Tia's Bucket List Chapter 01

Tia's Bucket List 

Chapter 01

© Cathartico

---Premise---

This story companion piece to Holly’s Sales Training, retelling events through Tia’s eyes. It’s not a recap, but a deeper dive into her own experiences - some mirroring her best friend’s journey, others entirely her own. It’s about male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.
This is a fictional work intended for adult audiences only. All characters are adults, and all sexual interactions are consensual. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Non-consensual sexual acts are explicitly excluded.
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’s supposed to be an ironic play on clichés. 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.

---The Breastie and the Blog---

Theme: College cutie testing the waters!

Basics: This is a NSFW blog with adult content, so it’s 18+ only (if you’re under, please politely fuck off until you’re at least 18). None of the pictures are mine unless otherwise stated. All the stories are mine and told from my perspective (so if you’re looking for an objective description fuck off, too).

Personal info: I’m a 21-year-old female with blonde hair and big bust (5’2”, 105lbs, 32DD-22-34). I’m a sophomore fashion design major currently taking a semester off to work at a clothing brand. Beyond gaining work experience, I’m using the practical term to do all the crazy, wild, daring, and impulsive things I’ve never done before. And this is the place where I write about it.

---Tia tells it like it is---

Hello everyone! This is Tia! Editor-in-chief for the ‘Breastie Blog’. You like the name, don’t you? So don't worry! I'll explain the reason for the title later. First, let’s get the basics down. Some of you folks may already know me as a character and contributor to the 'Trés Chic Tales'. That’s my best friend’s blog. She’s called Holly and you may have heard of her. I hope a lot of her fans will follow me here because I got some shocking stuff to tell you. I can guarantee that it will give you a whole new way perspective on things.

So why am I doing all this? Holly started her blog to cover the latest fashion fads and talk about her evolution as a designer. She reblogged stylish pictures to show what’s hot and what’s not. She also reported on her personal experiences in the fashion world and beyond. But there was increasing criticism that the areas of urban lifestyle and high fashion were getting conflated. Allegedly, she was too often concerned with philosophizing about her choices in life and psychoanalyzing her own experiences instead of keeping her fans updated on the latest fashion trends. Some followers complained that her reports were too emotional, while others were annoyed by the informal language. As you see, you can never please everyone!

And that's where I come in! My breastie blog offers an alternative. We all know that Holly is an unreliable narrator, so I need to clarify a few things. This is not about lyrical descriptions or fashion fads, it’s all about my take on things. I’m using this space to report how I experienced the events. Since we both work at the same place, I caught most of it and got a good sense of what was going on. For me, however, the focus is on facts, hard-hitting and with gloves off. No glossing things over and no unnecessary jabbering! So, it’s not just about Holly! That’s the last thing we need, right? After all, this is still my blog! And that’s why I’m focusing on my experiences during this time. I can tell you with certainty that it was anything but boring, neither for me nor for the people involved. 

So, what exactly is this whole thing about? Both our blogs chronicle the time of a college semester. After our junior year, Holly and I took a semester off to work at a fashion store and get our first experience in the fashion industry. And that’s where the similarities end! Unlike my bestie, I'm not focused on gaining professional experience. That's only secondary for me. First and foremost, I want to gain personal experience and live my best life. And that’s what my blog is all about!

After all, college is about learning structure, and the rest of the time is spend boozing and screwing around, right? That's the classic preconception, isn’t it? But it doesn't hold true these days. With exorbitant tuition fees and societal pressures, we - the young professionals of this world - are expected to be available to the workforce as quickly and efficiently as possible. Because of this, there’s neither time nor freedom to let loose and try different things. So far, I’ve always been the good, eager student who studies hard and passes her exams with top grades. As a result, there was hardly any time for other activities during the first years of college. Yolo my ass!

And that's exactly what I want to change now. I plan to use this free semester to do all the wild, daring, and crazy things I've been missing out on. In my opinion, these experiences are crucial to find out what you like and what you don't. After all, you have to make mistakes to learn from them, right? And when do you ever get the opportunity to do just that? Certainly not later in your professional life! Then it's too late! 

So, here’s my big life plan! When I start my first job after graduation, I want to have gathered as much experiences as possible, so I have an accurate idea of myself and my future. Then the time has come for a committed relationship. That’s when I want to settle down, build a nest, and do all that stuff. But now is the time to live it up! I can’t wait to let loose and raise some hell! Time to enjoy life to the fullest! This is the perfect moment to do it. I'm back in my hometown, but most of my friends have gone off to college all across the country. Other than Holly, I barely know anyone of note around town. On campus, it would be a whole different story. I’d constantly be afraid of running into someone I knew. The fear of being judged would be a constant companion. In other words, it would be the opposite of freedom! So you see, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. It’s now or never!

And that brings us to the name of my blog? It’s actually quite simple. Holly’s growth wasn’t limited to her professional life but extended to her personal life as well. As a result, she’s now in a Dom-sub relationship. The two lovebirds have their own freaky thing going on. But hey, everybody got some secret kink, right? Anyway, they call it ‘Taming of the Shrew’ and it goes like this: Holly never seems to be able to settle down. So, she acts up until she’s tamed by her Dom. And after a while, she finds a new way to rebel. That leads to a new taming and so on and so forth. You see, it never ends well! It just keeps building up in an endless circle of doom. So, you’d better stay out of it! But somehow, I got caught in the middle, even though I never intended to get involved. So, Holly's Daddy Dom - in his all-too friendly way - decided to call me Breastie. I’m her best friend and I got what she’s missing: big natural breasts. And that's where the pun comes from!

OK! Let's get down to business! Who am I and what has happened during my practical term? My name is Theresa Blake, although everyone calls me Tia. I'm 21 years old and a fashion design major with a minor in journalism. My best friend is a fellow student of mine. Her name is Holly DeLuca and she’s the same age as me. We’ve been friends since elementary school and have gone through all of our classes together. So, it's safe to say that we got a lot of shared memories. 

After our junior year in college, it was time to complete the mandatory internship. Unfortunately, a practical term in the fashion capitals of this world was out of the question for both of us. We simply couldn't afford it financially. Internships are traditionally unpaid, even though the costs of housing and living have risen in recent years. Neither Holly nor I were born with a silver spoon in our mouths. Instead, we come from humble beginnings. Our working-class background means that nothing’s ever given to us! We have to work for everything ourselves! 

So, what are young professionals supposed to do? Good question! In the end, we decided to turn an obstacle into an opportunity and took a semester off. Instead of an unpaid internship, we looked for a job at a fashion label. At least, that’s paid, which is a huge plus! To be honest, though, there are several pros and cons to it. On the one hand, we don't just observe from the sidelines but pitch in ourselves, gaining a lot more practical experience in the process. On the other hand, we have to take on any task that’s given to us. There’s no special treatment for the co-eds! And certainly, no kid gloves! 

Despite the salary, it's still not enough to live in the national fashion capitals, which is a real shame! After all, it would have been dope to experience the hustle and bustle of a big city. The anonymity would have been a great advantage for my personal project. But that’s only feasible for rich kids and remains a dream for us working-class girls. That’s why we ended up in our hometown. This semester, we're living back at our parents’ home because it's the easiest way to save on rent. 

OK, folks, you don’t need to tell me! I realize we're fulfilling every stereotype of Millennials living in their parents' basement. But hey, those are classic clichés, nothing more! They definitely don't apply to us. At the end of the day, you have to be practical. Simple as that! Life’s no bed of roses!

Anyway, I don't really care what other people think of me. It's my life and I have to be happy with my choices. In that respect, Holly’s completely different. In my opinion, she cares way too much about what others think because it affects her actions. Keeping up appearances is everything to her, and so she bends over backwards to please everyone else. I think she’s low-key ashamed of her working-class background, so she tries to hide it by acting all bougie and extravagant. By contrast, I'm more of a free spirit who likes to push the envelope!

Unfortunately, the whole thing has its downsides. Returning home also means returning to traditional family life. It’s pretty clear that Holly’s struggling with this. Her parents divorced a few years ago, so she lives with her mother now. There was a lot of friction and fighting between them in high school, and that hasn't changed much. For me, my high school years were pretty relaxed. I got along relatively well with my parents, because I was the good girl and nice cheerleader back then. Of course, that's different now! And my parents don't like it one bit. They’re super conservative and have no use for fashion or alternative lifestyles. That's why the situation at home is real tense at the moment.

OK, enough with the family business! I know this is the internet! So, you’re not really interested in my background. You want to know everything about my appearance. Fine! Here you go! I’m 5'2" and weigh about 105lbs. Other than that, I'm more of a Nordic type, so I got the classic combination of blond hair and sky-blue eyes. My hair goes all the way down past my shoulders. It’s straight and gets slightly wavy at the tips. So far, so beautiful! But here’s the most important part! An ex-boyfriend used to say that my true treasure was my breasts. He loved watching me fill out a bra with my big boobs, the soft titty flesh spilling over the bra cups and jiggling with every movement. And not just him! I've never met a man who didn't stare at my 32DDs in total fascination. I’m not here to brag, but it’s safe to say that I got a pair of droolworthy doozies! 

As you can see, I can't complain about my appearance. It may not be politically correct, but it's the truth! My looks have given me quite a few advantages and bailed me out of sticky situations more times than I can count. I’d be lying if I denied that I get away with murder when dealing with men. The combination of blond hair and big tits is simply unbeatable, making every man's brain skip a beat.

Knowing you guys, you want to hear all about Holly's looks too, right? Well, she's pretty much the opposite of me. She's a little taller but not as voluptuous. She's 5'7", weighs about 115lbs, and has 32b-24-34 measurements. Yet, she has a slim and athletic build. Contrasting my Nordic type, she got Italian genes with olive skin and straight black hair that reaches halfway down her back. One particularly striking feature is her eyes, which are an electric shade of icy blue. Some people actually call them Husky eyes. In any case, they are stunning, especially in combination with her dark complexion and black hair. And here’s another thing: if I have big boobs, she’s got a big butt. She has a real bubble booty that is super round and ultra-curvy. If you need a template for the term pawg (phat ass white girl), then Holly it is! 

Long story short, we complement each other very well. And that's not only true for our looks, but also for our characters. Holly definitely got a temper. She’s hot-blooded and feisty, but also passionate and determined. When she feels treated unfairly, she goes ballistic. My bestie doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, especially not any pick-up artists or macho players. I, on the other hand, am a completely different type, because I’m more of a social butterfly. I’m not only confident and energetic, but also lively and bubbly. You could say hot and full of fun. And yet, it’s not intentional or a special effort on my part, it just happens. I guess you could call me a natural born networker. 

But beware! I may be bubbly and quirky, but that doesn't mean I'm a bimbo. Absolutely not! I’m neither stupid nor ditzy. And anyone who thinks that will come to regret it. Anyway, it’s safe to say that Holly and I are a killer combination. That's why she always calls us: the buzzerfly and the passionista!

---Tia gets to know professional life ---

All right, enough with the talk about appearances. Back to business! Like I said, Holly and I got a job at a local fashion label called Vonderstone. It produces men's and women's clothing and caters mainly to the 25+ demographic. It's not exactly high fashion, but rather ready-to-wear clothing. Since we were hired as regular employees rather than interns, we didn't start in the design department. Instead, we had to begin our working life at the lowest level. After all, we had no degree and no other experience yet. So, for starters, we’re saleswomen in a Vonderstore. Fancy that!

The retail store is divided into two departments, each run by a floor manager. The right side of the shop is the men's department, which mainly offers leisurewear and casual chic. The left side is the women's department with a wide selection ranging from chic dresses to sporty clubwear. On the right side is a dressing room with changing cubicles strung like beads on a string. On the left side is the storage room. At the end of the sales area, you have to climb two steps to reach the cash register. Behind it, there’s a small department for swimwear and accessories. To the left of the cash register is a locker room for employees and to the right is a small office for the store manager. 

