Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 04

So, let's circle back to Friday. Matt let me do that menial task for a good half hour b4 he entered the storage room. When I saw our resident fratboy strutting toward me, I froze. Does anyone else know that confident male stride full of swagger? Yup, that's the one! For the first time, I was struck with awe by the douchebro's exuberant ego and excessive machismo. The mind boggles! I know it sounds stupid, but I felt it was my duty to pay my respects along with my gambling debts. Too weird! #HonorYourDebt

AAMOF, my sense of duty increased when I saw him eying me like a predator stalking its prey. He looked ready to pounce at any moment! Does anyone else know what it's like to be a deer caught in the headlights? I can tell you bc I couldn't move a limp until the toxic troll stood right in front of me. My heart leapt in my throat, but I didn't move when he put his hand on my shoulder. My skin tingled like crazy, but I didn't offer the slightest resistance when he pushed me to the ground. Kneeling in front of him, the only thing moving was my heart! Go figure! #TellTaleHeart

OMG! Deep inside, I was still resisting! I so didn't want to have sex with the douchebro (I wanted to have sex with Mr. von Stein, not his bastard son, fyi). In a way, I felt committed to his father, the head of the Vonderfam. After all, the old man had set me on this path and guided me along the way with his strict mentoring. In truth, his brand of dominance vibed with me. It was the fuel fanning the fire in my loins, not his son's stupid jokes and corny pick-up game. Harsh, but true! #MadeMyChoice

CMIIW, but that was all nice and well in theory. In practice, however, things looked different. The pressure to pay my debts, combined with Matt's macho moves, was an irresistible mix. It completely overwhelmed me. Simply put, I couldn't help it (or rather, my body couldn't handle it). No matter how my brain reacted, my body had already made its decision. #BodyAndSoul

OMFG! B4 I knew it, I was on my knees, sliding my hands up Matt's legs until they rested on his crotch. Feeling his dick, I cupped his balls through his pants. As his boner stiffened, I got to feel the impressive size (yet another thing he inherited, fyi). Believe it or not, but I didn't think twice. As if! In truth, it had been far too long since I had last felt a dick. The withdrawal was real! I actually felt like a starving slut, an addic(k)t who needed her fix! No cap!

Come to think of it, my eagerness is all too easy to explain. Pretty much all men are into Tia bc she's so bubbly, energetic, and spontaneous. And yet, here was the swole stud in a room alone with me. He could bang my busty boo all day long, but he was interested in me. Whether I liked it or not, a small part of me enjoyed the player's attention! #ComplimentsMeltHearts

OK! Enough with the shilly-shally! The cat was out of the bag! So, I suddenly felt the need to make up for all the wasted time! Getting low-key frantic, I quickly opened the zipper and pulled the dick out. In the flesh, it looked even more impressive! It didn't reach the same 'Coke can' level as his old man's stick, but it was thick and veiny with a nice bend and big bulbous head. Grabbing the hard shaft, I started jerking it asap. As if I had been hypnotized by the sight!

Not that quick on the trigger! OFC, our resident fratboy had an ace up his sleeve. Big surprise... not! Just when my grip tightened around his boner, the douchebro took a few steps back. As his prick slipped from my grasp, he walked over to the swivel chair. Remember the scene between Tia and Matt in the stockroom? I saw it b4 my inner eye as if in 8K! Granted, the chair looked shabby and worn, but for the moment I didn't care. Instead, I switched off my nagging thoughts and let my lust drive me. Time to live my best life. If the father wasn't available, the son was the next best thing. Yolo! #CatOnTheHuntForCream

AAMOF, I was already on my knees, so it was an easy thing to get on all fours and crawl over to my skeevy supervisor. Frankly, it felt like a déjà vu! There was only one slight difference. The female lead had been replaced! When I reached Matt's manspread, I crawled right in between his legs. Simply put, I only had eyes for his rigid stick and snatched it up asap. At this point, I was in the mood to act extra (aka extra seductive, extra saucy, and extra sassy). That's why I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and let my fingertips slide over the skin from hilt to head. Ever so slowly, my grip tightened until I was jerking his member with long strokes.

