Holly's Sales Training Chapter 03
Holly's Sales Training
Chapter 03
© 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 continue your growth by adapting to challenging changes at work---
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.
Fashion fam forever! Don’t you worry, guys, I haven’t abandoned you! I know it’s been a real long time since my last post, but I promise I’ll never leave you alone on your personal fashion quests. So obvi!
You know the line, right? Sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do. In my case, that means going on an expedition to bring my fans the hottest scoop from the fashion world. On that note, I’ve been insanely busy because I’m dealing with a lotta changes at work. But I promise to get back to you as soon as everything’s sorted. Till then, I’ll continue to inspire all my fellow fashionistas by posting dope collections of trendy swimwear and sexy lingerie. ‘Trés chic’ for the win! #InvestigativeFashionism
First and foremost, I’ve got some personal news to share with you. Looks like you guys loved the special giveaway I posted last time! I’ve gotten tons of asks ever since, so it’s clear that it was as much of a bombshell for you as it was for me. Of course, it’s understandable that you’ve got lots of questions. And I swear I try to respond to all my DMs, even though it’s hard to keep up. Trust me, all this attention makes me feel like a legit influencer. So, keep giving me all the smoke, my chic clique! It keeps me in the right mood. Mosdef! #GiftThatKeepsGiving
So, thanks to all my followers for the flood of comments. One thing has definitely become clear. This blog is going in a much more #nsfw direction than originally intended. That's why I've decided to listen to the wishes of my fierce followers. And the result is simple: No more holding back, no more censorship! After all, it's important that we all have the freedom to say whatever the fuck we want. So, cheer with me, guys, and keep up the good work by sending your opinions unabashed and unfiltered. XOXO
---How to manage differing opinions in the workplace and beyond---
Who’s ready for new fashion files from the fiercest fashionista? Remember when I told you about the flood of comments and DMs? Some of the messages revolved around the same topic, so I decided to make it available to all my Holligans out there. I’m curious to see what my fashion fam thinks about it!
*Cliff_the_Stiff: If it dresses like a slut and acts like a slut then as far as I'm concerned, it should get treated like a slut. When are you going to realise your [sic] just a slut? Your big titted co-whore knows it already. Time to catch up! #KnowYourPlace #3HoleCockSleeve*
Oh sheesh! That legit sounds like sexist labeling! Looks like our Stiffy can’t handle a strong, confident woman taking what she wants. We independent baddies need to stop apologizing and stat! I can be slutty in the bedroom, the boneyard, or wherever I want without having to feel bad about it. You know, Cliffy, women can be sexually active and competent at the same time! So, thank you, next!
By the way, I’m pretty sure Tia would love getting called these dirty words during a hookup, but I think it’s more complicated than that. We all need to distinguish between private and public life. Name-calling can be fun between the sheets, but it belongs nowhere else. Periodt!
*Dicktator69: LOL! You think that was an experience for your boss? ROFL! He gets bitches like you on the daily. How does it feel to get that asshole fucked and that o-ring blown out, bitch?*
Oh, please! This is the 21st century! Everyone’s free to do whatever they want as long as they’re not in a committed relationship. If you’re a couple, then trust, respect, and loyalty come first. Oh, and don’t forget the big Cs (aka communication and commitment). So, I couldn’t care less what the old man does in his downtime (or what he does with whom). Right now, my only priority is to keep him as my boss and remain employed. Nevertheless, I know for a fact that Mr. von Stein won’t forget the experience any time soon. After all my bootylicious butt is legit! He’s never had so much cushion for the pushing. Absolutely not!
But hey! So much for the male pov. What about the female perspective, you ask? My side of the ‘assperience’ is simple. I like anal sex, so deal with it! I actually enjoy it because it’s such a unique feeling. There’s no way you can possibly get that from vaginal intercourse. In truth, it’s not a purely sexual thing. There are so many stimulations and emotions involved! It’s like a groundswell that slowly builds up until it becomes a huge wave. To put it bluntly, it hurts at first (although only a little in my case), but once you get into it, you reach an intensity that’s next level! It’s safe to say that I can cum from anal sex (if I play with my clit at the same time). So, long story short: The anal hookup was fire!
So much for the comments. What do you say, my fashion fam? What’s your opinion on labeling? Do you have the same priorities in relationships as I do? Slide into my DMs and let’s do a deep dive together! #SharingIsCaring
And with that, we should be past this whole ‘asspiration’ thing. It’s time to focus on the original topic of this blog! So, let's circle back to my meeting with the company owner, because there's so much to unpack. Clearly, I’ve got a lotta pent-up emotional baggage that I need to work through. And that's exactly what I've been doing lately. So, hear me out!
In the immediate aftermath of the meeting, I tried to distract myself as much as possible, which proved to be more difficult than expected. After all, I had never experienced anything as kinky and wild. Granted, I had never experienced anything as lit and dope either. So, I was torn! To be honest, I had never felt such a dissonance between body and soul. While my body had embraced the demeaning treatment, my mind had rejected all the snide and generalizing remarks. What a contrast! #DiscoverYourself
Regardless of the emotional impact, I was mad as hell at myself. I actually felt like I had betrayed everything I believe in. As if I had deceived all my college friends who had marched with me for gender equality! For this reason, I refused to accept the sensations I had experienced. Surely, it had been a one-time thing and nothing more. My head was in the right place, only my body had betrayed me. But I promise to learn from it, so it never happens again. #Deflection
In any case, I’ve made sure to keep myself occupied. You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been reblogging lots of fashion stuff lately. I’ve also been designing a ton of different clothes to hone my skills. And it’s been working… to a certain extent. Despite my best efforts, though, my mind kept wandering back to that scene in the exec office. Every time I thought about it, my skin tingled as if it was getting electrically charged. At the same time, my clit throbbed as if begging for more of that sexist behavior. Weird, but true! As a result, my thoughts began to revolve around the ‘assperience’ until I could think about nothing else. This was maddening!
Not gonna lie, I’ve found myself looking at pics of lingerie more often than haute couture (think corsets and garter sets and stuff like that). I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but I even caught a few glimpses of fetish blogs where girls talk about their bimbofication and objectification (and even sexual degradation, gulp). Eventually, I found myself watching sexy clips and masturbating to them. Sadly, though, I ended up edging more than cumming. Something was missing! I couldn’t really put my finger on it but masturbating only gave me short-term satisfaction while it denied me long-term fulfillment. If anything, edging only whetted my appetite, making me hornier and needier than before. Weird flex, but OK! #ThirstyAF
Thank goodness, there’s a silver lining! Tia and I have reconciled and talked it over, which has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I actually feel a lot better now. I’m ready to recognize that I was truly acting like a hypocrite. For all intents and purposes, our dispute was my fault because I failed to admit the truth to myself. But we’re over it now! All that matters is my promise to Tia. So, I vow to work on becoming more self-reflective and perceptive. #SelfReflectionSunday
Fun fact? In the end, me and my bestie are more alike than we thought. For some reason, we both get turned on by machos and alpha males. So far, we’d only encountered it in small doses. After all, that’s not the type of man who runs around campus in droves, is it? Certainly, no one as blunt and ruthless as Matt and his dad. So, it’s safe to say that lack of experience was the reason it had never affected us before. But that has certainly changed now! #InYourFace
Okay! You’re right, guys! That’s too basic! The truth is much more complicated. We both get physically aroused by sexist behavior. But aside from that general principle, our mental reactions are different. My blond boo shows her disapproval by getting all pouty, clenching her fists, stomping her feet, and sulking epically. And men tend to find this behavior cute and adorable. By contrast, I react by scoffing in disbelief and shooting furious daggers with my blue eyes, which tends to provoke men into ruder actions. So you see, the contrast is real! #YouReapWhatYouSow
But that’s not all! Our emotional triggers are also different. While my bae gets all bubbly and horny from douchebaggery and bro talk, I get all agitated and aroused from old man rants and boomer talk. No idea why, but there seems to be a disconnect between our bodies and minds. It’s hard to explain, but somehow these reckless actions and ruthless remarks block our rational thinking, so we follow our emotions and first impulses… or something like that. At least, that’s what I read on one of those fetish blogs. But whatevs! I’m an aspiring fashion designer, not a shrink! #ElaborationLikelihood
In short, Tia put it best when she said it switches off the mind until there’s only feels. As you see, guys, we’re unique baddies! But you know my luck. Of course, I got the short end of the stick. Actually, I didn’t get any stick at all. Ugh! Remember that Matt is the new store manager? Ever since he got the position, his fratbros have been dropping by the Vonderstore more and more often. As a result, Tia is getting her fair share of excitement (and sexy action). Me, on the other hand? Not so much! Dang it!
By the way, the strategic direction of the Vonderstone label has changed as part of the restructuring process. Most of our customers are under 30 now. While the young men are mostly looking for a casual, laid-back look, the young women search for flashy fashion on a budget. So, it’s safe to say that our customers aren’t exactly haute couture connoisseurs. Older people hardly ever find their way into the store anymore. If they do, it's almost always men in the mid-life crisis looking for clothes that gives them a young appearance. And it never works! Instead, their style ends up looking forced and mid! More importantly, though, these men aren’t prone to making lewd remarks or suggestive comments. What a lose-lose-situation for me! #MindYourTargetAudience
As you can see, guys, the job has gotten legit boring. Most of the customers are regular people, so there’s not much to write about, or at least not much to post on this blog. Sorry to disappoint! But anyways, lots of love to my fashion fam!
---How to follow your instincts and why it matters---
Oh, my Holligans! You’re the best! I can hardly count all the feedback, it’s so much! That’s the proof, my follower engagement is lit! So, here are some handpicked comments that deserved my response:
*FashionFiend: Slut shaming needs to stop, like yesterday! Actually, any kind of shaming and generalization is wrong! No doubt sexually active women shouldn’t be branded as sluts in public or on social media! You should be able to be whatever you please without worrying about judgmental people. At the same time, it’s safe to say that you Holly are a total slut and I mean that in the best way possible. You’re a sex positive slut who’s enjoying sex and experimenting with kinks in her private life! Oh, and it turns you on to be called these dirty words in private. Don’t deny it, SLUT!*
Oh wow! That’s it, my fellow fashionistas! This comment sums up all your opinions real nice. So, I’ll let it stand like this: Slut-shaming - nay, Holly the slut - yay! But please, always distinguish between name kink and online shaming. One’s private and the other’s public! So, keep your dirty talk in the bedroom, guys!
