Holly's Sales Training Chapter 05

Holly's Sales Training

Chapter 05

© 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 find your mojo back after a personal defeat---

Hey, my fashion fam! I’m sure you’ve read the breaking news, so you know what’s going on. Sorry to say, but I’m real glum and bummed. In fact, I’m so downcast that I need your support! Please, help me track my feelings and work through this inner trauma. After all, this whole situation is super unfair! That’s why I’ve opened the chatroom to talk things through. Hope to see you there: http://www.chattery.com/treschic

*TheSledgehammer: Don’t let it get you down, Holly! You got style and skills for days! People change jobs frequently these days. It’s no big deal! Nobody finds the perfect job on the first try.*

*Anonymous: No need to be down in the dumps, girl! You can always go back to college. Get your degree, create your own fashion line, and open a trendy store next door! You’ll slay those Vondermorons. They’re old-fashioned designs are uncool and outdated for a reason. They’re no competition!*

Oh yay! That’s so sweet, my Holligans. I knew I could count on you guys. And you didn’t disappoint, for sure! The vibe in the chat was legit encouraging. And it worked! I really needed the pep talk. In fact, I feel so much better already. #PositiveVibes

*SirBelty: Yeah, well! Once again, it was obvious to everyone except you. But Of course you’re a dumb dora who has to be told everything twice and needs to learn the hard way. Face it, you’re not just young, dumb and cummed, you got more baby batter in your c**t than brains in your head. It was only a matter of time till you screwed up at work.*

*Anonymous: Cheer, Holly! Now you can focus on what your [sic] good at. Being a walking goodtime for old men.* 

Oh wow! The vibe in the chat legit changed after a while. The more my mood lifted, the more the wolves came out. I guess they smelled blood when the conversation got more lighthearted. So, they started the teasing and dirty talking, which only made me buzzier and more excited. I sus that’s a self-fulfilling prophecy right there. In the end, you guys legit managed to make me cum with your vulgar language! #ViciousCycle

Whatevs! The fact remains the same. I didn’t see it coming. Not in the least! The firing hit me out of nowhere. No cap! I may have been blind in that eye, but it’s still extremely undeserved. The injustice is blatant! In fact, it’s the double standard that infuriates me the most. That’s why it hits different! #InequityAversion

Anyway, I’m closing the chatroom now. I’ve got a few things to take care off. See you soon. 

---How to persuade anyone of anything---

*Eagerrrl: Oh hun! Dont listen 2 the h8ers! U like bein submissive. So what? Thats totes okie! Just try not 2 get hurt. Oh n dont b concerned abt the size of ur t*ts. I m sure theres sum1 out there that will like em! Stay strong!*

Don’t worry, my fellow fashionistas! Every day, I gain more experience in dealing with the haters. After all, you know what they say about opinions, right? They’re like assholes because everybody’s got one. We’re bad-ass women, so we can’t let it intimidate us. No way! After all, we need thick skin and staying power if we want to change the world. #HatersGonnaHate

By the way, I must admit that I’m slowly starting to embrace the way my legit loyalistas talk dirty to me. In fact, I feel like I’m getting into this whole sexting thing. To be perfectly honest, it makes me low-key proud that my blog attracts some real alphas and true machos. At the end of the day, these comments tell me that you think my narrative is fire! #TalkDirty2Me

But whatevs! It wasn’t just my fashion fam supporting me. Tia helped a lot, too. She actually went out of her way to get me uncancelled by advocating for my reinstatement. More specifically, she brought up the subject when Mr. von Stein came to the Vonderstore for his weekly progress report. In fact, my blonde bae was waiting in the parking lot to intercept him before he entered the store and met his son. 

Trust me, guys, Tia was doing the most with the Vonderstone uniform. She flexed the sexy style even though she was outside the store (aka wearing the myrtle green tank top tied into a crop top and the shiny black wetlook booty shorts pushed up into a camel toe). My busty bestie also donned my black matte knee-high platform boots to get the old man’s attention. After all, it was the exact look the patriarch had chosen for me. Now, that’s what I call commitment!

Let me tell you, I was literally on pins and needles all day long while I waited for news from my bae. When I finally got a message, my heart was pounding in my throat because I was nervous as hell! But it didn’t stop at one text. In the end, I received a whole series of messages explaining what had happened.

*Hey my bae! Met the boss today. When he parked, I walked up to his car n knocked on the side window. He immediately lowered it, so I straight up confronted the ole dude. Good start, right? Leaned in n told him he’d never find more competent n skilled coeds than us. He agreed asap.*

*What a rotten bastard! He had the balls to ask if I tripped over my tongue cos we’re more like cunty n stupid ho-eds. So I hit him with the facts to prove he got no grounds to fire you. Told him you only used the storage room once for banging. I screwed around in there a lot more. Yet he didn’t fire me! That’s what you call differential treatment!*

*Oh man! The ole fucker totally twisted my words. Told me I should be fired too. The cheek on the dirty ole dude! He left me no choice. So I unleashed the arguments that matter most. Pulled down my top n showed him my pair of killer skills. No dude can resist the power of titties, right? Sure thing, it worked!*

*Okay, my bae! Let the ole fucker play with my terrific titties. As cherry on top, I showed him what an epic throatjob feels like. Sorry to say, but it only worked to keep my own job. Real sorry, Passionista!*

*Gotta bounce! The boss’ car needs an interior cleaning.*

Oh my god! I couldn’t believe what I was reading. This couldn’t be true! Impossible! It must have been a dream. I’d wake up any second, right?

Of course, I didn’t wake up because it wasn’t a dream. As if! It was the cold, hard reality. What a bummer! I actually had to read the messages several times to fully grasp their meaning. As a result, I became increasingly unhinged. This was madness! There was only one rational explanation that made sense. Tia was joking, right? She was playing with me. That must be it! Weird flex, but OK! #SuspensionOfDisbelief

Not gonna lie, I spammed Tia with text bombs because I was low-key panicking. But she took her time to respond. Dang it! I can’t even… with my scatterbrained sis! 

As I was going crazy, I tried to distract myself as much as possible, so I found myself browsing the blogs of like-minded subs. I finally got clarity when my bestie sent me a voicemail that spelled it out plain and simple. And it got me all worked up because it was the opposite of what I wanted to hear. In truth, it only confirmed my worst fears. There was no way around it! I had to face the music! Blocking out the facts wasn’t gonna help me, even if it sounded like a great coping mechanism. #RealityCheck

Holy smokes! Mr. von Stein was a legit hard-ass! He remained resolute and stuck to his decision, even when it was bad for business! Nobody had a better sales record than me! So, it seemed ill-advised! Besides, it was my first workplace transgression. What about second chances? After all, young employees need to make mistakes to learn, don’t they? 

Whatevs! The news from my busty boo left me more frustrated than ever. There was only one positive aspect to this whole affair. Tia had stood up for me! She had done her best to help me. It was little consolation, but she truly was my best friend. No doubt about it! #BffThroughThickAndThin

Nevertheless, I was low-key jealous. Tia had failed to get my job back, but she still had the honor of feeling the boss’ boner. So unfair! That’s why I began to imagine the scene in the boss’ car, even though I didn’t want to. Dang it! This was high-key depressing, and yet it made me hella horny! What a dissonance! Fortunately, I received another text before it got any worse. This time from Mr. von Stein himself. Lucky me!

*What’s your bag, pussycat? So you’re sending your friends to do your bidding now? Gotta say, that chick with the big fat tits, she’s something. The way she strutted up to my car decked out in your hooker hoofs looked fucking choice. Tho, you still beat her in the cameltoe department.*

*Irony’s lost on you millenitards, innit? Leaning into my car like a true street hooker n arguing HR practices with me. That shit was hilarious! You’re breastie’s lucky, tho. When you look that hot, you don’t need to be smart. She soon realized what was up when I pulled her fat fucking fleshcans out. Those heavy hooters dangling in the car n her ass hanging out in the parking lot. That was far out!*

*Sure enough, your breastie’s no wildcat that needs taming. The fine fox was all cheery n giggly when I tested the dairy farm n groped her milk fountains. Hell yeah! She didn’t resist when I pushed her down n fucked her face hard n deep. Blondie certainly knows how to deepthroat a cock. You should learn a thing or two from her, silly kitty. Never had such a blast on a parking lot before.*

*Fun fact? The big tit chick almost came when some people walked by n commented on her barely clad ass hanging outta my car. Laughed my ass off right there! But there’s a drawback, as always with you millenitards. You breastie made quite the mess with all that throat slime on my car seat. So I sent her to the car wash to clean that shit up. You should have seen her pout. Hehe!*

*Always said my SUV will come in handy one day. The spacious back seats are perfect for banging a big tit bitch. There’s enough head space to let the fine fox ride my cock while I motorboat those fantastic fleshcans. Also enough room to lay Blondie on her back while I go apeshit fucking those heavy hooters n shooting my pearly gift all over her face. Hell yeah!*

*As grand finale, I showed your breastie some tricks from my youth. You ever heard about hangin’ a B.A.? It’s when a car full of guys pulls up to another car n one of the guys pulls down his pants, bends over, n sticks his bare ass out the window. In this case, it was the big tit chick letting her bare ass hang out n me going for a spin on the parking lot. Haven’t felt so young in a long time.* 

*Gotta say, Blondie knows how to safe her job. Too bad you weren’t there to work you’re ass off n do the same. Too little, too late. Everybody knows life sucks, right? So suck it up, buttercup!* 

Oh my gawd! I must have been in the wrong movie! There must have been a conspiracy going on! Any second, the next message would clear it all up. Tia and Mr. von Stein had teamed up to prank me, right? This had to be it! 

But it wasn’t! In the end, it was neither a joke nor a prank. Instead, the old-school owner was dead serious. The truth was simple! Tia had kept her job and I had lost mine. Those were the facts, I swear! #IrrefutableTruth

To make matters worse, I got the messages from my boss while surfing the net, so I was horny as hell. I’m not proud of it, but I made myself edge as I read the texts over and over again. To be honest, I was so jealous of Tia. It should have been me experiencing this adventure and not her. The injustice was real! #IrreplaceableTalent

Sadly, my bae’s failure to persuade the big boss killed my vibe, so I wasn’t in the mood for anything. As a result, I stayed home for the next few days. Truth be told, I was more dejected than ever. So, I spent most of my time surfing the net and posting new stuff on my blog. You’ve probably noticed the flood of sexy pics lately (not that you guys complained about it).

Yeah, I know, guys! My ‘très chic tales’ have come a long way from the haute couture I posted in the beginning. Now, my little blog is mainly about glamour models and fitness influencers. Sure enough, there’s a lot more skin to be seen, but there’s a reason for that. Firstly, I needed a distraction after that epic fail. Secondly, these women are trailblazers in their own way. You could say, I’m legit building a chic clique here! After all, someone’s gotta get the ball rolling. I hope it inspires others to be as bold and brave as us independent baddies. It’s a win-win for everyone, don’t you agree, my Holligans? #ChicClique

Anyway, you can trust your favorite fashionista that this is only temporary. Soon enough, I’ll be back to update all my couture connoisseurs on the latest buzz, I promise! After all, I don’t discriminate on my blog. I wanna provide a platform for all arts and lifestyles, kinks and trends. That’s the way forward! #Evolution

But I’m digressing! After sitting at home and sulking for a few days, I’ve started looking for a new job, albeit reluctantly. After all, it’s a long time until the next semester, so I need to keep the cash coming in. Too bad, the other retail stores in the mall (or the commercial district) aren’t hiring right now. I sus, my job reference is doing me no favors, either. Looks like my abrupt dismissal from Vonderstone is a legit red flag. #GenderStereotypesInHiring

Just so you know, the prospects of getting a job at a fast-food chain or restaurant aren’t much better. With so many businesses closing, a lotta workers have found new employment in the service sector (like baristas and servers and so on), so the positions are filled. Not that I actually see myself working as a waitress! But you know what they say about any port in a storm, right? So for now, I’m keeping my options open. #BeggarsCantBeChoosers

I must admit, though, that I haven’t really put my heart and soul into these applications. Frankly, I just want my old position back at Vonderstone. It’s not a dream job by any means, but I’ve grown accustomed to the store and its clientele. Advising customers was fun and I had taken my first career steps towards designing my own fashion line. After all, I was on my way to being responsible for the next visual merchandise strategy. Plus, it was legit nice to work with my bae. Long story short: it was one of the better jobs out there. Hands down! #StayWithWhatYouKnow

Too long; didn’t read! All told (or rather all whined), life ain’t lit at the moment. Nevertheless, there’s something good about the whole situation. I’ve suddenly got a lotta free time that I can use in many creative ways to grow and evolve. I bet you’ve got plenty of suggestions, guys! So, feel free to slide into my DMs.