ICYMI, I was on a mission now! Does anyone else know what it's like when your behavior shifts from sane to irrational bc you got hit by dick? Yup, I was so dickmatized that I became blind to the douchebro's usual bs. Frankly, I was too obsessed with his magic stick to care about anything else. It's time to admit the truth. I had been wrong! Matt wasn't just a player-in-his-own-mind. He was a true player (if not a pro player, ftfy). Long story short, I was willing to put up with the huge prick to ride his huge prick! #DickmatizedAF

FTLOG! I went wild as I started a twisting motion that gave the odious dude additional pleasure. To fully marvel at his magnificent member, I lifted his thick tool to glance at his family jewels. They were completely shaved, offering an inviting sight (at least compared to his old man's hairy sack, ftfy). Without hesitation, I dove right in. Sticking my tongue out, I lapped away. Believe me when I tell you I was insanely eager. That's why I licked all over the wrinkled skin in circling motions. When his balls glistened wetly, I opened my lips and sucked a single testicle into my mouth. A shiver of shame ran down my spine when I heard myself making slurping noises, but it wasn't enough to stop me. So pervy!

FWIW, I legit spitshined Matt's private parts until my mouth was filled with drool. Leaning over his hard prick, I pursed my lips and let the spit dribble down onto his dickhead. It was a sick sight when the slobber ran down his shaft, making his boner all wet and sloppy. Putting my hands around his thick tool, I jerked it with increasing speed. Granted, I only waited for the spoiled rich stud to start twitching. I had been peaking without release for so long that I wanted my mean manager to feel the same itch! #EdgingPeakingSurfing

YMAK, but I kept going until a huge tremor rippled through the obnoxious jerk. Only then did I slide my mouth over his glans and sucked on it real vigorous. Clamping down, I squeezed his thick tool with my soft lips as I slid down inch by inch. Meanwhile, I let my tongue circle around his veiny shaft at high speed. If that wasn't the best tongue lashing ever! Period! #WorkoutTime

OFC, my legit loyalistas know the reason why I worked my ass (or rather, tongue) off. Yeah! You guys haven't forgotten the one flaw in my slut game. It's only a minor matter but I'm not a deepthroat queen. No cap! That's why, I tried to make up for it in advance. After all, a full-service suckjob is way better than using a woman's throat like a fleshlight, isn't it? #Overachiever

Either way, Matt surprised me by letting me do my thing. Once again, he proved to be a lazy slacker, as he leaned back and enjoyed my efforts instead of grabbing my head and taking control. Defo, another distinguishing mark between father and son. While Mr. von Stein was the controlling commander-in-chief, his bastard son was the laid-back fellatio fan. Whatevs! I wasn't in the mood to complain. Instead, I was high-key appreciative, so I sucked his prick extra fierce. In fact, I literally used his boner like a lolly and let it plop from my lips repeatedly. What a smacking pop! In fact, every smacker made Matt's meat throb harder. Finally, I had a hold over my skeevy supervisor! #LollyBuffet

N2S, the douchebro wasn't about to settle for a simple blowie. Eventually, he reached under my arms and pulled me up. Does anyone else know the moment when you realize that the man is letting you do all the work? That was the case here. Maybe, our resident fratboy was too self-centered or too lazy, I couldn't tell. But it worked wonders making me all hot and bothered. I had to literally slave away to work off my debts and the spoiled rich stud wouldn't lift a finger to help me. Admittedly, I have no idea why, but this macho move was a huge turn-on for me. #HeatOfTheMoment

Wtvr! If I had been dickmatized b4, I was dickdrunk now. That meant I desperately needed to feel a hard, fleshy stick in me. Wherever, however, it didn't matter! That's why I was more than willing to put in the extra work. Consequently, I straddled Matt's manspread. Positioning my legs on the outside of his lap, I squeezed his thighs together. Lowering my crotch, I grabbed his magnificent member and guided it to my steaming hot vagine. The feeling when the tip of his stick touched my wet vulva. An ecstatic jolt surged through me, making my body twitch. #DickRida

Oh yeet! I was more than ready to drop my loins onto his veiny shaft. More so, I wanted to devour it in one go! But then the store manager pulled a swerve! WTF?

"Yeah... sorry... Holly honey!" He stopped me, literally letting me hang out to dry. "I've done the whole cowgirl s**t with your b!tch-ass friend."