*BimboCandy: Looks like your priorities go well together. The boss gets fresh meat to bang, the piece of meat gets her job guarantee. As long as you stay obedient n fuckable, everything should be fine.*
And that’s another unanimous opinion. Looks like my fashion fam’s in agreement. So, I don't wanna contradict this statement. Not at all! As the saying goes, one hand washes the other, right? #CaseClosed
Now, my Holligans, the time has come! Here’s the update you’ve all been waiting for. Today everything changed! All I can say is ‘Thank God it’s Friday’! Mr. von Stein stopped by the store. Finally! You can’t imagine how often I had pictured the situation in my head. Probably, a gazillion times! Yet, my resolution had always been the same, no matter how many times I had thought it through. If I ever encountered the dirty old man again, I was fiercely resolved to stay calm and act normal. #BusinessAsUsual
When the time had finally come, though, my reaction was anything but normal! The moment I saw the big boss, I froze on the spot. In fact, I got overwhelmed by countless emotions. Like mesmerized, I followed his every step with my eyes. Remember my pleading looks on the cocktail table? Yup, I did the same silent begging! Sadly, though, the seasoned exec didn’t seem to notice. He walked right past my section without so much as a word. Big fail! It hit different, because a mixture of nervousness and disappointment exploded in the pit of my stomach. What a letdown! #TurntAF
As it turned out, the patriarch was there to meet the store manager and discuss the recent rebranding. A family reunion, if you will! Even if it didn’t help me (or my exuberant desire), it did prove one thing: Mr. von Stein truly cares about his sons! Morris is the serious type who’s highly concerned about his reputation He seems to be the prodigy, all set on his career and primed to take over the family business. And then there’s Matt (aka the bad boy who dropped out of college and regularly gets into trouble). In contrast to his brother, Matt is a brash bon vivant with a carefree attitude who has little regard for the consequences of his actions. Despite their differences, the head of the Vonderfam seems equally supportive of his sons and tries to spend quality time with both of them. #SiblingRivalry
Anyway, let’s get back to topic: father and son chatted at the register for some time. In the meantime, I tried to get as close as possible without attracting any attention. I literally sneaked up on the checkout as stealthy as a cat burglar. In truth, I had hoped to pick up a rant about the lazy salesgirls or a gripe about those young, entitled interns, but I heard nothing of the sort. Not even a brief rambling about the spoiled zoomer generation. Epic fail! Despite this disappointment, my pelvic muscles contracted from sheer excitement. What a greedy reaction! #AnticipationIsHalfThePleasure
Believe it or not, Mr. von Stein acted as professional and civil as you would expect from a corporate leader. After a brief greeting, the two men left the register and went into the manager’s office to continue their discussion. As a result, they were out of my reach, which was high-key frustrating. Shaking my head, I tried to clear my mind. Unlike the big boss, I was acting low-key unprofessional (if not to say stupid). So, I tried my best to refocus. But I found it real difficult to concentrate on my menial task of stacking a bargain table. I just couldn’t stop my mind from wandering back to the incident in the exec office. It’s hard to imagine, but I hoped against hope for a repeat. This was hectic! #GoalsAF
But hold on a sec! Not so quick on the trigger! The day was far from over! At some point, Mr. von Stein had to leave the office and return to the salesroom, right? Sure enough, he’d greet me on the way back, wouldn’t he? Nope, he didn’t! Instead, he headed straight for the exit. Hella disappointing, but also understandable! After all, he was a busy manager. #Business101
But then it got worse! Instead of giving me a glance, the patriarch walked straight over to Tia. As soon as he saw my blonde bae in the men’s section, he made a bee line for her. Like a true gentleman, he took her hand and kissed her on the back. Sweet jeez! As if meeting his son’s slampiece was a big deal. Yikes!
And before I knew it, Mr. von Stein was out of the store! The seasoned exec hadn’t even deigned me a look. Unbelievable, but true! What a disappointment! The failure burned hot like shame. Sighing deeply, I leaned over the bargain table at the shop entrance. The frustration was real! But then I got caught off-guard by an unexpected feeling! My eyes when a blow hit my butt. They went wide in shock! My jaw when I stumbled forward. It literally dropped to the floor!
Oh my god! In passing, the company owner had given me a smack on my booty. Not just a slap, though, he had legit whacked it. For a moment, he let his hand rest on my plump posterior, roughly kneading my right bun. And I responded in style! Sticking out my round rump, the sly old sack let his fingers slide over the wetlook fabric, lightly brushing against my cameltoe. As the saying goes, a bird never flew on one wing, so the coarse old codger gave me another slap on my delicious derriere. For good measure, I sus.
Next thing I knew, he was gone for good, leaving me needier and hornier than ever. In fact, my whole body tingled from the brief touch. I actually had to pinch myself to come back to earth. Otherwise, I might have cum on the spot. This was unhinged!
So, what do you say, guys? Do you think my inner conflict is silly? Should I just say, ‘screw it’ and ‘yolo’? Tell me!
---How to attract customers’ attention the smart way---
*CollegeHolleigh: OMG! Holliiieee! We got the same name n were both coeds. Yay! U a cheerleader 2? That’d be so fire! But girrrl! Forget about that dirty old dude. 4 real! Ur way 2 good 4 him. U ll find a true gentleman soon.*
“Cliff_the_Stiff: C’mon, b!tch! Why would your boss even look at you? He fucked you in his office n threw you out like trash! Now, he’s hitting on your fat-titted friend (the opposite of you flat-chested floozy). Soon, he’s gonna own that ass too. Face it, you two bitches are just something to pass the time with at work. Oh wait! Let your big-boob bae write an ’asspirational tale’ about it on your blog.*
See, my Holligans? Those are two of the most typical comments I get. It seems like my fashion fam is legit divided about the men in my life! But don’t you worry guys (and gals)! I don’t need a gentleman and Tia doesn’t need a boomer. We’re just coeds living our best lives and having fun doing it. Granted, the office encounter was a banger! But that was it! Been there, done that! On to the next adventure! #MessageOfTheDay
Anyway, many of you have asked about Tia. So, let me set the record straight: my busty boo knows about this blog. I told her when I came clean about my encounter with Mr. von Stein. Actually, I sus she follows my ‘trés chic tales’ as a silent reader. But she says she’s too busy to write her own blog posts. And she’s not lying. Tia’s currently laser-focused on sucking frat pricks and slutting it up at their ‘Yamos’ keggers (which are actually called 'booze-n-bitches parties', shake my head). #BrashBae
Of course, Tia’s joking (for the most part), so draw your own conclusions. One thing’s clear, though: my bestie has hit her sexual prime and is far from ready to get tied down. Instead, she’s enjoying the hell out of all that casual sex. You could say she’s become just as much (or even more) of an ethical slut as me. Still, I’m pretty sure my busty boo is a one-prick-at-a-time kinda girl. At least for now! #JerkWithBenefits
On second thought, though, all that changed when Mr. von Stein visited the store. Remember how he bid Tia goodbye with a gallant kiss on the hand? Yeah, Matt saw it too! And he clearly wasn’t pleased about it. So, he marched over to my blonde bae shortly after his dad had left.
“Just cos you’re a young tart doesn’t mean you gotta hit on my old fart.” He made a lame-ass joke.
Oh yeah! You’re right, guys! He didn’t really mean it as a joke because he was dead serious. Nonetheless, Tia showed the reaction that has become the new normal for her. Instead of clapping back, she giggled along. Ugh!
But it didn’t stop there! Shortly after, I saw our mean manager drag Tia behind the register. Although I was busy having a sales talk with two male costumers, I noticed that Matt had a goofy grin on his face (aka the typical smile men flash when getting a blowjob, if you know what I mean). From the looks of it, my bestie must have sucked him off right there in the store. In fact, the royal jerk must have cum into her mouth right before the two customers stepped up to the cash point. So unreal!
“Nah, Goldilocks! You’re always nice n bimbo when you’re horny. So you gotta wait another day till you’re allowed to cum!” The odious dude said loud and clear as he reached under the counter and mades a patting motion.
Holy smokes! That feeling when I heard these words. Worse than that, however, the two customers heard it too because they were standing directly on the other side of the register. This was insane! Does anyone else know a manager who treats his subordinates like that in public? I could already see the scandal! The disaster was about to strike! #ShitHitsTheFan
But then everything turned out differently! Major swerve alert! The customers did the opposite of what I had expected. Instead of making a scene, they exchanged a knowing look before bursting out laughing. What the hell was going on here? Simple! The two guys were new ‘Yamos’ pledges. So, it seems the whole fraternity knows about Tia and her status as Matt’s slampiece. So obvi! #SoNotLOL
Whatevs! Tia’s head didn’t pop up again until the two young dudes had left. Wiping her mouth, she didn’t seem overly concerned. As if! She looked like she had legit enjoyed the fratboys’ attention, damn the degrading situation. In fact, she didn’t even call out Dickhead Matt for the douchey action. Instead, she pulled an epic pout because she wasn’t allowed to cum for the rest of the day.
Oh my gawd! Priorities, girl! Time to get a grip! To give her a sign, I tried to make eye contact. But no, she wasn’t listening! Instead, she started twirling her long blonde hair in the cutest way possible. She was seriously trying to convince the douchebro otherwise. I can’t even… with this blonde baddie! #CutenessOverload
At first, I wanted to intervene. After all, someone had to bring my bestie back to her senses! But then I thought better of it. Remember the last time I had stuck my nose in her business? That had been an epic fail! I didn’t need a repeat. Absolutely not! Instead, I had learned my lesson. Ultimately, it was Tia's decision, not mine. But I still found her behavior high-key embarrassing. I’d never act like that. No way! I’d never engage in such lewd conduct. As if!
Still, there’s no denying that I was low-key jealous of my bae. Although she was still horny as hell, at least she had quenched her thirst for semen. I, on the other hand, was horny as fuck and thirsty for dick. So unfair! Even worse, my horniness was slowly but surely driving me crazy. Sweet jeez! #CravingSquad
Fun fact, Tia has always been more the impulsive type who does things on the spur of the moment. By comparison, I’m more of a cool-headed person, prone to overanalyzing stuff (as you may have gathered from my posts). With my busty boo constantly horny and excited, however, her impulsive behavior has reached another level! She’s legit out of control! #FollowYourInstinct
And so, the inevitable happened! Yesterday, my blonde bae took it to the extreme. As we were leaving the Vonderstore, she suddenly had an idea. Out of the blue, it occurred to her that she always disliked her fingers because they look a bit short. There’s a nail salon right across the mall, so she decided to get a manicure. Just like that, on a whim!
But I wasn't gonna be duped that easily! Come on, girl! I’ll believe it when I see it! Back in college, we baddies often threw shade at those preppy girlies with fake nails. After all, we always prided ourselves on being natural beauties (even if we neatly polish our nails twice a week). Those days are over now! It’s hard to believe, but my busty boo sports long, coffin-shaped nails with French tips now. The change is real!
So, what do you say, guys? Do you think Tia is building a monopoly on attention in the store? Should I keep up with the style train or what? Let me know!
---How to turn your hobby into a career by following your passion---
*BellaDonna: Yay, girl! Love your tongue-in-cheek takes on the pitfalls of everyday work life. But sheesh! Stop thinking so much. You can have fun without feeling guilty about it. Fuck the conflict! Embrace spontaneity. Yolo!*
*WhosYourDaddy60: Oh my god, I just found this blog and I have to say you come across a whiney bitch. Your friend Tia, she knows how to get ahead: you got to give head! Why do you think she’s so happy and youre [sic] so fucking ‘conflicted’? Go fuck your face!*
Oh boy! I must confess these latest comments have left me feeling legit ‘conflicted’ (the irony, I know). Did I really whine and complain that much? Don’t think so! After all, life’s a rollercoaster. You should vent your feelings to get the negativity off your chest, but OK! Maybe, I've gone a bit overboard with the whole ‘expressing my disappointment’ thing. Then again, I want this blog to be a happy valley, so I’ve decided to take your advice, my fierce followers. From now on, I promise to be more spontaneous and look on the bright side. #HappyCamper
But whatevs! I’ve got something positive to report (completely without complaints, I swear). So, are you ready for the tea, guys? OK, let’s get started then.
