and extra curvy. I was once told that my bottom is the definition of a bubble booty. An ex-boyfriend even said my butt was so big you could scale it! #PAWG4Life
But let’s get back to topic! This is a fashion blog, and the name ‘Très Chic’ is not for nothing, because it’s all about the vibe! The last thing I wanna be is another generic fashion blogger. So, I promise to always keep things elegant while making it look effortless. Don’t get me wrong, guys, minimalistic looks and neutral colors are the new black (or is it orange?). But it gets boring when you see it on blog after blog after blog. #UniqueIsChic
As far as I know, it’s crucial to the success of your socials to keep the content up-to-date and rich in diversity. So, here’s my plan: getting creative with styles and rooting them in my background. I’m gonna customize my outfits with exceptional details and immortalize my Italian heritage in glamorous accessories. Therefore, I’m starting with a collection of chunky jewelry (aka big earrings, cross necklaces, and bold bracelets). #LuxuryMadeInItaly
To be perfectly honest, I’m low-key boujee. But only when it comes to fashion! Despite my heritage, I don’t dig the guidette style. Looking cheap and trashy is the last thing I’m going for. And I can't get on board with the whole barbiecore aesthetic either. I know the pretty-in-pink look is the trend of the year, but I don’t like the implicit message. That’s why you’ll never see me wearing a pink piece, ever! #ItalianChic
Now, let’s talk a bit about my bae! Apart from being the same age, she’s pretty much the opposite of me. Her name is Theresa Blake, but everyone calls her Tia. She’s the bubbliest person I know because she’s always enthusiastic and exuberant. In fact, her smile can light up every room and she can lift anyone’s spirit in a heartbeat. #BaeBooBestieBFF
It goes without saying that men are drawn to Tia like moths to a flame. Granted, this is due to more than just her bubbly charms (aka her looks). She’s a slim sweetheart who stands 5’2” and weighs about 105lbs. Her beauty is enhanced by her sky-blue eyes and natural blonde hair that starts out straight and ends in cute waves at shoulder blade level. I know it’s superficial, but the most striking thing about Tia are her 32DD natural breasts that leave any men speechless (and drooling). #TopHeavyTuesday
To come full circle, my bestie’s style also differs from mine. Her taste matches her personality because it’s all about being wild and quirky. That’s why she prefers bright colors and creative patterns. When it comes to fashion, she’s always up for a surprise, often incorporating international trends or retro vibes into her outfits.
Nevertheless, we have a lotta similar interests. We love doing yoga together or battling it out over guitar hero and sing star. Granted, we can get quite competitive at times, but we agree on all the important things in life (aka hitting the spa on weekends and painting our nails twice a week). We even tend to coordinate our styles, like artistic black nail-polish for me and flashy red nails for Tia. Long story short: we’re both baddies! #SelfCare
Truth be told, we’ve been inseparable since elementary school: the buzzerfly and the passionista (aka the nicks we gave each other). Because of this, we decided not to break up the band after high school. Instead, we chose the same college, living together in a dorm. It’s a very progressive university with international flair, which is great when you’re a design student. The classes are exciting and educational, even though it can get stressful and challenging at times. But don’t get me wrong, guys, we’re no bookworms! We definitely enjoy the fun and games of college life in all its varieties. #DormRoomParty
As you can see, we’re pretty much the usual college girls. But it’s not all sunshine and roses as there are some negatives as well. Student debt is piling up, and with the current economic downturn, it’s not getting better any time soon. Consequently, job prospects aren’t real good (more like legit bleak). Tia and I don’t come from wealthy backgrounds, so the need to secure the bag and make some serious money is real. Otherwise, we’d be your classic broke coeds, and that’s not an option! So, we had no other choice but to return to our hometown and live with our parents (or in my case with my mom). But it is what it is, right? #FirstWorldProblems
I must admit that returning to my hometown was the opposite of a dream come true. It was a nice country town when we were young, but the recession has hit it hard. As a result, the disparity between the neighborhoods has grown considerably. Most districts have become bleak. There are hardly any jobs left, apart from those in the local fast-food restaurants. Even the main shopping center has felt the effects. With the rise of online shopping, the place has deteriorated from a glitzy shopping palace to a rundown mall. All over the commercial district, stores are closing left and right. Only in a few areas, the local high society has continued to thrive with a few gated communities sprawling around an exclusive country club and golf course. #HomeSweetHome
In this situation, Tia and I must be glad that we’ve found employment at an apparel store in the aforementioned shopping mall. It’s not a nationwide retailer but a local fashion label that operates several stores in the state. The brand is called Vonderstone. It produces men’s and women’s clothes, mainly targeting the 25+ market. Simply put, it’s not exactly high fashion or haute couture, but rather pret-a-porter and ready-to-wear. #FashionableYetAffordable
All right, guys, chill! I know what you’re waiting for. You want me to spill the tea on our work attire, don’t you? OK, fine! It’s not exactly hooters, but the fashion label still has an official uniform (because corporate identity, duh). It’s a dark green polo shirt with black khaki pants for the salesmen and dark green camisole tops with black leggings for the saleswomen. I must admit that the camisole top is cut relatively tight, and the leggings are quite figure-shaping. But on the plus side, they’re made of certified organic cotton. Apart from that, I’ve tried to hold back on the fancy accessories at work. At least for the moment! After all, I don’t wanna give the wrong impression right from the start. #Adulting
In theory, our idea had been solid: Gain professional practice in branding, merchandising, and management. In reality, however, our plan proved too ambitious. In the wake of the economic crisis, the store had been downsized, leaving only a store manager, two floor managers, and two salesclerks for each clothing department. And that’s exactly where we started our work experience. #CareerArc
OK, I know, guys! Too long, didn’t read. So, let me sum it up for you: Tia and I are currently working as salesclerks. It’s our job to show customers the products and answer their questions. Most of the time, however, we have to stock the merchandise in the retail spaces. The tasks are basic, and the job is far from lit. Still, we’re slaying it like pros! If we keep up the good work, I’m pretty sure we’ll be given more responsibility soon (aka working as visual merchandisers). #GoalAF
So, what do you think, guys? Do you agree that the chance to flex our skills is coming soon? Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments!
