Fantasy League
Week 9 — Brittany @ Marci
“Hello, Marci.”
Marci looked at the man who’d come into her department. It took her a second to recognize the man but then she did. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked even as she exaggerated the word “help.”
“I see you recognize me,” the man said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I recognize you but then it would be kind of hard not to recognize you.”
“Yeah and why is that?”
“I think you know why that is,” Marci said. “I think you know what we talked about.”
“Hmm yes, your butt does look bigger now.”
“It’s not just bigger. It’s fuller and rounder and Guys just can’t seem to keep from staring at it.”
“You did say you wanted a bubble butt.”
“Yeah, but not like this.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I told you. Guys can’t seem to stop wanting to stare at my butt and then after they’ve started to look at try butt, pretty soon they want to hold it, and from there, it’s not that far away from them wanting to fuck it.”
“Ah, I think I see then. You don’t want guys fucking your butt.”
Marci hesitated. She didn’t have to tell this guy Blake anything, she told herself but somehow, she felt compelled to tell him the truth. “It’s not that,” she said finally.
“What is it then?”
Marci hesitated again before she answered. “It’s not that,” she said again. “It’s that ... It’s that I’m starting to think ... It’s that I’m afraid I’m starting to like it.”
“You’re starting to like it?”
“I love my bubble butt but I think I’m starting to like having guys fuck me in the butt.”
“So you want me to take it back then?”
“Take it back? Take what back?”
“The bubble butt? You want me to take it back?”
“What? No! I like my butt now.”
“Well the only way to keep it is to give it away.”
“Give what away?”
“Your bubble butt. If you want to keep it, you have to give it away.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will. You’ll meet someone. Share your fantasy with her and she’ll learn to love what you love but if you fail to share your fantasy with her, your bottom will suffer the consequences.”
Marci cocked her head as she listened to the store’s public address system and when she was sure it wasn’t for her, she once more returned her attention to the man. “I don’t—what the fuck! Where the hell did he go?”
It was the next day and Marci was still thinking about what the man had told her as she was folding clothes at one of the tables in the store. Share her fantasy. What the hell did that mean? Was she supposed to tell some other woman what it felt like to have a nice, big bubble butt? Was that what she was supposed to do?
Well yeah, if that was what she was supposed to do, yeah she could do that but who the hell was she supposed to tell? She hoped she wasn’t supposed to take the store’s public address system and tell everyone to look at her. I used to have a scrawny, little butt that wasn’t worth anything but now look at me. I have a big, bodacious bubble butt and I just love running my hands over my ass because I’ve never had a butt like this before. Was that what she supposed to do because if it was, Marci knew she wasn’t going to do it.
It didn’t feel like he’d meant that she had to be that public. He’d said some-one. That seemed to imply just one person and that’s when Marci had another thought what if he meant she was supposed to show her butt to another girl. There was no way she was going to do that. As proud as she might have been of her new bottom, she wasn’t into girls like that so if that’s what the guy had meant well then that just wasn’t going to happen.
“Pardon me, Miss.”
Marci looked up at the middle-aged woman standing before her. “Yes, ma’am. How can I help?”
“I was looking for a bra for my daughter. She says she doesn’t need one but its time.”
“Sure. We can help with that. How old is your daughter?”
“She’s twelve.”
“Do you have her measurements?”
“I sure do,” the woman said proudly. “It was like pulling teeth to get them but I got them.”
“Well first, let me tell you, it would be easier if she was here—”
“That’s not going to happen. She’s still trying to say he doesn’t need one.”
“That’s okay. I can show you what we have and you can decide where to go from there.”
“That would be great.”
It wasn’t long before the woman left the store as yet another satisfied customer and Marci could only hope the same would be true of the daughter when her mother came home with her new purchase.
It wasn’t long after that that another woman came up to her. “Ah, Marci,” the woman said. “Just the girl I was looking for.”
Mrs. Wiggins was her boss. “Yes, ma’am,” Marci said.
“We just got a new shipment in the back. I was wondering if you could take care of that and get them ready for going out on the floor.”
“Sure thing, Karen.”
“Good. I knew I could count on you.”
It wasn’t long before Marci had gotten the boxes opened and their contents sorted out. The first order of business was to make sure that the contents matched what had been ordered. That having been done, she looked everything over to make sure that the quality was acceptable, and with that having been done, she set out to get the items ready for display.
There was one item that she couldn’t help but notice.