Today was just another Friday in the shopping mall and then everything changed. Again! This time for the simple reason that the boss returned. As it turns out, Mr. von Stein plans on checking the progress of the rebranding process on a weekly basis. So, he’ll be stopping by the store every Friday. That’s great news! For real!
This time, though, the head of the Vonderfam wasn’t alone. Instead, he had brought an old pal with him. And I mean that literally, because they’re the same age (aka something over 50). Unlike the big boss, he’s tall and scrawny with gray hair and a full beard, so let’s call him Mr. Graybeard, shall we? On a positive note, he was wearing age-appropriate clothes (aka a black and beige bowling shirt with short sleeves and beige linen pants). What a contrast to the old-school owner whose clothes were still too loud and too tight. Big plus! #BoomerBuddy
As if that would make any difference! Once again, Mr. von Stein headed straight for the manager’s office without even giving me a glance. Again, no stop for the salesgirl! Ugh! To make matters worse, his old pal had no eyes for us Vonderbaddies either. Yikes! Instead, Graybeard strolled straight into the sales area behind the cash register. Ever since the brand expansion, our new lingerie line has been on sale in this section alongside swimwear and special footwear. As you can see, the items are almost exclusively for women, so it was low-key suspect (if not to say creepy) that the bowling bloke stayed in the department for so long.
And yet, I looked just as suspicious, because I once again failed to behave as usual. There was only one customer in the store, and he was getting advised by Tia, so I was left without a task at hand. I should have made myself busy tidying up the place, but you can only restack the shelves so many times, right? So, I stood at the cash point, trying to stay as close to the office as possible. It must have looked like I was eavesdropping on my supervisor when I was simply trying to pick up some boomer rants. I swear! #CuriosityKilledTheCat
Alright, guys, I know what you’re thinking! You can laugh all you want, but I was so desperate that my horniness was taking over, guiding my actions. Despite my audacity, I didn’t get to hear anything interesting. Instead, father and son left the office abrupt as fuck. It happened so sudden that I jumped behind the register, literally like a scaredy cat. Of course, I feigned an urgent purpose, but that wasn’t necessary. No one paid any attention to me. Ugh! Instead, Mr. von Stein went straight to the back area to find his boomer buddy. Two old farts alone in the lingerie section, what could possibly go wrong? Yikes!
“I knew you’d like the new uniforms, you old sod. Did you draw designs on the two shopgirls? That’s some sweet cheeks right there, innit?” I heard the proud patriarch exclaiming far too loud.
“Oh please! You know these young kids, old chromedome! They got so many participation trophies they think they’re hot shit on a silver platter when their just cold piss on a paper plate.” Graybeard replied.
Oh woah, what a nice introduction… said no one ever! The bowling bloke didn’t even wait a second to crack a dirty joke. And it pierced marrow and bone! Two quotes were enough to send me into a rage. And it only got worse from there! Instead of defending the honor of his salesgirls, the old-ass owner only sniggered in response. To be honest, that reaction upset me more than the rude remarks. Cringe alert! #NeverScornAGift
“I know what you gonna say, Rip! Everybody knows women talk too much.” Mr. von Stein was in full ramble mode.
“Hiring a coupla men woulda been the smarter choice. But I’m practically their sugar daddy. So it got its advantages!” He added with a mocking laugh.
What the heck? My mouth dropped open when I heard him refer to me as a sugar baby. He couldn’t be serious! The humiliation hit different! And yet, the alternative facts were even worse! The sour old sack completely retold the story of our hiring. The opposite was true! Tia and I had been the best choice by far. After all, we’re fashion design students with real expertise, not some fake insta-fashionista with all their knowledge from social media. So obvi! #NoCompetition
“C’mon, man! Have you seen that bitch-in-black? She’s a sexpot if I ever saw one?” The filthy swine urged his boomer buddy to join his dirty talk.
“But she’s also a fucking primadonna!” The pervy patriarch continued when his old pal didn’t respond asap. “You know, she didn’t hold out. She couldn’t wait to give me a sightseeing tour of her local canals! Tho, it was more like a trip through the sewer if you know what I mean.”
Get outta here! This couldn’t be real! Picturing the metaphor was enough to make me quake in my boots. This was worse than all the nasty stuff he had said during the role-play. But the strict old sack still achieved the desired response, as the bowling bloke joined in the derisive laughter. #MetaphorOfTheDay
“I’m telling you, man, she’s got a helluva meaty cunt. What the kids call it these days? A fat fucking cameltoe! Yeah, that’s it!” The big boss waxed almost lyrically.
Oh my gosh! This was hella offensive! And yet, I can’t deny that I low-key liked the way he swooned over my pretty pussy. The conflict was real!
“Mrs. DeLuca! Would you be so kind n come over? We need a piece of advice, my dear.” Mr. von Swine suddenly screamed through the entire store.
Holy snap! That hit me out of nowhere! I was standing on the other side of the partition that separated the back section from the cash register, so I heard him all too clearly. There was no need to be so loud. What if a customer heard it? I better not wanted to think about that. Yikes!
Not gonna lie, though, I was so shook that I didn’t know how to react. My mind actually gave me two options: Either run away and hide, or rush in and give the sour old sack a well-deserved bitchslap. And I oop! Before my mind had decided, my body had already reacted. In a jiff, my feet carried me around the partition and over to the back section. #ImpulseControl
“What’s new, pussycat?” The filthy swine greeted me with his trademark sleaze salute.
Oh my god! What a cheek! This kinda insolence deserved a spicy clap back. And yet, I reacted by stepping up to the two old-timers as meek as a lamb. There were no narrowed eyes and no icy stare. All I brought was an urgent throbbing in my pussy and a nerve-wrecking tingling on my skin. This was wild!
Thank heavens, I was well-prepared. Remember the first rule of the Vonderstore? Of course, you do! So, you know that I had arranged my outfit accordingly when the men entered the store. To spell it out for you: I had tied a knot under my perky puppies and cropped the myrtle green top to expose my flat stomach and cute bellybutton. #StylingRules
“See?” The pedantic patriarch exclaimed pointing at my crotch.
Oh, yikes! Right on the money! This was so in-your-face that it took the wind out of my sails. Holding my breath, I reconsidered my options. Slapping the sour old sack in the face was still a possibility. Throwing shade was the other. It wouldn’t be too hard to give the cringe old men a fierce retort. In reality, though, I had already placed my hands on my hips and pushed my crotch forward. All too easily, I offered the boomers a good look at my crotch cleavage. #Cameltoe
“Whoop-de-do!” The gray-haired geezer whistled in admiration. “For fucks sake! Best thing since sliced bread!”
Oh wow, what a surprise! I had expected another vile remark, not a positive comment. This was the best reaction I could have hoped for and exactly the kinda encouragement I needed. So, the effect was stat! An engaging smile spread across my face. #AlwaysLookAtTheBrightSide
“C’mon, man! You’re outta touch! These kids take shortcuts everywhere.” The company owner was quick to correct his old pal. “It’s FFS now! With this skank, tho, that prolly means fat fucking snatch.”
For the love of god! That feeling when I heard the disparagement. My mouth fell open with indignation. And of course, my reaction didn’t go unnoticed. Instead, it made the bowling bloke chuckle louder than before. At the same time, it left me saltier than ever. This was awful! As a result, it was getting real hard to stay chill. So, I shot a pair of icy daggers at the persistent patriarch. This ain’t it, chief! It was so outrageous that I needed to clap back hard. No way around it!
“Let’s be real!” The boss’ best buddy stifled my protest before it even began. “That’s a pretty perfect pussy. Such fine folds!”
Yasss, queen! Thank you very much! That praise was music to my ears. I was finally beaming with joy. #SmileWhenYoureWinning
“Make that fat fucking folds, you old sod!” Mr. von Swine quickly corrected him. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
Holy crap, what a killjoy! The head of the Vonderfam put a real damper on things. There's no end to the insults, is there? I bet the sleazy scumbag has an endless supply at the ready. Although he had already hit the mark with his last slight, he didn’t leave it at that. To make his point, he reached out and grabbed me by the pussy. #StoneColdStunner
What the hell? That caught me on the wrong foot! And yet, I had to react hella quick. After all, we were in a public space! Remember, I was standing in the middle of the back section with my crotch pushed out. So, what did I do? Finally slap the arrogance off his face? Sure enough, the cringe old man deserved that! But I didn’t do it! Instead, all my resolutions went flying out of window. Bending my knees, I splayed my thighs until I stood there bandy-legged and helpless. #SurpriseYourself
And with that, I officially admitted defeat. By literally bending the knee, I acted in the most submissive way ever. Sweet jeez! I was hella frustrated with my own reaction. I can’t even… with my weak-minded self! #DisappointYourself
It was just another day at the office… said no one ever! Today everything was different, and that legit overwhelmed me. For the old-ass owner, however, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary. And it shouldn’t! He acted just as rude and crude as he did at HQ. Once a brash boomer, always a brash boomer, I sus.
Anyway, he put his fingers on each side of my velvet vulva and started to squeeze. He pressed my lips together, literally like a vice. His grip was tight as hell and the result was clear to see: my puffy pussy formed a big bulge in the front of my black booty shorts. So wild!
“Gotta say, I love the bitch’s attention to detail. See the black nail-polish? It matches the shorts. And that gleam in her eyes? It jibes with the icy diamonds.” It was Mr. von Swine’s turn to praise me and my efforts. “That’s some real bimbo shit! She’s no salesgirl in training, she’s a trophy tart in training.”
Oh yeet! That was music to my ears (even though I deliberately ignored the second part)! Granted, it shouldn’t be a big surprise that the owner of a fashion label is an expert in accessories. Nevertheless, his eye for detail amazed me and made me mad happy. After all, I had spent way too much time to glow up during my morning routine. To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t even known if I was gonna meet the Vonderfounder (or anybody else of note), and yet I had spent a ton of time on my looks. And now, it as paying off! That’s what hard works gets you: praise from the toughest critic. #EarlyBird
“Tell me again! What was it with that sightseeing tour?” Graybeard suddenly got back to a long-forgotten topic.
Oh, come on! That was so old news! No need to rehash that stuff! For this reason, I gave Mr. von Swine a questioning look. My eyes narrowed, but his gaze remained unwavering. My pussy got squeezed and I broke eye contact. Not gonna lie, there was no resistance left in me.
Nevertheless, I couldn't just give in and let the cringe old creeps have their way. There are limits! So, I took a sharp breath that sounded high-key annoyed. It was meant to be an implicit sign of protest, but it failed to have the desired effect. Ugh! When the boomer boys didn’t respond, I let out an incredulous scoff that sounded even saltier. But the old farts showed no reaction again. Yikes!
But maybe it was me. After all, I had unconsciously opened the upper buttons of my top. Pushing the green fabric to the sides, I presented my bra. It was the black vinyl set with lace-up triangle cups and silver studded accents. Remember it, guys? You got that right! It was the bra set from the role-play. I’m not proud of it, but I've worn it regularly since that day in the exec office. Deal with it! #PassionForFashion
“FYI, I met Mr. von Stein at HQ to evaluate n customize the new lingerie line.” I tried to sound extra professional and disguise the truth with flowery language.
“Yeah… Let me stop you right there, silly kitty!” The company owner interrupted me at once. “Everybody knows you’re too forgetful to tell the facts.”