---How to turn setbacks into triumphs by being proactive about it---

*Dicktator69: Boom! Way to go, chicas! For sure, your bae knows how to look out for you. She got groped, publicly humiliated n facefucked like a pornstar - just for you. And what did you do in return? Showed some gratitude? Did you even say thank you? Nope! Hollier-Than-Thou’s too fine for that! For real, she’s a way better friend than you. Here’s an idea: Ask those big boss’ buddies to teach you some fucking manners. Gangbang training session in 1, 2, 3! Bam!*

Oh sheesh! I didn’t realize my behavior was so controversial. It goes without saying that I thanked my bestie! In fact, I picked her up after work, took her to an after-work party, and bought her a cocktail. How’s that for gratitude? But it wasn’t even necessary! We’ve been best friends forever, so we don’t need superficial gestures like that. Tia knows that I’ve got her back, just as she’s got mine. Mosdef!

*Eagerrrl: Oh hun! We’ve talked bout good manners n teaching old dogs new tricks before! But this time it’s on you. Sorry to break it to you, but it’s the truth! I don’t agree with the other commenter. You shouldn’t ‘get gangfucked’ but you need to learn some common courtesy. You got off to a great start so don’t let the patriarchy derail you. Don’t give us strong women a bad name. Keep it 100, grrrl! I believe in you!*

Oh, wow! This is legit a hot topic! I didn’t realize I’m such a controversial blogger. So, does that make me a legit influencer? Whatevs! It definitely makes me unique, right? Still, you’ve got a point, girl! Lately, I’ve been letting my temper get the best of me way too often. In fact, it’s gotten me into real trouble! I guess, that’s a good thing to work on in my free time! #Hellcat

By the way, I’m happy to tell you that I’ve already found an awesome use for my time. I’ve been reading up on career advice from professional coaches and trainers. They give a pretty good list of ways to turn setbacks into comebacks. After all, setbacks occur in everyone’s life, so it’s nothing special. All that matters is how you deal with them and overcome them. That’s why I’m adding ‘keeping a cool head’ to the list. #WontBackDown

All right, details! So, here’s the list: The first piece of advice is as simple as it’s obvious. Live in the present! There’s no point in thinking about the past, is there? After all, I can’t change what happened, but I can control how I use my time in the present. For this to work, I need to stop brooding and overthinking every detail. Instead, I need to be more spontaneous and follow my instincts. That’s why I haven’t been procrastinating or calculating expenses lately but spent quality time on shopping tours and spa sessions. It’s well-deserved if we’re being honest, and legit helps me to chillax. #FeelGoodManagement

The second tip is just as plausible: Learn from failure! Since I don’t want to repeat my mistakes, I’ve been thinking about the causes for my lack of personal and professional growth. Actually, I feel like I never understood what fashion was all about at its core. That changed with my recent experiences as I realized that the world of fashion is all about being unique and provocative. It’s about taking risks and pushing boundaries to find new trends and styles. #ChallengeNorms

To be honest, we fashion designers can’t stay in our comfort zone. We must go to uncomfortable places because that’s where we make new discoveries. As innovators, we’ve gotta be brave and bold while trusting our instincts. Anything else is just treading well-trodden paths. In this regard, I had always taken a completely wrong approach. Frankly, I always played it safe with my elegant outfits and chic accessories. There was nothing fierce about my fashion. Instead, I was just another pretender varying details but not daring to go all out. #BoldIsBeautiful

That’s exactly where the third piece of advice comes in: Work on a goal! Even if we have the passion, it’s not enough to make our dream come true. To legit achieve something, we’ve gotta do something and actively work on it. In that regard, I was intent on making some necessary changes. I was fiercely resolved to make this experience as real and as daring as possible. #BeTheChange

The fourth tip builds on this: Think of possibilities! To get things done, we need an action plan. That’s why I went straight ahead and set myself a first goal. Putting it into action, I did my last shopping trip in completely different places than I usually do. In many ways, I had only recently discovered the benefits of figure-forming materials like shiny latex and figure-enhancing shoes like platform heels. Accordingly, I bought a bunch of wetlook leggings and booty shorts in varying length and colors. I also own a range of exceptional stilettos and knee-high boots with different heel heights now. #ShinyNewToys

As you see, guys, the shopping binge was my first step towards implementing the final piece of advice: Look at the big picture! I’ve thought long and hard about my personal reasons for becoming a fashion designer. In truth, it has always been my motivation to celebrate my heritage. So, I needed to refocus on my Italian roots! As a result, I’m now determined to advance Italian chic by pushing the envelope. My goal is to create a fierce ‘moda feminina’, I swear. 

Ask yourself: Where are all the Italian trends when looking at your socials? Donne italiane are renowned for their bombshell way of dressing. Italian chic is all about combining eleganza with dolce vita. It creates a look that is centered around a single piece of glitz, blending sexy elegance with the joy of life. And there you got it! This is ‘moda feroce’ for you!

Tell me, my fellow fashionistas, have you ever been to Rome? Not to generalize, but we donne feroce prefer form-fitting looks that show-off our curves. We also find heels a lot more flattering than flats. And we skillfully use extraordinary accessories as guiding lights to direct people’s glances. Long story short: it’s all about showing curves rather than skin! And now, it’s my purpose to add the fierce roar to that style. #HearMeRoar

So, what do you think about my new direction in life and fashion? My goal is to become an innovator of moda feroce. That’s perfect for me, ain’t it? Anyway, lotsa hugs and kisses for my fashion fam!

---How to stop falling for jerks or how to deal with them subtly---

*Anonymous: C’mon, bitch! That ass ain’t made for flipping burgers. You should start takin pole dance lessons cos we all know your next job will be strippin in a shake joint.*

Oh, man! Do you know me, Mr. Anon? You’re right about me never working in a burger joint. So not my vibe! I’d slay it in the looks department rocking the uniform better than anyone else, but I didn’t go to college to settle for a job I could have done straight out of high school. There’s gotta be better jobs, and there’ll be better jobs. No doubt about it! 

By the way, you’re also right about the pole dancing… sorta. In truth, Tia and I’ve flirted with the idea of taking dance lessons a few times. But just for fun and not as a career choice! With all the spare time I’ve got now, however, this could be a dope way to lift my spirits, don’t you think guys? 

*BellaDonna: Hey Holly! Correct me if I’m wrong, but my understanding is that you’d like to continue working in sales. Have you thought about building a network? Even if companies aren’t officially hiring, there are always possibilities if you know people with connections. What about your old colleagues or the former sales manager?*

Oh wow! Are you a career coach, Miss Donna? That life hack is fire! In fact, it got me thinking. Clout is important, so I already scheduled a trip to the new Vonderstore. Let’s get this network thing started! #Netwerking

By the way, clout’s not only important for success but also for social support. I need to feel like I’m not alone in this fight, so I got in touch with some old friends from high school to start the networking in my personal life. Tia and I hadn’t seen them since we left for college, so it was about time to reconnect. Now, we plan to meet up in the next few days. #Reconnect

Remember my thank-you to Tia? It was straight up fire! Since then, I’ve been picking her up from work regularly. It’s a lit way to keep in touch. Plus, she can tell me all about the latest Vondergossip. That’s why I know that no frat boy has been seen in the store since I was fired, which my boo doesn’t like at all. This development got us talking about our penchant for bad boys. Granted, it’s so cliché that it’s low-key embarrassing, but the heart wants what the heart wants, right? In our case, that’s the jerk among the bad boys. No cap!

And yet, we’re not exceptions to the rule. On the contrary! Studies have shown that women prefer men who behave in ways that are described as ‘benevolently sexist’. But here’s the kicker! Although the surveyed women perceived benevolently sexist men as patronizing, they still found them more attractive. Astonishing, but true! #ParadoxAF

Anyway, Tia and I agree that the enticing thing about bad boys is the lack of commitment. They never seriously commit to us! Consequently, we women always gotta chase them, which is a constant challenge and keeps things exciting. Weird, but true! Still, there’s more to it! The attraction is enhanced by two additional factors. Firstly, the jerk constantly makes us feel like we’re not good enough for him. So, we automatically feel the need to prove him wrong in order to maintain our self-esteem, which makes us do stupid things. Secondly, we're wired to think that we can change any man. As if we were already practicing parenting techniques! Accordingly, nice guys don’t need to be changed and are thus boring. Weirder, but still true! Looks like evolution’s played some dirty tricks on us women! #ChaseAndIntrigue

OK, my fashion fam! I know that was a lotta psychobabble and all theory is grey. But I still feel like it’s got plenty of practical relevance. There’s a lotta clues on how to deal with our jerk problems, even if it’s not a cure-all. At least, we can use it to sharpen our jerk radar! #JerkaholicsUnite

So, what do you say, my chic clique? Do you agree about assholes finishing first? Anyway, it’s time to pick up Tia from work, so I’ve gotta bounce. Maybe, I’ll be back for a chat later.

--- How to spice up your life with spontaneity---

*Anonymous: Oh my fucking God… ‘we got a penchant for bad boys’… what a load of horseshit! Admit it you hate it when your friend gets to do the things you wanna do, which is getting your brains fucked out by a bunch of jerkholes. Your [sic] so self-centered! I bet Tia’s sick of you cramping her style. You should take a lesson from her n learn how to properly satisfy bad boys, like deepthroat their dicks. Then you might have a chance scoring some bad boy boners. #LearnYourPlace #SoreKneesSoreThroat*

Oh, yikes! So rude, but (grudgingly) not entirely untrue! I’m not proud of it, but right now I’d do the most to get my brains screwed out. Talk about having a screw loose! At the end of the day, we’re all libidinous vixens, aren’t we? 

Anyway, any kind of sexy action must wait! I’ve got more important things to deal with first. So, here’s a public service announcement: I just about had it with Tia! 

Beware, my fierce followers, this is a grudge post. I’m so fed up that I need to vent my anger by writing it down to get it off my chest. For some time now, Tia has been incessant about following her heart and making spontaneous life decisions. At first, I was annoyed, then I got sus, and today I’m sick of it. #FedUp

All right, all right! Let’s circle back to the moment I arrived at the mall to pick up my bae. It was then that I found out that Tia had left early to run some errands. Since she was due back soon, I decided to wait at the Vonderstore. As it turned out, I soon regretted this decision, because Matt exploited the situation by dragging me. He actually got a kick out of taunting me and calling me too stupid to keep a job. #EyeRoll

Sweet jeez! A few moments were enough for him to send me into a rage. In fact, he rode me real hard (but sadly not literally, fixed that for you). And yet, he also let me feel that he was no longer sexually interested in me. Been there, done that! That’s his motto. So obvi! I legit felt like he had tamed me hard and put me away wet. Ugh!

You may already know, but it took Tia much longer than expected. When my boo finally returned, she told me all about a new store that had opened in the mall. Obviously, she hadn’t thought it necessary to inform me beforehand. After all, it could be a job opportunity for me! Again, I can’t even… with this busty blondie! 

But someone cheered too soon! It’s a tattoo parlor. No job for me there. So not my vibe! Nevertheless, Tia had decided to test it out. On a whim, she got a new tattoo. Surprising, but true! Not kidding you, guys!