---How to cope with annoying superiors and chill---
*BushMaster55: You 2 college hussies must be so proud acting as display dummies! Showcasing those slutty uniforms after all those hours studying for your oh-so-difficult classes. Tell us, your [sic] already standing in the store window as visual merchandise?*
Rude! But it’s the very first comment on my blog, so thanks for that! Still, I won’t dignify it with a response because the question is completely presumptuous. And yet, it shows that it’s time to end the talk about our work clothes. The camisole top and leggings are a bit too tight for my taste, but they’re in no way slutty. After all, women can dress sexy and professional at the same time! It all comes down to the attitude. #SexyYetPresentable
All right, girls! I know you want me to dish on the latest fashion craze. What’s en vogue and what’s just a fad? But before I give you the scoop on what’s the rage of the year, I should give you the outline of the retail store first. After all, you need to know what type of apparel our label offers to get the right perspective. So everybody, are you ready for a deep dive into the Vonderstore?
Let’s get started then! There are two departments, each run by a floor manager. The men’s section is located on the right side, mainly offering leisurewear and casual chic. The women’s section is located on the left side, featuring a wide range of categories from fancy dresses to trendy jumpsuits and from sporty fits to voguish clubwear. Along the right side is a changing room with cubicles, literally lined up like pearls on a string. Along the left side is the stockroom. At the end of the sales floor, you’ve gotta go up two steps to reach the register. Behind the cash point, there’s a small section for beachwear and accessories. To the left of the register is a locker room for the employees and on the right side is a small office for the store manager. #DetailsMatter
Now that everyone’s familiar with the basics, let’s talk about the situation at hand. Today, one of the floor managers returned from vacation. Since he’s in charge of our sales area, we met our direct supervisor for the first time ever. This wouldn’t be anything special or dramatic if it were any other guy. His name is Matt Jacobs, or simply Matty, as he likes to be called. At 6’2”, he has a towering height and a well-built physique. All told, he looks handsome, and he knows it. Above all, however, he’s a typical fratboy with an arrogant smirk on his face and cocky line on his lips. #TotalDudebro
Believe it or not, but on his first day back, Matt wore a pink shirt with a popped collar to work! The rest of his clothes weren’t much better, as he wore all the brands that are the latest fad. He actually looked like someone who jumped on any bandwagon. As if he lacked any individuality! Apart from that, he was also late for his shift. So, what did he do when he arrived? He legit strutted around the store like a peacock. No cap!
“Oh man, is it still a walk of shame if you look that good?” He dropped a dime of self-reflection.
To make things even more cringe, he also raised his arms to feign an apology. When Tia and I saw it, we couldn’t help but look at each other and roll our eyes in unison. That was the moment we both knew that work would be a lot more fun with the floor manager around... irony off! Even so, it only went downhill from there and it happened faster than expected because Matt couldn’t stop bragging about his vacation. Weird flex, but OK! #OverSharingMuch
“That beach break was legit! Total killer for getting laid!” He told us as if we were his fratbros. “All-inclusive my ass! More like, all ancient as dirt! That one blonde coug totally wouldn’t put out. F**king skank!”
“I shoulda taken you along, chicas!” He told us in no uncertain terms although I was low-key surprised that he didn’t call us ‘hoes’.
“Don’t worry!” He added with an obnoxious chuckle. “I’d make sure you ain’t get sunburned, cuz I’d take your temperature every day with my beef-o-meter.”
Oh my goodness! I can’t even with this cringelord! The douchebaggery was real. I almost expected him to turn around and give a high-five to some imaginary fratbro. And so, Tia and I couldn’t roll our eyes hard enough in response. #CringeAF
I know what you’re gonna say, guys! Why didn’t we make a beeline to the store manager and issue a formal complaint? We actually thought about it. For some reason, however, the other two salesclerks let our resident fratboy do as he liked. I don’t know why, but he got clout. So, we decided to wait and see how things would unfold over the next few days. After all, we’re still the noobs around the place. #Priorities
But of course, nothing changed for the rest of the week. In fact, it only got worse because Matt wasn’t just your basic fratboy, he was a real player (at least in his own mind). In truth, he was every privilege ever, literally wrapped up in one (admittedly hot) body. So, I eventually dropped a few hints to the other department head. Surprisingly, though, the seasoned floor manager was quick to point out all of Matt’s hard work. It’s a mystery to me what this ‘hard work’ is supposed to be, but we didn’t wanna be seen as troublemakers. So, we decided not to go ahead and didn’t tell the store manager. We thought it was just an act to test the noobs. He probably just wanted to trigger the independent baddies! That’s why we figured it would fade away if we didn’t let this jerk troll us. #CheckYourPrivilege
What an error in judgement! We were actually miles out! With each passing day, Matt made it more apparent that he was our boss and could cancel us at any time. Acting hella rude, he got in the way more often than he helped us. Instead of apologizing, he always dropped a stupid bro line, even though he was the only one who laughed about it. But that wasn’t the worst part. He made it a point to correct every little detail of our work, even the most trivial things. Don’t believe me? Here’s the most unbearable example: Yesterday, I was advising a woman on a beige dress when the douchebro suddenly interrupted our talk, only to correct me and tell the lady that the color was in fact ‘light French beige’. The audacity!
“Oh, Holly honey, you should know your color chart.” He told me right there.
Oh my god! There was so much wrong with that! The obnoxious jerk called me out in front of a customer for a tiny detail that was completely irrelevant. Not only that, but he also corrected me by using extra small words like ‘color chart’ instead of ‘color palette’. As if I wouldn’t understand otherwise! In fact, he legit talked down to me, looking at my breasts instead of my eyes and calling me a stupid nickname. It may have sounded endearing, but it was only meant to be derogatory. I was so done! I was so ready to return the favor and clap back mad fierce. For some reason, however, I was stunned into silence. #ShookAF
“I’m sorry, Miss! That’s why we have a store policy that customers should always talk to floor managers. Our Holly honey, she’s a stocker for a reason.” Matt quickly apologized as if I weren’t even present.
Screw you! This cringelord made me mad as hell! In fact, I had never felt smaller and dumber in my life. The way my floor manager belittled me when I was trying to come off as knowledgeable hurt my pride. More than anything, it made me feel insecure, which was legit ridiculous! After all, I was a coed while he was a college dropout! And yet, I was determined not to let him trigger me! Even though it left me hella salty, I was fiercely resolved to stay calm and collected. #GoatOfChills
My bubbly bestie, however, couldn’t let Matt’s douchebaggery slide so easily. That's why it didn't take long until Tia was done and clapped back. So, how do you think our resident fratboy reacted? He turned out to be a total excuse magnet. What a surprise… irony off!