Oh, yikes! The big boss didn’t even let me finish my sentence. So rude!
“Some brief background info.” He quickly seized control, telling the story himself. “In reality, this skanky slut pranced into my office like some cheeky consultant, spouting horseshit phrases like this acronym bullshit!”
And I oop! Only then did I realize that I had legit made a blunder. Unintentionally, I had proven to be a zoomer and exposed myself to ridicule. #WhatsMyAgeAgain
“F-Y-I!” The seasoned exec repeated, putting extra emphasis on every letter.
Holy smokes! It didn’t stop at the verbal rebuff. Instead, I got three harsh pinches to my pussy, one for each letter. Oh shoot! I got my meaty mound squeezed harder than ever. So cringe! #EpicFail
“Consultant my ass!” The staunch scumbag continued. “This bitch is nothing more than a failed reality star. You know that silly top model show, old sod? Total trash parading tabloid trash whores.”
Oh woah! Fake news alert! Beware, my Holligans! Everything he said was the opposite of the truth. In fact, the conniving old codger twisted the facts once again. He was rewriting the truth to contradict me. This time, though, he took it to an absurd level. This was too ridiculous, so I opened my mouth to correct him. But instead of facts, a single deep grunt came over my lips. The embarrassment was real! #TruthBomb
“Listen to this, old pal! The skanky slut really thought she could give us a viral marketing boost or whatever bullshit buzzword they call it these days. Cute, innit?” Mr. von Swine snorted deprecatingly. “At least, the bitch-in-black was willing to grind.”
“Speaking of grinding… She doesn’t have much competence, but she’s got one skill that’s worth a damn!” He elaborated. “So, I let her model the lingerie.”
Oh my gawd! The old-school owner meant every word he said (about me not having more than a singular skill). To prove his point, he even gave me a savage smack on my delicious derriere that made my bubble buns jiggle. Can you believe it, guys? I was getting reduced to an object in the middle of the shop during opening hours. It hadn’t taken long to transfer the power balance from the exec office to the Vonderstore, had it?
Anyway, the narrative was getting closer to the truth, but it still wasn’t on point. The way the head of the Vonderfam rewrote the event was gross! I’ve got more skills than you can count, cringe old man! This insolence legit ticked me off, so I grabbed the arm that was still between my legs. No more! This was the end of the line! #KnockItOff
As if! Although I put both hands around the boss’ forearm, my grip remained slack. So, his hand stayed where it was, giving me another savage squeeze. This time, the filthy swine pinched my clit through the flimsy wetlook material. Oh man! I was already regretting my rash action. The pinch hurt like hell! But the electric jolt that followed was intense as fuck! Consequently, my legs buckled so badly that the only thing keeping me on my feet was the grip around my plump pussy. Unbelievable, but true! #SteadyGrinding
“In the end, she paid for the lingerie in her own way, right ditzi titsi?” The pervy patriarch continued his fake fairytale.
“Where was my cock again?” He suddenly turned to me, asking me to my face.
Holy snap! I knew what he wanted to hear because his goal was clear. He was aiming to trigger me! But I didn’t play along. Instead, my resistance flared up again. As a result, our eyes engaged in a duel of daggers. His deep brown irises were like deep pits, sucking in my electric blue gaze, literally like blue lightning disappearing into a black hole. Sweet jeez! #BlackHolesAndRevelations
“Actions speak louder than words, am I right?” The big boss eventually exclaimed, never breaking eye contact. “Let’s reenact it then! Right here! Right now!”
Excuse me? What a blatant request! It made me grit my teeth! But nothing else changed. Neither of us was willing to give in, so we continued our proxy war. In fact, my hands were still around the boss's forearm. And yet, I didn't pull on it, clutching it in rhythm with the tremors that coursed through me instead. Truth be told, I was fiercely resolved to turn this epic fail into a glorious triumph. But not like this! I wanted to do it on my terms. #IndependentBadass
“It was in my a-hole…” I eventually muttered, albeit with a hint of indignation.
“What? It was where?” The stern old sack called me out stat. “Sorry, I'm old! Too old to hear childish chatter.”
“Here come the judge, pussycat!” He prompted me. “My employees gotta speak in plain terms! Straight talk, Mrs. DeLuca, nothing else!”
“Oh shoot… Oh man…” I let out an exasperated sigh as I realized that the course of action was inevitable. “It was deep in my ass. It was in my asshole, sir!”
Oh my gosh! I’m so not a fan of saying these words out loud (or writing them down, as you know). I don’t even talk dirty in the bedroom! But I was cornered here. The old man’s suggestion was way too reckless! I had to concede a little, otherwise the consequences would have been out of my control. So, I gave an inch, but I wasn’t willing to give more than that. Don’t think for a second that I’d submit completely. Absolutely not!
At the end of the day, the equation was simple. He was the boss who could recover at the drop of a hat. I, on the other hand, was an employee who could be fired with the snap of a finger. This was basic! And super dangerous for me! But at least, I got a reward for my concession. More precisely, the grip on my pussy ceded. In its place, the filthy swine started to softly stroke my vajayjay. And I instantly embraced the new sensations. The more the pleasure grew in my loins, the more the pain of failure eased. Yasss, queen! #YouHaveBeenTrolled
“You said top model, chromedome. But those shoes don’t scream model to me! They don’t fit the skanky slut.” Graybeard filled the brief silence.
Oh please, what was he harping on about? I looked at my black 2” wedge pumps. They were real comfy and that was the most important aspect in my line of work. Everything else was secondary. #ComfortZone
“You’re right, old sod! Good catch!” Mr. von Swine was fully on-board. “Have you ever seen a top model wearing such grannie loafers.”
Holy crap, what a drag! My face when I felt the burn. The shame was next level, blazing over my cheeks scorching hot. In response, I looked down at the ground. This was so out of character for me! But the embarrassment made me do it. Worse than that, however, was the fact that the boss’ finger was gone from my pussy. Hard to believe, but it was immediately missed. To be perfectly honest, I legit longed to have that vice grip back on my plump pussy. I swear! #IronyOfLife
But before I knew it, the two old-timers focused on something else. Giddy like puppies, they picked out a bunch of shoes for me. Granted, being treated as a model was a nice appreciation of my athletic figure and graceful posture (even if it was just as a trashy reality show contestant). At the same time, though, it reinforced the objectification. The cringe old creeps treated me as a glorified display dummy when I should be working as a creative visionary designing new visual merchandise strategies. As you can see, I was once again torn! #CreateYourBestSelf
Strictly speaking, the Vonderstone label has never made shoes, at least not until today. Since the brand expansion, however, we carry some special footwear to go with the lingerie line. Accordingly, it’s a collection of exotic crazy-heels that are legit eye-catchers. To be frank, the shoes have only one purpose: to make men's hearts beat faster. #FierceFootwear
Alright, guys! Of course, you want me to spill the tea on the shoes the boomer boys picked out for me, right? OK, fine, let me dish! First, the company owner chose a pair of high heels that were surprisingly exquisite, once again proving his fashion sense. Not only was the green color drip, but it also matched my uniform. So, the whole fit was lit!
I know, I know, more details (but don’t you dare gripe about boring technical terms afterwards). So, let’s keep this short and sweet: The heels were a pair of green suede sandals with a 5.5” stiletto heel, 1.5” platform, and double ankle straps. As flashy highlights, they had gold glitter embellishments on the instep and heel. So, it’s easy to see that the look was straight-up fire!
And for this reason, the old pals were content with me modeling the glitter heels in the back section… believed no one ever! The opposite was true! The boomer boys chose the aisle between the men’s and women’s departments as my runway. And so, I had to walk from the back to the front, parading the high heels all the way across the store before returning to the lingerie area. #EveryHallwayIsARunway
Like any true fashionista, I had worn my fair share of fierce footwear, so I was no stranger to high heels. Although I had full command of my ‘heel-to-toe’ walk, adapting this style to a catwalk (aka strutting in a narrow line by crossing your legs) was high-key difficult. A couple of times, I almost tempted fate when I took a step too big. But my ballet training finally paid off because each time I was able to regain my balance before anything serious happened. #BalletCatwalk
Anyway, the cringe old creeps were just getting started. And so, the next two pairs were chosen by Graybeard who doesn’t really have a feel for anything en vogue. Accordingly, his selections were rather bland and basic. His second choice, however, proved to be a challenge. The bowling bloke opted for a pair of black heels with zipper-look and wrap-around straps. At first glance, they looked hella boring! At second glance, however, the 6” heel caught my eye! Definitely, a height I wasn’t used to, especially since the shoes had no platform. As a result, I had to walk on tip toes, so I could only take tiny steps. What a balancing act!
Still, there’s no denying that the sky-high heels lengthened my legs and forced my back to arch. The slimming effect was real, creating a super attractive silhouette. I looked taller and sharper while I walked more gracefully and confident. And yet, a part of me was low-key disappointed. There were no customers in the store to see me kill it on the runway. But then again, I didn’t want a bunch of randos to see me like this. After all, I had a reputation to defend! #ReputationMatters
For the last round, Mr. von Swine took the reins again. And I must admit, he was cooking! Proving his flair for drama, he chose an extraordinary piece of dark fashion. Believe me, I had to gulp when he held the shoes in front of my nose. They looked excessive! And they were legit special! After the previous heels had been disappointingly bland and basic, however, I appreciated the unique vibe. #FaceItNoBasic
Not gonna lie, the name ‘crazy heels’ was well deserved as they were a pair of black matte knee boots with lacing at the front. The crazy part referred to the 7.5” heel and 3.5” platform. To be honest, I had never seen boots that high in my life! The moment I put them on, however, something clicked, and everything made sense. Not only did the heels change my posture, but they also changed my behavior. Suddenly, all my moves were super sexual. No doubt about it, the term ‘hooker hoofers’ was dead-on. I swear, the sky-high platform boots looked like they were exclusive to strippers. #LadiesOfTheNight
And I felt the effect stat. The huge platforms forced me to literally prance like a pony (instead of walk like a model)! I did my best to take long strides and put one foot in front of the other. Imagine walking on a tightrope. It was mad difficult! As a result, my fashion walk took extra-long, giving the brash boomers the opportunity to check me out from all angles. Although I basked in the attention, I was also distracted by their intense stares. And so, I swayed and staggered more than ever. In the end, I was super happy to make it to the entrance without accident. Without my ballet training, it would have been a disaster, I swear!
And then a stunner hit me out of nowhere, literally like a cold shower. The door opened, and a customer walked in! The man almost bumped into me, catching an eyeful of my big booty. Remember the black wetlook shorts? They’re so tight they squash my bubble butt and bulge out my bodacious buns, leaving the bottom half of my ass peeking out from underneath. The horror!
“Hey, Frank! I see the weekend’s started. You’re acting frankly already, huh?” The newcomer shouted across the salesroom. “Man, I leave you n Richard alone for 5 mins n you’re already cruisin’ for a bruisin’. What else is new?”
Holy smokes! The oldie-come-lately took me completely by surprise. That's why I stood paralyzed with fear at the entrance. Thank heavens, it was another one of Mr. von Stein’s old pals. The realization made me relax, but it didn’t make me move. Instead, I stood still until the next boomer had mustered me from head to toe. Sweet jeez! What the hell was this? An old boys’ club or a bingo party for seniors? Shake my head!