"Gotta say, she got the big, fat t**s to make it work. You... not so much!" The odious dude said in the most devaluing tone possible.

Ohmigawd! I couldn't believe my ears! This was outrageous! Did he actually think he could get away with an insult like that? #ArroganceGetsYouNothing

FFS! This deserved a slap in the face! And yet, it felt like I had been punched in the gut. Accordingly, I was too shook to fight back when the pro player pushed me off his lap. Oh dang! My sky-high heels offered no grip, so I stumbled backwards. I mosdef looked less than gracious as I tried to regain my balance. Big yikes!

Thank God, Matt grabbed my wrist and kept me on my feet. Like a skilled dancer, he pulled on my arm to make me turn around. Following his lead, I clumsily tiptoed on my platform boots, which made the douchebro chuckle. Oh jeez! I felt so small and stupid. Worse, I felt so ditzy and bimboy! Epic yikes!

"Now, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, you big booty b!tch!" The insufferable jerk exclaimed when he saw my plump posterior right in front of him. "Yeah thiccums! That's like a dump truck in the back! You can make it work in reverse!"

Ohmigosh! The way, my skeevy supervisor dismissed my perky puppies and praised my hefty humps was so casual. It almost felt like he didn't mean it as a drag but as a neutral observation. Does anyone else know how it feels to get humiliated and complimented in the same breath? I do now! In all honesty, I can't even begin to describe how embarrassing it is to go the extra mile, only to be rejected. The humiliation was next level! GFY!

YMMV, but the degradation caused me to take things up a notch! Without Matt asking for it, I bent my knees and stuck my booty out. In this squatting position, I began twerking fierce af. Remember the 'rip job by twerk job'? Yeah, you guys loved it! So, I tried to recreate that wardrobe malfunction. #StripperMoves

Even though the epic fail had shaken my confidence as a fierce fashionista, I was highly motivated to repeat the achievement. Moving my hips up and down, I made my bubble buns bounce hella hard. Swaying my hips, my booty wiggled super savage. All that twerking had an unintended effect. It caused the hotpants to slide up my butt crack until the wetlook fabric disappeared in between my glorious glutes. Spinning my exposed derriere, I made my butt cheeks clash and clap loud asl. #ButtEatingPants

Yasss queen! My twerk was on fleek! And still, it wasn't enough! The black fabric was too tear-resistant! Dang it! Another fail! Despite my best efforts, I had to admit defeat. What a letdown! But I still had a task to fulfill! Grabbing the zipper, I opened my booty shorts, peeled them out of my butt crack, and let them slide to the floor. Meanwhile, I continued to shake my hefty humps. With my crotch open for access, I started stepping and twerking atst. Keeping it in sync, I walked back step-by-step and twerk-by-twerk. I didn't stop until I stood in between Matt's manspread. Putting my hands on the tops of his thighs, I positioned my meaty mound right above his towering prick. #GoalsAF

JSYK, I lowered my body down until I felt his purple helmet against my plump pussy. Staying in this squatting position, I waited for the mean manager to take charge and start calling the shots (just like his father would have done, btw). Truth be told, I was expecting the royal jerk to go for my anus instead of my vajayjay. But wtvr! I wasn't gonna put up a fight either way! I was too thirsty for the man to take charge. Bet! #KnockYourselfOut

Matt took the bait! He might have been a lazy slacker, but he was still an alpha macho. So, he grabbed my hips and pulled my body down. Splitting my wet vulva, he impaled my pussy on his pecker. The feels when my large labia opened up and my vag muscle got stretched. So amaze! Big surprise! He chose to stuff my coochie and didn't go for my rectum. #MiraclesHappen

"It's party time! It's pawgy time!" Matt suddenly started yelling in rhythm with his pounding. "Let's get dirty! Let's get squirty!"

OMG! Just when I finally got my pussy stuffed, the toxic troll returned to his douchey ways. I don't know if you noticed, but he was reciting some stupid edm song (or rather, twisting its lyrics). Keeping it 100, he had to take the cringefest to the next level. Accordingly, he synced his thrusts with his shouts. You can't make this stuff up! In my dickdrunk state, however, his obnoxious behavior was a double-edged sword. It was triggering, but also exciting. The feels added up until they reached a whole new level of arousal, driving me crazy with lust!