It was a black thong and Marci couldn’t help but wonder what that would look like on her. Her bubble butt would be hanging out of it, of course, but then that was the whole point. She was dying to try it on but in the end, she held herself back.
Still, she couldn’t help but wonder ...
It was the next day and Marci had pretty much completely forgotten about the strange man and his talk of her having to pass it on. It was crazy talk after all and he’d just sort of gotten to her with what he’d been saying but when you came right down to it, it was still crazy talk.
That’s when the blond approached her.
The blond appeared to be a little bit older than her but still in her twenties for sure. She was well dressed and well coifed and you didn’t have to be a sales professional to recognize that the clothes the girl was wearing were top of the line. She’d been on her way across the floor when the blond came up to her.
“I, um, I’m looking for something,” the blond announced.
“Yes, ma’am. I’d be glad to help you with that. What are you looking for?”
The stylishly put together woman hesitated.
“Ma’am?” Marci asked again.
The blond bit her lip. “I’m, uh, I’m looking for something that would make me look trashy.”
“Ma’am? Trashy? I don’t understand.”
“I want to look like a whore.”
Marci thought she understood. “Oh I get it,” she said. “You’re going to a costume party, right, and you want to dress up like a whore, right?”
The stylishly put together woman nodded as if in relief that she was finally being understood. “That’s right,” she said. “It’s a dress up ...”
She stopped herself as Marci waited.
“No, that’s wrong,” she blurted out. “It’s because I am a whore and maybe if you bothered to put your mind to it, maybe you could be one, too.”
“What?” a shocked Marci asked.
It was only then that the blond seemed to realize what it was she’d just said. “Oh my God,” she said and with that, she turned and raced from the store leaving Marci to wonder just what the heck had been going on.
What the hell had been the matter with her, Brittany thought when she’d finally made it out of the store. She wasn’t a whore.
Well yes, actually, she was, she told herself but it wasn’t like she wanted to let just anyone know that so why had she done that?
It was the girl, she thought. It was the salesgirl and yet even that wasn’t quite right, Brittany thought. No, it wasn’t just the girl. It was the girl’s butt.
Fuck yeah. That was it. There really was nothing wrong with her ass, Brittany tried to tell herself. Okay maybe if she had a little more junk in her trunk.
Junk in her trunk, the young executive’s wife thought. That was her alter ego talking.
No, that was her talking. That was the real her coming up to the surface once again. God, she loved being a whore. She loved strutting her stuff for guys and she loved it when they paid HER for sex. Not some other candy-assed girl but her. God, she loved that.
But still, the girl in that store. If she had a butt like that girl’s ...
Mmm yeah. She wouldn’t even have to wear any underwear with that. Wouldn’t want to either. You’d just wrap that ass in a leopard skin print and then you’d strut your ass off in front of the guys. The message would be clear enough. Yeah, you see this? You want this? Well, you can have this, Baby, just so long as you’re willing to pay for this.
Fuck yeah. If she had an ass like that one, she’d be working the hell out of her ass.
The blond had to have been playing with her, Marci thought. That had to be it because there was no way that woman was a whore. She just had too much class for that.
But if she had too much class for that then why had she said what she’d said.
Now that, Marci thought, that was a very good question.
If there was one thing that would remove the bad taste of what she’d done that afternoon, it was to go out and do her job and that’s exactly where Brittany was. She was out on the street looking for guys who would like to buy her ass.
And speaking of guys who wanted to buy her ass, she thought she recognized a car coming down the street. You got so you could recognize your regulars and this one had bought her ass before and she was sure he soon would again.
She sauntered up to the car as it pulled to the curb and then she was leaning in the window so he could get a nice look at her tits. “Hey, Babe,” she cooed. “You lookin’ for a little action?”
The man’s name was Dave and Dave swallowed hard before he nodded.
“Oh, Babe. That’s so good. I was hoping you’d come by.”
“Um, um,” the man stammered.
“What is it, Babe?”
“I, uh, I was wondering ... I was wondering if maybe you could introduce me to your friend.”
“To my friend? To what friend?”
“I think he means me.”
Brittany turned to look at the woman who’d come up behind her. She’d seen the girl before. Her name was Darla or something like that but as far as Brittany was concerned, the girl was hardly any sort of competition for her, but now here she was trying to get in on her action.
“I think he means me,” Darla said again.
Brittany didn’t really want to admit it but even she knew the girl was right. Dave wasn’t just looking at Darla. What he was looking at was Darla’s butt.
No way!