As you can see, guys, there’s a lot to unpack here. First, I finally learned that the company owner is called Frank, and his gray-haired buddy is Richard. Completing the trio is Carl who’s a bald poc. Most of the time, they call each other by their nicknames. So, let me present to you: Frank-the-Tank, Rip, and Carlito.
Not only are these nicks so old they’re hanging in there like sagging skin, but they must also be sarcastic. In reality, Frank is anything but swole and Richard looks so scrawny that his body could never get ripped. Carl is the polar opposite of short, as he’s big and burly. He actually looks like he played football as an offensive lineman in the past (which must have been in a land before our time). #FantasyFest
Whatevs! Mr. Lineman didn’t come to the store for shopping. Instead, the trio had an appointment with the golf course. At least, that’s what I deduced from his outfit, as he was wearing a knitted sweater and khakis. See, my Holligans? I wasn’t far off! Bingo or old men fetch, what’s the difference, right?
Anyway, a big part of me was relieved! A casual watching me model the hooker hoofers was so much better than a rando. At the same time, though, a small part of me was overjoyed. A growing audience was better than obscurity. After all, it’s not every day that you slay it on the runway, is it? My goodness! The conflict was next level! #RunwayQueen
“That the pseudo primadonna you told me ‘bout, Tank?” Carlito asked, still shouting across the salesroom to make sure his old pal could hear him. “You know, the fake fashion floozy trying out as a model?”
Excuse me? The… what? Who else had the company owner told about me? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seemed like the whole world knew about our encounter. What a realization! It shook me to the core! Truth be told, I was so devastated that I couldn’t even look at Tia, who was standing in the woman’s department intently watching the scene unfold. #BystanderEffect
And then all hell broke loose! Out of the blue, I felt a swat on my butt. My face when the slap hit me. My eyes snapped open, and my gaze shot up from the floor. I had expected anything but that! Even though the strike was a far cry from the patriarch’s hard smacks, it still made my delicious derriere shake! After all, my glorious glutes were hanging halfway out of the wetlook shorts. This was hectic! #BlondeMoment
“That’s your secret sign, innit?” Lineman said with a triumphant tone in his voice.
Oh my god! The big fella slap my ass before he even said hello. Can you believe it? How cocky can you be? Worse than that, however, was the fact that he took it all for granted. Not only did he spank me, but he also ordered me around in the most casual way ever. This was outrageous! It should have gotten me into a tizzy. #ScandalizeMe
But it didn’t, because I had bigger issues to deal with. The giant geezer wasn’t just overbearing, he was legit indiscreet. Why didn’t he step outside and announce it to the whole mall with a microphone? Let’s air all the dirty laundry and blare out all the juicy details… said no one ever! The shame burned so hot on my cheeks that I feared my skin would melt. And yet, that wasn’t the only feeling. At the same time, my pussy spasmed like it was hyperventilating. The conflict was killing me! #EmbarrassmentOfRiches
But I had no time to sort out my feelings because the slap got me going. Stumbling forward, the bystander effect struck! In theory, the presence of others affects performance. When you’re confident in your ability, spectators improve performance. When your unfamiliar with the task, however, your performance deteriorates. And that’s what happened to me! As I had no practice with the sky-high platform boots, I staggered and swayed more than ever. Halfway down the lane, I came dangerously close to tripping over my own feet. No more slaying the runway but failing at modeling! The shame was on another level! #ChokingUnderPressure
Let me tell you, it was a rocky road back to the lingerie section. It actually felt like the longest walk ever. The hooker hoofers literally made me shaky on my pins, so I barely made it up the stairs. Passing the two boomer boys, their collective grin couldn’t have been any more smug. #FawnOnWobblyLegs
“That’s a nice lil primadonna prance you got going there.” Mr. von Swine welcomed me back.
“What you say, Rip? Don’t you think Mrs. DeLuca should keep wearing those boots for the rest of her shift?” He suggested as if he were some sorta mentor.
“Yeah! The fashion floozy needs any training she can get.” The bowling bloke immediately endorsed the proposal and even adopted the new nickname. “These boots are made for working, right?”
Holy snap! I should have known better, but I didn’t expect this. Absolutely not! Although I was easy prey after failing my catwalk, it was going too far! This was too unfair! And yet, I didn’t say a word or throw any shade. After all, I didn’t want to complain again. I already looked like a loser, so I didn’t want to sound like a whiny millennial too! Believe me, I could already hear the boomer talk and that was enough to make my pussy throb. I swear! #LowHangingFruits
Whatevs! The golf gang barely waited for me to adjust my uniform before they waltzed out of the store. They looked like a jovial group of old boys ready for some weekend fun and they left behind a young fashion floozy who was hornier than ever.
What the hell? I had put on a super sexy show for them, so I deserved a reward, didn’t I? In fact, I would have done anything to get my hands (or rather holes) on the boss’ boner. But someone cheered too soon! I didn’t even get another touch to my clit or squeeze of my coochie. Instead, the old boys let me stew in my juices, and I got to feel the full extent of it. I must admit, my arousal had never been so high. In truth, I had never felt so needy. This sucked balls! #DesperatelyNeed
The only thing that cheered me up was Tia coming over to me and telling me that she was so jealous. She would have given her right arm to be in my place, modeling those crazy heels for Matt and his fratbros. Her words, not mine. I swear! #EnvyMeChallenge
So, what’s your take on it, my fashion fam? Do you think my new boots look good on me? Did I blow a major opportunity here? I’m low-key twisted! Should I have thrown myself at the old-school owner instead of playing it cool and being left with lust in my loins? Now, the chance is gone, and it may never come again. Anyway, hugs and kisses!
---How to casually slide into someone’s DMs without being weird---
*SirBelty: It’s obvious to everyone but you, holly honey. You’re meant to be a living display dummy. Those three old guys only see you as a walking goodtime! That’s all you’ll ever be. Something to look at! If you’re a good Holly Dummy, you might even graduate to a porno pet. Then maybe one of them will lower his standards and stick his dick in your holes (again). #YouShouldBeSoLucky*
Oh hey, Belty! Interesting thoughts you’ve got there. I agree with some and disagree with others. You're right about modeling, obviously! My looks are fire and tailor-made for a lingerie model! Although that's not my current career focus, it's always good to have options, don’t you think? And that’s where you’re wrong. I do have options! So, you made a spelling error: ‘maybe I will lower my standards…’. There, corrected it for you! Thank me later! Still, not happening, though…
* Dicktator69: LOL! Lemme summarize for you! First, it was oh-so-cringe that your old-ass boss mounted his fashion horse, rode you hard n put you away wet. But now u can’t think bout anything else. Your panties get wet just thinking bout his iron fist owning your ass (like literally, I bet). Someone needs a boss bang and bad. Face it, bitch, the owners living rent free in your head.*
Oh sheesh! Hella vigilant of you to notice! A legit fashionista! Still, a tricky question! I must admit that the big boss keeps sliding into my mind (by the way, is that the boomer version of sliding into my DMs?). Even though I can't really explain it, I think I thirst for his attention because I want him to acknowledge me. I want his recognition for being the best salesgirl! I swear, there's nothing sexual about it. This is all about proving it to the doubters and convincing them with my competence. Mosdef!
* Anonymous: For fucks sake! If you wanna get gangbanged by a geezer gang so fucking bad, just drop your pants n let it happen! At least you’d have some exciting shit to write about. Not this psychobabble that nobody wants to read. #DeedsNotWords #StupidBitch*
Oh boy! Maybe, I wasn't precise enough in my wording. To be clear, I’m not looking for a gangbang or foursome or anything like that. That’s your fantasies talking. However, I agree that actions are important. That being said, this blog is about me processing my feelings. So, you'll have to live with the psychobabble. Sorry, not sorry!
But of course, I’m always ready to listen to my followers! So, how about this? From now on, I'll try to keep the touchy-feely talk short and sweet. Instead, I promise to give you lots of action!
All right, guys! I bet you can tell that these comments left me on the fence. Reading them made me hornier than I’d like to admit, leaving me all hot-and-bothered in front of my notebook. So now, I guess I’ve gotta look at hot pics and reblog sexy photos. Sigh!
---How to sell anything to anybody and make it a success---
*BlazedBabe: hey hun! luv how brave you are to share your emotions, even when they’re conflicting. it takes real balls (pun intended). so don't let those creeps n mean tweets intimidate you. always remember your true fashion fam got your back. You got mad hustle n a dope soul. just keep slaying, girl!*
Aw, thanks, girl! I’ve gotta say the support from my loyalistas is lit! It gives me so much strength. More precisely, it legit motivates me to give you guys the latest breaking news from current events.
For anybody who cares: Tia was off today because she had a doctor’s appointment. That left me alone with Matt in the store. What could possibly go wrong? More than you might think! Ever since our resident fratboy has become the store manager, his homies (or rather his ‘top bros’ as he likes to call them) come over for lunch on a regular basis. Most of the time, these lunch breaks end with the fratsters sharing the hottest gossip from college. As usual, they try to outflex each other by bragging about the latest bitches they’ve banged or plan on banging. Go figure! #FratboysWillBeFratboys
Today, two of Matt’s favorites among the top bros came by the Vonderstore. They’re the same age as him, so they’ve already graduated from college. Still, they’re Yamos alumni, so their conversations revolve almost exclusively around their old college experiences. After all, that’s the only topic that matters, right? #Ties4Life
Just so you know, both guys are in no way inferior to the douchebro. Actually, they look even more preppy, if you know what I mean. As far as details go, I can tell you that one of them is named Ben. He’s easy to spot because he wears his hair over-gelled and slicked back. He also loves to wear sky-blue polos with popped collars. Yikes! The other bro is called Ryan. He always sports a carefully styled 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look and prefers skaterwear. Although he often wears pink polos, he considers himself more of an alternadude than a regular fratboy. Big yikes!
Anyway, judging by their looks, it’s safe to say that both guys haven’t evolved one bit since their frat days. And yet, we’re supposed to keep an open mind, so never judge a book by its cover, even if it’s mad difficult. As usual, the three fratsters lounged around in the manager’s office while leaving the door open. Since Matt runs the store, they expect to have carte blanche. That’s why they didn’t hold back. In the meantime, I was stacking the shelves near the office because our skeevy supervisor had given me the most menial task he could find. What else is new… said no one ever! Consequently, I got to hear every stupid joke in existence. Granted, the three dudebros are like a well-oiled machine for demeaning sex jokes, hypermasculine posturing, and insults about women’s looks. To be honest, it would be impressive if it wasn’t so misogynistic. Roll my eyes!
Hold on a sec! You guys want a taste of it, don’t you? Of course, you do! So, here’s an example that’s extra cringe:
“Remember that Aaron dude? Why did he major in anatomy again?” I heard Ben ask into the room, reminiscing.
“That’s an old one, bro! Still a sweet one, tho! Cuz he thought he’d get to study a-broad!” His tousle-headed buddy responded.
Yup! That was the best of the bunch. Told you so! From there on out, every joke got worse. Still, I had the pleasure of listening to each and every one until I could no longer stifle a disapproving groan. Shake my head!
And then it came to a head. For some reason, Ben darted out of the office and planted himself right in front of me.
“Hey, beautiful! Why don’t you go n get us some lattes from the coffee shop?” He told me in a commanding voice.