You know the kinda people who say stuff like ‘I’m not making any excuses but…’? You can be a hundo percent sure that an excuse will follow! The same goes for Matt, who proved to be a master of bullsh!tting. So, Tia ended up getting the brunt of the blame. As a result, she had to work in the stockroom for the rest of the day, doing some menial tasks like repricing boxes. #HypocriteAF
Let me tell you, my bae was in a bad mood after that! Normally, we chat and gossip on the ride back home. Lately, however, my bestie has become increasingly upset, constantly lamenting over our job situation. It’s low-key contagious, triggering me and creating a vicious cycle of nonstop complaining. It’s actually the opposite of work and chill!
Today, however, was extra! I’m so churned up that I need to dish! After all, caring is sharing, right? As usual, Tia and I had been working in the men’s clothing area when the store manager assigned me a special task. Due to my background in fashion design, he chose me as visual merchandiser to redecorate the shop windows. I finally got the chance to do something that suited my skills. Told you it wouldn’t take long! #SlayingWork
For the sake of clarity, the store manager had given the task directly to me and bypassed Matt. Needless to say, our floor manager was legit offended. He saw it as an affront and took his anger out on my boo. While I redressed the display dummies in the shop window, he gave Tia another task. She had to restock the shelves for some stupid reason. In effect, my bestie had to take the shirts from the bottom of the rack to put them into the top shelf and vice versa. As I was busy with the shop window, I didn’t notice it at first, but in the meantime, two male customers had entered the store, getting consulted by Matt. The two guys didn’t appear like normal customers, though. Instead, they were fellow fratbros from his old fraternity. #OldBoysNetwork
While Tia was busy restocking, the sales conversation was happening right next to her, although it was more of a bro talk (if you know what I mean). To fill the shelves, my bestie had to pick up a stack of shirts from the floor. Whenever she bent down, her green top slid up and her black leggings got exposed. In this position, her tight booty completely filled out the leggings, stretching the black fabric thin. Every time this happened, the bro talk drifted to the topic of fruits. Big surprise… said no one ever! After all, my bae has the rarest type of butt shape (aka the apple bottom). #EmbraceYourButtShape
Your mileage may vary, but I found the dudebros’ behavior real cringe. Actually, it was completely out of place! But it didn’t get any better when Tia moved up the ladder. Lifting her arms, the flimsy fabric slid up her backside, exposing her delicious derriere. This caused the fratboys to completely stop their bro talk. They were too busy looking at her round buns and the little gap between her legs. I bet they could even spot her cameltoe standing out against the material. #NSFW
Cringe alert! I can’t even with these Neanderthals! This was legit creepy! But you know what upset me the most? Matt didn’t help his female subordinate! Not one bit! He didn’t support her either. Not one iota! In fact, he didn’t act like a supervisor at all. Instead, he allowed his fellow fratsters to do as they pleased. And in return, they made sure to let my bestie know. The disrespect was real! #CockyBoys
“’Suh, dude! You gotta tap that ass!” The blonde fratboy exclaimed for all to hear.
“Sweet, man! That booty’s, like, belfie challenge certified! For real!” His brown-haired bro tossed in. “But damn! Those tiddies are fire, too!”
What the hell? This was too much! And yet, our supervisor didn’t stop them. He didn’t even issue a warning, even though Tia was up there on the ladder, shaking and struggling with her emotions. Despite her bubbly personality, my bae looked legit furious. Actually, I expected her to explode at any moment. After all, I had already seen how feisty she could be when she felt disrespected. I remember some college protests where she had clapped back at some idiots mad fierce. #StandUpOrShutUp
And yet, the big blowup didn’t happen. To my astonishment, there was no outburst of rage or blaze of anger. Instead, Tia took a few deep breaths and returned to the ground. Obviously, she didn’t wanna give the dudebros a spectacle, so she simply sighed in annoyance and let the offense slide. In fact, she even giggled as some sorta courtesy laugh. So unreal! I legit hadn’t expected that kinda reaction, not after all the whining and complaining on our rides home. #SurpriseOfTheDay
“C’mon guys, you’re just toying with me.” She said, faking a smile.
“Oh, Goldilocks! You need to be a toy to be toyed with.” Matt was quick to correct her in the douchiest way possible. “I know, working in retail, it’s a lotta stress. But I’m here to help you cope any time you ask.”
For heaven’s sake! He said what? He was such a royal jerk! At first, I thought I had misheard, but to my horror it was all too true! This was outrageous! I clenched my fists in anger and grit my teeth in rage. I was more than ready to intervene. But Tia showed no reaction on her part. Instead of getting upset, she just giggled again, which legit baffled me! But in the end, she was an independent person making her own decisions, so it was her fight and not my place to interfere. That’s why I decided to continue with my work-and-chill strategy, even though it was becoming mad difficult. #MindYourOwnBusiness
And with that, Tia had her own nickname. It sounded just as endearing as mine but was even more derogatory. On top of that, our mean manager had talked to her like she was little more than an object. I swear, he had fixed his gaze on her big rack and never looked her in the eye. Granted, my bestie got awesome breasts, but it was still sexist to the max! By all means, Matt was acting like the douchiest of all douchebags. #PetNamePetPeeve
So, what do you think, girls? Did our supervisor overstep boundaries? Is it time to issue that complaint? Either way, always remember, never mind the struggle and don’t forget to be awesome!
---How to cope with sudden changes and not make it all about you---
*Anonymous: Holly honey! Lol! Luv that name! U want more people to read ur stuff u gotta get to the interesting parts. Stop boring us to tears with that woke babble. btw u bragged bout calling a spade a spade so stop talking like my grandma n call it t!ts n a$$!*
You wish! That nickname will never be a thing! By the way, this ain’t the noughties! I don’t call my lady parts ‘vajayjay’ or ‘vajizzle’ or some other cringe-inducing nick (aka pink taco or whisker biscuit, thanks for that urbandict). I read somewhere that most millennials say pussy or coochie, but I’m confident enough to call it what it is: a vagina! As for my breasts, I’m comfortable dropping a ‘boobs’ in a conversation. When I’m being naughty in the bedroom, I usually use puppies. But I’m always up to new nicknames if they’re tasteful (aka not vulgar). And still, the c-word rhymes with blunt for a reason! I think it’s too crude and rude. Not just for a blog that’s supposed to be safe-for-work, but in general. #MindYourLanguage
OK, guys! Now that we’ve got that out of the way, we can get back to the basics. I bet you wanna know what happened with our player-in-his-own-mind. I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time putting my thoughts into words because I’m all churned up inside. That’s why I need to vent for a moment. So, bear with me!
For a while, everything seemed to settle down at Vonderstone. Work went on for another week and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Not that Matt changed his attitude or behavior in any way. As if! He really is a master at contradicting us salesclerks, either cutting us off or talking over us in front of costumers. On top of that, I’m pretty sure he has created a complete topographic map of our breasts in his head by now, because he basically looks at our boobs whenever he talks to us.