The store is located in a shopping mall that was once brand new and state of the art. But that was back in the 80s! A lot of time has passed since then, and the mall has fallen into despair. It’s rundown and in dire need of renovation, which isn’t happening any time soon because there’s a new, modern shopping temple at the other end of town. The biggest problem, however, is the increase in online shopping, which is causing customers numbers to shrink, so more and more stores are closing left and right. This state applies not only to the mall but also to our hometown as a whole. It's a nice little town that has been hit hard by the recession. As a result, the disparity between the boroughs has grown significantly. These days, most neighborhoods are rather shabby and dreary, as there are hardly any jobs. In response, the local high society has secluded itself to a few small areas with their gated communities clustered around an exclusive country club and golf course.

That’s the context in which our work at Vonderstone began. And to be perfectly honest, Holly was much more excited than I was. She saw it as a chance to showcase her skills and make a name as a fierce fashionista. My anticipation, on the other hand, was more subdued. While my bestie’s all about fashion design, I’m less clear about my future. That’s why I’m minoring in journalism. I’m still undecided about what I want to do after college. Report on the fashion industry or design fashion clothes. Accordingly, this blog is something of a test run. I’m dipping my toes into investigative journalism to see where it takes me.

Anyway, on our first day we already experienced the first bummer. The sales assistants have to wear a work uniform that’s the opposite of fancy or chic. For us salesgirls it consists of a dark green camisole top and a pair of black leggings. As you see, nothing special! While I quickly came to terms with this part of the job, it completely went against Holly’s fashion sensibilities. It actually keeps bugging her to this day! After all, she sees herself as a fierce fashionista! Back then, however, we were in no position to change it.

Overall, the first few weeks on the job weren’t all it’s cracked up to be. We spent most of the time learning the ropes and gaining initial sales experience. The actual work, however, was anything but spectacular because it was all about making sales. When there were no customers in the store, us salesgirls took care of simple tasks like stocking the shelves or labeling prices. In short, it was pretty boring! 

---Tia gets to know her boss---

After two weeks, Holly and I had settled into a routine. But then everything changed. The floor manager came back from his vacation, so we met our direct supervisor for the first time. And boy, what an introduction it was! 

His name is Matt Jacobs, or Matty-the-frattie. And his nickname says it all. He’s not much older than us, I’m guessing mid-twenties, which is pretty young for his leadership position. He's definitely good looking, and he knows it. However, the overall impression is marred by the fact that he’s a total fratboy. So, he’s got that arrogant, cocky macho thing going on. It's a cliché, but in this case, it completes the picture. Not only does he act the part, but he also looks like a model for Greek chic. When he arrived in the store, he was wearing a pink shirt with a popped collar! And the rest of his clothes made him look like a walking billboard, as he wore all the brands that are currently en vogue. Individuality’s something else! 

On his first day back at work, he showed up late and strutted around the store like a peacock. I found it quite amusing because it was so absurd. But he really struck a nerve with Holly since she can't stand these macho types. And that’s where her temper comes into play because my bestie got a real problem hiding her resentment. And so, her displeasure showed.

“Oh man, is it still a walk of shame if you look that good?” Matt greeted all salespersons as if he was making a triumphant return.

What an introduction! Holly and I couldn't help but look at each other and roll our eyes in unison. But the young dude didn't stop there. Quite the opposite! He was only getting started as he bragged about his vacation all day long.

“That beach break was legit! Total killer for getting laid!” He explained to us as if we were his fratpals. “All-inclusive my ass! More like, all ancient as dirt! That one blonde coug totally wouldn’t put out. Fucking skank!”

“I shoulda taken you along, chicas!” He added downright brazenly. “Don’t worry! I’d make sure you ain’t get sunburned, cuz I’d take your temperature every day with my beef-o-meter.”

Oh wow! Someone was talking big! Those were some real pearls of wisdom, weren’t they? But honestly, I was close to laughing out loud. He acted so over-the-top that it was downright cartoonish. Somehow, I found it equally amusing and impressive that our floor manager dared to display that kind of extravagant demeanor at work. But that was just me! Holly's reaction was quite different. She was all bent out of shape and ready to lose her composure. It’s safe to say that corny jokes and sexist puns are something like a sore spot for her.

Surprisingly, the other salesclerks didn't react to those nasty jabs and presumptuous remarks. Apparently, they were used to Matt’s bragging, and it was generally accepted. I don't know why, but maybe he was the top earner and thus had special privileges. Either way, I didn't really care because it was obvious he was just a showoff. All bark and no bite! And yet, it quickly became clear that Matt wasn't going to change his tune any time soon. This was his shtick, and you could take it or leave it. He wouldn’t compromise, even when Holly made her displeasure clear. But we were just the newbies at work, so we didn’t have any clout. 

In the first few weeks, I had gotten into the habit of spending the short morning and afternoon breaks alone. Grabbing an energy drink, I’d head out the door and find a place to switch off and recharge my batteries. The store has a back door that leads to an alley behind the mall. Since it’s real small, there’s never anyone around. That made it the perfect place for me to take a breather. But this time, it was different because Matt joined me. Instead of an energy drink, he smoked a cigarette. And of course, he couldn't stay quiet for long, but started telling stories. 

That was the end of my peace and contemplation. But I wasn’t ready to give up my quiet place so quickly. And so, we got into a conversation. At least, the phony poser stopped talking about his vacation. That was a start! As it turned out, he wasn't just acting like a wannabe player, he was an actual fratboy, or rather an alum since he was a former member of the 'Yamos' fraternity. Even though I don't go to college here, I had heard the name before. It was famous, or rather infamous, for causing several scandals on campus in recent years. To further serve the cliché, Matt talked about all the outrageous boozers and ragers he had experienced in his days as a Yamos bro. That was nice and all, but not really exciting. So, we got to talking about how we ended up in this town and this mall, or as the fratster would say: this fuck-ass fuck of a bumfuck town and shithole center of the universe. That’s just nice, isn’t it?

“If you own it, you gotta tend to it, right?” The floor manager justified his job in the Vonderstore. “I’m the face that runs the place.”

Oh wow! Somebody was talking big again! Matt’s mocking smile, however, showed me that he wasn't entirely serious. I could detect a hint of irony there. His arrogant attitude was extremely provocative, but it also piqued my interest. In a weird way, it felt like he was throwing down the gauntlet to me. As if it was a challenge to get to the bottom of things. And boy was I ready to expose this cocky player for the phony showoff he was! 

I’m self-confident and not easily intimidated. Instead, I like to clap back and counter stupid jokes with witty responses. Not to brag, but with my looks, I was used to guys hitting on me and falling over each other in clumsy attempts to outdo their rivals. Usually, they only ever topped each other in impertinence or awkwardness or both. Pick your poison! Long story short, I’ve met my fair share of pick-up artists and wannabe players. For the most part, they weren't the brightest guys. They were easily thrown off their game if you were quick on the comeback and questioned their chat-up lines. Most of them couldn’t handle pushback and quickly huffed off with their tail between their legs.

And then there was Matt! He turned out to be of a different caliber. If you talked to him a little longer, you found out that he wasn't so dumb but actually quite clever. There was more to him than just being a phony poser. He had a self-deprecating way about him and was always ready for an ironic retort. Most of his comments were meant to be sarcastic. And I bet you know how many people have trouble understanding sarcasm and irony. If you get it, you find it funny. If you don't, you get annoyed. The bottom line is this: Matt loves to tell big stories. They’re always based on a kernel of truth, but he dramatizes them until his tales become completely outrageous and unrealistic. So, people are either intrigued or repelled. If you understand the true gist of his narrative, the outlandish details can be real funny. If you don't get it, you’re upset by the alternative facts.

To be honest, I got an ironic streak myself. So, it was easy for me to recognize when Mr. Player was serious and when he was bragging. Most of the time, the kernel of truth was easy to spot. And after that, the rest of the narrative became an entertaining fairytale. You have to give credit where credit is due! Even though he was a total showoff, his stories were exhilarating and exciting! So, they were a great change from the dreary work routine.

---Tia controls the narrative---

The next days were more of the same. Putting clothes on shelves, pricing goods, advising customers… rinse and repeat! At least, the morning break compensated for the boring routine and proved to be rich in variety. Once again, Matt joined me in the back alley. Even though it was still morning, he was already psyched and ready to run off at the mouth.

This time, we got to talking about why I was working at the Vonderstore. When I told him that this was a substitute for my internship, he told me about his own experience as an intern. Not that long ago, he was a business student, completing his practical term at a consulting firm. On the weekend before the start of the internship, he had picked up a hot-ass cougar at an over thirty party. In the end, she turned out to be his boss at the company. If that’s not a happy chance, right? Coincidences do exist after all!

Certainly, there was some truth to the tale. That one-night stand may have actually happened. But from there on, the narrative got totally blown out of proportion. So, here’s what Matt told me: the bossy bitch couldn’t resist the young buck aka him. On the second day, she hit on him all day long until they finally met in her office to bang. And from then on, he turned her into his slampiece. He even trained her to become the office bike. All right! Now, that's a realistic story, isn't it? Of course, I tried to find the plot holes and point them out. But the cocky player didn't buckle so quickly. On the contrary, he found my efforts amusing. My tenaciousness seemed to spur him on because he found a good explanation for all my inquiries. And before long, some real banter developed between the two of us. That was something new!

In any case, Matt’s narration ensured that the break flew by in a flash. I must admit that it was more relaxing than all the reflection before. And so it happened that we met in the back alley every break. Each time, the phony poser gave me another tidbit about his internship. Of course, it became more and more spectacular. And in the end, he recounted how his boss came to a frat party to entertain all his bros as a stripper. Sure thing! But whatever! By then, the truth didn’t matter anymore. Our breaks had turned into a game of banter where we flirted and teased each other. To be honest, it was the most exciting thing in the monotony of daily work life. And excitement was exactly what I was looking for!

“You'd like that too, wouldn't you?” I teased him when he concluded his story. “For me to show up at a frat party n strip for your bros?”

“Forget about it!” I immediately stood him up. “You'll never get your hands on a hottie like me. So sad!”

Oh yeah! That sounded just as arrogant as it should! After all, I wanted to draw the macho out! Let's see how he reacts when push comes to shove. It was time to find out if Matt was all talk and no bite or if he walked the talk. With all my self-confidence, I planted myself right in front of him. Pushing my chest out, my titty meat bulged out my work uniform, showing off my bomb-ass boobs.

Up to this point, Matt had been leaning casually against the wall, but now he straightened up until he reached his full height. With his 6'2", he towered over me. Flashing a mocking grin, he looked down at me. This was a clear sign that he wasn’t easily impressed. Duly noted! But don’t worry! I had cracked tougher nuts and wrapped hotter guys around my finger. As expected, he didn't leave it at a glance down my cleavage. Instead, his hands shot up. The cocky player actually tried to grab my breasts. But not so fast! I was prepared! Expecting this macho move, I grabbed him by the wrists and held his arms. You could look but you couldn’t touch. Only I decided who got to enjoy this privilege. We played by my rules or not at all! I held the reins and nobody else!

“Oh, the lady doth think she’s better than me!” Matt teased playfully. “Saving yourself for the right guy, huh? As befits a lady!”

“Then again, you ain't look so chaste to me!” He added becoming brusque. “Bet you’re one of those drama queens on the hunt to bag a rich dude! You want a wallet between those legs, not a cock, huh? Yeah, that’s it! Don’t deny it!”

Oh wow! What a pearl of wisdom! It oozed arrogance, didn’t it? But at least, the showoff didn't fold so easily, which I liked because it made our banter new and exciting! Otherwise, it would have been boring. And yet, his cockiness got to me because I reacted in a most unusual way! I didn’t mean to, but I started giggling. Damnit! Where did that come from?