Beg your pardon? The Gelpal actually managed to keep a straight face as he gave me this instruction. Can you believe it? He didn’t even try to say the word ‘latte’ in Italian (as you’d expect) but instead pronounced it in German (fyi, Latte means picket in German but is mostly used as a vulgar term for dick). Even though he failed with both accents, the insinuation was clear. But I didn’t play along! Instead, I completely ignored the idiot (which included the heavy hint and sexist pet name). #EverythingZen
My reasons were simple. Firstly, he wasn’t my boss, so he didn’t get to tell me anything. Secondly, I wasn’t some obscure waitress, so I wouldn't be of service to him in any way. But he was still best buddies with my supervisor! That’s why I eventually flashed him a fake smile after keeping him on tenterhooks for a few moments. Just as I opened my mouth to tell him off (albeit in the politest way possible), Ryan interrupted me. #LatteArtist
“Man! Does she look like a barista to you?” The Touslehead shouted over from the office. “Those boots ain’t made for walkin’, bro! Those stripper heels are meant for chrome poles.”
Excuse me? That sexist joke was aimed directly at me, wasn’t it? The balls on the guy! Although I managed to stifle a scoff, I couldn’t help but shake my head and roll my eyes at the same time. This was insane!
Despite my indignation, I must admit that the fratster was right about one thing: I was definitely not a barista! And I most definitely wasn’t a stripper either. I was a free and independent baddie so I could wear whatever, whenever, and wherever. Besides, it was clear that the moron had no clue about fashion. Those ‘stripper shoes’ are becoming mainstream. Many celebs can be seen wearing them as everyday footgear, I swear! #LivingUnderARock
“Sweet!” Ben shot back. “But I don’t give a fuck! I need my caffeine, you know that bro!”
“What ‘bout this, babydoll?” He directed his attention back to me. “We start with a coffee n after that we graduate to a lapdance.”
Pardon me? He was a real piece of work, wasn’t he? The pet names and heavy hints were clearly getting out of hand! This was scandalous! Accordingly, I seethed with anger, even though I still tried to ignore the sexual innuendos as best as I could. What I couldn’t ignore, however, was the Gelpal pulling some bills from his pants and stuffing them into my cleavage. Are you serious? The cheek on this guy!
Not gonna lie, his casual attitude was despicable! But something else was worse. He hadn’t even asked for permission! That was the final straw! I couldn’t hold back any longer. Instead, I got furious as fuck! I actually got too furious because my temper got the better of me. #SteamBoiler
“You want a drink, dude?” I asked the ‘Yamos’ alum, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You can have this.”
For the love of god, I really did it! I know it may sound unbelievable, but it’s the truth! I reached out and grabbed a vase that was sitting on the checkout counter. Pulling out the flowers, I splashed the water right into the dudebro’s face. I gave the smug idiot a cold shower before he had a chance to react. I literally made him look like a drowned (f)rat. What a sweet sight!
Oh gee, that was a relief! I had needed this outburst. No cap! The look on the fratboy’s face when he felt the cold water on his skin. Can you say puzzled? My feelings when I saw his stunned reaction. Can you say cheers? It was more than deserved, and it felt even more fabulous. Yasss, queen! #YouReapWhatYouSow
Of course, his buddies noticed! More precisely, they laughed their heads off when they saw their homie with water on his face. The GelPal’s response, however, was the opposite. He was so angry that he needed some time to collect himself. When he finally reacted, he stepped so close to me that he towered over my small figure. Gasp! Reaching back with his hand, he seemed ready to hit me. Gulp!
And then the door opened! Everything that followed seemed to happen simultaneously. A customer entered the store and stopped the dudebro in his tracks. Just the right moment! But not the right customer! Does anyone else know that feeling when a myriad of different emotions wash over you? Yup, I was legit torn! And it didn’t get any better when I recognized the man. It was the big boss himself! Mr. von Stein was standing at the entrance and had seen it all! #BossTime
In case you missed it, I was too dazed to do anything. The perceptive patriarch, on the other hand, acted real cautious, locking the door before intervening. But he didn’t go straight for the smug fratster. As if! He didn’t take him to task at all. Quite the opposite! My feelings when he sat down on a sales table and pulled me over his lap. It happened without warning! My face when he pushed up my booty shorts. This was taking a wrong turn! Making the wetlook material disappear into my butt crack, he exposed my glorious glutes for everyone to see. #DupedAF
By then, Matt and Ryan had gotten alarmed by the sudden commotion and stormed out of the office. But they stopped in their tracks when they noticed the company owner. As a result, the three dudebros stood in the middle of the Vonderstore, watching as the stern old sack flipped me over his knees. The horror!
“Oh… ohh…” I began to scream. “Ohhh… oohhh… ooohhh!”
Oh my gawd! The big boss started to give me a legit spanking. At first, he concentrated on my left bubble bun, adding more punch to every swat. Accordingly, each of my screams grew louder and more distorted with pain.
“Ah… ahh…” I changed tune as the filthy swine changed cheeks. “Ahhh… aahhh… aaahhh!”
Oh my gosh! The spanking was savage! He gave me five brutal blows on each butt cheek, leaving ten handprints on my poor ass that glowed as fiery as flames. This was so unfair! And the pain was even more severe! But no one intervened. Instead, the three fratsters watched in stunned silence. And yet, they weren’t the only ones who were too shook to move. I was so paralyzed from shock that I could do nothing but scream and shout. This was horrible! #ShookAF
“So… meanwhile at the ranch! What were you gonna buy when my salesgirl made that unforgivable mistake?” Mr. von Swine asked Ben when he took a break from the spanking.
Oh sheesh! The Gelpal was still in a state, so he didn’t fully understand the boss’ intention. As a result, he said the first thing that came to his mind, which was a 10 bucks t-shirt. Unbelieve, but true! And even more stupid!
Still, the decision was made! As it turned out, Mr. von Stein was judge, jury, and executioner in his stores. I, on the other hand, wasn’t even allowed to take the stand. So, the pragmatic patriarch determined that I should get ten slaps to my bottom, which he considered a proper punishment for my insolence to a customer. Sure enough, those spanks were on top of the slaps I had earned for representing the fashion label in a bad light. This was horrendous! #RepresentationMatters
“Oh.. ahh… ohhh… aahhh… ooohhh!” I howled soon after.
Oh my god! As the cunning old codger continued my punishment, he alternated between my butt cheeks. By spreading the heat, he made the burn so much worse. This was savage!
“Ah.. ohh… ahhh… oohhh… aaahhh!” I started yelping between my heavy panting.
Holy mother of…! The filthy old fart tenderized my bootylicious buns, making each slap sting more than the last. This was fierce! As a result, my body responded by rearing back. Draped over his knees, my rump bobbed up with each swat. As if I were doing a yoga exercise on the boss’ lap! It looked ridiculous! You could say, I made an ass of myself while the filthy swine made hamburger meat of my ass. The horror was real! #ItsOverWhenItsOver
“What ‘bout you, spark?” Mr. von Swine eventually asked Ryan. “Sock it to me! What you wanted to buy?”
Oh shoot! My eyes snapped open when I heard the old-ass owner repeating the question. I so badly wanted to intervene and tell him that the skaterbro had nothing to do with the argument. Small problem? I couldn’t bring myself to disagree with my boss! Instead, I shot a round of daggers at the alternadude to send him a clear message. Suffice to say, it was a warning shot to keep him from doing anything stupid. #ShotAcrossTheBow
Correct me if I’m wrong, but my icy stare should have frozen his lips together. But it didn’t! Instead, the Touslehead responded way too hasty! After taking a brief look around the store, he picked the first thing he saw on the shelves. It was a 20 bucks polo shirt, which meant 20 more slaps for my burning butt. This was unreal! I can’t even… with this dumb bro!
“Well, Mrs. DeLuca! See this as instant karma!” Mr. von Swine remarked dryly. “A lasting reminder that shit like this must never happen again. You’ve gotta get a grip! Stop your soap opera at work!”
Oh my gawd! The cranky old codger was twisting the facts again, completely retelling the story. Nothing could be further from the truth! I so wasn’t a diva at work. As if! I was a legit role model!
“The choice is yours, sweet cheeks. Who should have the honor? The store manager or me?” The staunch scumbag surprised me with his next move. “Who shall give you that friendly reminder, ditzi titsi?”
Holy smokes! Just like that, the seasoned exec made me the main actor in his narrative. In fact, he forced me to make a pick. The problem? Both options were terrible! On the one hand, Mr. von Swine had already proven to be a savage sleazebag. On the other hand, his bastard son was the douchiest of douchebags. What an impossible choice! This ain’t it, chief! #ControlYourNarrative
“You, Mister!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
Truth be told, the decision wasn’t as hard as it seemed at first. After all, I know I can handle a lotta things. Getting spanked by a stupid college dropout, however, is definitely not one of them. That’s a step too far! I can tell you for a fact that the insufferable jerk would never lay a finger on my body. Real talk!
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, pussycat!” The filthy swine played the boomer card again.
Oh my gosh! He didn’t let me off the hook that easily. He legit wanted me to grovel and beg. Most of all, he wanted the world (or rather the band of bros) to hear it. A hundo p! Obviously, the head of the Vonderfam was dead set on proving his dominance to any challenger to his throne. #GameOfBros
“Please sir!” I blurted out after taking a deep breath to brace myself. “You’re legit! No cap! You’re the only one who knows the just punishment!”
“Choose the right measure, sir!” I added, becoming overzealous once again. “Teach me a lesson I’ll never forget. For real!”
“That’s nice to hear, silly kitty! Of course, I must comply with such a sweet request.” The seasoned exec seemed pleased with my plea.
“Too bad, my arm’s getting tired.” He quickly turned the tables. “I guess I’ll have to use a hairbrush then.”
What the fuck? He couldn’t be serious! What an awful idea! It made me panic! And so, my eyes followed his finger. What I saw made me scoff and shudder at the same time. I couldn’t believe it! He was actually pointing at the care products we were selling on a display stand. This couldn’t be real! But all too soon it became reality.
“Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Ooowwwaaahhh!” I started crying.
Oh yikes! My poor posterior had become so sensitive that every little touch was pure agony. And yet, the persistent patriarch brought out the heavy artillery with every stroke of the brush. Does anyone else want to imagine the feeling of the hard wooden side of the hairbrush landing with a loud thud on my glowing glutes? Thought so!
For fuck’s sake! The intensity was unbearable! The pain vibrated through every cell of my body, so I had to move to compensate for the anguish. As a result, I stomped my feet whenever my rump took a hit. Since I was wearing those sky-high boots, I actually thudded the tip of the platforms onto the ground. But hey, who’s a stickler for trifles, right?
“Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Aaarrrggghhh!” I bawled my eyes out while tears ran down my cheeks.
Oh shoot! After ten blows, I couldn’t keep it together anymore. So, I changed my modus operandi. Instead of stomping wild as hell, I kicked furious as fuck! To prevent me from slipping off, Mr. von Swine had to pull my body all the way across his lap until my legs were hanging in the air. But that didn’t stop me from making a fuss. Instead, I clenched my fists and pounded them onto the ground with every clubbing blow while my legs continued to flounder through the air. Safe to say, I was hysterical!
And then it was over! I hardly noticed, staying in my position for a few more moments. When I finally realized it, I was more relieved than ever! As soon as the sour old sack let go of me, I fled behind the cash register. Actually, I could barely stay on my feet (with or without those sky-high platform heels). But whatevs! I made it and reached the cash point where I practically collapsed, dropping to my knees behind the counter.