To be honest, I didn’t let it stress me out that much anymore. Instead, I had come up with a convenient deflection. Reading those wellness blogs certainly paid off because it gave me a legit strategy to relieve my frustration. Whenever our resident fratboy made a douchey comment, I took a deep breath and recited my mantra: ‘Take it easy!’ Then I began to visualize the future when I’d dress the display dummies in the new winter collection that I had personally designed for the Vonderlabel. #MindfulLife
Let me tell you, it worked wonders! Actually, it was fabulous! At least, for a week. But then came today. I guess work life is defined as a constant up and down because every day is a new challenge. During today’s work shift, Matt made some major changes in our clothing department and blamed Tia for it. He said it was due to the many mistakes she made when consulting customers. So, here’s the deal: From now on, the retail clerks are no longer allowed to give direct advice. If a customer asks for any information that goes beyond whether we have a piece of clothing in stock, we must respond with a short and simple: ‘Don't know!’ Nothing else! No kidding! I can’t even with this toxic troll!
As you can imagine, it didn’t even take until lunch before I was high-key annoyed. In truth, it was hard for me to keep count of how many times I said some variation of ‘dunno’. Every time I publicly proclaimed my lack of knowledge, I became a bit more insecure about my ability to help anyone at all. The only thing more stupid than the rule was the way it made me feel. I hadn’t gone to college and taken all those difficult design classes to be reduced to a drone who could say no more than two words. The disrespect was real!
In case you missed it, the rule wasn’t just stupid, it also achieved the opposite effect. Since Matt was the only one allowed to advise the customers, many people had to wait their turn. It’s so nice to stand in line and wait… said no one ever! And as a result, client satisfaction dropped significantly. Told you so! And who had to pay for it? The newbies, of course! What a surprise… irony off!
As you can see, no more chill! That’s why I tried to use my lunch break to visualize my future success as a fashion designer. But that strategy didn’t work anymore! So, I needed another way to vent my anger, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it to closing time. As all departments must be staffed at all times, Tia and I split our break time, so my soul sis stayed in the store during my break and vice versa. This time, though, I cut my break short and returned to the store earlier than usual. I wanted to use the rest of the time to have a pep talk with my bae. Unlike me, Tia hadn’t found the right coping strategy yet. Instead, her anger had been building over the past few days. After taking the blame for the new rule, I worried that her temper had finally boiled over and she was locking horns with Matt. So, I thought we could blow off steam together. #AProblemSharedIsAProblemHalved
For the day, my blonde boo had the task of repricing the summer collection and resorting the clearance items on the display tables. Rushing through the store, however, I couldn’t find her. She was neither on the floor nor at the cash register. That was weird! And when I finally found her, things got even weirder! Let’s just say, I was in for a surprise. In fact, I wasn’t expecting this from my bestie, and it left me deeply disappointed. #ConstantChanges
So, what’s your experience, guys? How do you cope with sudden changes in your professional and private life? Do you have any tips for me?
---How to provide pictures or it didn’t happen---
*Anonymous: Details, girl! Spill the tea! You know youll [sic] feel better after telling us. Express yourself n share your feels.*
All right, all right! I guess you’ve got a point. After all, talking about our problems and verbalizing our negative feelings is known to be a source of relief, right? To be frank, I legit feel the need to get it off my chest right now. #TalkItOut
So, let’s dish! When I didn’t find Tia on the floor or at the cash register, I looked in the changing room, a partitioned area with four cubicles lined up along an aisle. Each area is curtained off to give customers some privacy, so I slightly opened the curtain. And I was in for a helluva surprise. Tia was there, but she was busy with her own interests. #ExtracurricularActivity
OK, fine! Details, I know. I opened the curtain a crack before I stopped in my tracks. Tia was standing at the end of the aisle, but she wasn’t clearing up clothes. Instead, she was taking selfies in the mirror. Weird flex, but OK! It wasn’t unusual per se. After all, we both take lots of selfies for our various socials. That’s what our generation does, right?
This time, though, my bestie wasn’t just taking pictures, she was also wearing one of the discounted bikinis from the summer collection. That was definitely unusual! But still, no big deal. At least, until my blood ran cold! Out of a sudden, Matt stepped out of another cubicle and my blonde boo reacted stat. Turning around, she handed him her phone. What a swerve! This was a narrative I hadn’t seen coming. #SurpriseMe
I must admit, I was struck dumb when my bae began walking up and down the aisle as if it were a runway and she were a bikini model. Tia wasn’t just catwalking, though! Whenever she reached the douchebro, she’d turn around and wait for him to take several sexy shots. Granted, the sight was fire! Like a pro, the busty baddie popped her butt while keeping her legs straight, giving her booty a super sexy, round heart shape. And then she waited for the royal jerk to swat her buns of steel. Only then did she strut back. Woah! I had always known that Tia was a little insta-babe at heart, but this was next level! #GratuitousPicture
“Gotta say, your performance, it’s just not up to par. Far from it, frankly!” Matt acted as if he were conducting an official performance review.
“But hey, Chesty! Don’t fret! Your ample assets have always bailed you out before, haven’t they?” He gave his trademark obnoxious chuckle. “I’m sure they won’t leave you high ‘n dry this time.”
In my humble opinion, this wasn’t the right way to conduct an employee interview! But my soul sis didn’t seem to mind. As if! She responded by pulling down the bikini top to let her pretty puppies pop out. The busty baddie even started pinching and rubbing her nipples while flashing her brightest smile. So cringe!
As a matter of fact, the scene was so absurd that it was easy to deny. No one would ever believe me! That’s why I did what anyone in my generation would have done. You know what we millennials say, right? Pics or it didn’t happen! So, I pulled out my phone and snapped a bunch of photos like a paparazzi. #PicOfTheDay
Oh wait! I almost forgot about the details again! My bad! You wanna take a deep dive into this summer’s swimwear trends, don’t you girls? Flirty florals are most definitely one of the more diverse current trends, providing a natural way to showcase colors. That’s why the bikini sported cheerful bright floral patterns. It also had a flounced halter top that created a beautiful bust line, especially with my bestie’s big boobs. #SummerTrends
“I’m sorry! But as manager, I’ve got a lotta responsibility. I can’t allow your slip-ups to lead to an overall deterioration in performance. Now, that wouldn’t be fair to the other employees, would it?” Matt continued assessing my bae’s performance.