Let me tell you a secret: my bestie has always been a fan of tattoos. When she sees some hipster dude with tattoo sleeves (preferably some bad boy DJ), she’s swept off her feet, stat. However, she’s always been a bit prudent about getting her own ink. So far, she’s only gotten four small tats (aka three stars behind each ear, a treble clef on her right inner wrist, and a bass clef on her left inner wrist). The stars symbolize her drive to always shoot for the moon and the clefs symbolize her love of music. For real! #TattooLife

But the days of Tia thinking twice seem to be over. Instead, my bestie’s becoming livelier and more spontaneous by the day. Accordingly, she now sports a brand-new tattoo that’s much more prominent than her previous ink. It comprises flowers and vines that twine up the outside of her left leg. The floral tattoo starts on her instep and goes all the way up to her knee. I must admit that it looks quite elegant, even if the motif is anything but exceptional (don’t even think about it, guys. I’m not calling it basic because I’m not in the business of throwing my bestie under the bus). #ExpressYourself

For what it’s worth, it gave Tia something new to present. So once again, all the smoke was on her. Dang it! As soon as she entered the Vonderstore, Matt had all but forgotten about me. Instead, he took an extra close look at Tia’s tats (for professional reasons only, Of course). #AttentionHog

Trust me, guys, it didn’t get any better from there. To make matters worse, we met up with our high school friends right after work. Once again, Tia and her tattoo drew all the attention. Somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the homecoming queen, and I was the ugly duckling. Big yikes! #SpotlightSaturday 

As far as I’m concerned, I’m starting to feel like I’m getting outpaced and left behind by Tia’s constant self-improvement. Call me insecure, but I’ve declared this phase of life my playground for personal growth. But I only see progress in one person, and it’s not me! Accordingly, yesterday’s meeting with our old friends was the final straw. By all accounts, I had my fill (or rather not enough of a filling, if you know what I mean). And with that, I’ve decided it’s high time to let go of all the brooding that’s not doing me any good. It’s time to live my best life. No more excuses! #YOLO

Oh, my guys, today was the day! I finally acted on impulse without feeling bad about it. I actually headed to the mall without a clear plan in mind. On a whim, I entered the nail salon. Remember, I’m painting my nails about two or three times a week, but that’s so normal, right? Definitely, nothing exceptional. That’s why I wanted something bold and spectacular. #DramaBaby 

And that’s what I got! I did the most with the color, choosing dark cherry (aka deep red with a high-gloss finish). As the nail artist said, it’s a very sophisticated shade that gives you the confidence to take on the world. However, you need longer nails to pull off dark reds. That’s why my new nailtips are much longer than my usual style. But whatevs! It lifts my spirits and gives me a good vibe. Even if it looks high-key glam and glossy, it makes me feel strong and confident. In the end, that’s all that matters, right? #NailsOnFleek

Correct me if I’m wrong, but the first step is always the hardest. So, I was fiercely resolved to keep listening to my gut now that I got the ball rolling. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I drove straight to the Vonderstone headquarters, even though I had no concrete plan. Nonetheless, I was hell-bent on talking Mr. von Stein into giving me my job back (OK, maybe not just talking, if you know what I mean). Believe me, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. No way, I was leaving before I achieved my goal, I swear! #WinOrBust

For the win! Bound and determined, I stormed into HQ. I can tell you that my resolute attitude worked wonders, because I was granted access to the exec floor asap. However, Mr. von Stein’s assistant stopped me before I could enter his office. Does anyone else remember the woman who had rolled the clothes rail into the exec office for my role-play? Yup, that elderly lady! She made me wait for the company owner because he was supposedly busy with some urgent business. So, I waited and waited some more until I realized that she wouldn’t let me meet with the patriarch, at least not in his office. Epic fail! #DeathOrGlory

For the loss! The attempt to present my case in person had crashed and burned. It drastically dampened my joy over my beauty treatment. As a result, I returned home in a mood. Truth be told, I’m having a hard time seeing this setback as another learning experience. I desperately need a win and I need it fast. A hundo p! 

OK, my legit loyalistas! That’s it for now! Time to pick up Tia again. Keep your fingers crossed that she doesn't make another unplanned trip. I so don’t wanna wait in the Vonderstore again! No way, I can deal with another drag by Dickhead Matt. Ugh! 

Still, I’d be interested to know: Do you think I made the right call with that Hail Mary, even if it failed? Let me know.

---How to look fierce and act fearless---

*AnniDoll: Listen Holly honey, it’s fine to have ambitions. But don’t get cunty again and rub it in people’s faces. Others are less fortunate and have to work two low wage jobs to provide for their family or take care of others! You should do the same ‘cause it’d be valuable experience. You can work as a geriatric nurse during the day (seeing that you like old men so much) and as a bartender at night.*

Oh, um, thanks for the advice! But I’m not so sure I completely agree with you. I think your job suggestions are partly fab (and partly crap, sorry to say). I agree that the bar thing is lit, because it’s a step up from barista and waitress. I can definitely see myself as a bad-ass barkeep! But I don’t agree with being a hot nurse for old men. That hits too close to home right now. #InnerTrauma

But hold on a sec! I’ve got a serious question for all my Holligans. I don’t get it! Why do you think I’m cunty or entitled? So unfair! In reality, I’m legit nice and friendly, I swear! Can’t you handle an independent baddie? Do I sound too much like a zoomer to the boomer? What is it? I’m at a loss here, so help me out, guys! I’m open to any and all improvements. Anything to promote my fabulous fashion fairground!

But let’s get back to topic! This is just a quick update because I can’t talk for long. Even though I’m still hella frustrated, I know I need to boost my vibe! So today, I got out of my mom’s house (or rather, out of her basement, which is my makeshift room during the gap year). Since it’s Wednesday, I went to my yoga studio to do some exercise and get my mind off things. After all, that’s the best way to lift my spirits. When I was done with my meditation, I headed to the mall to pick up Tia. I know I had been annoyed by all her attention-seeking, but that was water under the bridge now. Our friendship has weathered far bigger challenges. #VibeCheck

For anyone who cares: I didn’t spend too much time on my outfit because of my bad mood! In fact, I just threw on a female sweatsuit. OK, fine! I’ll admit, it wasn’t just another outfit I found in the closet. Rather, it was one of the new fits I bought in my recent efforts to create ‘moda feroce’. Taking a deep dive into Italian chic, I studied what boujee baddies are currently wearing in Rome and Milan, and I found out that we ‘donne feroce’ are world famous for rocking bold prints with attitude. So creative!

Not gonna lie, I couldn’t help but buy the sweatsuit as soon as I saw it because it looked awesome. You could say, it’s an ‘originale feroce’! The two-piece comprises a white hoodie and white pants that contrast nicely with my jet-black hair. The material is polyester, which is why I opted for a skintight size. You know how much we boujee baddies love our clothes form-fitting. Thanks to the stretchy material, I was able to go tighter and still feel comfortable. Aside from the tight fit, the sweatsuit has long sleeves and long legs because we ‘dashing donne’ love to show curves but no skin. Remember how we always put a single flashy piece at center? In this case, it’s wide leopard print stripes on both sides of the hoodie and pants. Yeet! #AnimalPrintastic

Just for fun, I added golden accessories (aka hoop earrings and a charm bracelet for each arm) because they perfectly complement the animal style. To add a new pop of color, I opted for black sneakers. When I was halfway out of the house, however, I remembered that us ‘donne feroce’ never go out in flats. So, I corrected that mishap, stat. Packing the sneakers in my yoga bag, I decided on black peep toe high pumps with a 5.5” stiletto heel and 1.5” platform. The kicker? The pumps have leopard print embellishments (on the ankle bows and platform tips) that complete the whole style. Safe to say, the fit is drip! #Flawless

Taking Tia home, she couldn’t stop babbling about the latest gossip. Unlike me, she was in a good mood! For the first time since my firing, a couple of fratboys had stopped by the Vonderstore. They had discussed the upcoming holiday with Matt. I know what you’re gonna say, guys. There’s no holiday on the horizon. But you’re way off the mark! The ‘steaks-n-blowjob day’ is upon us. Cringe alert! #BJWellDone

Needless to say, the store manager had to take advantage of the situation. To demonstrate his dominance, he ordered Tia to make plans for this sexist invention. As you can imagine, his top bros were more than eager to help my bae with suggestions to make it an extra special day. Does anyone else get jealous reading this? I do, for sure! This is another notch in my boo’s belt. She got the job, the attention, the jerk with benefits (and even the boobs). What do I have in comparison? Nothing! It feels like our gap year is going in opposite directions and I don’t like it, not at all! This sucks balls! #JealousYet 

All right, my fellow fashionistas! I know what you’re saying. Less whining! And with good reason! After all, I got the fierce resolve and the plan for success. Everything’s ready and in place. Now, I need to finish what I started, so I can reap the rewards. Simple as that! Anyway, the next blog post will be less complaining and more action, I promise! Till then, love and kisses to my chic clique!

---How to be a great business host and make everyone a guest---

*TrophyDoll4U: Oh babe! I luvvv steak n bj day! How bout this? Steak while blowjob day! Let Tia invite her man n three of his bros over for a bbq. Shes gonna give all the dudes long n deep blowies under the table while they eat their well-deserved steaks. Oh, n shes gonna catch all the cum n gaggic sauce in a bowl. For dessert T-Bae gonna serve sum cream. Shes gonna use the cum n gagup to make a special frozen throatgurt for herself while the dudes eat ice cream off her boobs. Oh my gosh! Now, Ima fingering my pussy cuz I want it myself. Hihi!* 

Oh wow, Dolly, my girl! This is weirdly specific, but also insanely hot! I’ve gotta admit that I edged while imagining Mr. von Stein throwing this type of party as the adult alternative to his son’s silly steak-n-blowjob day. Sadly, that’s not gonna happen, at least not with the current state of affairs. Sigh!

Oh gawd! I’ll never cool down if I keep imagining myself kneeling under the table. So, guys, let’s take a deep dive into the home life of a fierce fashionista. Buckle up, because there was a big surprise waiting for me when I arrived home after dropping Tia off, I swear!

But first, I’ll give you a brief description of my mom’s house (because details, duh). It looks a lot like those 90s sitcoms I grew up with. In fact, it’s a two-story craftsman-style house with two bedrooms, two baths, and a basement. You enter through the front porch and walk straight into the living room with the typical one-sofa-two-armchairs combo (keeping it 100, the furniture looks straight out of the 90s and is legit worn). At the other end of the living room is the kitchen with the usual built-in cupboards and table. Definitely, nothing out of the ordinary! 

On the right side of the house is the garage where my mom parks her car. It’s so big that it also serves as a storage room for all the things my father left behind when he moved out. There are two rooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The room on the left is the master bedroom and the room on the right is my child's room. Since I moved out, my mom has turned the floor into her personal kingdom. She uses one room as her bedroom and the other as a studio for painting. I know it sounds high-key fancy but it’s her new hobby, so whatever. 

The important thing is this: My old childhood room is cluttered with canvases and painting supplies, so I couldn't move back in there. That’s why I live in the basement now (yeah, yeah, guys, I can’t wait for your comments about millennials writing from their parents' basement). #MyHomeIsMyCastle

Long story short: my mom hasn’t renovated or redecorated anything since my parents divorced and my dad moved out. The only thing she’s changed is my room. Go figure! As a result, the house is pretty much stuck in time. The newest thing in the house is the highspeed internet connection my mom needs for all the online shopping. But at least, that’s helpful for my ‘très chic tales’, isn’t it? #Boomerburg

Anyway, let’s get to the juicy parts! When I entered the house, my mother was sitting on the couch as she usually does at this time of the day. There was something different, though. She wasn’t alone! Mr. von Stein was sitting right next to her. What a shocker! My face when I saw him on the couch with a cuppa coffee in his hand. He looked like he was meeting an old friend at a coffee klatsch. My feelings when I saw him give me an innocent look. He treated me like any other employee he barely knew. So unreal! #SurpriseParty

And then my mom decided to take a bathroom break to freshen up (her words, not mine). Can you believe it, guys? Not only was my mom doing the most, but she was also real flustered. As if this was a date! 

But whatevs! My former boss turned to me as soon as she was out of the room. But not to give me a warm welcome. Absolutely not! Instead, he acted real stern, not to say high-key annoyed. But his mood became understandable when he told me that his assistant had informed him about my incessant badgering at HQ. Apparently, she wanted to file an official complaint against me. What a snitch!

Oh shoot! I held my breath when I heard his words. His mere presence in this house was enough to leave me shook! But it looked like this whole thing was about to escalate real quick! Granted, I had never thought about possible consequences when I stormed the castle (aka HQ). But these allegations sounded bad! Another workplace transgression was the last thing I needed. After all, my resume couldn’t take another blemish! #Heartstopper

“Workplace bullying is a serious issue that we need to track closely in our organization.” Mr. von Stein told me. “First, however, we have to take care of another problem.”