“Now, Matty! Time to prove that you’re capable of running this place. No more excuses!” The company owner gave his son a warning. “Kiss these troublemakers off! This is your mess n it’ll never happen in my store again! Understood, young man?”
“You bring your pals in line n fast! Otherwise, you’re lazy ass joins them in the unemployment line. Gettit?” He really stressed the gravity of the situation. “I’ve cut you enough slack! That’s over now! Damn straight!”
Oh wow! My jaw when I heard Mr. von Stein talk like that. It dropped to the floor in surprise! Even though the pain in my butt thumped so loud that I could barely hear a word, the message was clear. The company owner had been forced to punish me to save face for his son. And yet, he stood up for his employees (aka me), penalizing the overbearing fratboys. #FairDealsBoss
Oh yeet! I was mad happy when I heard Matt huffing and puffing. It was obvious that he was super angry about his dad’s instructions. Believe me, he actually started moping! My face when I heard him usher his dudebros out the backdoor. The obnoxious jerk was high-key annoyed! My feelings when I realized the arrogant trust fund baby had been taken down a peg (probably for the first time ever). I was high-key delighted! #HappyDance
Nonetheless, I remained behind the counter to stay out of sight (aka out of trouble). While I was trying to collect myself, I suddenly sensed movement at the register. Out of caution, I straightened up and spun around. And then I looked straight at the old-school owner! Phew! I got lucky there, I guess.
“Don’t get sensitive on me now, sweet cheeks!” Mr. von Stein told me.
“You must be out there if you think you can let it all hang out n act like a wildcat at work! No way, Jose!” He called out my quick temper. “What? Did you plan on kicking him in the nuts or what?”
“You need to learn to keep your cool, Mrs. DeLuca!” The seasoned exec informed me. “My salesclerks must be calm n collected.”
“Looks like you’re one of those ADHD kiddies. Busier than a one-eyed cat watching two mouse holes, right?” He added sharply. “A good hiding! That’s the way to go to pacify this silly kitty.”
Holy snap! I stared at the pigheaded patriarch in utter disbelief. His tone made it clear that he wasn’t sorry for anything. On the contrary, he had savored the situation. It was crystal clear how much he enjoyed teaching the cheeky brat a lesson. I’d even say it made his day to put me over his knee and spank me like a naughty girl. I can’t even… with this blunt boomer!
“Look, I’m a Yamos alum myself, so I know these dipsticks.” Mr. von Stein tried to reassure me when he saw my outrage. “That son of a bitch, he’s gotten in trouble for this kinda stuff before. He woulda torn you to pieces without batting an eye. I can’t have that mess in my store.”
“Everybody knows that was the best way to diffuse the situation.” He seemed to speak from experience. “Otherwise, these candyasses wouldn’t have let you alone. Time for my son to kiss them off once n for all.”
All right! Looks like my first impulse had been dead-on! My boss had actually stood up for me, albeit in his own old-school way. I guess, these old-fashioned manners have their advantages after all. Nevertheless, Mr. von Stein had a point. The Gelpal always seemed to be on the verge of snapping and going postal. It could have gotten ugly real quick. So, the company owner had somewhat protected me. #KnightInShiningArmor
“Don’t get teed off, crybaby! You better apologize for making things difficult!” He turned things on me as soon as he saw me relax. “If you wanna keep collecting your wages, you can’t argue or fight with customers. Keep your cool n draw in your claws!”
Holy crap! Does anyone else know that feeling when you cheered too soon? I did when I realized that the sour old sack would never say sorry to me. Obviously, he was a man of little words, letting his actions speak for themselves. If anything, he demanded an apology from me. What the hell? The insolence was real! #ArroganceAtItsFinest
“Most of all, you must learn to show respect to your superiors.” The head of the Vonderfam added. “Otherwise, you won’t have a long shelf-life here.”
Excuse me? Was this a veiled threat or good advice? I couldn’t tell! Either way, I didn’t like his tone. The cunning old codger made it sound like everyone agreed that it was my fault. Allegedly, I was a difficult employee who was rude toward customers. As if my temper was responsible for provoking the disturbance! This was so far from the truth!
So, how did I react? I badly wanted to slap the features off his crinkled face, but that would have only confirmed his accusations, so I hastily stopped. Granted, I had a temper, but it was nothing compared to the short fuse of the smug fratster. He as the culprit, not me! #TemperTantrum
Whatevs! The big boss quickly showed me his definition of respect. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me to the ground. The sudden action caught me off-guard as it came out of nowhere. Just a moment ago, we had been talking about my work behavior, and now he suddenly switched to the other thing (aka sex). This was wild!
But of course, my opinion didn’t matter. Before I knew it, my body had disappeared behind the cash register. On the way down, I noticed that the sleazy scumbag had already pulled his dick out of his pants. Oh woah, he came prepared! Everything had headed toward this, and it had completely flown over my head. So stupid! #BlondeMoment
No matter what, I didn’t resist. Instead, I dutifully spread my legs and squatted down. In a way, I felt obligated to do my boss a favor. After all, he had protected me from the brutal bro. On closer inspection, he had acted high-key modern, treating me in the same way as the men (aka punishing us both). Of course, I would have preferred a sincere apology for him going overboard and being too harsh with the spanking, but this would have to do. I sus, this was his old-fashioned way of saying sorry. #GenderEquality
Anyway, I can’t deny that I was thirsty for sex. In truth, my craving for the boss’ boner was insane. You could say, I was ready to serve. As soon as I was in place, the old-ass owner grabbed my pitch-black hair and wrapped the long strands around his hand. What a vice grip! He instantly used it to tug on my hair and push my head forward. I couldn't react fast enough, so I almost toppled forward. In panic, I put my palms on the old man’s hairy thighs to keep my balance. This was unhinged! #TightRopeWalker
And yet, I didn’t push off. Instead, I let the powerful patriarch have his way with me. As if he’d give a damn! On the contrary, the filthy swine was completely unimpressed, relentlessly pushing my face into his crotch. His thick prick would have poked me in the eye if I hadn't opened my mouth. So, I tried my best to be a good employee and kept my lips open as he drove his shaft inside. As he buried his cock deep in my mouth, I tightly clasped my soft lips around the stiff shaft. Literally like a suction cup! #BlowjobOfTheDay
Hard to believe, but Mr. von Swine showed no reaction at all. This was just another day at the office… said no one ever! The disrespect was too much for me! It legit spurred me on to give him an awesome hummer! So, I started vibrating my lips as if I were trying to suck his soul out of his flesh pipe. But the staunch scumbag still showed no reaction! He didn’t even give me a look! Instead, he carried on as if it was business as usual. And this nonchalant attitude hit a nerve with me! On the one hand, it got my goat! On the other hand, it excited me to no end! The conflict was killing me!
With his grip on my black hair, the seasoned exec began to push my head back and forth. He practically pumped my face up and down on his dick, making me twitch and jerk. As if my discomfort bothered the dirty old dude! The more I struggled, the harder he pumped. To be frank, he was real rough and hella relentless! He practically used my mouth to jerk himself off. This was hectic! #PistonHeads
The struggle grew and grew until it was too big! Eventually, I could no longer keep my hands on his thighs. But I didn't flail about or thrash around. As if! My obedience didn’t allow me do that kinda silly stuff! Instead, I reached behind his body and put my hands on his buns. What an ill-advised move! It gave the filthy swine even more leverage to bang my face. And of course, he took advantage of that asap. As a result, I had no choice but to cling to my boss’ butt while letting him use my face any way he wanted. My submission was real!
Your mileage may vary, but the big boss wasn’t interested in me or my feelings! Not one bit! Instead, he only cared about his pleasure. No cap! You know these fleshlight masturbators that look like a sheath and imitate a sexhole (aka suckhole, pinkhole, or stinkhole)? Slipping it over your dick, you jerk off with it. And that's exactly how the filthy old fart used my head! It sounds unreal, but the persistent patriarch stood there steadfast and grounded. Instead of his hips, it was my mouth that was moving, sliding back and forth over his meat pole at a rapid pace. Tugging at my jet-black mane, he used my mouth like a cocksleeve to get himself off. The objectification was on a different level! #SexToyLife
For a while, Mr. von Swine enjoyed the feeling of my soft lips gliding over his stiff shaft. But then he started to diversify (again such a modern approach). Although variety is the spice of life, he kept the changes so random that I couldn't get used to it! Short and fast... deep and slow! There was no rhyme or rhythm. Not at all! The lack of consistency kept me on my toes. As my eyes watered and my body twitched, I verbally accompanied every change of pace. As if I were a big band! My gagging matched the stabbing. Shrill and choppy... guttural and drawn out! Regardless of the pitch or speed, one thing remained the same: my chocking was hella vulgar and real pitiful.
But then the coarse old codger made another change. I was actually relieved when he pulled his dick from my mouth. But then I winced! It caused a nasty stringer (aka a thick ribbon of drool connecting the tip of his dick to my mouth). The slobbery spit hung in the air before breaking off and dripping down. So gross! At this point, though, my b-cup boobs came in real handy. A pair of big ole tiddies would have gotten in the way, so the drool would have dripped onto the top and stained the uniform. I couldn’t let that happen! No way! Fortunately, it couldn’t happen to me. So yay! Sure enough, the spittle dripped between my spread legs and landed on the floor. Saved by the lack of rack! About time I got lucky!
Don’t get me wrong, guys! Of course, I was glad for the short break. Panting hard, I tried to catch my breath, because the effort was huge. Nevertheless, I reacted stat when I felt pressure at the back of my head. Opening my mouth, I dutifully stuck out my tongue. To be honest, my obedience was so great that I surprised myself the most!
And then I froze! What a stunner! It legit shocked my system! But my stupor was meaningless, because the pervy patriarch was completely oblivious to my reaction. Slipping his thick prick through my soft lips, continued where he had left off and pumped away. I still can’t… with this blunt boomer!
Oh, you wanna know why I was shook? The reason was simple: It was a noise I had heard. Someone had approached the cash register. Mr. von Swine must have reopened the store before he got to the checkout counter. This was insane!
Oh my god! There were customers in the Vonderstore! And now, they were at the cash point. This was unhinged! Panic boiled up inside me. I really wished the ground would open up and swallow me. What if I got discovered? The shame would be boundless! #NoLimitsLife
Holy smokes! My nervousness was at an all-time high. As a result, I could barely stay on the spot. But then the big boss reacted. Not a second too soon, if you ask me! With a tug, he pulled me off his big boner. Dragging me around by my hair, he shoved my back against the counter. Good move, old man! In this position, I was better protected from the looks. Thanks for that!
But hold on a sec! The sleazy scumbag stepped up to the cash register. More precisely, he stepped right in front of me. Oh no, he couldn’t do that! He left me no room to dodge. Oh sheesh, I ended up pinned between his body and the counter. There was no chance of escaping whatever was coming. This was wild!
Holy mother of…! Mr. von Swine began to collect the money from the customers. To open the register, he took another step forward. And so, the inevitable happened! There was no stopping it! Does anyone know how it feels to be standing on the highway with cars approaching at full speed? Yup, that’s exactly how it felt! The old one-eye came at me with no chance to avoid it. So, imagine my surprise when I noticed that my mouth was wide open. I can’t even… with my sense of duty!