And yet that’s what was happening and now Darla was homing in on her action. “Did you want to see me?” Darla asked.
“Um ... yeah.”
“Do you want to maybe go somewhere?”
“Yeah sure.”
Darla was already climbing into Dave’s car when she looked back back at Brittany. “Why don’t you run along now,” she said. “As you can tell, no one around here needs you now.”
Marci couldn’t seem to get Brittany out of her mind. She wasn’t sure what it was about the girl but something about her was sticking with her and she didn’t seem to be able to let it go.
Maybe it was the way the blond had said it. It wasn’t like she was embarrassed by the fact. She’d just come right out and said it. “I’m a whore,” she’d said. Just like that. Just so matter of factly.
Of course that wasn’t all she’d said. She’d seemed to imply that maybe Marci should be one, too. Okay, maybe it was more than that. Maybe she’d pretty much been telling her that that was what she should be doing.
Fuck, the salesgirl thought. She wondered how much money the blond made. She certainly looked like she wasn’t hurting for money. Could you really make that much money, she wondered.
Maybe you could. Maybe if you were some high class escort or something like that. Maybe you could.
Yeah but that wasn’t what she’d said she was. She’d said she was a whore and the clothes she was looking to buy, those certainly were trashy looking and they certainly didn’t look like the clothes that an escort would wear.
The blond had to have been playing with her, Marci told herself. She just had to have been.
Yeah, but what if she was a hooker. Did she work the streets at night? What was that like?
Aargh! No ifs ands or buts, she told herself. She wasn’t going to think about the blond anymore.
The next morning, Brittany woke up feeling anxious and she knew why she was anxious. It was everything that had happened between her and Darla. Leroy had seen it and Leroy hadn’t been at all happy about it. All he’d had to do was to motion for Brittany to follow him and Brittany had done exactly what he’d wanted her to do.
Her pimp had taken her into an alley. “What the fuck just happened there?” he snarled.
“What?”
“Don’t go trying to play innocent with me, girl. You know what I’m talking about. You let that bitch come in and take your customer from you. How come you did that?”
Brittany just shrugged.
“Don’t you shrug your shoulders at me, bitch. I want an answer.”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know. You don’t fucking know. Well, I guess that’s an answer but it’s a pretty fucking poor one. How the fuck would you like it if someone took something from you.”
“I wouldn’t,” Brittany said meekly.
“What’s that?”
“I said I wouldn’t.”
“And yet you just let someone take something from you and that means you let someone take something from me. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Bad.”
“Yeah that’s right. Bad. Turn your ass around and put your hands up against the wall.”
Brittany had turned and just as she’d been told to do, she put her hands up against the wall in front of her and it wasn’t long before she felt her pimp come up behind her.
“I’ll show you what it’s like when someone takes something from you.”
That’s when Leroy lifted up her skirt and moments later, he was plowing his cock into her wanton pussy and he was fucking her over and over again. He was careful though not to cum inside her. Teaching her a lesson was a worthwhile thing but damaging the merchandise by getting her pregnant did no one any good so he pulled ou at the last moment and he shot his load all over her scrawny butt.
That was what had happened the night before and now here she was back in her old bed beside her still sleeping husband wondering just when she’d be working the streets again.
What the hell was she doing back here, Brittany asked herself. This was where just the day before, she’d come out and made a total ass of herself. She still couldn’t believe it in fact. She couldn’t believe that she’d come right out and told the salesgirl that she was a whore.
She was thinking about that salesgirl again, the one with the really nice butt.
Stop it, she told herself.
But she knew there was a part of her that didn’t want to stop it. She knew there was a part of her that wanted to keep right on thinking about the salesgirl.
“Can I help you?”
Brittany turned and oh my God. There she was. The bubble butt salesgirl. Oh my God.
Say nothing, Marci kept telling herself. She’d seen the blond almost from the moment that the blond had entered her department and she knew instantaneously that she had to be the one who was going to help her but now tat she was here, now that she’d asked the blond if she could help, nw was the time to stay quiet. Now was the time to let the blond talk first.
“I’m, um, I’m looking for something.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
What she wanted was something that was going to make her ass look bigger. What she wanted was something that was going to make her ass look more like what the salesgirl was showing off. That was what she wanted. “I want something stretchy,” she said. “I want something to make my ass look bigger.”
Wait a minute. Why had she said that?
“You want what?” the startled salesgirl asked.
Brittany had every intent to correct what she’d just said but when she opened her mouth, what came out instead was, “I want something to make my butt look bigger.”