Oh phew! Hearing that, I breathed a huge sigh of relief! The company owner had come here for a different reason. What a relief! Any other problem couldn’t be that serious, could it? 

“The Vonderstone brand prides itself on striving for the highest standards. This applies to all aspects, including our employees.” The pedantic patriarch informed me. “On that account, we’re not satisfied with the search for new retail clerks.”

Holy snap! My heart skipped a beat! The company hadn’t found a successor for me yet, so my position was still open. Yasss, queen! That was the best news I had heard in a long time. See, guys? It goes to show what a dope job I had done. You can’t replace a boujee baddie like me that easily. It ain’t easy to be that good! #PersistencyGetsTheBag

“Of course, everybody knows your workplace misconduct is too serious! We can’t just reinstitute you, Mrs. Deluca.” The seasoned exec stated firmly.

Oh jeez! The strict old sack crushed my hopes a moment after raising them. So disappointing! His statement completely deflated me. What an emotional rollercoaster! #GuttedAF

“I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but I’ve said it before n I’ll say it again. I see great potential in you, Mrs. DeLuca.” The big boss made me listen up. “That’s why I’m going out on a limb trying to help you. It’s a risk for me, too.”

“I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that everybody’s given up on you. No wonder since you’re making it exceptionally difficult for yourself.” The sour old sack elaborated. “A fashion designer who can’t get a job as a retail clerk? Nah! There’s no such thing! It’s not rocket science to figure that out.”

Holy hell! It hurt to hear the truth! A few words were enough to wipe away all the delusions. The weight on my shoulders was back, and this time it was heavier than ever. This was worse than getting cancelled! 

“Everybody knows it’s common HR practice to provide mandatory trainings for employees to help them reach work objectives.” Mr. von Stein seemed to speak from experience. “This includes conflict management trainings for difficult employees.”

Hold on a sec! What was that? Had I heard a way out? Whether true or imagined, it was enough to make me sit up and take notice. I actually began to hope against hope! Then and there, I was willing to do whatever it took. 

“Indeed, it’s a situation thirty. But we may have found a suitable training to reinstate you, Mrs. DeLuca.” The seasoned exec said. “Don’t pop the champagne just yet! It only counts if you successfully complete it. No excuses!”

Yasss, queen! My heart leaped when I heard the old-school owner paint a picture of silver linings for me. I so didn’t want to jump the gun and cheer too soon. Not again! But I could hardly contain myself. Frankly, a huge wave of relief surged through me, almost sweeping my off my feet. #WaveRider

“This time, you better not act like you’re the best thing since sliced bread.” The canny old codger sounded like he was giving me some well-meant advice. “I’ve cut you a lotta slack, but you’re under high scrutiny now. Here comes the judge! And that is me!”

Holy mother of…! I knew it! There had to be a catch! To recap: my future (aka future earnings, prosperity, and employability) depended entirely on the whims of a bad-tempered boomer. What could possibly go wrong? This was wild! There had to be another way!

Of course, the job offer was extremely unfair! And yet, I expected nothing less from the staunch scumbag. My heart when I felt the patriarch’s authority. It tingled hella hard! My pussy when I felt the power difference. It throbbed mad wild! 

“Heads up, Mrs. DeLuca! I’m required by law to inform you that you must complete the training top to bottom.” Mr. von Stein made sure to warn me. 

“No cutting corners, no pursuing personal goals like you kids do all the time these days!” He tossed in a quick drag. “It's the only way we'll have the legal basis we need to reinstate you.”

Oh, um, okay! Good to know! But not a problem! The old me had always made excuses and bailed. But now I was ready to finish what I started. In truth, the warning only reinforced the fact that the offer was serious. It would have been much more sus if there had been no legal requirements, right? So, it sounded legit, like a high-key professional procedure. #SpecialNecessities

“So, my dear! What’s your response?” The pragmatic patriarch asked low-key impatient. “You accept the obligation to complete the training or not, Mrs. DeLuca?”

And that was the big question. How was I supposed to respond to this? It sounded like a super specific approach, probably some sorta anger management training or something like that. So, there were a lot of hurdles to overcome. But then again, I’d have to go through entry-level training in any other job, wouldn’t I? So, it evens out. But I’m no expert! What do I know about HR stuff, right?

So, what do you say, my fashion fam? Should I jump at the opportunity, or should I wait and look for my chance elsewhere? If you have more insights into the whole training thing, please enlighten me and quick. 

---How to train at home and make it a success ----

*Anonymous: Hey Holly, considering your reinstatement, the first 90 days are a high-risk period for any new sales rep. Therefore, it should be all about the onboarding. Special attention needs to be paid to communication skills, Of course, seeing that you need to learn how to handle rejections. Then there's customer service training to help you better understand the company's vision. As you see, lots to do for you. But I’m confident, you’ll manage.* 

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Aitch Are! That’s some great expertise there. It definitely sounds like a positive thing. Frankly, I was low-key dreading the roleplaying stuff. No way, I could stomach more of that. Ugh! 

*BushMaster55: C’mon ho(lly)! How dumb can you be! You already got a taste of the training that awaits you when you strutted round the store with those hooker hooves. It’s gonna be a bonafide pornstar training. You can prepare yourself for some righteous ass stretching, face fucking, double stuffing and the likes. Maybe you’ll even get those pole dance lessons for free. #DP #DAP #DVDA*

Oh, that’s a nice visual to masturbate to. But thanks, no thanks, Mr. Snakeman! This is too serious for fanfic like this! Plus, I don’t think I need training in this specific area. I’m sure I know how to bang! 

Still, it’s high-key flattering that you think I’d make a prime pornstar. Trust me, I’d tear the house down because my performance would be fire! Too bad, you’ll never see it. So sad! But don’t fret! You can read all about the training right here, I promise! 

Speaking of training: I must admit that the conclusion of my last post may have been a little misleading. I’m no longer considering my options. In reality, Mr. von Stein put the offer on the table and demanded an instant answer. I neither had the time nor the opportunity to discuss the finer points of our agreement, so I quickly agreed to the new deal. To my surprise, the old-ass owner inquired several times if I was certain. I sus, he wanted to make extra sure that I had given my express consent. Anyway, I didn’t hesitate because I was all in. #SafeSide

This is breaking news! Our agreement was reached a few moments ago. It’s still super fresh, but it’s a done deal!

As you can imagine, my fierce followers, I’m giddy with excitement. But my mom put a damper on things. The moment she returned to the living room, Mr. von Stein changed the subject. Dang it! I was so ready to get going. I didn’t wanna wait any longer. Bring it on, old man! 

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, Mrs. DeLuca!” The seasoned exec said loud enough for my mother to hear.

“If you’d be so kind, be a good daughter n help your mother! She’s been working hard all day long.” He advised me although it was a clear order. “That’d be magnificent, my dear!” 

“Oh, Holly! That’d be so splendid!” My mom supported the idea. “I was just cleaning the house. The kitchen n bathrooms still need to get finished.”

Oh my gosh! Read the room, mother! Although I shot her a bunch of disapproving looks, she expertly ignored them. Ugh! There was no way out of this! The two old-timers were quick to agree that it’s only natural for kids to assist with the chores. And that was the end of any debate! #CleaningHouse

“You put your feet under my table n you eat from my plates! So, it’s justified you clean the rooms n the dishes. Do I have to keep saying that?” My mom suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation. “It’d be nice to see a bit more initiative, young lady.”

What the heck? My jaw dropped when I heard my mother rant like a bitter old cat lady. The irony! This had never happened before because there had never been a reason for it. I was neither entitled nor privileged. And apart from the patriarch's presence, nothing had changed. Looks like this attitude is contagious! I can’t even… with these boomers!

“Do you see the same lazy child syndrome in your family, Mr. von Stein?” My mom asked the houseguest before I even had the chance to respond.

“Most certainly, Missus DeLuca! This right here! That’s exactly what’s wrong with this generation. Always the first to make demands n always the last to put in the hard work.” The sour old sack was only too eager to start rambling about his favorite subject. “But it’s us to blame, I’m afraid. This is the result of our education.”

Holy smokes! All of a sudden, I was standing in my living room listening to a pair of boomers discussing the good old days. Fun fact? They were doing exactly what they accused us young people of doing. They were whining and complaining hella hard. You can’t make this stuff up! Shake my head! #HypocrisyAF

Not gonna lie, I hadn’t seen this coming. Never in a hundred years! Hard to believe, but these two members of the old guard got along amazingly well. Too well, in fact! Looks like these two sought and found each other. Oh yikes! Don’t even start reading into it, guys! Not gonna happen! 

At second glance, however, it made sense. They were almost the same age and had similar interests, even if my mom wasn’t usually the grumpy type. But that didn’t matter because Mr. von Stein was a true gentleman when she was around. What a contrast to the way he had treated me! Remember how the coarse old codger had given me a spanking like a petulant child? I sure do! #PolarOpposites

Anyway, I’m not a fan of cleaning up. Big surprise… said no one ever! I’m a fashion designer and trendsetter, so my idea of tidiness is more on the artistic side. While I understand that cleaning can be an art in itself, it's not for me. I’m way too impatient for it, so the whole process is a pain in the ass for me. Besides, were not in the 50s anymore. I’m not a docile housewife who cleans and cooks all day long. I know how to use my phone to call a delivery service and activate the robot vacuum cleaner. Duh! #ModernLife

Thank goodness, I got lucky because Mr. von Stein wanted me to fetch him a beer first. As my mom keeps the beverages in an ice box in the garage, I dutifully went there and brought the patriarch an ice-cold beer. When I returned to the living room, my mom had pulled out a photo album. She actually showed my former boss pictures of my high school graduation. Can you believe it, guys? And that wasn’t all! She also raved about me being a nice, young lady before I left for college. Apparently, she thinks our relationship has gone downhill since then because I’ve become an entitled and pretentious know-it-all. I can’t even… with my family! #MemoriesLastForever

Let me tell you, my mom’s behavior made me real salty! I shot the dirty old dude a gaze that was colder than the ice-cold beer I handed him. But he just grinned back at me. And that was the moment my mother had a new idea. All of a sudden, she wanted me to rearrange a few things before cleaning up. Believe it or not, but I got ordered to move some beers from the garage to the fridge in the kitchen. After all, you never know if the man might want another beer. Ugh! My face when I saw my mom get all homely and housewifey. My feelings when I was bossed around by two boomers. Had I been taken back in time or something? My outrage was real! #SurrealAF

And that’s the situation, guys! Mr. von Stein is having a coffee klatsch with my mom in our living room, reminiscing about the good old times and rambling about the ungrateful youth of today. In the meantime, I’ve been sent off to do chores. This is wild! #NoStepfordWife

But whatevs! I was glad for the beer task because anything was better than cleaning. When I went back into the garage for more beer, however, there was a knock on the electric roll-up door. That was unusual at this hour! Low-key confused, I still opened it without much hesitation. 

And there it was: the shocker of the day! 

Oh yay! It wasn’t Matt! Oh yikes! It was another uninvited guest! My face when I stood in front of the young fratboy from the retail store. Remember the wannabe player with the ‘Bros b4 Hoes’ tattoo? So cringe! 

But let me give you guys a quick recap: Previously on the ‘très chic tales’, the fratster had come into the store looking for a Valentine’s Day gift for his girlfriend. At the time, I had refused to model lingerie for him or let him feel me up, which had pissed off Matt and his bros. #OldNews

Correct me if I’m wrong, but a lot has happened ever since. And yet, some things have stayed the same. First and foremost, I was still displeased about meeting this hypebeast, especially now that I had other things (and more experienced men) on my mind. To make matters worse, the dudebro was shorter than me, which is an absolute no-go for me (and most other women I know). That list is short but clear: I don’t wear pink, I don’t get tattoos, and men must be taller than me so I can lean on their shoulder. Those are the rules. Period! #DealWithIt 

Apart from that, the fratboy was real buff. Standing in front of me, he wore grey sweatpants and a white muscle shirt that showed off his impressive physique. He was obviously working out religiously in his quest to mimic Matt, which made him a legit musclehead (especially in relation to his size). Definitely, a thing I don’t have a thing for. After all, I’m not Tia! #FriendsWithDifferentTastes

Anyway, I was completely taken aback when I saw the dudebro. And the fratster took advantage of that moment, slipping into the garage before I could react. Letting the electric door back down, he practically made himself at home without ever having been invited in. As if it mattered! Nobody expected gentleman-like behavior from a Yamos bro!