"Oh! I'd be the perfect trophy wife!" I played along. “Too bad, you’re no part of the elite. The rich n famous are lining up to make a move on me. You can bet your ass on that!” 

“But hey, look at me!” I took a step back and lifted my arms to present my curves in a most flirtatious manner. “I’m legit! The belle of the ball, the queen bee. No cap! The city is mine!”

“All those stuffed-shirts n busybodies, they don’t stand no chance with me.” I added with a provokingly raised eyebrow. “There’s no one on my level in this town! For sure, no little fratties. Aw, so sorry!”

Normally, I was confident but not conceited. And yet, this pretentious player got my goat. He annoyed me so much that my arrogance came out. I guess it was a reflex to compensate for his cockiness. Either way, I couldn’t help it. I simply had to clap back!

“Yeah, well! You got one point right!” Matt agreed with an approving nod. “You're way too hot for this dump!”

Oh, get out of here! He didn’t mean it, but it still flattered me, so I giggled even more. Damnit! That reduced my self-confidence to absurdity.

“Man! Gotta say, you should be on the next season of that fake-ass top model show.” The floor manager added with faux encouragement. “Your chance to graduate from trailer park princess to trash queen. Best way to haul ass outta this bumfuck shithole.” 

Wow, drag me! What a mean dig! Once again, the douchebag made it clear that he was a total machofucker. And of course, he had to get the last word in. But OK! He actually hit a sore spot. I had secretly flirted with the idea before. Sadly, my figure didn’t really meet the current standards for runway models. I was way too voluptuous for that, even though I’d never complain about my curves. It didn’t matter anyway because I wasn’t looking for that type of work. 

And yet, I must admit that the jerkface impressed me. He had grasped the situation real quick. As if he had seen right though me and scrutinized my soul. Son of a bitch! He had the upper hand! But wait! Not so fast! I didn’t give in so quickly either. In a knee-jerk reaction, I let go of Matt's arms and turned around. Somehow, the image of that goddamn model show stuck in my mind. I’m not proud of it but the idea really spoke to me!

"Take a good look, frattie!” I teased Matt with a glance over my shoulder. “Cuz a red-hot catwalk like this, you'll never see anything like it again. Never ever!” 

And before I knew it, I was off! Believe it or not, but my little flirtation had turned into full-blown teasing. This had escalated quickly! And so, I walked up and down the seedy alley as if it were a runway at Paris Fashion Week. But instead of photographers and celebrities, I walked past trash cans and dumpsters. This was totally absurd! But for some reason, the sordid surroundings made the scene that much hotter. Weird, but OK!

But it wasn’t the only fucked up thing about it! Sure enough, the other stores had backdoors too! At any moment, someone could step into the alley and see my sassy action. This was damn daring! But more importantly, it helped me reach my goal. Matt's eyes were glued to my body. His gaze scanned my curves like he was imprinting them in his memory. It was highly flattering and totally spurred me on. So, I ran a second lap. Sad but hot!

As I walked up and down the dingy alley, I got bolder by the second until I shook my hips and bounced my boobs. I made a real effort to look sexy! But I was in a flow, so I got extra frisky. Stopping in front of the jackass, I turned around. With my booty facing my manager, I pulled my black leggings down until half of my buns peeked out of my pants. Unlike Holly, I’m no pawg, but I still got a tasty apple bottom and I wanted to show off my killer keister. But only for a short moment! After all, this was supposed to be a sexy teaser, not a full-blown porn trailer!

When I turned around, I had a big smile on my lips. And for good reason! I was extremely proud of myself and my courage. But then the smile froze on my face. The guy was gone! Can you believe it? The dirtbag had walked into the store and left me standing on the street! I was totally dumbfounded! This son of a bitch! He’d never see a hotter piece of ass than me, and yet he had the audacity to leave before he got to see the best part. My efforts had been in vain! Fuck me!

Now, it was my turn to be upset, and rightly so. I was pissed! This level of disrespect was completely foreign to me, and it got me all worked up. But that wasn’t all! It also spurred me on! I was determined to prove the arrogant asshat wrong. Now more than ever! This machofucker wasn’t getting off that easy. No way! Nobody ditched me like that without suffering the consequences! 

---Tia becomes the narrative---

The next day, Matt didn't join me for our breaks. Instead, I was all alone in the seedy alley. But I still didn’t get to relax and unwind. I was way too busy being upset. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I had been dumped. The feeling of disrespect was still lingering. It was totally ridiculous, but it was a cycle of negative thoughts that I couldn’t stop! Damnit!

But the next day, everything changed! I didn't even have to wait until the first break. All morning, I was busy in the storeroom unpacking new merchandise. This was one of the dullest jobs in the store, as I had to grind away in the stockroom all by myself. But then I heard a noise. It was coming out of nowhere and happened so suddenly that it caught me off guard! Bent over a box, I felt a grip on my shoulders, and before I could react, I got pushed a way. Everything happened in a flash! Slap-bang, I found myself against the whitewashed brick wall. But it didn’t end there. I felt a hand on my back applying more pressure. And with that, I got shoved into the wall until my big boobs were pressed against the bricks. Subconsciously, I already knew, but a second later my suspicions were confirmed when Matt put his head next to my face. Feeling his breath on my ear, I shuddered.

“Looks like you misjudged me, Chesty! I ain’t one for half measures. It’s all or nothing, beautiful!” He murmured to me. 

“C’mon, bitch! Everybody knows you can’t wait to show me that ass.” He added with a menacing grumble. “Admit it! You ain’t wanna half-ass it either.”

Oh shit! There was so much wrong with this situation! Normally, I was the queen bee with the reins in my hand. I decided who got to touch me, not some random guy I barely knew. I wanted to fight back, but I was too overwhelmed! Frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move a finger. Matt’s strong body pressed me against the wall, his breath brushing against my ear. His sheer strength allowed no resistance. His hand reached up and wrapped the long strands of my blond hair around his fingers. Controlling my head, he held me in a vice grip. It was all too clear who had the reins here! I felt so small. I was completely defenseless. This was definitely something new and daring!

And then any remaining thought of resistance was gone. From behind, Matt reached between my legs. Quick and dirty, his fingers closed around my pussy. Oh fuck! I held my breath. He grabbed me by the pussy! I moaned out. He squeezed harder! This was unbelievable! The sudden sensations spread from my loins and flooded my body. Involuntarily, I pushed my butt back, grinding my ass into his crotch. My defiance was gone! I wanted this machofucker to take me. After neglecting me and playing hard-to-get, I wanted this arrogant asshat’s full attention. Damnit!

Of course, Matt noticed how I melted like wax in his hands. And so, he slowly started kneading my snatch. His pressure on my outer pussylips didn't let up. The massage was intense, right off the bat! For sure, sensual foreplay wasn’t a thing for the cocky player. Right in the face, that was his motto! And it was the right thing at the right moment. It took my breath away and left me unable to resist. Instead, I did the opposite and showed my willingness by pressing my bomb-ass buns harder into his crotch. For fuck’s sake! This was too easy! I couldn’t let this dirtbag have his way with me, not like this. Then again, lust flowed through my body! But still, it happened too quickly! I wasn’t ready to grant him this victory. I was the belle of the ball! I was no cheap slut, but the hottest chick this wannabe player would ever get to see. 

“Don't even think you can get me like that! I’m not that easy!” I hissed over my shoulder. “You may touch my pussy, but that’s it. Period!”

I tried to sound confident and in control. But the machofucker only squeezed my pubic mound in response. The pressure was savage and made me moan! The jerkface slid his finger back and forth while his grip remained tight as a vice! I groaned and my legs wobbled. Jesus! Any hint of control was gone!

“If you ask real nice, I might let you slip it in.” I added, clinging to the last ounces of resistance. “But only if you're a good boy!” 

Of course, that was a bit too thick. After all, I was standing pressed against the wall. I was in no position to make demands. I knew it, and he knew it too!

“Oooh… okay… You can finger me to orgasm.” I quickly suggested before I could only moan instead of talk.

It was obvious that I had no more room for negotiation. That’s why I tried to flirt my way out of this situation even if it was futile. We both knew that the machofucker would do what he wanted, and I’d accept it. That’s why I kept my position with my arms over my head and my palms against the bricks. I didn’t push back, so my terrific titties remained mashed into the wall. It was a clear sign that I wasn’t going to make a fuss. Quite the opposite! Slowly gyrating my hips, I shook my ass and opened my legs to give the jackass better access. 

“Haha! As if that fucking ass is anything special. Soz to tell you, bitch, but you’re a fawg, no pawg. A typical flat ass white girl.” Matt remarked. “I see no junk in the trunk, more like mini generators for the double-wide! Hahaha!”

Oh fuck! That hit home! What a nasty jab! It was so outrageous that my whole body shook with rage. But it also had an unexpected side effect, as I rubbed my big boobs over the rough bricks until my nipples got hard from excitement. What a lewd thing to do! It made me so horny that I couldn’t come up with a witty response! There were only feels, no thoughts. That’s why I was focused on something else. I was highly motivated to prove the mean mofo wrong. I may not have the biggest booty, but I had other awesome assets on offer.

“C’mon, boy! As if you could ever resist my titties, frattie!” I retorted, although it was half an angry hiss and half a teasing purr. 

Yeah, man! Venting my anger felt good. It also gave me the feeling of regaining the upper hand. But that feeling was only short lived.

“The moment you catch a glimpse of my fine… fluffy… fleshpillows… you gonna jizz all over the place!” I became increasingly flirtatious.

Oh jeez! The longer I talked, the more I reverted to my teasing ways. In the end, I pressed my bad-ass bolsters against the wall, squeezing my titty flesh in rhythm to my description and making it bulge obscenely. What an invitation! Of course, the mean mofo was smart enough to jump on it. He quickly let me feel that he had never really lost control. After all, he still had one hand on my pussy and one in my hair. With both grips, the jackass began to move my body. He pushed me up and down while keeping me pressed against the wall. As a result, my nipples slid over the rough brick wall. They got harder and harder! I held my breath. The sensations became bigger and bigger! I started to moan along. It was driving me crazy, and my arousal escalated. Finally, he stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But that turned into a gasp when I noticed a wet spot in my black leggings. Oh shit! The effect was obvious! There was nothing left to hide. Jesus Christ!

By then Matt had let go of me. He took a few steps back, which gave me an opening. I could turn around, slap him in the face, and walk away. That would be the right thing to do! But I didn't do it! Instead, I turned around extra slowly and with an extra sexy swing of my hips. Standing in front of the arrogant asshat, I didn't hesitate. It’s hard to believe, but I sank straight to my knees. Pushing my shoulders back, my tremendous titties jutted out. They loomed large and round on my chest and almost burst the green top. Ever so slowly, I grabbed the hem of the camisole and pushed it up, revealing my tight tummy. I didn't stop until the fabric got caught on my erect nipples. And with that, I showed my busty underboobs. But no more! The sight of the full, round curve was enough as it was. The teasing worked because Matt's boner became visible in his pants. Hell, yeah!

To be honest, I had planned to leave it at that. The phony poser got a porn trailer, but not the full hardcore program. So, everyone got what they wanted, right? Not quite! I wanted more! By now, I was in a frenzy, so I continued without interruption. At any moment, a colleague could come into the storeroom and see me flashing my titties, but that didn’t stop me. On the contrary! It only increased my excitement. 

In total tease mode, I pushed the fabric higher, but my rock-hard nipples acted like hooks holding the green top down. With a sharp tug, I freed my big-ass bouncers and my nipples popped out. What a sight! My curvy underboobs lifted off my chest and then abruptly dropped down snapping back into place. And with that, my titties were free! Pulling the top over my head, I tossed it into a corner. Any restraint was gone! I knelt topless in the dusty storeroom and was happy about it. 