Damn, Marci thought. Could it be? Could this woman actually know that that had been her fantasy, that she’d wished she’d had a more substantial bottom and that now after wishing for it, now she finally had what she wanted. But if she did know, how did she know? How could she know?
The answer of course was that she couldn’t know but still that didn’t mean that she couldn’t help this woman. “Sure,” she said. “I think I can help you.”
It was some time later and Brittany and the salesgirl had amassed a set of tights that was both sheer and stretchy and seemed designed to make its wearer look as slutty as possible.
“Would you like to try those on?” Marci asked.
“Yes, I would.”
“Follow me then.”
Marci led Brittany to a row of dressing rooms. “You can try those on in here.”
What the hell was she doing here, Brittany wondered. She looked at the first pair of tights that she’d brought into the dressing room with her. It surely would show her body off which was what it was supposed to do but she had to admit that it would look even better on the salesgirl with her bubble butt.
Brittany growled in frustration. Again with the salesgirl and again with her butt. What the heck was it about that girl?
“Hey,” she called out from inside the dressing room.
“Yes,” Marci said.
“Could you help me?”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“Could you come here?”
Marci hesitated for a moment and then she was stepping behind the curtain and into the dressing room. “Yes?”
“I like these,” Brittany said even as she held up a pair of purple tights, “but as much as I like them, I think they’d look even better on someone else.”
“Ma’am?”
Without even giving another thought to what she was doing, Brittany reached out and she grabbed a handful of Marci’s bottom. “I think these would look a whole lot better here, don’t you?”
Marci was shocked, of course, but even so, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but preen at the implied compliment. The woman was right, of course, but she wasn’t supposed to say that. She wasn’t supposed to tell the customers that she had a better butt than they did even if that was the truth.
It was time, Brittany told herself. It was time to get herself ready for yet another night of selling her body on the street.
After what she’d done to the poor salesgirl, Brittany had felt obliged to buy all of the tights and fishnets that she’d been looking at. It wasn’t that bad a deal, Brittany thought and even if she was sure that the salesgirl with the hot bottom could rock her new purchases better than she could, she was sure she could make her purchases pay for themselves in no time at all.
Actually, Brittany thought as she pulled one of her new purchases up her legs, actually, they really weren’t all that bad. It was almost ... it was almost as if her butt really was bigger than it had been before.
Of course that couldn’t be, Brittany told herself but as she ran her hands over her bottom, it really did seem as if her bottom was fuller and juicier and just the sort of bottom that a guy might like to see as she bounced her pussy up and down on some guy’s cock.
Stop it, she told herself. You’re just making fun of yourself.
Well maybe she was, she had to admit but even if she was, it really did seem as if her bottom was bigger now.
Confidence really was a big part of what she did. Anyone could go outside and stand on a corner but if you really wanted guys to buy what you were selling, you had to have the attitude that a guy would be crazy not to buy it so it didn’t really matter if her bottom really was bigger or not. All that really mattered was that she thought her bottom was bigger.
Yeah, she told herself. She was going to have one helluva night.
Marci came into the break room and she groaned inwardly as she saw Todd Peterson sitting there. He was such a sleaze ball and if anything, it was like he’d only become more of a sleaze ball since her butt had become more bubblicious. Heck, he was probably jerking off in his mind right now, the salesgirl thought.
“Hey, Marci,” Todd said.
“Hey, Todd.”
“What you up to?”
“Just taking a break, Todd, just like you.”
“Oh. That’s cool.”
And that’s when Marci thought of something. “Hey, Todd, you got paid today, right?”
“Yeah. So did you. Why?”
“You got any money on you?”
“Some. Why?”
“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to give some of it to me.”
“Yeah right. Not likely. I need it.”
“But I could do stuff for you.”
“What kinds of stuff?” Todd asked suspiciously.
Marci couldn’t help but ask herself why it was that she was doing what she was doing but just because she was asking herself that didn’t mean she was going to stop. In fact she wanted to keep going. If Todd had some money, she wanted to see just how much of it she could get. “I could do stuff,” she said again. “Like for instance, I could stroke your cock. How much would you give me if I stroked your cock?”
“What the hell?”
“You heard me. How much would you give me if I strode your cock? Would you give me twenty bucks?”
“Twenty bucks? Yeah, sure. I’d give you twenty bucks.”
“Cool. Lets see it then.”
“What? You mean you want to do it here? You want to do it now?”