“Yo, bitch! Happy to see me again?” He asked me, mimicking Matt’s trademark cheesy grin. “Betcha! The big bossman told me you been waitin’ for me.”

Holy snap! I didn’t understand a word he said. Too much brotalk! Seriously! So, I didn’t have a lotta options to react. All I could do in response was frown and look at him in confusion. While my mouth gaped open in shock, it was his turn to roll his eyes. Cringe alert! #NonCapisce

“Hello? Chica! Somebody home? You know the boss, Mr. von Stein, don’t cha?” Chet spelled it out for me, saying the words extra slow. 

For heaven’s sake! The dude got balls if nothing else! He seriously dared to talk to me like that! After all, he was a freaking freshman and not a supervisor of mine. It would have been impressive if it hadn’t so absurd!

“The big bossman! Ring any bells?” The youngster continued explaining for dummies. “He told me to come over cuz you wanna apologize for your bad behavior. Like, say sorry or some other shit.”

Excuse me? He said what? This was becoming more and more scandalous! Actually, this was legit getting out of hand! 

But hold on a sec! The old gentleman that was sitting on my mom’s couch drinking coffee and looking at old pictures of me was supposed to be in contact with this fratbro? Yeah, right! #Absurdities

Of course, my reaction was clear! Without a hint of doubt, I told the boy to get lost. To stress my resolve, I pointed to the door and spoke as firmly as I could. But the dudebro didn’t show the right reaction. Not at all! Instead, he responded with a cocky chuckle. A sound I had heard far too many times by now. Big yikes!

“Whatever, chica! It ain’t me misbehavin’… again!” Chet responded with a shrug. “Ain’t wanna be you when the brofessor finds out.”

“Look! I ain’t the idiot ‘round here. That’s your part!” He added almost casually. “I’m just the bro-ker here!”

Sweet jeez! The youngster may be new to the whole frat culture, but he already talked like a veteran. In fact, he acted like a seasoned macho, saying the most outrageous things in the most casual manner. So wild! #AlphaAcademy

“C’mon camel-hoe.” The buff bozo slowly got impatient. “I know you agreed to be a good employee n do whatever the fuck you’re told. So start actin’ like a sick bitch!”

Oh yikes! The swole schmuck had the balls to use Matt’s pet name. What a no-go! 

But hold on a sec! His words made my ears prick up. There was something seriously wrong about what he said. No way, I had ever agreed to something like that! OK, fine! You could probably argue that it was in line with my mandatory training because it was supposed to make me a more compliant and willing employee. But it had only been a few moments since I had made the deal with Mr. von Stein. How was this freaking freshman supposed to know about it? #HeresayHeresy

Hard to believe, but the fratster had the explanation right at hand. Sure enough, he pulled his smartphone out of his sweatpants and showed me a chatgroup. I can’t even… with this freaking Yamos frat! 

Oh my god! Does anyone else know the feeling of being shook by something that shouldn’t exist in the first place? I must have looked thunderstruck when I found out there was a group chat about me and my bae. My face when I realized that Matt had started the whole thing and all his top bros had joined. This was hectic! My feelings when I noticed that his dirty old dad was an honorary member who had invited all his golf buddies. The combination of people was unreal! This was the last group chat that should ever exist, I swear! #ChatAndChill

Needless to say, the buff bozo flashed a wicked grin when he saw the outrage he had sparked. To bask in my indignation, he even read me some of the comments from the chat history. The cheek! You can’t imagine how I scoffed in disbelief whenever I heard another offensive remark (sorry to tell you, guys, but they definitely run rings around you). 

Holy hell! The men had talked at length about all the different times when Tia or I had gone to the boneyard with one of them. And they hadn’t held back their opinions! That’s for sure! It may sound crazy, but the remarks outdid each other in vulgarity. The men practically goaded each other to crank up the lewdness. The obscenity was next level! #ViralVenom

“Boom! Suck on that, bitch! You believe me now?” The fratboy beamed at me while I glowered back in disapproval. “Yo, bitch! You capable of readin’ the last text, ain’t cha? The one from the brofessor?”

Holy mother of…! The fact that the freshman called the old man ‘brofessor’ was so creepy that it made me cringe! Despite everything I had witnessed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. So, I had to read the text several times. At first, I snorted at the absurdity. Then I gasped in disbelief. And finally, I could only giggle at the douchebaggery. #EyeRoll

No matter how many times I read the text, the meaning didn’t change. It remained as clear as daylight. If I legit wanted my job back at Vonderstone, I had to apologize to Chet by offering him my obedience. No doubt about it! #NeverTooYoung

“Um… what ‘bout your girlfriend?” I hastily tossed in, getting low-key frantic. “A couple days ago, you were buying her a Valentine’s gift. What you think she’ll say ‘bout this?”

Sweet jeez! I was grasping at straws here. So obvi! But it was a valid point, wasn’t it? We independent women need to stick together and fight the patriarchy as a collective, so we can't afford any infights. That’s how men are trying to divide us. For this reason, I’ll never be a homewrecker, I swear! #StrengthInNumbers

“Oh man! C’mon, bitch, how naïve can you be?” The swole schmuck laughed at me in response. “It’s college, man! Every chick’s a potential girlfriend. It was just a hookup. She ghosted me anyway!”

And that was the end of the debate! Caught off guard, I had no more arguments. Once again, I found myself staring at the buff bozo with my mouth open. The feeling of defeat was real! 

Nevertheless, it wasn’t the emotion that hit me hardest. The fact that Mr. von Stein had taken my acceptance for granted weighed a lot heavier. My face when it dawned on me that I had followed my boss’ expectations without even realizing it. My feelings when the full extent of his arrogance hit me. The lack of respect was next level! #YouHaveBeenTrolled

Not gonna lie, these feelings were so overwhelming that they made my pussy throb. No way around it, I had gotten owned! Even though it was hard for me to accept that the brash boomer had checkmated me, I couldn’t help but admire the patriarch for the way he had handled business. In a way, he seemed so wise and experienced, while I looked like a stupid slut in comparison. #BeImpressed

I must admit that I felt legit inspired by the old man’s intelligence. More than that, his dominance triggered my inner subslut. Consequently, I felt the overwhelming need to bend the knee and obey his every word. Not to mention, I hadn’t banged in far too long. As a result, my whole body was screaming to follow my desire. In the end, it was my new resolution that gave me the final push. Listening to my gut, I finished this thing! #FollowYourInstinct

Hold on, though! You guys wanna know what the message said, right? It was addressed directly to Chet and asked him to come by my house since I had just agreed to an obedience training. For whatever reason, it had been decided that the youngster would be one of the trainers. Of course, the message was peppered with plenty of profanities and expletives, but my hands would shake too much if I tried to type them. After all, vulgarity is no substitute for wit. #CivilTongue

Needless to say, I didn’t blindly trust some rando without evidence. Who do you think I am? I’m not that naïve! Instead, I returned to the kitchen to check in with Mr. von Stein. To play it safe, I wanted his confirmation that the group chat was authentic. After all, you can fake everything on the interwebs, can’t you? This is still my house and I control what happens here. For sure! 

First, though, I bought us some time by asking my mom where she stashes the cleaning supplies. It was a neat trick, because it’s high-key believable that I wouldn’t know these things (remember my aversion to chores and cleaning). When my mom went to get the stuff, I approached the pervy patriarch. Let me tell you I was more than ready to turn on my charm and make him reconsider his choice of trainer. #NoHesitation

Oh sheesh! The old-ass owner wasn’t impressed by my charm offensive. Instead, he called me out for my hubris to second-guess him. He was real upset that I dared to question his actions. In his annoyance, he confirmed that the group chat was real, but he also handed me the phone. I know it sounds unreal, but he made me send my regards to the group. I even had to say thank you for all the nice comments. So basic! 

Before I returned to the garage, the stern old sack stressed that I had better impress Chet! Otherwise, the training will be over before it’s even starts. In other words: If I fail to convince a freaking freshman that I’m serious about my obedience, the deal is null and void. No pressure, right? Thank goodness, the daunting message to the group chat had put me in a docile mood. I didn’t even rebel or throw a tantrum! I was way too deep in subspace for that. #RabbitHole

Fiercely resolved, I ran back to Chet and handed him a beer as an apology. While he sipped the brew, he leant against my mom’s car. It was old, dirty, and rusty, so I would have advised against it. But I didn’t have much time to think about the vehicle because the fratster dropped another bombshell. 

All casual, he told me that he’s an IT major and super savvy with smart tech. That’s why he’s connected to Tia on all the relevant socials. Since one account is linked to the other, the buff bozo found a pic that my blonde boo had reblogged from one of my ‘très chic tales’ (even though I had specifically told her not to do that kinda thing on her official socials). So, one thing led to another, and now he’s a follower reading my blog. In fact, his username is ‘Dicktator69’ and he’s already left several comments (you can go back and check them out if you like). The mind boggles! #Follow4Follow

OK, my Holligans! As I write this, the dudebro downed the beer in one go, which is low-key impressive but to be expected from a fratboy. The swole schmuck actually encouraged me to keep my fashion fam in the loop on my training progress, so I’ve opened the chatroom for you guys to comment live: www.chattery.com/dicktatormeatsfashionista

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*mASSter_blASSter: Holy shit! Everybody sing together: It’s so easy, easy… when that bitch is tryin to please me, baby…! That Chetboy got you cockwhipped, stupid slut! And no, you don’t need life experience to put a dumb cunt in place… all you need is a hard cock (and a few bitchslaps help too)!*

*WellWettWanda: Oh sweetie! What did you expect? Dress like an animal, get treated like an animal…. Tho you’re not much of a wildcat but a fawkpig! Truth hurts! At least now in that training you got a chance to learn what us bimbo babes are good for. So better put in the effort! Don’t give us bimbos a bad name!* 

Oh, guys! I got disconnected from the chatroom, so I’m back on the blog. So sorry! To be on the safe side, I copied the last comments here. I know it’s only an excerpt, but it legit shows the vibe. Too bad, I can’t respond to every comment right now, but I can tell you that the chat was fire! The flood of live comments was insane! I feel like a superstar here. So, please, keep it coming, my Holligans!

*DominantDave: Hahaha! You know why VonSwine sent your silly ass out? He’d rather fuck your Mom than fuck you… I bet he’s properly plowing that MILF as I type this. No wonder tho! You can’t keep a job folding clothes, you can’t fill out a C-cup bra and you can’t suck a mean dick. #EpicFail*

OK, guys, the time has come! I’ve got no choice but to address this comment… because yikes! I need to kill this rumor before it’s too late. So cringe! The visuals in my head! Yuck! Let me assure you, this is never gonna happen! My mom won’t go there. No way! 

Then again, we all know that Mr. von Stein is a filthy horndog. And my mom’s been single forever. Ugh, yikes again! Now, I’ve got mind movies running at full speed. So gross! Thanks for that, Dave!

Luckily, I’m a little distracted because the fratboy is ready to start the training. For a moment, he stopped all the brotalk and sounded surprisingly serious as he asked for my consent. So, I assured him that I was taking this thing just as seriously. #TrainHard

Okay then, let’s start with a little introduction! The dudebro’s official name is Chet Sanderson, a freshman in college majoring in IT. He’s also the newest pledge of the Yamos fraternity and has a side hustle dictating the terms of submission to stupid sluts in obedience trainings. So, it's only logical that these dumb cunts address him in the only appropriate way. I know, it’ll make you guys laugh out loud, but here’s an official declaration: As of now, there’ll be no more Chet on this blog but only… Dicktator69! 

Oh my gawd! Cringe alert! I was shaking as I typed this. It definitely took me a few seconds to compose myself afterwards. But sadly, I was next in this introduction round, so I had to get a grip and quick. 