But hold on a second! At this point, I must take a brief detour to clarify some things about my breasts. You already know that they’re natural DDs, which of course is a great size. It also means that my titty meat rests heavy on my chest. But don’t worry! My boobs don't hang like flesh tubes, they’re super tight and firm. In truth, my tremendous titties look like plump pillows with a teardrop shape. Being all natural, they’re soft and squishy but also bouncy and jiggly. In fact, my fluffy fleshpads have the magical ability to snap right back to their original position whenever they move. And that’s why they’re my pride and joy, and that’s totally justified!

All right, back to topic! My fantastic funbags were exposed, so I cupped them from underneath. Lifting my bodacious boobs, I weighed them like young, ripe melons, which made them look even bigger. The sight was irresistible and got Matt moving. The machofucker literally pounced on me. On the way over, he quickly unzipped his pants to take out his hard cock. Oh man! His size wasn’t half bad either. His dick was a real rod, thick and plump and veiny. But the most striking thing was the nice curve and big bulbous head. You could say it was on par with my tits!

Without hesitation, the pretentious player built himself up in front of me, his cock practically slapped me in the face. Towering over me, his muscular body covered my small frame almost entirely. It made me feel so small and completely defenseless. What a combination! My position fueled my submissiveness and the exposure in the storeroom fanned my exhibitionism! It was an intoxicating mix! As a result, I could hardly wait any longer. I was so horny and greedy! Impatiently, I opened my mouth and puckered my lips. I was so ready! I wanted to give the showoff a brilliant blowjob! My mouth watered when he grabbed his cock and buckled his knees. 

But then I gasped in disappointment! I watched his cock sliding out of my view. Oh no! The mean mofo couldn’t leave me hanging like that! Luckily, though, he stopped when his dick hovered right in front of my big tits. And with that, he shoved his rod between my fat fleshpillows. My bomb-ass bouncers opened invitingly. But only for a second! Then my titty flesh snapped right back burying his stiff shaft under a mountain of meat.

And yet, he left it at that. Matt didn’t proceed! He made no further move! Instead, he put his hands on his hips. He relaxed and leaned back. Holy shit! It looked so casual! As if tittyfucking a willing slut in a storeroom was the most normal thing in the world. The arrogance was unbearable! It was obvious that I was just another notch in the bedpost for the showoff. At the same time, though, it was breathtaking. I felt the overwhelming urge to prove that I was more than a cheap skank. I wanted to show this cocky player that my tits were one of a kind. So, I grabbed my fat fleshpads. Placing my hands on the sides of my chest cushion, I pressed my soft and squishy titty meat together before sliding my boobs up and down his shaft.

Then and there, the realization hit me! I was doing exactly what the machofucker wanted me to do. I had fallen right into his trap! And I realized it only now! But I didn’t want it any other way, at leat not at that moment. I was too horny to resist. So, Matt didn't have to say or do anything. I started to make every effort to give him the best tittyfuck ever. He should wait until he got to feel my hot lips and tight pussy! That would be his heaven on earth, and he would cum straightaway. You can bet on that!

Before it came to that, however, I gave the jerkface the full feel of my fluffy fleshpillows. You could say my tremendous titties are made for boob banging! So far, I had wrapped my bomb-ass bouncers around his rod. Now, it was time to kick it up a notch! Therefore, I lowered my head and spit right into my cleavage. Oh shit! I had never acted so dirty before and for good reason! Most guys were already content when they could see my big boobs, so I hardly had to make an effort. 

This time, it was different! The effort was necessary! Afrer all, I had to convince the jackass! More than that, I had to blow his mind! That’s why I stepped up my game. So, I spat into my cleavage, and I spat again. In the end, I dribbled so much drool on my bouncy boobs that it looked fucking obscene. But it suited the kinky situation and totally turned me on. 

Finally, my cleavage was so wet that it was practically a titty slide. So, I started moving my chest cushion up and down. I kept my fleshpads wrapped tightly around Matt's meat so it must have felt like an extra gentle hand job. Up and down my titties slid! Faster and faster my rhythm became! Harder and harder I squeezed my funbags! I was sweating from the effort, but the mean mofo showed no signs of cumming. So, I changed tactics. I grabbed my bomb-ass bouncers at the base and squeezed my hands together, so my titty flesh bulged out obscenely. It made my bodacious boobs look even bigger. Slowly increasing the pace, I began to move my titty meat from left to right until I practically whipped it around the rigid rod. Like a meaty pillow fight!

And that’s when I noticed how Matt’s meat began to twitch. I responded by wrapping my tits even tighter around his shaft. I couldn’t even tell what I wanted more: feel his cock in my cunt or make him cum early and savor the victory. Either way, one thing was certain! If I managed to make my manager cum with a tittyfuck, I had proven that I was special, hadn't I? But then I felt a second twitch. And suddenly, I had to make a decision. One or the other? Cunt or cum? 

I closed my eyes to concentrate, but instead I spent the time enjoying the feel of the rigid rod penetrating my fluffy fleshpillows. And then it was too late. My chance had passed! The arrogant asshat took the decision out of my hands. Suddenly, the cock was gone! There was only emptiness between my boobs. Panic rose inside of me! Opening my eyes, I saw the unspeakable happen! The phony poser walked out of the storeroom. He was skipping out on me! He strolled away in the most casual way ever. This was unbelievable! The jerkface left me high and dry! This couldn’t be true! Something like that had never happened to me before! 

For fuck’s sake! This wasn’t acceptable! The arrogance pissed me off! But it was the nonchalance that made me see red! I had thought I had the cocky player wrapped around my finger. I thought I had gained the upper hand. But the opposite was true! Matt had been in control all along. I had slaved away, and he had savored it to the fullest. He hadn’t even had to lift a finger because I had served him so obediently! And in return, he left me hot and bothered in the storeroom. The insolence was unbearable! And yet, I must admit that I was hornier and needier than ever. I'm sure a simple flick of my clit would have been enough to make me cum. I was ready to climax… on the spot… in the middle of the storeroom… with my colleagues around the corner! This was madness!

And this was why I didn't do it! Left to myself, the danger was too great. I wasn’t that kind of freak. I might have gotten carried away by the kinky situation, but now that Matt was gone, the spell was over. And I was determined that it would never happen again! So, I grabbed my top and packed in my fleshpads before continuing with my work. Despite the menial task, however, I could hardly concentrate. I was too needy and unsatisfied! My throbbing pussy kept distracting me! But I blanked it out, because I most certainly wasn’t going to have an orgasm in the Vonderstore. I wouldn’t give my floor manager this kind of victory. Definitely not!

---Tia lives in a goldfish bowl---

The next day, everything went back to normal. Matt didn't let on and the rest of the salesclerks didn’t seem to have noticed anything. So, it was business as usual, and I preferred it that way. I never wanted to talk about what happened in the storeroom again. It was a one-time thing! A slip-up that was best forgotten real quick!

But then the morning break happened. I bet you can guess, but it was the big return of Mr. Player. Once again, he joined me in the alley to have a smoke. Frankly, I wasn’t so sure if I liked it or not. But my concerns were quickly dispelled when the showoff began to tell a new tale. And this time, I was the protagonist! Believe it or not, but he had told his fratpals about our little hookup.

“I told my top bros ‘bout the flop hoe.” Matt reported extra charmingly. “Yeah, you got that right, bitch! I told them all ‘bout ‘Walking Tits’ n her failure to make me cum.” 

For fuck’s sake! What a nasty piece of work! The jerkface spoke of me in the third person, as if he was telling his story to someone else. That was outrageous! He only needed a few seconds, and he almost made me blow my lid.

“Yo, Goldilocks! My bros couldn't believe there’s a skanky slut like that in our bumfuck dump of a town! So cheap n easy, she can’t wait to shove her tits in her boss’ face." He twisted the facts.

“But hey, I told them Chesty’s way cheaper n easier than that. She can’t wait to tittyfuck the shit outta any dick, no matter when n where.” He upped the ante. “My bros just laughed at me. They said there ain’t no titty tramp like that.”

“So, what you say, Walking Tits?” He had the balls to ask me to my face. “Am I lying or not?”

Holy shit! I was fuming mad! It must have looked like I was champing with rage. I was so busy snorting with anger, I couldn’t even respond.

“But you know the best part?” Matt continued unabashed. “The dumb bitch was convinced of her genius… I mean her peaches. Hehehe!”

Jesus! What a bad pun! It made me cringe!

“She really thinks those fleshcans are the hottest shit.” He chuckled evilly. “But newsflash, bitch! It ain’t enough! In the end, our Goldilocks couldn’t deliver on her promise!”

Oh my God! The arrogance was off the charts! But worst of all, it wasn't even a lie. My mean manager had seen right through me and had me figured out. That hit me harder than all the insults combined. I stood in front of this phony poser with his cocky grin and couldn't believe my ears. At that moment, I wanted to slap him so bad! I wanted to slap that smirk off his face! But instead, I just giggled at each cussword and every nickname. Damnit!

And with that, story time was over. Matt flicked his cigarette away and went back into the store. Once again, he left me out in the cold! His nonchalance shocked me! Hearing this stirring tale was enough to get me hot and bothered. The machofucker, on the other hand, seemed so chill and casual. He didn’t give a damn about me, and it made me feel completely replaceable. I was just another horny hussy for him. As if the next blonde bimbo was already waiting right around the corner. This was so absurd, but it still hurt!

Standing alone in the dingy alley, I scoffed in disapproval! I hated the douchebag for repeatedly ditching me. And yet, it had the same effect as last time, only more intense. I badly wanted to prove myself to the arrogant asshat. The disgrace was too big, so I had to compensate for it. I had never felt so much like a failure, so I needed to restore my self-esteem. There was no way around it, I had to put the cocky player in his place and make him cum. The urge to slay the showoff was overwhelming!

But I didn’t get the chance to pull it off because something got in the way. A couple of Matt's bros came into the store. That wasn’t really surprising because his fratpals regularly stopped by during lunch break. This time, though, they were actually looking to buy clothes, so the floor manager personally took over the consultation.

“Yeah, bros, totally! That's the Walking Tits!” I heard Matt tell the fratboys. “But watch out! Don't let her shove her titties in your face!”

“Gotta be careful there. This is a respectable store!” He added in fake concern like a serious professional.

Damnit! This was beyond absurd! Could there be anything more presumptuous! Worst of all, the jackass yelled the words across the store, so loud that everyone could hear him. Thank God, there was no one around. Luckily, there were no other customers, and my colleagues were busy in the stock room. So, no one heard it. For now!

Still, the shock went right through me shaking me to the core. I froze on the spot, right where I was busy restocking the shelves. Of course, the dirtbag jumped at the chance and led his buddies over to me. But he wouldn’t let me advise them. Instead, he let me get on with my menial task while he did the difficult work. So, the sales pitch took place right next to me. Needless to say, it was more bro talk than sales talk. The focus wasn't on new clothes anyway, because the guys were busy making stupid jokes and dropping sexist comments. Apparently, the younger fratboys were trying to impress the older alum by telling their own brand of bro tale. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes while I continued to restock the racks. That was easier said than done, though, as I had to bend over whenever I picked up a stack of shirts from the floor. As a result, my green top slid up and exposed my black leggings over and over again. Even worse, my bomb-ass buns filled the leggings and stretched out the black fabric. So, the youngsters got an eyeful!

“Sweet! I'm on a fruit diet!” The blond fratboy exclaimed. “Today, there’s apples on the menu!”

"Awesome, dude!” His brown-haired buddy replied. “But I'm more into pears. I could go on a diet with them.” 

Oh man! These youngsters were tenacious! They wouldn't stop with the fruit metaphors and came up with a new pun every time I bent over. If lowbrow humor was your style, you would have had a ball. In a crude way, it could have been funny if it didn’t happen in the middle of the store. That’s why I couldn’t counter or clap back. I had no choice but to endure it. So, the scene got more and more surreal until I could only shake my head. But I didn’t do that! Instead, I just giggled. Holy shit! This was new! But it was the worst possible reaction in this situation! 