Marci knew what Todd was talking about. This was a public place. Anyone could walk in at any moment. At this time of the afternoon, it would be unlikely, and if someone came in and caught her stroking his cock, there’d be he’ll to pay for it and yet the thought of doing exactly that, of making Todd pay her to stroke his cock, that thought was suddenly so hot that it overrode everything. “I’m game if you are,” she said, “but if you’re chicken ...”
She just let that thought hang there. Let him stew on that, she thought.
“I um, I guess we can do it.”
“Let’s see it then. Let’s see the money.”
Todd reluctantly pulled his wallet out and then he was handing Marci a twenty-dollar bill.
Okay, it might have been wrong, Marci thought as she took the money, but it was kind of hot, too. “Stand up,” she told Todd.
“Why?”
“Because I told you to. You do want me to stroke your cock, don’t you?”
There really was little doubt about that anymore. He wanted it so Todd stood.
He was quivering as Marci came over to stand next to him and then Marci was opening his belt and she pushed his jeans all the way down around his ankles but then she was back again for his underwear.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Todd asked.
“You paid me,” Marci said as if that one fact settled everything and then her hands were taking own his underwear. “Oh my, Todd.”
“What?”
Todd might have been a twerp but his cock certainly wasn’t very twerpish. Maybe that was why he kept watching her all the time, Marci thought. If she was a guy like Todd and if she had a cock like that, maybe she’d be watching all the girls all the time, too. “Nothing,” she said. “It’s just that I like this,” she said as she wrapped a hand around his spike.
“Fuck,” the boy groaned.
“You like that?” Marci asked as her hand squeezed his cock.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Maybe you ought to sit down.”
“Yeah,” Todd groaned and then he was doing exactly that.
Marci didn’t even bother to ask herself anymore why it was that she was doing what he was doing. Instead, she just dropped to her knees and then she was sliding in between Todd’s thighs and then once more, her hand was taking hold of Todd’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.
His cock was even more impressive now that she was getting a close-up look at it. Her hand squeezed his cock and then she started to stroke.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned yet again.
“You know what?” Marci cooed.
“What?”
“I’d really like to suck your cock.”
“O-okay.”
Marci smiled. The boy just didn’t get it but she’d explain it to him. “I’d really like to suck your cock,” she said, “but if I do, it’s going to cost you.”
“H-how much?”
“A hundred bucks.”
“A hundred bucks?!”
“Come on, Baby. Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to have me do that for you.”
“Yeah but a hundred bucks.”
“Or we can stop now if you like.”
“No!”
Marci just looked up at him.
“Oh all right,” and with that, Todd went back into his wallet and he pulled out four more twenties.
“What’s this?” Marci asked.
“It’s a hundred bucks.”
“No it’s not. It’s eighty.”
“But I already gave you twenty.”
“To stroke your cock which I already did but we can stop now if you want me to.”
“No,” Todd said quickly and he soon had another twenty to add to the others. “Here.”
Marci took the offered money. “Oh my God,” she gushed. “You really do like me and you want to know what? I want you to see just how much I like you, too,” and with that, she was sliding herself forward and then she was sliding her mouth down over Todd’s rigid cock.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.
Marci would have smiled except to do so would have meant having to take her mouth off of Todd’s cock and for the moment at least, she’d been paid to suck Todd’s cock so she really was going to suck his cock.
“Oh my God,” Todd kept moaning. “Oh my God,” and then, “fuck!”
He was cumming, Marci realized. He was cumming in her mouth and yet as gross as that was, she couldn’t seem to do anything more than to keep her lips wrapped around Todd’s cock so that even in the aftermath of his having cum in her mouth, even as his cock had started to lose some of its rigidity, the more she kept sucking that cock, the harder he seemed to get again.
Marci finally pulled her mouth free from Todd’s cock but her hand was still there to hold his slippery shaft as she looked up at him. “Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d really like you to let me do something for you.”
“What?”
“I’d really like for you to let me ride your cock.”
“Okay,” Todd readily agreed.
“But, Baby, if you want me to do that for you, you’re going to have to do something for me.”
“What?”
“You’re going to have to pay me.”
Todd groaned. “How much?”
“Babe. Don’t get mad, Babe, but if you want me to do it, you’re going to have to give me a couple hundred bucks.”
“Two hundred dollars!”
“Babe, come on. I know you want to and I know it’s a lot of money, but Babe, I just need you to do this for me.”
“Fuck.”
“Babe, come on. It’s just a couple of hundred dollars. I know you want me to do it. I know you want me to ride your cock. I just need you to do this for me.”