Holy mother of…! This was ridiculous! The sight of our supervisor giving a performance review in the changing room while a female salesclerk was naked and pinching her nipples incensed me to no end. That’s a yikes! In fact, it was so grotesque that I could neither scoot nor cancel it. All I could do was keep watching. #AbsurdityOfTheDay
“Maybe, a task that requires less talent is more suitable for your skillset, Goldilocks.” Matt added. “Modeling our collections for the customers might be a better field for you. Let’s continue to determine your suitability then.”
What the heck? Did he really just say that? No way! Not possible! That was probably the most belittling and degrading way a supervisor could ever speak to a subordinate, wasn’t it? I was shook as hell! But then again, I had never worked anywhere else, so what do I know about normal work habits? #WorkSurprises
Anyway, Tia continued modeling as if the douchey tone didn’t bother her at all. Her change in attitude was insane! With a super professional expression on her face, my blonde boo presented two more bikinis. By then, however, it was no longer about the current craze but only about the sex factor. In my opinion, the flirty florals bikini had been drip (aka the perfect size for Tia). But the rest became increasingly tasteless as the amount of fabric got smaller with each piece! #BikiniCompetition
Whatevs! Here are your details: Tie-dye has been making a steady comeback for some time. Accordingly, the second bikini had blue color and a trikini style. In haute couture, this is known as a ‘handkerchief and two small saucers’. However, the trikini was a size too small for my bestie. So, it barely covered her big bust. Instead, it was legit revealing. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, Tia managed to catch me off-guard once again. I could barely believe my eyes, but she exposed her nipples and revealed her smooth slit for Matt to photograph.
Oh my god! What was she doing and why was she doing it? This was so extra! It weirded me out. I can’t even with my bae! #NSFW
But let’s get back to the details! The biggest trend of the summer is shiny metallics, so the third bikini was an extremely skimpy gold metallic microkini with barely enough fabric to cover Tia’s ‘ample assets’ (as Matt put it so nicely). Truth be told, it was two sizes too small! Consequently, her breast tissue got totally squashed and the thong got wedged up her crotch. I’m pretty sure I saw her labia slipping out on both sides. That was nuts! I had seen enough. No cap!
In truth, though, I was super confused, so I didn’t know how to react. My feelings were all over the place, so I had to find a way to calm down before I could deal with this whole thing. That’s why I turned around and stormed out of the store.
Now, tell me, guys, was it the right reaction? Should I have intervened and helped my bae instead? I’m so conflicted! Anyways, hugs and kisses!
---How to tame stress by cleaning out the storeroom and decluttering your life---
*CuddleMuffin: Yay my bae! I love nicknames as much as u do. So why not give ur favorite body parts better nicks? Actually I read a poll sayin that 89% of peeps have a nickname for their breasts n rightly so! Our girls need to feel loved n respected don’t u think? So here’s my favs: cupcakes, iced gems, breasticles, bouncers, life savers, double doozies (extra cool cos the initials are DD).*
Oh wow! Gotta say, I dig more of these suggestions than I’d like to admit. In fact, the touch of humor makes them understatedly fabulous. Too bad, I don't plan to talk about breasts any more. After all, this blog is about fashion! But hint taken! I’ll see if I can be more creative in my descriptions. #SignsOfAffection
Anyway, here’s the tea! Despite my best attempts to distract myself, I couldn’t calm down for the rest of my lunch break. Instead, my inner turmoil continued to grow. For crying out loud! I had to get to the bottom of this. I had to find out what was going on with my bae and pronto! Otherwise, I’d become unhinged! #WomanOnAMission
When I returned to the Vonderstore, I was determined to confront Tia about what I had seen. But once again, I couldn’t find my blonde boo. She was definitely no longer in one of the changing cubicles. That was weird! And so, I kept searching for her. Eventually, I made my way to the storage room, which is filled with rows of metal racks stacked with boxed clothes. Rounding one of the shelves, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. This was getting weirder by the second! #ShockerOfTheDay
Holy hell! The scene in front of me got burned into my mind forever! At the end of the aisle, I saw a nude girl with blonde hair and an angelic face. Hold on a sec! Let me rephrase that! I didn’t see her face because she was bent over and facing away from me. Details! Got it!
So, let me rewind! Tia was standing naked in front of a metal rack and the repriced bikini was on the floor next to her. She was bent forward at an almost 90-degree angle, so her big bouncers dangled off her chest. Stretching her arms back, she was actually spreading her butt cheeks apart. You know those yummy pull-apart buns, guys? Her ass literally looked like that, and the sight was hella tasty! Leaning against a metal rack, Matt was standing nearby, eating a pull-apart sandwich in the most casual way ever. And that sight was definitely not to my taste! #AlternativeBreaks
“I know my instructions can be complex, but I told you repeatedly, Goldilocks.” He was correcting my bestie once more.
“How many times do I need to repeat myself? Don’t put different colored clothes next to each other.” He legit had the nerve to criticize her for a tiny mistake. “On my floor, there’s gotta be a smooth color change.”
In my humble opinion, we had learned the opposite in class. So, Tia had gotten it right despite her incompetent boss. Big surprise… said no one ever! Anyway, the insufferable jerk once again used extra small words instead of technical terms like ‘complimentary colors’ and ‘fluent transition’. The arrogance was next level!
“Of course, we can’t all be quick studies, I give you that, Chesty!” The douchebro chided her. “But the mistakes keep piling up, little dummy. We gotta find a better way for you to learn.”
What the heck? How did he just call my bestie? My face when I heard those offensive insults! My feelings when I saw him chewing her out. Nobody had ever dared to speak to Tia like that. After all, she was the belle of the ball and biggest beauty in the state! All the boys had always been mesmerized by her double doozies! Men literally worshipped the ground she walked on. But not so Matt! On the contrary! He actually treated Tia like a real-life display dummy. So unhinged! #NoRespect
To be honest, I wanted to step in and intervene to help my blonde boo. For some reason, however, it was my turn to be mesmerized, to the point that I couldn’t move. As I watched the scene unfold, I still didn’t understand anything. Why was Tia going along with this? Why was she standing there naked and silent, letting our resident fratboy treat her like a doormat? #QuestionsUponQuestions
Despite my lack of understanding, I saw my bae’s reaction. While she remained silent, her body twitched every time the toxic troll dropped another belittling nickname or ridiculous criticism. My face when I realized that her body wasn’t just twitching. My feelings when I noticed that Tia was jerking and trembling as if a jolt of energy surged through her. In fact, it made her big boobs bounce and her apple bottom twerk. Every time it happened, the busty blonde dug her red-painted nails deeper into her butt cheeks, spreading them further apart. On closer look, her labia were legit engorged and glistening hella wet. There could only be one conclusion: Tia was high-key aroused!