Of course, it didn't get any better when I climbed the ladder to reach the shelf. Lifting my arms, the green fabric slid up my butt, exposing my ass. And that was when the guys stopped their conversation. Instead, they preferred to stare at my apple bottom. No wonder! It was such a salacious sight! But it was also inappropriate! After all, we were still in the middle of a fashion store! But then I realized that they were focusing on my thigh gap. In my tight leggings, my cameltoe was visible, standing out against the black fabric. Holy fuck! The mere thought took my breath away and made my pussy throb. Too distracted by my feelings, I didn’t interfere, which only encouraged the fratboys. 

“Dude! You gotta tap that ass!” The blond guy shouted loud enough to be heard throughout the store.

“Sweet, man! That booty’s, like, belfie challenge certified! For real!” His buddy retorted in the foulest brospeak ever. “But damn! Those tiddies are fire, too!”

For fuck’s sake! The guys were goading each other, becoming bolder by the second. It got so bad that I preferred not to think about where this would end. Definitely in an exciting and daring situation! That much was clear. But I never found out because Holly returned to the sales floor. She heard the lousy punchline. She recognized what was going on. And she reacted completely opposite to me. While I tried to let it bounce off me, her temper flared up. It was clear to see how much she disliked the situation. She found the bros’ behavior highly offensive. But most of all, she was upset that our supervisor didn’t step in and help his subordinate. 

Oh shit! That left me no choice! I had known Holly long enough to realize that she was about to blow a gasket. For better or worse, I had to intervene before my bestie got involved. Knowing her temper, it wouldn’t end well, for either of us. So, I took a deep breath and climbed down the ladder. But I was in for a rude awakening. It happened again! I wanted to be polite and praise the guys, but instead I simply giggled. This was too much! I didn’t want to lay it on so thick! I didn’t want to appear so bimbo-ish! But my pussy made me do it! Damnit! 

“C’mon guys, you’re just toying with me.” I finally said, drawing out the words while putting on a bright smile.

“Oh, Goldilocks! You need to be a toy to be toyed with.” Matt instantly corrected me, dropping another nasty jab. “I know, working in retail, it’s a lotta stress. But I’m here to help you cope any time you ask.” 

Man! You should have seen Holly's reaction. She almost fell over from shock. Her face turned red with anger. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. So, I quickly gave her a glance before she did something stupid, slightly shaking my head as an implicit signal. We had known each other so long that she recognized it right away. Although it was difficult for her, she didn’t interfere. What a close call!

And with that, I had solved one problem. So, I turned to the second one. Facing the fratbros, I had no time to think it through, so I giggled again. Jesus Christ! I must have looked like a total bimbo, and I hated it! But it worked! Even if it wasn't true, it was the right move because it deescalated the situation. The boys felt vindicated and saw no need to go one better. At the same time, Matt liked my bimboy mood, so he let me take over the sales pitch. That calmed Holly down and she moved on to other tasks. 

In any case, it was a good decision because I was better at sales talk anyway. But of course, that wasn’t the douchebag’s reason! Instead, he took pleasure in watching me endure more brotalk. So you could say, it was a win-win for both of us, wasn’t it? Truth be told, the sale went as well as it could under these circumstances. The two youngsters tried their hardest to drop every sexist joke they could cook up and make me giggle. But most of the time, they were too distracted. Staring at my tits required all their cognitive capacities. So, I took the opportunity to sell them a whole bunch of clothes and other accessories. Technically, they only wanted to buy one pair of jeans each, but they ended up leaving the store with a completely new outfit, including color-coordinated shirts and expensive belts. I guess that's what you call upselling! I had used my assets to sell the guys more merchandise and higher priced products than they had actually planned. In the end, it was their own fault, so I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

---Tia on the runway---

That was a lot of excitement for a single work week. Not that I'm complaining, but the next week was much quieter. Matt and I continued to meet in the back alley during our breaks and tease each other. But something was different. The mean mofo wasn’t hitting on me anymore. Obviously, he had seen my tits and ass, picked up a tittyfuck, and lost interest in me. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, right? 

Not right! Not at all! I wasn’t some random chick he picked up in a club before closing time to fuck and dump right after! I wasn’t a ‘down to fuck slut’ ready to go at a moment’s notice. I was so much better than that! Accordingly, I felt so used and discarded. This was something completely new for me. I had never been treated like this before! No man had ever dared to do that! Quite the opposite! I was used to men courting me and wooing me. And I suspect that’s why I didn’t respond the way I usually do. It didn't make me angry, it turned me on! More than that, it became an obsession! I had to get Mr. Player’s prick in my pussy and milk it. That was my mission!

Easier said than done! The jackass may have lost his sexual interest in me, but he hadn’t stopped being a total macho! He just broadened his focus, displaying his sexist behavior towards other salesgirls as well. He actually began to criticize Holly and me in front of the customers. With every passing day, he made us look more stupid and incompetent. It reached the boiling point when he had the nerve to forbid us to give sales talks. Instead, we had to refer all customers to him. And we also had to respond with a 'Dunno!’ whenever asked a question. What the fuck?

If we're perfectly honest, that new strategy didn't help the store's sales figures, because Matt is many things, but not a skilled salesman. Since he was the floor manager, however, no one stopped him, and he was able to continue unhindered. It wouldn’t stop until the store manager looked at the monthly numbers and noticed how bad they had gotten. Hopefully, that would lead to drastic changes at the Vonderstore, because they were desperately needed. Until then, Holly and I could only watch grudgingly as we were given simpler tasks by the day. The combination of disregard and disrespect frustrated the hell out of me. Funny enough, Holly thought I was livid with our floor manager and ready to pick a fight. In reality, though, it was the other way around. I was becoming more and more needy while Holly’s temper nearly boiled over several times. She got dangerously close to throwing a tantrum. Looks like my bestie was projecting there! 

As you see, I wasn’t just annoyed by work, I was also sexually frustrated. Ever since the encounter in the storeroom, I was left high and dry because nothing exciting was happening in my life. Therefore, I was in desperate need of a thrill. Add to that my obsession with putting the cocky player in his place and it made for a combustible mix. There was no way around it, I had to act! For this reason, I took advantage of our next morning break. Matt was leaning against the wall in his signature stance, casual as fuck. So predictable! And that’s why I positioned myself right in front of him, looking him straight in the eye.

"What’s up, frattie? Bet you've searched all the porn sites on the web. Admit it, you haven’t found better tits than mine." I challenged him full of confidence.

"Hehehe! The delusion’s strong in this one." The douchebag laughed me in the face.

But I didn't let up. Not so fast! I wasn't going to give in that easily. I was too used to men dancing to my tune for that.

"Last chance to see these bad-ass bombshells!" I declared, putting my hands on my chest and squeezing my fantastic funbags through the green fabric.

“There’ll be a final fashion show in the locker room.” I firmly set the terms, although I let a teasing tone resonate in my voice. “Meet me there at lunch if you want a piece of these babies. It’s now or never!"

Short and precise! I didn’t hesitate but turned around and left the guy standing in the dingy alley. I walked away with my head held high. And yet, I must admit that I shook my terrific tushy as sexy as I could on my way into the store. This time, it was me who had the last word! Period!

Nevertheless, my excitement was sky-high. I was so nervous that I could hardly wait for the lunch break. I could barely concentrate because I could think of nothing else. When Holly and the rest of my colleagues left the store, my chance had come. We have a rule in the store that one salesperson always has to stay behind and take a break later. So today, I volunteered. My plan worked because I noticed that Matt didn’t join the others. That was a good start!

So, I walked into the dressing room with shaky knees. The area comprised four cubicles lined up along a corridor. Each cubicle was separated with a curtain to provide privacy for customers. In one of those booths, I had already laid out the selected clothes. In addition, I had a pair of high heels ready that I had brought from home. The white stiletto sandals with open toe and cross straps were my sexiest shoes with a 5" heel. It was easy to see that they were usually reserved for clubs and parties.

Of course, I knew the lunch break wouldn’t last forever, so I had to hurry to set my plan in motion. For this reason, I quickly put on the first bikini from the summer collection. It was printed with bright floral patterns and had a flounce-trimmed halter top that boosted my bust line. Since Matt hadn't arrived yet, I bridged the time by pulling out my phone and taking a series of selfies. Simply said, I looked too good to let it go to waste. I guess I'm a Millennial like that. After all, it's pics or it didn't happen, right?

While I was taking the selfies, I suddenly heard a noise. Holy shit! This whole time, Matt had been in the dressing room waiting in another booth. The moment of truth had come. I could no longer hesitate! I had already gone too far for that. There was no turning back! So, I mustered all my courage and handed the machofucker my phone. I knew I couldn't do a simple catwalk, not again! That wouldn’t cut it this time. I had to increase the tease because I wanted the cocky player’s full attention! 

So, I started walking up and down the aisle as if it were a runway and I were a bikini model. On my way, I swayed my hips extra sexy and made my bodacious boobs jiggle extra wildly. Each time I returned to Matt, I turned around and waited for him to take some sexy photos. Like a pro, I shook my booty while keeping my legs straight. This gave my apple bottom a nice, round heart shape. Man, this shit looked hot as hell! Since I was going all in here, I remained in my bent-over position and wasn’t disappointed. The jackass gave me a savage slap to the ass that made my butt cheeks wiggle. That was my signal! Full of pride, I straightened up and walked another round.

“Gotta say, your performance, it’s just not up to par. Far from it, frankly!” Matt acted all professional as if this was an official performance review. 

Oh shit! That came out of the blue! It was totally absurd, but it didn't miss its effect. It made him look like my boss while I was the little employee. The power balance was clear, and it made me so much more flirtatious. Consequently, I deep-sixed my last restraints and followed his instructions real quick.

“But hey, Chesty! Don’t fret! Your ample assets have always bailed you out before, haven’t they?” The mean mofo let me hear his arrogance with his trademark chuckle. “I’m sure they ain’t gonna leave you high n dry this time.”

Oh fuck! This was so far from the truth it hurt! And yet, his jabs hit home. At the same time, they also excited me. No matter if I liked it or not, the disparagement made me horny. Nothing I could do against it! This was so weird! These feelings were completely new to me! And that’s why they fascinated me! I would have expected anything else from myself. 

Anyway, I responded accordingly. Pulling down the bikini top, I let my bomb-ass bouncers burst out. Once I started, I couldn't stop. And so, I began to pinch my nipples while putting on a flirty smile.

“I’m sorry! But as manager, I’ve got a lot of responsibility. I can’t allow your slip-ups to lead to an overall deterioration in performance. Now, that wouldn’t be fair to the other employees, would it?” Matt continued to belittle my performance.

Oh damn! The more he humiliated me, the more I wanted to show him the errors of his way! With every jab, I became more flirtatious and teasing. Believe it or not, but it got to the point that I was dead set on proving him wrong with my body.

“Maybe, a task that requires less talent is more suitable for your skillset, Goldilocks.” The phony poser added. “Modeling our collections for the customers might be a better field for you. Let’s continue to determine your suitability then.”

Oh shit! The insolence touched me to the quick! His arrogant tone made me become totally obedient and the result was obvious. In no time, I put on the next piece of swimwear. It was a tie-dye bikini in blue color with a trikini cut. I had chosen this style on purpose because it emphasized my tremendous titties. Plus, I had picked one size too small, so the fabric barely covered my big-ass bolsters. If I'm honest, it barely covered my nipples, so it looked pretty vulgar!

No matter what, I tried real hard to keep up my confident swagger. So, I stepped out of the booth and did a pirouette right in front of my skeevy supervisor. I let my juicy jigglers pop out of the top before making my way down the runway. On my catwalk, every step made my big boobs bounce like crazy. It was a hell of a sight! When I got back in front of the machofucker, I was determined to up the ante, so I pulled my thong to the side to show off my smooth-shaven snatch. Hard to believe, but Matt hadn't seen my pussy before. That's why I made a big show of it! Gyrating my hips, I pushed the fabric to the side, ever so slowly. It worked because the cocky player could hardly keep up snapping photos. What a rousing success!