“O-okay.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll give you the two hundred bucks.”
“Oh my God, Babe. That’s so sweet of you.”
“Yeah,” Todd griped but already, he was pulling his wallet out and then he was handing over the requisite money. “Here,” he said. “Take it.”
Marci did and she was tucking it in her purse and then in the next motion, she was standing up and she was starting to take off her blouse and her skirt. She knew it was a risk what she was doing but at the same time, she also knew she just couldn’t help herself. She knew she had to do it and then off came her bra and off came her panties and Marci still couldn’t quite believe it but there she was standing there naked in front of Todd.
But then really, she wasn’t really standing there all that long because moments later, she was moving forward and then she was straddling his lap and she was pushing her pussy down onto his cock.
“Oh fuck.”
“I think someone likes this,” Marci said as she ground her pussy onto his cock.
“Yeah,” Todd groaned. “Yeah, um, can I, um, can I—”
“What do you want?” Marci asked as her pussy continued to ride that cock. “Tell me.”
“I want ... I, I want ...”
Todd might have had a hard time saying what it was that he wanted but his hands certainly didn’t have a hard time showing what they wanted because even as Marci rode his cock, Todd’s hands were stroking her nice, full ass.
“Ooh yeah,” Marci cooed. “That’s what you wanted. I knew you wanted that. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at my ass before, so go ahead and do it, Baby. Go ahead and feel up my ass and while you’re doing that, I want you to imagine what it looks like to see my ass bouncing up and down as your cock fucks my pussy.”
“Yeah,” Todd groaned
“Babe?” Marci asked and then again, “Babe?”
“Yeah,” Todd said finally.
“Do you like fucking my pussy?”
“Oh yeah,” Todd moaned enthusiastically.
“Babe, I want to feel your cum. I want to feel your cum in my pussy. Can you do that, Babe?”
“Oh yeah,” Todd groaned.
“But, Babe, before you do that, I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“I need you to pay me.”
“What?”
“I need you to pay me and then I’ll let you cum in my pussy.”
“But I don’t need to pay you,” Todd groaned. “In fact I could just—”
“I wouldn’t.”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t cum without paying.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you do, I’ll tell everyone this was your idea and that you forced yourself on me and Babe, who do you think they’ll believe?”
“You,” Todd said sullenly.
“But if you give me what I want then you get what you want and we both win.”
“How much do you want?”
“I’m not greedy. Fifty should do it.”
“I ... I can’t reach my wallet.”
“Oh but I can,” Marci said. “What about it? Does fifty sound good to you?”
Todd nodded and with that, Marci extracted the requisite bills and with that having been done, it took no time at all for Marci’s pussy to extract just one more thing from the hapless Todd and from his eager cock.
Darla couldn’t help but smirk as she saw Dave’s car coming down the avenue. That blond chick, that Brittany bitch, she thought she was such hot shit with her blond hair and her blue eyes and her stupid dumb ass country club looks. Well while that stuff was all well and good for some guys, if a guy wasn’t into that kind of shit, all that shit didn’t amount to diddly squat and this guy Dave, he wasn’t into that kind of shit. This guy Dave wanted a girl with a little bit more junk in her trunk and so as much as little high and mighty might have thought she was all that, Darla had come along and she’d stolen the guy right out from under the bitch’s nose.
Darla sauntered up to the car and she lowered herself down so that Dave could get a nice, long look at her tits. “Hey there, Baby,” she cooed. “Back again so soon?”
Dave swallowed and he nodded.
“I guess you must be the kind of guy who just can’t help but love a nice, juicy ass when you see one. Ain’t that right?”
Again, Dave nodded.
“I suppose maybe you think maybe he’s talking about you.”
Darla just couldn’t help sigh to herself. It seemed Little Miss Country Club still didn’t get the picture but no matter, she’d straighten the girl out in no time at all.
And yet when she straightened up and she turned around to square off against the blond, she found herself staring instead.
“You were right,” Brittany said. “I think he does like the girl who’s got the perfect bubble butt. The only thing is that girl isn’t you,” and then almost as if to make sure Darla and Dave and everyone else around them knew exactly what she meant, she gave her ass a resounding smack. “What about it?” she asked. “Do you want a piece of this?”
Dave nodded. “I think I want it.”
Brittany looked back at the other girls before fixing Darla with a hard stare. “Let that be a lesson to you girls. I’m going to make my money and none of you girls ought to ever think you can stand in my way.”