A second later, my face was stuffed again. The dirty old dude jammed his dick through my glossy lips as if no one was around. Picking up where he left off, he explored every inch of my mouth. Though, something was different! Come to think of it, the dynamic had changed. No more tugging on my hair, no more using my head as a fleshlight! With my body between a rock and a hard place (or rather a counter and a hard prick), he began to pound my face mad fierce. This was savage! #HoledAF
Oh my gawd! What a development! I should have been glad that I wasn’t getting used as a cocksleeve anymore, right? But I wasn’t! Instead, it felt like I had been relegated from major league sucker to minor league gloryhole. My face had become an immobile object. A warm, wet hole to poke! Instead of a cocksleeve, I was a cocksocket now. What a demotion! The flushing feeling of humiliation filled me and made me shudder. Big yikes! #RelegationBattle
With the back of my head firmly placed against the counter, I had nowhere to go. As a result, the old-ass owner was able to pound my face deeper and harder than ever. Needless to say, he made full use of it. With each thrust, he gained an inch until he hit my uvula. And then he slid into my throat. Remember my attitude towards skullfucking? It was my kryptonite! Ugh! And it wasn’t any better this time around. Yikes!
Trick question! Do you know those vintage doorbells? When the door opens, they get banged and start ringing! From experience, I can tell you that is a hell of a metaphor to describe throatfucking. Every time the big-ass boner hit my uvula, it triggered my gag reflex and sent a shockwave through my body. While I twitched and trembled hella hard, I gagged and choked real wild. #RingMyBell
Let me tell you, guys, tons of drool would have gushed from my lips and splattered all over the place if the shrewd old sack hadn't been equipped with the gigantic girth of a coke can. Luckily, his massive member acted like a plug to hold the slobber in my mouth. I certainly didn’t wanna leave a mess in the store.
With one danger averted, however, the next was already looming. And it was blatantly obvious! I wasn’t just gagging anymore. Instead, the choking mixed with gurgling and quacking, cranking the volume up! You got that right, my Holligans! The noise was so loud that it was impossible to miss. It had to alert the customers. No way around it!
As you can imagine, my panic was palpable! But then Mr. von Swine began to talk to the people. All casual, of course! As if it was the most normal thing in the world! Sheesh! And yet, it did the trick, drowning out my gagging. Thank goodness!
Hold on, though! Even if it helped me to remain undetected, the situation was still high-key humiliation. Up there, the Vonderfounder was having a casual chat, and down here I was working my ass (or rather throat) off! And yet, the squatting suckhole seemed to be nothing more than a sideshow for him, literally like a pretty accessory. Just a cocksocket he poked in passing. The degradation was epic!
Just when I thought it would never happen, the customers left. At long last! Thank you very much! Hard to believe, but I had actually managed to escape detection, albeit by the skin of my teeth. What a close call! In all honesty, I would have taken a deep breath, but the dick was still stuffing my mouth. And so, the patriarch started drilling instead of chilling. Hard to imagine, but he found another gear! Increasing the intensity, he began to pound my throat in earnest. And the gags followed thick and fast while my body quacked fierce and furious. No way, I would have been able to stay on my feet (or rather, on my platform heels) if I hadn't been trapped. #NutflixAndChill
To be honest, I was more than ready to tap out. But then Mr. von Swine proved that he too was at the end of his rope. The twitching of his hips showed the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm! Just before his balls boiled over, the savvy old sack pushed his cock out. He only left the tip of his dick between my lips. And then his stiff shaft started to throb. A second later, he blasted his first squirt into my mouth. Let me tell you, the jizzbomb was huge! There was so much sticky sauce that it made me splutter. I actually found it hard to swallow the whole cumload. But that wasn’t the end of it. As if! In quick succession, several more sperm shots followed. Dutifully clamping my velvety lips around his thick prick, I became anxious, fidgeting around on my knees while my mouth got filled with creamy cock chowder. It seemed like he’d never stop! By the end, there was so much spunk in my mouth that my tongue was drowning in pearly paste. This was hectic! #PraiseTheLoad
And then I didn't even get time to swallow my gooey gift! Instead, I felt a tug at my long, black hair. The staunch scumbag pulled me up. This couldn’t be true! No way! I so didn't want to follow his lead, but suddenly I found myself standing upright at the checkout. I so didn’t wanna find out if there were any more customers in the store. Absolutely not! That’s why I glowered at the staunch scumbag furious as fuck. My blue eyes sent electric shockwaves to the dirty old dude, but he just grinned back. This felt so unreal!
By contrast, Mr. von Swine’s next move was more than real. Grabbing my shoulders, he turned me around. Oh no! I couldn't bear to be seen by any customers, not in this state! But it was too late! Looking into the store gave me the creeps! My hunch had been correct. There were other customers present! But they hadn’t seen me yet. That was more luck than sense! So, I hit the panic button. I needed to get out of sight. The locker room wasn’t far. If I could get in there, I could clean my face and rearrange my outfit. #CustomerFocus
There was only one catch! The company owner was still holding my black mane in his vice grip. I couldn’t free myself from his clutches! And so, the inevitable happened. I quacked in my boots when a couple came straight at me. I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn’t. Instead, the big boss pushed me to the front of the checkout, so I knew what I had to do. I wanted me to cash them! He couldn't be serious! This ain’t it, chief!
Not gonna lie, I got into a tizzy. And for good reason! After all, I didn't have time to check my uniform. Did I have stains on my top or drool on my chin? I didn't know! Frankly, I had enough to do with swallowing the cumload before the couple stood in front of me. This was unhinged! #Dressed4Success
Your mileage may vary, but my hands were shaking with nervousness as the two customers placed their goods on the counter. I tried to act as normal as possible, but that was easier said than done. In reality, I was hysterical! I was pretty sure that I still had some cum in my mouth. It had been too much to swallow it all. This was insane!
Like a scaredy cat, I watched every little movement the customers made. But they didn't show any unusual behavior. That only made it worse! It left me hanging in the air because I was none the wiser! Had they noticed something and covered it up? Had I been lucky and gotten away with it? I had no way of knowing! As a result, I felt like a total slut. So twisted! #IgnoranceIsNotBliss
For heaven’s sake! I felt hella tired when the couple finally left the store. As if I had run a marathon! Unfortunately, my exhaustion was only mental. In contrast, my physical arousal was still sky-high. Simply put, I was hornier than ever! My thirst for cum had been quenched (albeit in the most humiliating way possible). But I hadn't experienced any sexual relief. You could say my carnal desire was at a max!
So, what do you think, my fashion fam? Did the customers notice, or did I get lucky? Let me know.
---How to design a store window display to captivate shoppers---
*KinkyPerv: So... I'm new to this blog and... well, I think you are doing fine Holly! Good thing you did there behind the counter: acting like a good girl! No drama, no anger... just doing what you are supposed to do: swallowing ALL of the cum! You did so well, nobody noticed your mouth full! Such a good bitch you are!
Yasss, Kink! It's always nice to be praised, especially when you’re still a learner! So, thanks loads! But I need to ask: you really think no one noticed the little escapade? That's good to know, because it’s legit reassuring. Mr. von Stein actually thinks so too, because he wasn't done yet. Instead, he went one better. He probably wasn't sure if he had gotten his message across and wanted to hammer it home. Whatever the reason, he had another task for me.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The seasoned exec told me with a sardonic smile. “Looks like you’re finally learning your place. But damn! It’s frustratingly slow.”
“But hey! You’re the looks, not the brains.” He switched it up. “Never overcharge dumb sluts! Everybody knows that. Mental overload’s a thing”
For heaven’s sake, what a swerve! Just when I had pleased him so nicely, he got me all riled up again. The way, he kept switching between good and evil had me completely confused. I never knew where I stood with him, so I always had to be on my guard. What an emotional rollercoaster ride!
“Matt’s your direct supervisor.” The company owner reminded me. “I know he’s never gonna be a sales champion. But that’s okay. You still need to treat him with the dignity that comes with his status. I can't have employees undermining the hierarchy.”
Get outta here! There was the nepotism again! Mr. von Stein knew about his son’s shortcomings, but he overlooked them for the greater good of the family. As a result, the bastard son could do no wrong. He could fail and fail again, but it would be swept under the rug, that much was certain! By contrast, we salesgirls were punished for every little slip-up and stat! So unfair! I can’t even… with this family business!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I had no choice but to accept the situation as a given. So, there wasn't much I could do other than nod in agreement. I wouldn’t apologize, but I could agree to work on my temper, not just at work but in every aspect of life. Frankly, his advice sounded kinda fatherly, and that earned my respect. #MentoringMatters
“Now, keep that top cropped n those pants up your crack.” The strict old sack ordered. “You’re gonna go n redress the display dummies.”
What the heck? Come again? I was gonna do what? I must have misheard! He couldn’t be serious! The stern old sack had almost exposed me to the customers, and he wasn’t done yet. Sheesh! He was playing with my emotions today, for sure.
“Put that glowing ass into the store window for all to see! That’ll teach you, cheeky cunt!” He determined. “Let everyone know what happens to bratty bitches.”
Oh my gosh! My reaction when I looked at the seasoned exec. My eyes popped out of my head and my mouth gaped open. I was ready to throw a temper tantrum! But my expression was already enough drama for the head of the Vonderfam. He raised an eyebrow and that was enough to give me pause. But not enough to make me submit. Not so fast! He wanted a bratty bitch? He could have that, I can promise you that! #MoodSwings
And so, I stared at the persistent patriarch with an icy scowl. But once again, the balky boomer didn’t budge, staring back with his deep, dark pits that sucked me in. I resisted! I remained brave! But eventually, my gaze turned into a deep blue plea. It didn’t work! The dirty old dude wouldn’t let up until I bowed my head. That’s when he told me he was dead serious. He legit wanted the message to hit home, I sus. And it worked!
“Everybody knows you’re turned-on like shit, you fake fashion floozy!” The filthy swine leant forward and whispered into my ear. “Your fat cameltoe’s bigger than ever. You’re soaking those fucking hotpants.”
Sweet jeez! I gasped when I realized that he was right. I hadn’t even noticed how much my vajayjay was dripping because my ass cheeks were still burning like crazy. But that wasn’t all! To my horror, I saw a wet spot forming on the front of my booty shorts. Although it was clear to see, I tried my best to block it out. But it didn’t work!
With all my senses on high alert, the next hour seemed to last an eternity. While I was redressing the display dummies in the store windows, I tried not to pay attention to what was going on outside the shop. But every single person who walked past the Vonderstore was etched in my memory. Although I didn’t keep count, there were at least a dozen different randos who stopped to take a closer look. The embarrassment was epic!
Truth be told, people only had two different reactions. They either shook their heads or cracked a dirty joke. You can guess twice which reaction was more common among the men. Ugh! It sounds unreal, but there was even one male shopper who had the gall to knock on the window and ask for my number. I can’t even… with the male species! #MallStar
OK, that’s it, my Holligans! I’m sure you had lots of lols and rofls while reading the newest ‘Très Chic Tale’. For some weird reason, I feel like I want to hear about it. So, shoot me your comments and give me your opinion.
---How to control your temper before it controls you---
The next 'Très Chic Trend' aims to tame my temper, but not without some trials and tribulations along the way. So, slide into my DMs to give me tips on how to stay Zen.
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