And with that, it was time for the grand finale! Full disclosure, I had been waiting for this forever, so I was extra excited. I had picked out a special bikini and I was dead certain that this would be the trigger that would send Matt over the edge. This would drive him wild! Seeing the outfit, he’d have to grab me and take me! And then I had finally reached my goal! 

Accordingly, the third bikini was an extremely skimpy microkini in metallic gold, whose fabric was barely enough to cover my big-ass boobs. Truth be told, it was two sizes too small! And so, the fabric pretty much cut into my titty flesh, causing my titty meat to spill out of the top triangles. It looked like my fantastic funbags were about to burst the fabric at any moment. The rest of the microkini was just as tight. As a result, the thong completely disappeared between my ass cheeks, making it look like I was getting a wedgie. That was intentional, of course, as it made my pussylips slip out on both sides. Definitely an irresistible sight!

So, the moment of truth had come! I ran my final round and every step looked vulgar as hell. Since the metallic fabric barely hid anything, it would have been less conspicuous if I had run around naked. With my juicy buns eating the thong, I stopped at the end of the aisle. Bending over, I twerked for the arrogant asshat. I'm no professional dancer, but my cheerleading training came in real handy. I bet it could have made some guys cum in their pants! That’s how sexy it looked!

But Matt was too jaded for that. So, I finished my twerking and returned to him. Stepping in between his spread legs, I moved in close. I leant forward until my terrific titties hovered right in front of his face. My nipples were so stiff they almost poked through the metallic fabric. I was so ready! I was beyond excited! The machofucker could take me any way he wanted. No more hesitation! Come on, have at me, man!

“Oh, Chesty, your sales skills leave so much to be desired! I'm not sure your looks are enough to make up for it.” The jerkface seemed unimpressed. 

And yet, his tone became ruder, signaling the end of the fake performance review. We were getting down to the nitty gritty! And that was a good thing! It was about time to get to the juicy part of the action.

“You'd have to bring some serious sex skills to the table.” He added with a sneer. “Sorry, bitch! I ain’t sure you got what it takes!”

For fuck’s sake! That was uncalled for! I had just given him the best bikini show ever! I deserved a ton of praise, not his disparagement. The mean mofo had a pair of fantastic funbags up for grabs, and yet he showed no sign of seizing the occasion. As if he had his hands full fending off all the tits offered to him on the daily. This was ridiculous, and even more outrageous!

What else was I supposed to do? I was getting to my wits’ end! I wanted to grab the dirtbag’s shoulders and shake him awake. But I couldn’t do that! After all, he was still my boss. Instead, I wanted him to take action! I’m not proud of it, but I wanted him to overpower and control me! This wasn’t so hard to understand, was it? Frankly, I was so angry that I was on the verge of shoving my fleshpillows in his face to suffocate him. The jackass had it coming! Death by tits! What irony!

No matter what, his nonchalant attitude kept me from taking the initiative. I didn't want to pander like a washed-up gold-digger, and I didn’t want to impose like a cheap whore. I was a Perfect 10, the hottest piece of ass in this dump of a town. I wanted him to burst with desire, unable to restrain himself. I wanted him to pounce at me. Catch me tiger!

But the opposite happened! I was equally startled and scandalized when he pushed me off. Can you believe it? This cocky player pushed me away! I stumbled back. I needed a few steps to regain my balance. Now, it was his turn to play hard-to-get. I should have snorted in anger, but I was too astonished for that. So, I simply giggled at the absurdity. Damnit! This was turning into a habit! Slowly, the image of the dumb blonde was solidifying, wasn’t it? Oh shit! I wanted anything but that!

Anyway, I hardly had time to get upset because I had a top to catch. The arrogant asshat pulled out a shirt from behind his back and tossed it to me. Holding it in my hands, I looked at it with a frown because I had no idea what this was about. Here I was standing in a hot bikini and this douchebag wanted me to put on more clothes? That was weird! But then everything became clear to me, and my eyes widened in disbelief. It was a tight white shirt, so thin that it seemed almost transparent. But much more crucial was the print. In pink letters, it said ‘Tits 4 Brains’. No way! This couldn't be true! There was no chance in hell I’d ever wear a shirt like that. This was too silly! The dirtbag could forget about that! 

“Yo, bitch! You want me to test your fucking skills or not?” The jerkface asked, his voice sharper than usual.

“If the answer’s yes, you better put that shit on without batting an eye!” He demanded in no uncertain terms. “Be quick ‘bout it, bitch! I ain’t got all day.”

For fuck’s sake! That was unmistakable! It made me react immediately. Finally, the showoff tightened the reins! It wasn’t the reaction I expected, but it was the reaction I needed. Anything was better than the status quo! I was sick of waiting and tired of hanging in limbo. I knew how to handle a dick and wanted to prove it. I wasn't just a beautiful shell, I was a hot ride! And I was confident enough to know that I’d quickly win this machofucker over. This time, I’d get his cum, and faster than he thought. So, I did as I was told and pulled the top on. Oh man! It fit like a glove. It was at least a size too small, so the thin white fabric stretched so much it almost tore. But I barely noticed because I was otherwise occupied. Looking down at myself, I scoffed when I read the words 'Tits 4 Brain' across my breasts. 

Shortly after, however, my scoffing turned into moaning when I realized that the jerkface was taking pictures. But not just any selfies! He snapped photos of me in this inappropriate outfit. He was capturing this humiliating image for eternity! So, how did I react? I wiggled my hips and bounced my boobs to accentuate the white top. I also flashed a bright smile and giggled to boot. Oh god! What was I thinking? In retrospect, my response makes me want to puke. But at that moment, it felt natural. After all, everybody knows you need a nice smile for the perfect selfie. 

“All right, frattie! I'll show you what I've got. No prob!” I said, forcing myself to sound as confident as possible. “But your eyes will fall right outta your head. Period!” 

Of course, it was meant to sound provocative. But it ended up sounding gushy instead! I had become so psyched that I hyped my assets, to the point that I drew out the final words in an extra playful way. 

“But only if nobody gets to see me in this top, like ever. Swearsies!” I remained adamant despite my rising cheerfulness. “You’ll delete the pics when we’re done. Promise?”

“OK, Chesty! I’ll give you a chance. Show me what you got! Then we can talk ‘bout the pics.” Matt agreed after thoughtfully swaying his head back and forth. 

"But only if you convince with performance...” It was his turn to be adamant. “…n everybody knows that would be a first!”

“Otherwise, I’ll have you running ‘round the store flaunting that top to everyone." He added slyly. “That’s gonna be fun cuz everybody knows you dumb-ass bimbos fail when it counts most!”

Holy shit! His words made my blood run cold! But I guess I deserved that retort after my cheeky comment. Of course, the jackass knew exactly how to trigger me. Accordingly, my body twitched with indignation while my pussy throbbed with lust. He had earned a slap in the face! But to my own astonishment, I cheered and nodded in agreement.

“C’mon, cunt! Show me those lips can do more than babble bullshit.” Matt demanded. “I ain’t wanna hear no driveling, I wanna see you drooling!”

That took the cake! And I reacted on a whim. My hand shot up and I flipped him the bird. I didn’t even know why. I guess it was a bit of both: I needed to vent my anger, but I needed to do it in a teasing way. And this was the result. Oh crap!

“Hehehe! Perfect!” Matt remained surprisingly calm as he grinned at me. “Take that finger n fuck your suckhole with it. You ain’t done till your top is fucking soaked. Make that shit transparent, bitch!”

Holy moly! He couldn’t be serious, could he? One look at his stern face, however, told me that he was dead serious. Oh shit! I had flipped him off to show my contempt and anger. Now, he used my gesture to turn the tables and return the favor. He made me degrade myself for his delight and pleasure. This was savage! Then again, I had brought this on myself! I had let myself get carried away, which had resulted in a knee-jerk reaction. Now, I had to deal with the consequences although I had never intended to go that far. In truth, I had never done anything so nasty. 

"Or else… you’re gonna walk through the store like that. Your colleagues should be back soon. I'm sure they can't wait to see that nice, little top." The douchebag said with a shrug of his shoulders.

And that made me quake in my boots! The thought of walking the sales floor was wild and daring! So, it met all my personal criteria. Even though I was thirsty for more, I was still determined to keep this between the two of us. After all, it was a private matter! This was nobody else's business! To my embarrassment, though, I was still standing there giving my mean manager the middle finger. And now, I had to use it for something else entirely. This was ridiculous! And that’s why I tried to flirt my way out of this predicament.

“Oh, frattie, coming prematurely. What else to expect?” I taunted my skeevy supervisor. “I just wanted to use it for this.” I said extra teasingly.

Then I pressed my middle finger against my golden thong. Sliding it across my covered slit, I created a cute cameltoe. 

“But hey! Maybe, you’re not into pussies!” I said provocatively “Whatever! It’s too late now! So sad!”

Oh man, I tried! In the most flirtatious and teasing way, I tried to redirect the action. But the arrogant asshat didn’t go for it. His command persisted! I had to go from the one-finger salute to the one-finger choke. Damnit! I had to swallow a lump in my throat before I pushed my middle finger through my pouty mouth. I let it slide inside until it triggered my gag reflex. I panicked but kept my finger in place as I let out a volley of gags. 

“Yo, bitch! You know what they say? Tears or you ain’t trying!” Matt encouraged me in his own twisted way.

And it worked! Feeling caught, I giggled sheepishly because it reminded me of my mission. After all, I was here to impress! So, I pushed my finger back in and dug deep. Now, the gagging started in earnest. I literally belted out a song of retching and choking until tears were freely flowing down my cheeks. By then the salaciousness of the situation had captivated me. I was back on track to put the jackass in his place. So, I didn’t stop until my mouth was filled to the brim. Pursing my lips, I spat on my top and almost hit my nipple on the first try. When I saw wet stains forming on the top, I giggled cheerfully and jiggled my big-ass bouncers for full effect. It was absurd, but I was still happy about my success. 

And yet, my joy shouldn’t gloss over the truth. It looked dirty as hell and felt nasty as fuck! In short, it was gross and made me shudder. Despite the lewdness, it was only a drop in the bucket. The top was far from being soaked. So, I went back to work, sliding two fingers through my puckered lips and driving them right past my tonsils. Slowly and rhythmically, I fucked my throat until I gagged deep and guttural. The more I choked, the more I twitched, and the more Matt enjoyed the spectacle. That in turn made my pussy throb. What a vicious cycle! 

Even more vicious was the fact that I did all the work while the machofucker had all the control. It was like a one-two punch that had twice the effect! It pissed me off and spurred me on at the same time. As a result, I didn’t slow down but fucked my 'suckhole' real deep and extra hard. Just the way Matt liked it. I was literally busting my ass to degrade myself, and I kept pushing myself until my gagging became an endless staccato. The result was a barrage of slobber that covered the white fabric with wet stains. Ths was better, but still not enough! The top was far from soaked! This was getting frustrating! I was reaching my limits here! And yet, I wasn’t ready to wave the white flag! 

But I had to laugh at the irony! If I was going to fail, I at least wanted the white flag to be drenched in spit. First, however, I had to make a concession. I needed help to reach the next level! So, I made a fatal decision and approached Matt! In my highly aroused state, it made perfect sense! He was chilling on his chair as if he didn’t have a care in the world. So, he might as well contribute something for his entertainment, right? That’s why I leaned over his slumped body, bringing my face close to his.

"Dunno, but shouldn't a real man take it upon himself, you know, to test my fucking skills? For real!” I asked trying to sound as innocent as I could. 

“DIY! Do it yourself, right?” I added provocatively. “Or am I wrong? You’re not the right man for the job!”