Anyway, here it is: I’m Pawgie DeHooka, a salesgirl who was fired for misconduct and poor performance. As a result, I need to improve my hard and soft skills to get rehired. Although I’m older and taller than my instructor, I’ll follow any command to successfully complete this training (by order of Dicktator69). 

And with that, I’ve gotta go! Sorry, my fellow fashionistas, but I’ve got some stuff to take care of (or rather some stuffing to take, fixed that for you). Just wait for the next post, guys. It’s gonna blow your mind, I sus! Till then, love, hugs, and throbbing twats.

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Here I am, back with a bang! I bet, you’ve been waiting with bated breath for an update from the training ground, haven’t you, my fashion fam?

So, let’s pick up where we left off, because I don’t know how much time I’ve got. Remember when I introduced myself as Pawgie DeHooka (yikes) and promised to follow all instructions (big yikes)? Yeah, I actually stopped with that statement. Not because I wanted to, but because I was compelled to. And the reason was simple: the buff bozo had slapped me in the face. That’s right! My gaze when I felt his handprint on my left cheek. I shot a ton of fiery daggers at him! My face when I trembled with emotions. My mouth gaped open in astonishment! #NoFilter

“Pull out your tits, so I can take you serious, camel-hoe.” The pervy pledge told me, sounding amazingly stern for a freaking freshman.

Oh my gosh! I was already beginning to regret this, but I had come too far to give up so quickly. After all, I was still fiercely committed to my cause. In the end, the Dicktator (ugh) was just a little boy, wasn’t he? The youngster didn’t have Mr. von Stein’s experience nor Matt’s restraint. No way in hell, he’d be able to keep up this pace. Real soon, I’d manage to wrap him around my finger. Watch and learn! You know the line, right? Flames that burn twice as hot only burn half as long! Accordingly, this whole thing would be over sooner than expected, I promise! #EnduranceRatio

Just so you know, this realization helped me steel myself for the upcoming training. With renewed resolve, I grabbed the zipper and opened the white hoodie with the leopard print side stripes. As the sweatshirt was skintight, I was neither wearing a top nor a bra underneath. Consequently, my b-cup boobies popped right out. Scratch that! What I actually meant to say is this: my tiny tits got exposed because I’m a card-carrying member of the IBTC – the itty-bitty-titty committee (by order of Dicktator69). 

“Yo, bitch! First off, you gotta welcome the rest of the participants.” Chet suddenly exclaimed.

And with that, the swole schmuck pulled his arms up and started flexing (what is it with dudes and their need to front on women in the most insufferable ways?). This was hectic! That feeling when I saw his big arm muscles. Staring at the obnoxious tattoo was like watching a trainwreck. I couldn’t look away even though I wanted to! It was literally a biceps curl that made me hurl. Cringe alert! #SwagAF

“Greet my bros!” The fratboy bragged. “C’mon, bitch! Say hello like the French do!”

What the hell? For a moment, I was stunned into silence. The douchebaggery was next level! It wasn’t hard to guess what the fratboy wanted from me. And yet, it was too ridiculous to be true! So, I reacted accordingly, narrowing my eyes to slits and giving the guy an inquiring look. Sadly, he just shrugged his shoulders. He actually made it look like it was the most normal thing in the world. Suck me sideways! 

And then I did it! I knew I couldn’t hesitate much longer without risking serious consequences, so I swallowed my pride and leaned forward. With a disbelieving snort, I pursed my lips. One by one, I kissed the three inked words: ‘Bros b4 Hoes’. The humiliation was on another level! #FeelTheBurn

For starters, my drill instructor seemed pleased with my obedience. Nevertheless, I had to finish the introduction by repeating the theme of the training. I had expertly avoided saying the demeaning words the first time, but the Dicktator was adamant in dicktating what to do. #IronyAF

“I’m Pawgie DeHooka! I need to learn to be extra obedient to make up for being plain stupid. That’s why I’ll follow all the instructions during this training. I’ll work real hard to become a submissive slut.” I repeated word for word.

Oh my god! Does anyone else know something more degrading to say? As if that wasn’t enough, my humiliation was compounded by the fact that the buff bozo was staring at my bumpy bits the whole time. It made me hyperaware of my physical flaws. So horrible! But at least, someone paid attention to me and my boobies. That’s better than nothing, right? All things considered, I should be grateful for that (by order of Dicktator69). 

“Fuck it! Nothin’ to see here.” The pervy pledge exclaimed when I was finished. “Turn ‘round n show me that pawg ass. At least, there’s somethin’ to grab there!”

What the actual hell! The freaking freshman had gone from brotalk to dirty talk in a heartbeat. As a matter of fact, his mean words were so savage that I was shaking in my boots (or rather, in my platform heels). This was wild! And yet, I must admit that the fratboy had a surprising knack for the commanding tone that never failed to keep me in line and make my pussy throb. Trust me, you wouldn’t believe his age if you only heard his voice! 

As per usual, I craved compliments like the little attention hound that I am. That’s why I turned around and bent over my mom’s car. In fact, I was in such a hurry that I forgot everything I told you about the car. With my sweatsuit open, I suddenly felt the dust and rust of the engine hood on my titter tots. Even though my flesh was crawling, I pressed my bumpy bits onto the metallic hood as I stuck my big booty out. As a result, the skintight material stretched over my glorious glutes until the fabric was super thin and almost see-through. #OutfitOfTheDay 

“So, what’s the first exercise? It’s, like legit, time to get going!” I urged the youngster once I was in position.

And I oop! I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to improve my obedience, not my sass. Dang it! And the buff bozo reacted accordingly. Instead of giving me an answer, he gave my booty a harsh slap that drove my crotch right up against the fender. The sudden impact made me grunt while a tremble surged through my body. This was insane!

“What the fuck did I say ‘bout takin’ you seriously, pawg hoe?” My drill instructor chided me. “Show off that bang booty. For all I know you stuffed some fucking trash in those pants to make ‘em fucking bulge. Who knows what you bitches do to counter your complexes!” 

Excuse me? How rude can you be? And yet, he struck the right note (at least for little subsluts)! The sharp rebuff definitely made me hurry. Real quick, I peeled down the white sweatpants to prove that I’ve legit got a truckload of junk in the trunk. Feast on this, boy! 

Once again, however, I couldn’t help myself. Getting sassy, I pulled an ace out of my sleeve. Pushing my white sweatpants down, I let the hem rest in my gluteal folds, so the skintight fabric pushed my bootylicious buns up. It worked like a butt lift, making my ass look bigger than ever, I swear! #StyleInspo

It was obvious that the Dicktator enjoyed the hell out of the dirty display. He even made me walk over to the ice box to fetch him a new beer. But my sass wasn’t without consequences! As my sweatpants were stuck in my gluteal fold, my big buns were hanging out of my pants. Consequently, I could feel the cold air on my butt cheeks. And not only there! My nipples became rock hard and my buds began to stick out. Feeling the effect, I inhaled sharply. I got so horny that I let my hips sway hella fierce and it made my hefty humps bounce up and down with every step. The result was epic! It turned my sexy swagger into the sluttiest strut ever! #Sashay

“Yo, bitch! The first exercise woulda been you carryin’ that beer in between your fat fucking funbags.” My drill instructor informed me when I arrived in front of him. “Yeah… there’s an error in the system. I know!

“Too bad, we gotta work with what we got.” He added, almost sounding exasperated. “The hurdles of a trainer havin’ to work with inferior practice meat-erial… I mean material.”

For the love of god! Was this real? Had the dudebro really said inferior? Had he made a pun with the word material? I can’t even… with this freaking freshman! 

And yet, the blunt jab hit a spot and made me shudder. To be honest, a mean mixture of embarrassment and arousal surged through my body while I fumed with anger. #ComplexFeels

“Boom, chica! That’s the kinda motivation I wanna see!” The buff bozo commented on my temper flaring up. “You can start ventin’ by workin’ that bottle with your phat ass, camel-hoe.” 

Shut up, douchebag! The swole schmuck definitely knew how to toy with a slut’s feelings. This was wild!

But hold on a sec! I was still busy processing that jibe. He was legit roasting me here, wasn’t he? There was so much to unpack, like the reference to my cup size! So brutal, but so effective! The pervy pledge knew exactly how to hammer home the message: ‘You are your tits’. That feeling when I heard the fratboy talking about big boobs. I must have looked mad jealous. So sorry I couldn’t change my appearance on the fly… irony off! 

And yet, I felt like I had to do the most to make up for it. I was actually high-key motivated to flex my skills and prove that I was a sick snacc nonetheless. That’s why I got back into position as soon as I had handed the fratboy his third beer. This time, I didn’t even waste a thought on the dirt and rust that clung to the old car. Instead, I was too busy thinking about the best way to present my awesome assets. #LookGoodFeelGood

Going for high impact, I positioned my body over the fender by placing my right leg on the side and my left leg in front of the vehicle. Lifting my left leg, I put it on the bumper to show off my big booty and spread-open crotch (aka my meaty mound and large labia). #FlexLife

Alright, my fellow fashionistas! I’m so happy that we’ve got a safe space here! That’s why I feel free to admit that my plump pussy was already glistening wet, even though it hadn’t experienced a single touch. That’s what degrading mind games do to a subslut, I sus. 

Anyway, it was the invitation the Dicktator needed to start the exercise. Handing me the empty beer bottle, he didn’t need to spell it out to me. Instead, I set to work with abandon. Meanwhile, the swole schmuck decided to get real comfy. Hard to believe, but he actually flopped down onto a white, plastic sunbed. So basic! The man got all the fun while the slut had to work her ass off without reward. What a contrast! It added an extra twang of humiliation that exploded in my pussy like fireworks. #SmutflixAndChill

And that was the first exercise of my obedience training. In hindsight, it was pretty straight forward. As Pawgie DeHooka, I had to prove that I could turn an everyday object into a sex toy and put on a slut show (by order of Dicktator69). Like a crafty cutie, I slayed that challenge! Easy like a walk in the park. No cap! 

So, let me ask you, my fashion fam, do you have any other exercises for me? Maybe, something a little more challenging? Tell me!

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*Dicktator69: Yo, bros! Once again, the stupid slut forgot her promise bout details. Who else is surprised? When she finished the dildo show, I gave her a minute to write a full report. And still, the dumb bitch managed to screw that shit up. Last try, pawg hoe, otherwise training’s over! So, shoot! Give us your cuntfidential report*

Oh, my guys! Sorry about the mistake! You know my attention to detail when I get overzealous! It’s a love-hate affair! Not gonna happen again, I promise! I’ll do anything to prevent myself from writing another ‘cuntfidential report’ (or rather, to prevent myself from ever writing that darn word again, ugh). From now on, I’ll stay focused, no matter how much my pussy throbs! 

Anyway, it seems like all my Holligans slid into my DMs to make a ton of suggestions. Thanks for that, my chic clique! But frankly, the training would take a week with all the exercises you suggested. No can do! 

Speaking of exercises, let’s get back to details. Remember, I was bent over the fender with the empty bottle in my hand. Without hesitation, I reached back and placed the tip of the bottle on my tailbone. From there, I slowly pushed it down. Entering my butt crack, the bottleneck split my juicy buns apart. The glass was cold and made me gasp. When it touched my warm skin, goosebumps formed all over my bodacious butt. 