“Tell me, Goldilocks, how many colors did you stack incorrectly?” Our mean manager continued interrogating her.
“It was six colors, prolly. I mean, eight, maybe.” Tia replied with a small voice.
Oh wow! The baddie sounded so submissive! Frankly, the tone in her voice was legit out of character for her! And yet, it was topped by what came next. My jaw dropped to the floor when I watched Matt finish his sandwich and walk over to Tia. Swiftly, he slid his index finger across her slit and playfully pressed her clit. The effect came stat! The busty blonde moaned out and her legs began to wobble so hard that she barely managed to remain standing.
That was the trigger! Tia would finally snap out of it! She’d slap the douche in his face and bounce. Go off, sis!
And I oop! My bestie did none of that! Instead, she kept her hands on her butt and obediently spread her yummy buns apart. No way! Not my bae! I couldn’t believe it! Matt, on the other hand, took it as encouragement, driving his forefinger right up her pussy. Still gathering my jaw from the floor, I noticed how easily his digit slid inside. There was barely any resistance. Tia’s slit was way too soaked for that. This was wild!
I must admit that I watched in astonishment as our skeevy supervisor started pistoning his finger in and out of his salesgirl’s velvet vault (see, I can be creative too). He was legit thrusting deep and fast. In response, Tia’s moans got louder and louder while her legs wobbled harder and harder. Matt didn’t just bang away like a naughty boy, though. Instead, he was precise about his moves, pressing his thumb against her pleasure pearl whenever his index finger was deepest in her void. He also made her count every stroke out loud. And it had a huge effect on my soul sis! After the third thrust, her voice was barely more than a mumble, slurred by her moans. After the sixth jab, my bestie’s knees buckled so badly that she dropped onto her hands and knees. During the last two strokes, she stayed on all fours on the concrete floor, her words lost between her grunts. #Finessed
“Oh, Chesty! I see you couldn’t handle the stress… again! But don’t fret! Not everyone’s cut out for multitasking.” Matt treated my soul sis like a silly schoolgirl. “I think I got something better to do for your mouth anyway.”
For heaven’s sake! This was too cringe! I had never seen anyone behave so cocky and arrogant before! Our mean manager acted as if he owned the place and all its employees! In response, my fingers twitched! I was in a tizzy, so much so that I was itching to intervene. But once again, I was stopped by Tia's reaction. She giggled so profusely that it made her sound super silly. She also smiled so brightly that it rivaled the biggest stars in the sky. My amazement was real!
And with that, the douchebro took a few steps back. Approaching an old, worn-out swivel chair, he sat down and opened his pants. As he pulled out his dick (which is a fitting name for Mr. Dickhead’s best piece), Tia turned around and began to straighten up. But as soon as she lifted her hands off the floor, our resident fratboy gave her a sharp headshake. That feeling when I saw the blonde baddie’s reaction! Without blinking an eye, she got back on all fours and crawled over to the insufferable jerk. Reaching him, she crouched right in between his splayed legs. I swear, it was a total manspread right there! #ManspreadMonday
In case you missed it, Matt’s dick stood erect and proud. Whether I liked it or not, I got to see my supervisor in more detail than I ever wanted to see. And I must admit, he was real swole (aka super fit and well-endowed). Actually, the size and girth of his member was low-key imposing. Almost as impressive as his douchebaggery. On that account, it’s safe to call his prick a douchebaguette, don’t you agree? #DoucheOfTheDay
Anyway, Tia had already wrapped her small fingers around his dick and was massaging it real gentle. Shortly after, Matt put his hand on the back of her head and pushed forward. Without using much force, the swole dude guided my busty boo’s face towards the tip of his prick. As a result, the blonde baddie looked mad nervous. And yet, she offered no resistance as she slowly opened her mouth. When his purple helmet disappeared between her lips, Matt proved to be a lazy slacker. Releasing Tia’s long locks, he relaxed and let her do all the work. So basic! #MachoMuch
Nevertheless, my bae didn’t hesitate and continued on her own initiative. Once again, my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw her shove the thick prick into her small mouth. My astonishment was real when I saw her luscious lips sliding all the way down the long shaft. I have absolutely no idea how she managed to keep the big stick in there for so long. No cap!
It seemed like an eternity, but finally Tia pulled back. Her lips slid up the shaft until they reached the bulbous helmet. Just before the glans popped out, she pushed her face back onto his boner. I know it's hard to believe, but my bestie began to rapidly bop her head up and down without taking so much as a breather. She was basically devouring the ‘beef-o-meter’. Sweet Jesus! Where did this side of my bae come from? #Hornblower
To be honest, I felt a twinge when I heard my soul sis gag real loud. And yet, she didn’t stop! Instead, she picked up the pace until she was choking hella hard. Despite the discomfort, Tia did it all on her own accord. A hundo p! Each time the busty baddie pressed her lips down, she pushed more of the veiny dick into her little mouth while she braced her hands against his thighs at the same time. But still, she never pushed him away. Instead, she took it like a champ. This was savage! In the end, Tia gave her sweet mouth a fierce workout while her supervisor leaned back and enjoyed the show like the laziest dude ever. #PowerImbalance
Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s no other way to do it justice than to call it a throatjob (creative enough for you guys?). Whatever the name, it took real long until my blonde boo backed off Matt’s member. I was actually starting to get worried, and my concern only increased when I saw that her eyes were watery. But then her patented thousand-watt smile lit up and blew all worries away. Tia visibly enjoyed this (whatever ‘this’ was). #SecretCravings
“Good job, Goldilocks!” Matt lauded her efforts. “See, that’s what you’re good at!”
Sheesh! That sounded like the most sexist thing ever said! And yet, it was the first praise we had ever heard from the douchebro’s mouth. In response, Tia’s smile shone brighter than the biggest stars. And with that, my jaw was back on the floor! My disbelief was real! I can’t even with this new boo!
Nevertheless, the busty baddie only managed to light up the room for a brief moment. Matt quickly tugged on her blonde locks to resume the throatjob and impale her small mouth on his big prick. But he only took the lead temporarily. As soon as her mouth was back over his fleshy helmet, he let go again. Leaning back, the royal jerk clasped his hands behind his head in the most relaxed gesture ever. Can you say: ‘red lips and chill’?