For some reason, I felt the need to add an exclamation point to my statement. So, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, wiggling it invitingly. At the same time, I grabbed my titties and cupped them from below. Pushing my fleshpads forward, I basically served them up on a silver platter. More precisely, I held my bomb-ass bolsters under my chin like a meat tray, ready to catch the drool. 

Gawd! What a submissive gesture! Of course, the jerkface immediately took advantage of it. With a shit-eating grin on his face, he stuffed my mouth with two fingers. What a difference in approach! He wasn’t slow or gentle! He was rough and rude! Driving his fingers deep down my throat, he changed the angle with every thrust, making me gag harder than ever. As a result, drool poured out of my mouth in a torrent. The spit dangled off my chin in thick ribbons and dripped onto my top. At the same time, tears ran down my cheeks, smearing my mascara and turning my makeup into a clown’s mask. This was fucking gross! But it worked! I practically doused my white top with slobber. In no time, the fabric was soaked and transparent. 

"OK, bitch! Let's say you've qualified for the next round." Matt was finally satisfied with the state of my shirt. “But this was just the warm-up. Now, the real test begins.”

Oh wow! My heart leapt with joy and my pussy throbbed with pleasure. The jackass finally appreciated my qualities and gave me his full attention. I wanted more where that came from, much more!

---Tia takes a test---

I had made it through the warm-up, but Matt was far from done bossing me around. Obviously, he was having way too much fun ordering my silly little ass around, so he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

"But wait! You didn't pass on your own, Chesty. You only passed with help." The jerkface stifled my joy. 

Oh man! The arrogant asshat didn’t even begrudge me this little victory. I guess he didn’t want me to become too big for my britches, right? Oh jeez! The irony made me giggle once again! After all, I was the belle of the ball, and he was the college dropout. 

“You gonna run to the restroom n fix up your face? You got yourself messed up with that little task, dumb cunt.” My manager ordered in no uncertain terms. “Do that n then you wait for me in the storeroom. You better be in position, Goldilocks!”

Jesus! The message was clear, and I didn't even need to inquire. It was obvious that I had to keep the ‘Tits 4 Brains’ top on. Asking too many questions would only make me look stupid again and that was the last thing I needed right now. So, I nodded my head and turned around. Gawd! I had become so obedient so fast!

My heart was pounding, and my legs were wobbly. Walking out of the changing room, I was close to exploding with nervousness. So, I first stuck my head out of the curtain to make sure that no one saw me. Then I started running as fast as my heels would allow. I didn't see or hear anyone, so I rushed straight to the locker room. I can tell you I’ve never washed my face and applied makeup so quickly, but I couldn't wait to get to the storage room. I had no idea what was awaiting me there and I wouldn’t have it any other way. That was the thrill of it! The action had already been freaky as fuck and Matt's cock hadn't even come into play yet. 

In the storage room, I went straight to the back aisle. It was the safest space in the store because it was furthest away from the sales floor. So, the chance of not getting caught was greater than anywhere else. That was all I could do to prepare. There was only one thing left to do for me. Stripping off my clothes, I simply threw them on the floor. No time to be neat! I had more important things to worry about. After all, I wanted to make sure that the jerkface wouldn't leave me hanging again. That would be typical for him, wouldn’t it? 

This time, tough, I wouldn’t be able to bear another rejection. My sexual craving was too big! My lust was driving me crazy! I needed release! And I couldn’t wait until closing time. There was no other way to get my relief, so I adopted an extra submissive posture. Standing in the corner, I faced the metal shelf and bent over. It caused my terrific titties to dangle off my chest and bob along with my every breath. What a sexy sight! Reaching back, I put my hands on my butt. Just yesterday, I had painted my nails sizzling red, so they looked superhot. What a happy coincidence! Without hesitation, I spread my bomb-ass buns apart to show off my pretty pussy. If that wasn’t a salacious sight!

Of course, the jackass let me wait. Time was running out as the lunch break was coming to an end! With every passing second, my heart began to beat faster. I saw my release slipping away and my frustration reached a new peak. But then Matt came into the storeroom. At long last! Even from a distance, I could hear his footsteps. With each step, my excitement grew until I could barely remain standing. The cocky player came close, but he didn’t approach me. Instead, he leaned against the metal frame directly across from me. Once more, he acted extra chill and casual. Once again, it vexed me to no end!

And then I groaned out loud. Instead of making a move on me, the dirtbag took out a sandwich and began to eat it. Unbelievable, but true! He had a blonde bombshell standing naked in front of him. She was spreading her pussy invitingly. She was desperately waiting for him to take her and bang her hard. And what did he do? Eat a fucking sandwich! I was so enraged! I wanted to knock the sandwich out of his hand and shove it in his mouth to make him choke on it. But of course, I didn't do that! Instead, I held my position, no matter how exposed and defenseless it was. With every second I waited, I got hornier. By then I was pretty sure that my pussy was dripping, and cunt juice was running down my inner thighs. I needed a banging! And I needed it bad!

“Yo, Chesty!” Matt finally raised his voice. “I know my instructions can be complex, but I told you more than once.”

“How many times I need to repeat myself, Goldilocks? Don’t put different colored clothes next to each other.” He actually started criticizing me for my work. “On my floor, there’s gotta be a smooth color change.” 

Oh fuck! I grunted as he began to talk about work. He stalled the action and delayed my release! This couldn't be true! I wanted to scream at him to fuck my brains out! Do what you want with me, but stuff me with your hard cock, you fucking bastard! But of course, I didn't do that either. I was in no position to make claims. Once again, this was an unfamiliar situation for me. Normally, I was the queen bee making demands and not the other way around.

“Of course, we can’t all be quick studies, I give you that, Chesty!” Matt scolded me for my poor work. “But the mistakes keep piling up, little dummy. We gotta find a better way for you to learn.” 

Holy shit! I couldn’t help but grunt when I heard the new nickname. This was outrageous! But it was also on point! The jabs were so blunt that it took my breath away. Every nasty pun made me quiver, which caused my big boobs to bounce and my sexy ass to wiggle. In response, I dug my red nails deeper into my buns and spread my butt cheeks further apart. I could feel my pussylips. They were insanely swollen and extremely wet. Jesus! I was leaking all over the place! 

“Tell me, Goldilocks, how many colors did you stack incorrectly?” My mean manager mocked me.

“It was six colors… prolly. I mean eight… maybe.” My voice sounded so small when I replied.

And that wasn’t all! I also felt small! The more desperate I became, the more submissive I felt. I even started to stammer, which made me sound even more stupid. Damnit! Another vicious circle that fanned the flames in my pussy! I was so needy that it felt like ages until Matt had finally finished his sandwich. So, I breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped over to me. I couldn’t have endured much longer. 

Without further ado, Matt’s hand slid between my spread ass cheeks. He let his index finger glide over my wet slit. When he pressed his digit against my clit, I instantly moaned out loud. My legs were shaking! I could barely keep myself on my feet! So, I responded in the only way that came to my mind. I spread my buns even wider! I wanted the cocky player to see my pussy glisten invitingly. Fortunately, the jackass was gracious enough to accept the invitation and drove his index finger straight up my pussy. Finally! His finger slid into me all-too easily. There was hardly any resistance! My cunt was far too soaked for that. 

And that was a good thing, because Matt drove his finger in and out of me right away. He treated my sopping snatch the same way he had treated my throat before. He wasn’t slow or gentle! He was rough and rude! Once again, he made it clear that he was in control. And in response, my moans got louder as my legs got weaker. To my delight, the jerkface didn't finger around clumsily like an inexperienced boy. He was precise in his movements and pressed his thumb against my clit whenever his index finger was deepest in my pussy. 

“C’mon, Goldilocks! Count with me!” He exclaimed. “We wanna know! How many strokes does it take for a greedy gash to cum?”

“Under ten ain’t no option, bitch!” He warned me. “I ain’t got no need for a washed-up whore.”

Oh my god! My breath caught in my throat when I heard the comparison! What a dickish thing to say! I wanted to go for his jugular, but I was too flustered. And for good reason! I was so turned on I had no idea how fast I was going to cum. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't take much. So, ten sounded like a lot. The impudence of making me count did the rest. I groaned and almost came on the spot. 

Damnit! One thrust down and I already had to pull myself together! After the third thrust, I could barely keep up the count. My words were little more than a murmur drowned out by my moans. After the sixth thrust, my knees buckled, and I fell to all fours. The floor was dirty and dusty, but I hardly noticed. All my perception was focused on my innermost spot. So, I giggled happily and shook my ass seductively. I cared for one thing only. I needed the fingers back in my hotbox. 

Thanks heaven, the mean mofo granted my wish. I felt like Christmas had come early as I let out the most guttural grunt ever. Matt’s fingers slipped into my soaking snatch with ease, making smacking sounds just as loud as my groans. Apparently, the cocky player liked my shameless self because he kept fingerbanging away. As I remained kneeling on the concrete floor, my words got lost between my moans. In the end, I couldn't even bring the number eleven past my lips. But thankfully, the machofucker stopped. I couldn’t believe it, but I had endured more than ten thrusts, if only by a hair's breadth. 

“Oh, Chesty! I see you couldn’t handle the stress… again!” Matt wasn’t satisfied with my performance. “But don’t fret! Not everyone’s cut out for multitasking. I think I got something better to do for your mouth anyway.”

Oh sheesh! Another round of jabs! But whatever! The insults didn’t infuriate me anymore. Quite the contrary! Each punchline made me feel more cheerful and caused my pussy to throb harder. Embracing the nasty puns, I giggled along, even though I still disliked the fact that it made me sound like a dumb bimbo. 

But then I stopped giggling. Matt had walked away! No kidding! He let go of my body and headed to the opposite side of the aisle. Sitting down on an old, worn-out swivel chair, he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a clear gesture, so I took it as an invitation. Turning around, I started to stand up. But not so fast! Of course, the mean mofo had to put a spoke in my wheel. As soon as I lifted my hands from the floor, he shook his head. My manager didn’t want me to get up. He wanted me on the ground, nice and submissive. What a display of power! And yet, I didn’t bat an eyelash. I would have been disappointed if he had acted any other way. So, I got back on all fours and crawled over to the chair where Matt was sitting ultra-relaxed and in a total manspread. It looked obnoxious as fuck, but that didn’t stop me. Instead, I crawled right between his legs and squatted down.

With my arousal at an all-time high, I couldn’t wait any longer. So, I wrapped my fingers around his beef-o-meter. I shuddered when I remembered the nickname but proceeded to massage his stiff shaft anyway. After a few moments, Matt put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward. He was taking control! Without much effort, he guided my lips to the tip of his dick. At this point, I was so nervous that it showed. It was one thing to deepthroat a pair of fingers, but a real cock was a whole different ball game. Even though I was a bout of nerves, I offered no resistance. Instead, I dutifully opened my mouth when the machofucker shoved his rigid rod through my lips.

But then he stopped! Letting go of my hair, he leaned back and relaxed. Once again, the jerkface let me do all the work. What a bummer! I wanted to feel his firm grip that tolerated no dissent. I wanted to feel his power that made me obey. I wanted to feel his dominance that pushed my boundaries. Instead, I had to take over the task! What a raw deal! Despite my displeasure, I didn't hesitate. I was driven by the idea of coaxing the cocky player to take the power back. And I figured the best way to get there was to tease him until he couldn't take it anymore. So, I went straight for the kill! Pushing my head forward, I practically rammed his machomeat down my throat. Rash but necessary!

And that’s when I started sliding my lips up and down on his cock. I totally fucked my face with his broner! Every time the tip of his dick hit my tonsils, I had to gag. But I didn't let that stop me. Somehow, I think the uvula and clitoris are wired together. Whenever my gag reflex gets triggered, my clit throbs. Maybe that's why the uvula is also called the ‘throat clit’. Anyway, it was a massive turn-on! The gagging sounded dirty as hell but also looked slutty as fuck. What a nasty combination! 