Of course, the sight of my bubble buns slowly spreading was spectacular. Accordingly, the pervy pledge blew an appreciative whistle that boosted my morale. It spurred me on to slip the full length of the neck between my glorious glutes. Getting real creative, I used the bottle like a stripper pole. Moving my hefty humps up and down, I started twerking until my butt bounce was epic. #StripteaseAlert

Needless to say, I didn’t stop until I had coaxed a few more appreciative whistles from the dudebro. As it turned out, he was a tough nut to crack, because he was still chilling on the sunbed! By comparison, I was already stimulated to the max! Pushing the bottle down, I pressed the tip against my meaty mound and used the neck to part my glistening slit. As a result, my pussylips opened up. As my beef curtains spilt out, my pussy flesh got revealed. Using two fingers, I spread my labia apart to keep my pink bits visible. Meanwhile, I pushed the tip of the bottle against my clit. The pressure on my love button was straight up fire! Sensations exploded in my loins and spread out to every cell in my body. Holding my coochie open, I did a bump and grind. My booty shake was iconic! #SpreadJoy

I was going places! In truth, I could have climaxed on the spot. But I knew better than to let myself go like that. After all, we weren’t alone in the house. There was a constant danger looming over us because my mom could come into the garage at any moment. To be honest, that had a huge effect on me! You could say it literally felt like pouring gasoline on the fire burning in my loins. The situation was absurd, but the thrill was next level! #ThrillSeeker 

Before I knew it, I was frantically pumping my pussy with the bottleneck. My body responded by twitching like an electric eel. Granted, I went a bit overboard, thrusting so hard that my chest (aka my titter tots, thank you for the reminder Dicktator69) scraped across the dusty car paint. But I didn’t stop, because I was low-key obsessed with slaying the exercise and putting on a hot show. In fact, I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot about my surroundings. #Overachiever

And then it hit me! Suddenly, the buff bozo was standing next to me. He had finished his beer and was ready to crank it up. Not a second too soon, if you ask me! As it turned out, he had kept the empty bottle in his hand. He actually had a clear idea of what he wanted to do with it. While I kept banging my pussy with the glass neck, he placed the second bottle against my tight sphincter. 

Oh my gawd! That feeling when I realized what the freshman was up to. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. It sounds unreal, but he was about to double plug me! I had expected a lotta things, but this wasn’t one of them. So, it’s hardly surprising that I wasn’t looking forward to it. Not at all!

Holy smokes! I let out a sharp hiss when the bottleneck popped right through my butthole. The intensity was next level! I felt so crammed that I was low-key afraid I’d burst at the seams. This was savage! #DoubleTrouble 

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say, guys. It’s just the bottlenecks, try the bottoms next. You dirty pigs! Sorry to say, but I must decline. Thanks, but no thanks! #BucketList

I’m not proud of it, but situation was a legit thrill ride! While the mom threat was still looming large, my excitement grew exponentially. There was no stopping it! And so, it slowly smothered my discomfort. I must admit that I wanted more, and I wanted it hard! I guess that’s another development in my personal journey. Ever since I met the patriarch, I prefer the straightforward approach. It’s so much more satisfying than the usual pussyfooting. You could say, I no longer have the nerve to beat around the bush. I want it straight in the bush, I swear! #HesitationWillGetYouNowhere

Okay, guys, I digress! Back to my plump peach and hefty humps! As I said, my vajayjay and Hershey highway were gradually getting used to the stretching (thanks for the wording, Dicktator69, ugh). The more I relaxed, the more the pleasure came to the fore. This was lit! And the best part about it? My drill instructor was dealing a bunch of sharp smacks to my delicious derriere, adding another stimulation. In response, I began to gyrate my hips seductively. As if my bubble buns were begging for a spanking! So wild!

But it worked and encouraged the pervy pledge to shift into the next gear. Grabbing the bottles, he started pounding them in and out of my holes. In awesome alternation, he pushed one neck in and the other out. You could say, he poked my pipes on a rotating basis! In response, I began to groan like a horny hussy! My face when I handed the swole schmuck the reins. My feelings when I relinquished control completely. The helplessness drove me deeper into subspace, pushing my lust to new heights. #RotationalMolding 

And then, the buff bozo unleashed the hypebeast! With mischievous glee, he thrust the entire bottleneck up my soaked snatch. So insane! But not the end of the line! A moment later, he did the same with the bottle in my rectum. Two glass necks filling me at the same time. This was madness! I had never been so stuffed! 

And yet, I legit surprised myself with my next move. My feet shot into the air while my chest (and bumpy bits, I know) lifted off the hood. As I extended my limbs, my midriff was the only body part that remained draped over the fender! Can you imagine that? I literally did a plank on the engine cover! I can’t even… with the absurdity! 

Not gonna lie, I didn’t dare move a single muscle! Instead, I kept my body stiff and my holes accessible while the freaking freshman moved both bottles in unison. Despite my best efforts, it was still too much! Squealing hysterically, I lost my balance and slid off the hood. This was unreal! And yet, I edged hard when my hands and knees touched the ground. The combo of humiliation and aggression had me on the verge of climax. So sick! #CloseButNoCigar

And then it was over! For some reason, my drill instructor was satisfied with his work and ended the exercise. What a bummer! I’ve never been so disappointed that a class was over! I wanted the school to stay in session and I wanted it bad! At least, until the dudebro had filled in all the gaps. But no luck there! Walking away, the fratboy plunked back down on the plastic sunbed and treated himself to another beer. Can you believe it, guys, he legit left me high and dry. #SulkingCat

Sure enough, though, the two beer bottles remained implanted up my tight tubes. That feeling when my pussy and sphincter started cramping in unison. It was twice as intense! As a result, I lost all control over my body! And so, my muscles spasmed around the stiff intruders until I was rolling on the floor groaning heavily. To be frank, I edged so many times that I ended up feeling dazed and dizzy. #RepeatOffender

And then the context came into play! The whole thing took longer than expected, so my mom became suspicious. I heard her calling out for me in concern. Oh jeez! I had to do something before she started looking for me. No way, I wanted her to witness this scene. Does anyone else want to imagine how their parents would react to something like this? Thought so! That’s why I frantically pulled myself to my feet, even though my knees still buckled. #TiredOfBeingTired 

“Yo, bitch! Whateva you plannin’ on doin’, I’m the only one to unplug those fucking slutholes. Gettit, camel-hoe?” My trainer quickly reminded me from the sunbed.

Oh my gosh! Don’t you dare! Looking over to the buff bozo, I wanted to give him the icy stare. But it turned out differently than expected! Does anyone else know the reproving look you give children when you can’t be mad at them? It’s more of an appeal, isn’t it? And that’s exactly how my stare turned out! To make matters worse, my appealing gaze was returned by a mocking shrug from the freaking freshman. This was so absurd that it made me groan in exasperation. As if the drill instructor would change his behavior for a stupid subslut. Despite his age, his macho game was already fine-tuned!

As you see, there was no way out. I had to come to terms with the situation. So, I turned towards the door. But I only managed a few steps before I fell to my knees. Big problem! I couldn’t walk with my legs straddled and my holes filled. On the fly, however, I only knew one solution. Usually, the easiest way is the best way, right? Since I was already on my knees, I figured I’d crawl the rest of the way. Small problem? The garage floor hadn’t seen a broom in ages. Big yikes! 

Gritting my teeth, I stuck it out, even though the dirt on my hands and knees gave me the creeps. When I finally reached the door, I grabbed the knob to pull myself up because my legs were still wobbly. Back on my feet, I opened the door and stuck my head into the kitchen. No way, I was going anywhere near my mother in this slutty outfit. Forget about it! #DustyPink

“Mom? Mom?!?” I screamed loud enough for her to hear me in the living room. 

“There’s so much stuff in the garage.” I exclaimed in a rising voice. “You’ve been hoarding all this junk, it’s a total mess. Bet!” 

“Now… that I’m tidying up the place…” I started drawing out the syllables.

“I decided… to start… with the garage.” I barely managed to finish my sentence.

Holy snap! You won’t believe it because you didn’t hear it! With the final words, my voice turned into a lawn mower. And the shock went right through me! As a result, my heart sank to my boots and my legs turned to jelly. #ShookAF

Your mileage may vary, but I wasn’t trying to provoke my mom. As if! Unfortunately, I wasn’t master in my own house (or rather, bottom bitch of my own brothel, thank you for the choice of words, Dicktator69). Instead, the inevitable had happened. My drill instructor had snuck up on me and pulled a legit douche move. It negated any attempt to calm my mom down because it completely counteracted my efforts. Instead, these strange noises made my mother even more alert. This was terrible! #SoundOfSilence

In case you missed it, the fratboy had grabbed one of the bottles and pulled on it. With a twisting motion, he literally uncorked my booty. Sweet jeez! It triggered a barrage of guttural grunts from me. Despite my noisy reaction, I was mad happy that he had opted for the butt plug. To prove me right, the buff bozo promptly started pumping the other bottle in and out of my pussy. Within a heartbeat, I was on the verge of climaxing again! This was savage! Call me freaky, but I was legit basking in the rudeness. #BluntIsBeautiful

Before I closed my eyes, I saw my mom turning the corner and walking into the kitchen. The horror! This couldn’t be happening! Not now! Not ever! 

With the last of my strength, I slammed the door shut. Just in time! A second later, I sank back to my knees. That feeling when I failed to support myself with my hands on the floor. As a result, my face (and boobs) landed on the dusty floor while my butt stuck up in the air. All the while, my booty was shaking hella wild and my arms were flailing mad fierce. It completely distracted me! So, I barely noticed that I was still kneeling in front of the door. Right in the danger zone! #FreakFlag

“Hey, Holly Pie? Everything OK in there?” My mom knocked on the door, using her nickname from my childhood days.

Oh yay! Oh yikes! Good to know that my mom was genuinely concerned about me. But it was the worst possible moment for it. In fact, the irony wasn’t lost on me. On one side of the door stood the elder woman, worried about her daughter’s well-being. On the other side, the daughter was kneeling, enjoying her pussy workout and biting her lips to keep from screaming with joy. #ShoutForJoy 

“Yes, mom… fine!” I moaned rather than said.

Oh wow! I had never sounded more convincing… said no one ever! Of course, my mother heard it too, which is why she tried to open the door. 

And that's when all the alarm bells went off! Until then, my drill instructor hadn’t seen a reason to stop the bottle banging. But as soon as he heard the doorknob, he pulled the bottle out of my wet snatch. Once again, I gasped from the abrupt extraction (and the gush of cold air up my pussyhole). This was intense! But it also got me going. Real quick, I gathered my strength and jumped to my feet. #QuickCat

Does anyone else know the saying ‘don’t let the door hit you on the way out’? I literally have experience of it now. When the door opened, I was still in the process of straightening up, so I was in a bent over posture with my bottom stuck out. As a result, the door hit my butt and the impact made me stumble forward. #HomeAccidents

And I oop! The clash of wood on skin was horrible! Awkward as hell, I fell to my knees. So clumsy! The embarrassment was real! For the moment, though, my feelings were unimportant. My mom would come in any second. She’d find out everything! That would be game over! And I couldn’t let that happen! Not after putting so much effort into this whole training thing. No way! #HideAndSeek

Half falling and half crawling, I scrambled around. My panic escalated when I heard the door swing fully open. Oh no! Oh no, no, no! At the very last moment, I threw myself behind the trunk of the car. Graceful is different, but whatevs! 

A second later, my mom stood in the doorway and repeated her question. In response, I hastily popped up from behind the car before she entered the garage and started looking for me. As I lifted my head over the trunk, I was still fidgeting with my sweatsuit, desperately trying to pull it back over my bare skin. So vigilant! #BetterSafeThanSorry 

“Yeah, mom! I’m fine!” I quickly reassured her. “There’s so much old stuff flying around in here. It’s a bit overwhelming. No cap!”

“I started with dad’s old tools, see?” I came up with a spontaneous plan. “Let’s face it, we’ll never use them. Bet! This one doesn’t even work anymore.”

Holy hell! I had grabbed the first tool near me and held it up. No doubt it was a silly plan, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. Accordingly, I held my breath as I waited for my mom’s reaction. She frowned! She kept thinking. God dang it! She opened her mouth. She was about to object! Sweet jeez! I was about to have a heart attack, I swear!

Oh my god! It could happen at any moment! At any second, my mom would enter the garage. She’d see me in my disheveled state. She’d make a fuss and kick the Dicktator out. That would mean the end of the training and finish my job reintegration before it had even begun. What an epic fail!

But then Mr. von Stein called out from the living room. My goodness! Asking some bullshit question, he distracted my mom! That feeling when I saw my mother turn around. She was all too eager to get back to the canny old codger. This was cringe! And yet, it was the best thing that could have happen at that moment. So twisted!

No matter what, I held my breath until my mother had closed the door. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. This had been close! Too close for comfort, to be precise! Still, the visual of my mom catching me banging some fratboy freshman flashed through my mind. Ugh! Not a scenario I needed to experience, like ever, I swear! #FamilyLife

Speaking of fratsters, where was the dudebro? Looking around, I noticed that the pervy pledge had stayed out of sight by stepping into a blind spot. With my mom gone, he sauntered over to an old weight bench that my dad had left in the garage. It hadn’t been used for ages, so it looked worse for wear. Either way, I didn’t need a special invitation. Not at all! 