No matter what, Tia needed no further prompting. She was back to work in a jiff, sucking with more enthusiasm than she had ever stocked shelves (the irony). My bae literally drilled her face onto the big stick, forcing the boner deeper with each thrust. She didn’t stop until a gush of drool erupted from the corners of her lips. At the same time, her chest reared up and she heaved hella hard. That must have been the moment the tip of his prick pushed past her tonsils making her deepthroat the dick. For crying out loud! Where did this secret kinkiness come from? I was at a total loss! #EmployeeOfTheDay
Let me tell you, the busty baddie wasn’t about to slow down any time soon. My face when I watched a rapid fire of thrusts in and out of her mouth. My feelings when I saw her big bouncers bop and sway to the same rhythm. Does anyone else know what happened when her face got smothered by the douche’s pubes? I could only see her long blonde strands hanging over Matt’s thighs as her head was completely buried in between his legs. Let me rephrase that! I also heard a staccato of gagging as the jerk kept his dick lodged in her throat. So pervy!
Believe it or not, Tia held the position longer than I ever thought possible. And yet, it only took a few moments before her arms began to flail. Although she struggled, she didn’t push off. Instead, she kept going until Matt grabbed her by the shoulder. When he finally let her mouth slide off his cock, she looked quite disheveled, with drool on her chin and smeared mascara on her cheeks. Accordingly, her gasps were frantic, but her giggles sounded happy. The contrast was real! #KinksterOfTheDay
“You look so pretty like that, Chesty!” Matt praised the blonde baddie.
For heaven’s sake! Now, the toxic troll was making fun of my bae! She wouldn’t let that slide! Never in a million years! After all, Tia was insanely proud of her looks! But then she let it slide! In the end, she continued to gasp for air while she beamed at Matt. And she kept smiling as she got a gentle pat on the head. That was the most pretentious gesture ever! I can’t even with this whole thing!
And yet, it got more absurd. Tia responded by parting her lips and dutifully holding her mouth open. As if to signal that she was ready for the next round! At that moment, my bae looked more obedient than I had ever seen her. In fact, I had never known her to have a submissive bone in her body and it didn’t fit her moral values. Back in college, we had participated in rallies for equality. We had fought against sexism and male privilege. This, however, was the opposite and it left me deeply disturbed. I felt like I didn’t even know the person I saw in the storage room. #WakeUpCall
No matter what, the whole thing wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot! After all, Matt hadn’t cum yet. I guess, that was the reason why he finally took charge. Rudely grabbing her blonde hair, he turned Tia around. She was only too eager to follow his lead, getting down on hands and knees. In fact, she even wiggled her apple bottom to present her yummy buns. Showing off her passion portal, my busty boo literally begged to get her velvet vault filled (OK, now I’m overdoing it, I know).
Indeed, her pink peach looked ripe and ready. There was no denying that it was a droolworthy sight! And yet, our skeevy supervisor remained extremely calm. Ever so slowly, he got off the chair and stepped over to his subordinate. Spreading her butt cheeks apart, he peeked at her soaked slit. #BackyardInspection
Oh my god! Our mean manager was the opposite of gentle! Instead, he mounted the baddie like a pony. Towering over her backside, he was in perfect position to slice her pink peach and pierce her pussy from above. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the royal jerk take full advantage and fill her void. He was so savage! He literally rode her like he was breaking in a wild filly! #Instapony
Needless to say, Tia welcomed the thick prick as if she were starving! She moaned deep and loud while her soaked slit made smacking sounds. With every thrust, my bestie’s body trembled mad fierce while her big boobs bounced hella wild. This was insane! My blonde boo moaned along while the swole dude pounded her pussy like he was flattening her slick folds. He literally hammered his dominance into her velvet vault. I can’t even say what was louder, the grunts from her mouth or the smacks from her leaky labia.
And then Tia suddenly stopped moaning. The time had come! She was about to revolt! She was going to rebel!
Although I held my breath, my bae didn’t do anything I expected. Instead, her whole body tensed, even her toes curled. The tell-tale signs were obvious! And yet, my eyes gaped wide when I saw a huge shudder surge through her. The orgasm must have been epic! She trembled mad savage until her arms gave way and her chest landed on the floor. The throes of passion must have been brutal! #TamedPony
It took real long until my bestie’s body stopped twitching from the climax. As if the douche would care! Instead, he rudely grasped her long locks and pulled her up to her feet. Since the busty baddie was still wobbly on her feet, our mean manager put a hand on her back and bent her over. All too willingly, my soul sis followed his lead. And the effect was visible stat. Her melons were literally hanging like forbidden fruits on the tree of life (OK, I got carried away there, I’ll stop with the creative metaphors now).
In any case, the sight was mad hot! Our mean manager, however, didn’t give a damn about sexy sights. All he cared about was his pleasure. And so, he didn’t hesitate to plunge his dick into Tia’s pussy again, causing her body to jerk forward. Putting his hands on her hips, Matt held her in place. As he probed the depth of her coochie, her body rocked back and forth in time with his movements. As a result, my busty boo couldn't do much more than cling to her knees and hold on for dear life.
Holy hell! What a vulgar visual! The swole dude rammed his hard prick in and out of Tia’s wet pussy like he never intended to cum. The opposite happened instead! A couple of minutes later, a deep grunt escaped my bestie’s mouth as her body began to twitch. My face when I saw another climax ripple through my bae. My feelings when I realized that she was having multiple orgasms! I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed. #StayingPowerClimaxHour
No matter what Tia did, Matt kept pumping her coochie. As if nothing unusual was happening! When her orgasm finally subsided, he released her hips. Reaching forward, our skeevy supervisor grabbed her nipples and tweaked them real fierce. The response came stat. Letting out a guttural grunt, my soul sis shook her head hella wild. I know it’s hard to believe, but the rude pinch fuelled the fire in her loins and sent another orgasm through her body. The mixture of pleasure and pain in her buds must have been insane! The overstimulation in her pussy must have been maddening! This was unhinged! #SensoryOverload
But it wasn’t the end of the line. It looked like the douchebro was close to bust a nut, so he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Releasing Tia’s nipples, he started spanking her butt real rude. My face when I saw another slap? I winced hard! My boo’s reaction when the swats reddened her bottom? She shook her butt, asking for more. What the heck? This was getting wilder by the second!
Eventually, though, the intensity became too much, so Tia’s hands slipped from her knees. Letting out a short shriek, she took a nosedive. Only at the last second did she manage to hold on to her ankles.
“Ooohhh jeez!... Ooohhh christ!... Oh oh oh!” My bestie mumbled unintelligibly.