Actually, it was more than a turn-on, it was also an incentive. The deeper I swallowed Matt’s machomeat, the more I could feel him twitch. I gave my mouth a vigorous workout while the jackass sat back and enjoyed the show. What a lazy slacker! I would have been annoyed if I hadn't been so damn busy. Anyway, I kept going until my mascara was running all over my cheeks again. For fuck’s sake! I could have saved myself the trouble of reapplying my makeup!

“Good job, Goldilocks!” Matt finally praised my efforts. “See, that’s what you’re good at!”

This was music to my ears! It felt so good that I let his cock pop out of my mouth and gave him a thousand-watt smile. But my happy face didn't last too long. Instead, the mean mofo grabbed me by the hair and impaled my mouth back on his cock. The message was clear! I wasn’t here for smiles and giggles, I was here to do the work. Of course, I didn’t resist because I was glad that the man exercised his dominance! But once again, it was over far too soon. This shit was starting to piss me off! Once my face was properly stuffed again, Matt leaned back. He even clasped his hands behind his head in total relaxation. What an obnoxious gesture! Seeing it, my chest quivered with rage! 

And yet, I sucked with more enthusiasm than ever. Ramming my face onto his rod, I forced his shaft deeper with each thrust. I didn't stop until a gush of drool poured out of the corner of my mouth. And then the machofucker was back, grabbing my head! Adrenaline rushed through my body as I felt a sense of victory! I had done it! I had made my manager pounce! Of course, he seized the exact moment when his cock was deep down my throat. Putting his hand on the back of my head, he held me in place, not letting me escape. The tip of his dick blocked my throat so I couldn't breathe. Damnit! This was uncomfortable! And yet, it felt like doing a victory lap! That’s why I strained myself to hold the position, but all too soon my arms were flailing wild as fuck. Even though I thrashed about, I didn't put my hands back on Matt's thighs. I was in no position to push off! The man was in charge! He decided when the right time had come. So, I kept going until I was almost hoarse from the choking. 

“You look so pretty like that, Chesty!” Matt complimented me when he finally pulled me up.

So, I giggled happily in between gasps for air. In reality, I must have looked pretty disheveled, because drool stuck to my chin and mascara covered my cheeks. But whatever pleased the man was fine with me! I was busy basking in my manager’s praise anyway. But then the cocky player patted me on the head. Gawd! It was the most pretentious gesture ever, but it still increased my joy! I felt so submissive and so appreciated at the same time. That’s why I parted my lips and held my mouth open to show that I was ready for the next round, whatever that might be. 

And it worked! Taking charge, the dirtbag grabbed my blond hair and turned me around. I was only too happy to follow his lead, getting down on the filthy floor. On my hands and knees, I couldn't help but wiggle my apple bottom as enticingly as possible. To be honest, I tried to present my pussy in the most inviting way to guide him there. After all, that was exactly where I wanted to feel his rigid rod. But the mean mofo wasn’t done toying with me. He made me wait again! So, I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit until I was moaning like a shameless slut.

Only then did the jerkface rise from his chair. As he walked over to me, I stopped working my pussy and spread my ass cheeks to show him that I was ready. But first, he inspected my soaked snatch as if to check if my hotbox was up to his standards. Jesus! I was dizzy with lust when it finally happened! Matt was the opposite of gentle as he mounted me like a pony. Standing over my ass, he split my pussy from above. Dropping his rigid rod, he impaled my twat. My pussy was so wet that it offered no resistance and his stiff shaft slipped in balls deep. My mean manager began to fuck me with long, hard strokes, practically steamrolling my dripping cunt. 

But that was just the beginning. Picking up the pace, Matt started the real pounding. While his strokes accelerated to rapid fire, he maintained the force of his thrusts. Hard and fast, he rode me like a filthy filly. I hate to say it, but he was a real stud who knew how to fuck! My big boobs bounced as the cocky player hammered his dominance into my cunt. And he succeeded! My thoughts shut down as I surrendered to my pleasure. I focused entirely on Matt’s dick and the joy it provided. I guess you could say I was dickdazed. And suddenly, I stopped moaning. My whole body tensed, even my toes curled. The next moment, a huge shudder surged through me, and I trembled harder than ever. The orgasm overwhelmed me! My arms gave way and my terrific titties landed on the filthy floor. But I didn’t mind because the ecstasy was epic!

Of course, my feelings didn’t interest the machofucker! Quite the opposite! While I was busy cumming, he grabbed my blond hair and pulled me to my feet. I could barely stand, but Matt was relentless. Suddenly, he was neither chill nor lazy. Putting his hand on my back, he bent me forward until my bodacious boobs dangled off my chest and jiggled invitingly. When he rammed his cock deep into my pussy, I was literally on the ropes. My body rocked back and forth as my bomb-ass bolsters bounced wild as fuck. I couldn't do much more than cling to my knees and take the pounding. I was completely at my manager’s mercy. 

But then Matt let go of my hips. Reaching forward, he grabbed my nipples and pinched them. The unexpected pain shocked my system. It hurt but it also triggered a new wave of pleasure. Hard to believe, but another orgasm exploded in my loins! I began to shake so hard that I lost my grip and fell forward! I was about to plummet and take a nosedive! Only at the very last second did I manage to hold on to my ankles. Otherwise, I would have landed face down on the ground. That would have been humiliating! 

Then again, the shock prolonged my climax. And of course, the jerkface noticed my reaction, so he started slapping my ass every time he hammered his rigid rod inside me. I wasn't used to getting slapped on the butt! So how did I react? I wiggled my ass invitingly, practically encouraging the machofucker to give me more. This escalated quickly! 

“Ooohhh jeez!... Ooohhh christ!... Oh oh oh!” I moaned incoherently.

And then I screamed out loud. The next slap pushed me over the edge. I lost the grip on my ankles and tumbled down. First, my knees landed on the concrete, then my big boobs hit the filthy floor. The moment I landed, my body quivered and quaked harder than ever. I was kneeling in the storage room with my face on the floor and my butt in the air as another orgasm crashed down on me. Can you believe it? I had multiple orgasms! One climax followed the next until I lost count. This was beyond belief!

But my plunge had another effect! Matt's machomeat slipped out of my wet cunt. He reacted by grabbing his raging rod and jerking it several times. Aiming at my towering ass, his first cumshot splattered right onto my pussylips. The second jizz jet landed across my ass cheeks. The rest of his ball batter splattered all over my ass cheeks until my buns looked like two glazed donuts.

“You’re a remarkable piece of ass, Goldilocks!” My floor manager praised me while panting heavily.

“You’re remarkable, too!” I giggled enthusiastically in response. “You give me a few moments before I’m back on the floor? Please?”

And that was the end of the matter for Matt. As soon as he had emptied his balls, he was done with the compliments. Fun time was over and my skeevy supervisor went back to being a nasty piece of work. In the blink of an eye, he got dressed and made a run for it. He didn't even dignify me with a single glance. He had taken me, fucked me, and now he threw me away like a used-up cumrag. You could say the stallion had ridden his pony hard and put it away wet. 

Holy shit! His behavior was as sexist as it was pretentious. Just thinking about it made me horny again, even though the guy had just worn me out and made me cum a ton. I hate to say it, but that was the most intense experience I had ever had. There had been nothing sophisticated about it. Instead, it had been blunt as hell Right in-your-face and no-holds-barred, that was Matt’s style. The machofucker had practically taken a sledgehammer and pounded a revelation into me. Even though I was still dickdazed and confused, I knew one thing with certainty. I wanted more! The prick-teasing, the daring situation, the exhibitionism, the arrogant attitude, the sexist treatment. All of it had triggered an insane adrenaline rush and I was hooked for more. 

---Tia makes a stand---

Everything could have been great, but it wasn't that easy, because something else came up! A few days later, Holly and I were driving home when my bestie became unusually quiet. She actually appeared real nervous. Then it suddenly burst out of here and it took my breath away.

“What the hell was that? What were you doing?” She was totally upset.

“Damn Tia, you’re betraying everything we believe in. You spit on everything we’ve fought for.” She raged, which was totally out of character for her. “That wasn’t the sis I know n love!”

To my astonishment, she told me that she had witnessed the scene in the storeroom. I was perplexed! Why had she watched if she didn't like what she saw? And why was she angry about the whole thing? It was my business! I decided what I did with whom, and I didn’t have to ask anybody for permission. Besides, it was water under the bridge!

But unlike me, Holly wasn't done with it! I was speechless when she showed me that she had taken pictures of the sex scene in the storeroom. I couldn’t believe it! What the fuck was she thinking? My patience was at an end. She needed to mind her own business and quick! We may have been best friends, but we still had to respect each other’s boundaries. And she had clearly overstepped! We were only responsible for ourselves. We didn't judge each other, and we didn't dictate each other's lives. Period!

“C’mon, girl! You were never supposed to see that.” I was truly incensed. 

“Besides, were you spying on me? The fuck? That’s so not you!” I clapped back at her. “What about keeping an open mind? Since when you’re a fucking prude?”

Now, it was Holly’s turn to be surprised. She hadn’t expected my angry reaction. But what did she expect? Frankly, she couldn't understand what I was going through because she couldn't put herself in my shoes. But she didn’t really try! It looked like she didn’t really want to empathize with me. She had her own moral code, and she wasn’t willing to change it, at least not yet. 

“I can’t explain it but it’s an insane rush, like a fucking adrenaline shot to the heart. Only, it’s an ecstatic jolt in my clit!” I told her.

“You know, when he gets like that, it literally switches off my mind, so there’s only feels. It’s intense as fuck!” I smiled at the very memory. “It’s also relaxing as hell! Just feeling, no thinking! Just pleasure, no problems!”

I tried my best to explain the situation to Holly. But I don’t think she really understood what I was feeling. So, I changed my approach and assured her that it didn't mean a thing. Nothing was about to change, neither in our friendship nor at work.

“Don’t believe for a sec that I’m gonna turn into a bimbo blondie. As if!” I tried to appease her. “It was just a distraction! You gotta admit there’s not much diversion in this boring-ass town.”

“I hear you, bae! It was just a secret hookup. Nothing else!” I tried to convince her to let me do my own thing without interfering. “Besides, it only happened twice.”

“Believe me! I so don’t plan on it ever happening again. No fucking way!” I added emphatically. “It’s nothing serious, not even a situationship! For real!”

As you see, I denied that it had affected me in any way. Deep down, however, I knew that was far from true. Over the course of the action, I had gone from confident prick-tease to gushy girl and ended up a submissive slut. I had never expected that of myself, and I still couldn’t explain it. But I was damn sure determined to find out.

“Anyhow, it was a sick stress relief! For a moment, it was fire! For sure!” I got all gushy again.

“You’re just jealous you don’t get any sexy action yourself.” I finally became defiant when Holly showed no understanding. “You’ll see, I’ll be as independent as ever! No way, I’m gonna let a fratbro tell me what to do! And I won’t let you patronize me, either. I make my own decisions. Period!” 

And that was the end of the discussion for me. We both had our plans for this semester, and they seemed to differ. No big deal! I accepted her goals, so Holly should respect mine. That's what you do in a friendship, you support each other, no matter what. Nevertheless, Holly didn't seem convinced even though she didn't probe any further. So, we were silent for the rest of the drive home. 

Whatever! I didn’t have time to worry about my friend anyway. Matt’s macho manners kept preying on my mind. And so, I caught myself thinking about the next wild and daring sexperience. In any case, the genie was out of the bottle and there was no putting it back in. I wanted more! I wanted to live it up and experience it all – as freaky and kinky as it gets. This was just the beginning!

Nuff said! Stay classy, folks! And thanks for the likes! Your friendly neighborhood breastie.

*to be continued*

*Chapter 02: Tia makes a bucket list based on her stockroom romp.