But not so fast, pussycat! First things first! Like a good subbie, I let my big butt and b-cup boobs out into the open before joining the youngster at the bench. On my way there, I automatically adopted the sexy strut I had practiced in the Vonderstore. What a testament to my development! I’ve come a long way since the beginning of the internship. Mosdef! #PracticeMakesPerfect

Your mileage may vary, but I decided to play it safe. Reaching the buff bozo, I sank to my knees and pulled his pants down, so his ‘bro-ner’ plopped out (thanks, Dicktator69, ugh). His prick was already stiff and straining. See, my Holligans, no need to worry! As a skilled slut, I’d make quick work of it, I promise! #iykyk

With that goal in mind, I grasped the cock. Sadly, the dick wasn’t as thick as Matt’s macho meat or as big as the codger’s coke can. But at least, it had a nice shape that was neither too long nor too thin. Actually, I had never felt such a stiff shaft before and that made up for everything else, I swear! 

Putting my fist around the rigid digit, I started jerking his prick with a twisting motion. Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue out and let it swirl around his purple helmet. After a while, I slipped my luscious lips over his glans and sucked on it hella fierce. Keeping up the suction, I slid my lips down his shaft until I felt the tip of his dick touch the entrance to my throat (remember, I still haven’t overcome my gag reflex). #KnockingOnHeavensDoor 

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I cooked up an awesome alternative to compensate for the lack of throating. In fact, I was all over his cock, slobbering on the mushroom tip until slurping sounds filled the garage. Increasing the pace, my head bopped up and down on the shaft before I let the throbbing tool plop out of my mouth. What a nasty noise! Like the pringles pop! It was loud enough to alert my mom! But I didn’t care because I was too busy basking in the added thrill! #DangerDays

For the win! The dudebro couldn’t contain his moaning. And I took it as a recognition that my work was fire. His groans spurred me on to do the most! And so, I rewarded the fratboy with the sloppiest suckjob ever. It was obvious that he enjoyed the hell out of my slobjob. But all good things must come to an end. Wrapping his hand around my jet-black hair, he applied the trademark Vondergrip. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he pulled my head up and made me look him in the eye. #Initiative

“Damn, bitch! You avoidin’ the hard work! You tryin’ to go the easy route or somethin’?” He addressed me.

Excuse me? Where the hell did he get that idea? His tone was surprisingly sharp, not only for a freaking freshman but also considering my perfect pecker polish. 

“Real talk, chica! You can act like a lazy-ass bitch. That’s your choice…” He told me point-blank. “…but nobody needs that shit. It ain’t gonna help you pass the training, for sure!” 

“Or…” He enlightened me. “…you can be the kinda subslut that’s useful for the big bossman!” 

“Geez! Why don’t you put up posters all over the neighborhood? ‘Vonderstone’s pleased to announce: we’ve hired a new bitch for our brand!’ How ‘bout that?” I clapped back without thinking for a second. “You wanna stab me in the back with that subtle knife?”

Holy mother of…! That was uncalled for! But I was so disappointed that I saw red. I had been so pleased with my efforts that his accusation hit me extra hard. And how did the swole schmuck react? He completely ignored my sarcasm! Dang it! That triggered me even harder! If I had been salty before, I became real angry now. 

“Yo, bitch! I’m gonna stab those fuckholes one way or the other!” The fratboy caught me off-guard when he took my words literally. “No matter if you’re a lazy bitch or greedy gash!” 

Get outta here! I stared at the Dicktator in utter disbelief. But it wasn’t his words that incensed me. His actions were even worse! Believe it or not, but he had slapped my face! He had actually smacked me on both cheeks. This was outrageous! I was on the verge of losing it, I swear!

And then I experienced something completely new! My emotions fluctuated quicker than the stock market. After the first slap, I wanted to slap the cocky smirk off his face. With the second slap, however, my anger turned into the exact opposite. I felt super submissive! And not only that! I actually felt sorry for my thoughtless outburst. This was unhinged! #HighlyVolatile

As you see, guys, I learned something new today: face slaps are an extremely effective way to trigger my submissiveness. Nothing works faster to make me more docile and compliant. The slaps don't even have to be hard. It’s not the strength that matters but the message. You could say, it’s like a wakeup call! 

Case in point, the situation on the weight bench. When my temper flared, I went blind with rage. I was actually on the brink of doing something stupid. But then the slaps cooled me off and brought me down to earth (or rather, knocked me down into subspace). #AffectiveVariabilty

“Listen, Hoelly Pawg! Or should I say Whorey Pie?” The freaking freshman twisted my mom’s nickname.

“You gonna swallow my cock…” He kept instructing me. “…and you gonna keep your bitchface stuffed as long as I got the bar in my hands. You hear me, camel-hoe?”

Oh my gawd! I only understood half of it, but it was enough to make me flinch. Despite my hesitation, the hypebeast didn't let my negative attitude stop him. Full of enthusiasm, he leaned back on the workout bench. Grabbing the barbell, he lifted it off the pins and started to bench press. What a cringefest!

Holy snap! It finally dawned on me. This was a freaking farce! The dudebro was toying with me and my temper. Although I snorted in disapproval, my obedience was so overpowering that I lowered my face over his stiff shaft. Opening my lips, I engulfed his rigid digit halfway down to his balls. I only stopped when I felt his glans come close to my uvula. I admit it wasn’t all the way to the root, but it should count as swallowed, right? #FitLife

Remember the second part of the instruction? I had to bridge the time! But that was easier said than done! With the shaft buried in my mouth, I began to gag as my mouth watered. Unfortunately, there was no training effect, so it didn’t get any better… although the time went on. 

As it turned out, the swole schmuck had a hell of a lotta stamina. So, I waited while the gagging got stronger. As a ton of spit collected in my mouth, my knees wriggled on the floor. My struggle was obvious! But the fratboy seemed more focused on his weights than his bitch… so the time went on.

The longer the youngster held the barbell the more I got into a tizzy. It became harder and harder to keep my lips clamped around the boner. As my mouth was flooded with drool, my body jerked with shivers. The exertion was more than obvious! I was close to the breaking point… but the time went on. 

I waited and waited some more while my choking became a roar! An idea popped into my head! I’d never do anything but suck cock again. The vulgar vision let my body shake and quake. To distract myself, I began to twirl my tongue along the shaft while I sucked on the mushroom tip… but the time went on. 

And then the Dicktator put the barbell down on the pins. Finally! This had been an eternity! I released the prick in a flash. Letting it plop from my lips, a torrent of slobber splashed out of my mouth while thick ribbons of drool connected my lips with the dick. What a slob show! #CringeWitherDie

It was all too obvious that the drill instructor enjoyed my struggles as he continued exercising for three more rounds. And not once did he look up from the bench, so I couldn’t even give him the icy stare. Too bad! But whatevs! I had bigger problems! Every time I swallowed his dick, I went through the whole process. The longer I waited, the louder my gagging, the stronger my fidgeting, and the heavier my drooling. By the end, my knees were aching, my vocal cords were sore, and my makeup was a smeared. What a mess! 

“Sweet, bitch!” The swole schmuck exclaimed when he finally let go of the barbell. “Three rounds, that’s normal. But shit was lit so I gave it an extra round.”

“That tonsil train’s a fuckin’ banger!” He low-key praised my performance while he straightened up. “The way you’re huffin’ n chuffin’ like an iron horse, that’s some awesome shit!”

Oh yeet! I was low-key startled by this sudden burst of praise. But then the irony hit me! I wanted my scoffing to express my disapproval, not provide entertainment. This was triggering! Though, it mainly trigged spasms in my pussy. #EmotionalContrast

“Let’s blame it on you bein’ stupid as shit, camel-hoe! But half swallowed is all failed, ain’t it?” My trainer suddenly called me out. “You ain’t wanna be a cheater, right?

“Last chance, pawg!” He gave me an ultimatum! “That dick goes down that fuckin’ throat. Otherwise, that job goes flying out the fuckin’ window. Gettit, bitch?”

Oh shoot! I wanted to clap back, but I knew better. The freaking freshman had caught me. I had tried to cut corners and gotten busted. Denying it would only make it worse, right?

Anyway, I didn’t get a chance to react because the youngster promptly grabbed me by the back of my head. He forced me to look up until our eyes crossed. While I gave an electric scowl, he raised his eyebrows extra cocky. Our gazes remained locked until I couldn’t take it anymore. My submissiveness got the better of me and I looked down in defeat.

And that was the moment when the buff bozo pushed. I wanted to resist, but I didn’t. You know what they say: the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Deep down, I knew I had cheated and the look on the fratboy’s face told me that he knew it too. So, I went along and opened my mouth. As my lips slid over his throbbing tool, my face got shoved down. This time the pervy pledge played it safe and kept pushing until his glans passed my uvula. So rude! On impulse, I put my hands on his thighs but didn’t push off. #SavageSlamdown

The intensity was next level! But not enough for the drill instructor! He started pumping my head up and down until his shaft slid past my tonsils repeatedly. As a result, my gullet began to spasm. The chokes were epic! And yet, I let him continue without resisting. In response, a truckload of drool gushed out of my mouth. Imagine thick, frothy saliva spraying everywhere (aka my chin and cheeks, neck and boobs). What a visual of vulgarity! #TonsilTennis 

Right there in the middle of the garage, the swole schmuck gave me a throat banging for the ages. My tonsils performed a tap dance on his shaft while I quacked like a flock of ducks. The drool no longer just splashed out of my mouth whenever he pulled out, but constantly dribbled onto his balls and drenched his crotch. The struggle was iconic! 

And yet, I hoped the pervy pledge wouldn’t cum. After all, he had only just trained one hole. He wouldn’t leave it at that, would he? A legit Dicktator doesn’t do things by halves, he goes the whole three holes, right? OK, I know it was selfish, but I longed to feel his boner in my pussy. Or to put it more bluntly, I wanted him to fuck my brains out! #Intercoarse

And then the fratster let out a long, deep groan. Dang it! The inevitable was happening! The freshman showed his age when he wanted too much too fast. What a shame! He couldn’t hold back any longer! Instead, he literally applied a soothing cream to my tonsils. In fact, he shot his entire cum charge straight down my gullet, leaving me no choice but to swallow. #FuelInjection

But it wasn’t over yet! Suddenly, the buff bozo applied the Vondergrip and pulled my mouth off his dick. A moment later, he blasted his second spunk shot right into my face. The jizz hit me with full force, making me recoil. Consequently, the man jam splashed all across my face, from my left cheek over the bridge of my nose to my right eyelid. It even glued my eye shut. And with that, I received the second facial of my life. And it was the second fratboy! Cringe alert! 

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help myself. This felt like an epic fail! After all, a facial was a sign of submission. It was the way a Dom marked his subslut. Accordingly, it should have been Mr. von Stein and no one else. Period! #FacialFest

And yet, I couldn’t deny the feelings of pride that coursed through me. And they were not only hard-earned but well-deserved! I had slayed the obedience training and finessed my throat workout! Give me all the glory, guys! 

Safe to say, this was a great victory! But it had taken a lotta effort. That's why I sighed deeply and breathed heavily. Despite my exertion, I was hornier than ever. There’s no denying that I would have loved it if the youngster had held out until he had legit slammed my slots. But it was what it was! At least, I had completed the training and secured the job. Yasss, queen!

But not so fast! It still wasn’t over! You know what they say: It ain’t over till the bad-ass lady is sent off. And so, I suddenly felt a grip on my shoulder. Before I knew what hit me, the freaking freshman turned me around. Grabbing me by the arm, he dragged me along. Incredible as it sounds, the fratboy escorted me out of the garage. No way! He couldn’t be serious! This couldn’t be happening!

But it did happen! And out of the blue, I heard the garage door close behind me as I stood outside the house with a disheveled appearance and thick white cum plastered on my face. It boggled the mind!

---How to expand your comfort zone into your growth zone---

The Holligan Homestory is far from over.

*Chaper 06: Holly expands her horizons in several ways.*