For the love of god! My busty bae was still cumming (or was she cumming again)? In any case, her voice rose to a high pitch as she began to wail. It seemed like she was experiencing a total system crash. And it didn’t stop until she lost grip of her ankles and tumbled down. First, her knees landed on the concrete, then her boobs hit the ground. All the while, her body continued to twitch and tremble. In the end, the baddie knelt in the stockroom with her face on the filthy floor and her apple bottom in the air. So lewd!
Tia’s fall caused Matt’s dick to slip out of her pussy. In response, he quickly grabbed his boner and gave it a few more strokes. When he reached the point of no return, he aimed his straining stick at my bae’s butt. By now, I was no longer surprised to see my bae hold the position in eager anticipation. In fact, she didn’t move out of the way when the sperm erupted from Matt’s balls. As a result, his seed splattered across her pink peach and all over her butt cheeks until her yummy buns literally looked like two glazed donuts. #MessyBuns
“You’re a remarkable piece of ass, Goldilocks!” Our resident fratboy told my busty boo while panting heavily.
For Christ’s sake! Matt was back to his douchebaggery faster than the blink of an eye! So, how did you expect Tia to react? After all, she was coming back to her senses after getting the kinks out of her system. So, she’d finally stand up for herself and slap him in the jerkface, right? As if! Once again, the opposite happened! She stayed on her knees, looking up at our mean manager with a bright smile on her face.
“You’re remarkable, too!” She giggled enthusiastically. “You give me a few moments before I’m back on the floor? Please?”
Oh wow! Worst answer ever! Frankly, it left me shook (which is low-key amazing after everything I had just witnessed). But whatevs! Then and there, I had no time to sort out my feelings. First, I had to get out of the stockroom before I got caught by my supervisor. And I just about managed to escape. Although I made it out unnoticed, I spent the rest of my work shift thinking about the right response. When it was time to head home, however, I still hadn’t made up my mind. #TooMuchInformation
So, what do you think, guys? Should I confront Tia? If so, how and when should I broach the subject? Give me all your tips and tricks!
---How to be sensitive about controversial subjects---
*ToyMaster4U: Aw, dumb c0nt (see what I did there?)! Your soul sis is a slut who loves getting dominated by jerk a$$holes. So what? Admit it, you get all drippy fantasizing about it! So here’s what you gotta do! Go n become his little slut to [sic]. Oh and start using t!ts n a$$ (and show them)! :P*
See, ladies and gentlemen? This is how most of my convos with male followers go. The first question is almost always the same and it goes something like this: ‘Hi girl, you and your friend sound hot! You gonna post pics?’ When I decline and tell them I’m not sharing pictures online, they immediately bring out the big guns: ‘So you wanna meet up and bang? Bring your friend!’ #DouchebagsOnTour
To answer the question: Nope! I don’t get aroused by douchebaggery, and I don’t get excited by bro talk either. So, I’m never gonna hookup with our resident fratboy. Sorry, not sorry!
Anyway, some of you have asked if I’ve talked to Tia yet. To be honest, I was extremely emotional for the last few days, not knowing what to do. But all your comments and suggestions pointed in the same direction. It’s better to clear the air before it eats me up. #TornInside
So, today was the big day! Let me present to you, the results of our girl talk! Imagine Tia and I sitting in my old, rusty car on the way home after work.
“What the hell was that? What were you doing?” I clamored all incensed.
“Damn Tia, you’re betraying everything we believe in. You spit on everything we’ve fought for.” I ranted. “That wasn’t the sis I know ‘n love!”
Honestly, I had hoped to wipe the slate clean and make a fresh start. When I showed my bae the photos, however, she didn’t react as expected. Hard to believe, but she was unrelenting and stubborn. She even claimed that I didn’t know what I was talking about because I had never experienced such a ‘dickdown’ myself (yup, she legit said that word).
“C’mon, girl! You were never supposed to see that. Besides, were you spying on me? The f**k? That’s so not you!” Tia tried to turn the tables. “What about keeping an open mind? Since when you’re a f**king prude?”
Gotta say, these accusations stole my thunder, because they hit me out of the blue. Come to think of it, though, I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, my bubbly bestie can be feisty, especially when she feels she has been treated unfairly.
“I can’t explain it but it’s an insane rush, like a f**king adrenaline shot to the heart. Only, it’s an ecstatic jolt in my clit!” She tried to explain, gesturing wildly.
As you can see, Tia’s a bold woman who drops a cussword every once in a while. She’s not trying to be rude or come across as tough, it’s just part of her personality. She actually uses it as a form of emphasis. Even though she dresses a lot more girly than I do, she got more poise. In fact, she’s not easily ashamed. On the contrary! She knows what she wants and she's not afraid to go for it.
“You know, when he gets like that, it literally switches off my mind, so there’s only feels. It’s intense as f**k!” She beamed with a bright smile from the sheer memory. “It’s also relaxing as hell! Just feeling, no thinking! Just pleasure, no problems!”
Sweet jeez! Too much information! But very insightful! Obviously, there was a genuine connection between them. Whether I liked it or not, this sounded like a whole thing.
“Don’t believe for a sec that I’m gonna turn into a bimbo blondie. As if!” Tia gave a nervous laughter. “It was just a distraction! You gotta admit there’s not much diversion in this boring-ass town.”
Actually, I must admit that I gave my bestie an unconvinced glance. After all, she sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than me. But at least she got serious and finally started the real talk.
“I hear you, bae! It was just a secret hookup. Nothing else!” She started talking in earnest. “Besides, it only happened twice.”
“Believe me! I so don’t plan on it ever happening again. No f**king way!” Tia added emphatically. “It’s nothing serious, not even a situationship! For real!”
“Anyhow, it was a sick stress relief! For a moment, it was fire! For sure!” My boo got all gushy again.
“You’re just jealous you don’t get any sexy action yourself.” She became low-key defiant. “You’ll see, I’ll be as independent as ever! No way, I’m gonna let a fratbro tell me what to do! And I won’t let you patronize me either. I make my own decisions. Period!”
And with that, Tia ended the discussion. For the rest of the way, we remained silent. Truth be told, I didn’t know how to react anyway. In fact, I was legit taken aback. Being patronizing was the last thing I wanted to be. Still, I wasn’t convinced. On the one hand, she was right. I hadn’t felt it, so I couldn’t really comprehend it. On the other hand, I couldn’t let my friend rush headlong into disaster with her eyes wide open.
So, what do you make of Tia’s explanation? Do you think it’s truly over? Should I help her, or should I let her learn from her mistakes? XOXO
---How to continue slaying it at work - no matter the circumstances---
Another episode from Vonderland is coming soon, and it’s gonna be straight up fire! Until then, leave your comments and suggestions here!
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