ATST, the pro player kept pounding me as if I were nothing more than a ragdoll. His thrusts were so strong that they kept my feet floating above the ground (despite the huge platforms, fyi). So, I was basically bouncing around on his lap with nothing but his thick stick holding me in place. I was literally impaled on a spear! #DickWhipped

"Oh! Aaahhh! Oh oh aaahhh!" I screamed out my pleasure.

"It's party time! It's pawgy time!" The mofo repeated the lyrics. "Let's get dirty! Let's get squirty!"

OMFG! I gasped when Matt started slapping my booty after each rhyme. It made me bounce so much harder. It also made my glorious glutes jiggle wilder. The feeling when I got reminded of yesterday's spanking. My butt was still tender af! #PainfulMemories

"Oh! Arghhh! Oh oh aaarghhh!" My loud groans mixed with deep grunts.

Holy moly! The slaps cranked up my pleasure! The intensity surpassed anything I had ever experienced. The sensations engulfed me, to the point that I almost screamed for more! I legit wanted the insufferable jerk to use me and my holes at will. What a curveball! #FlyingHigh

"Oh f**k, Hoelly!" Matt made a joke of my name. "You don't know what the f**k I'm talking 'bout. C'mon, s**t for brains! Tell me, what's a pawg!"

Sweet jeez! The colossal cheek! This was so uncalled for! And yet, it made me moan all the louder. So twisted! Even though I was in no state to ponder trivia questions, the insulting name was a bottomless affront. Nonetheless, I didn't even think about clapping back. Instead, I hastily admitted my ignorance by shaking my head. At that moment, I didn't care if the store manager thought of me as a stupid slut or dumb temp or whatevs. All I cared about was the dick in my pussy! #DickdrunkAF

"Guess my dad was right! You're a dumb f**king c**t, ain't cha?" Matt mentioned the staunch patriarch, which made my pussy convulse.

"Whatever!" He chuckled. "It's phat ass white girl! That's the perfect name for a camel-hoe like you, don't cha think?"

Oh dang! That was two nicknames for the prize of one, right? Another affront that only made me groan louder! #BuyOneGetOneFree

"It's party time! F**k pawg sublime!" He continued shouting in rhythm with the song.

Ohmigawd! The douchebro had to go one better! This was getting more vulgar by the sec! It truly ruffled my feels. But more importantly, every f-bomb exploded with a fierce blast in my pussy. Lighting a fire under my butt, I jumped into the saddle and rode off in a frenzy. Matt barely managed to hold me as I bopped up and down on his big-ass boner like a woman possessed. In the end, I was bucking on his lap fierce af. So unreal!

"Gimme mo'! Of that pawg hoe!" He continued reciting that stupid song.

Ohmigosh! Dickhead Matt acted like he was at a kegger with his fratbros. This was unbearable! Accordingly, I humped his prick wilder than ever while my muff muscles squeezed his stick harder than a vise. At some point, though, I had to slow down. To make up for it, I pressed my pussy deeper onto his shaft. Whenever my wet vulva touched his family jewels, I held the position. Swiveling my hips, I stirred the juices in his balls... and much more! #Dickspiration

For the win! All of a sudden, Matt put his hand on my back and gave me a shove. What a swerve! The push came out of nowhere, making me slide off his lap. But I took it as a compliment. Obs, my work had been so lit that I had slayed the stud! Nywy, that was the end of my wild ride.

What you say about my skills as a sexy rodeo rider, my fierce fashionistas? Did I slay the macho? Do you think that was a dope reward for winning the bet? XOXO

---How to turn arrogance into humility and still project confidence---

*Anonymous: Cmon c**t! no one believes that s**t! the guy didn't cum like that. don't f**k with us! at most, he woulda glazed that dumb face and then sent you on a cum walk to the store to serve the next customers. after all, golden boy gotta trump his dad.*

Oh sheesh! Were you there, sir? You guys got me. Again! In reality, Matt was far from finished. I was just hoping to get around the next part. It's too humiliating! But my fashion fam is too smart for that. Bet! So, you deserve the truth.

For the loss! Right in the middle of my wild ride, the spoiled rich stud put his hand on my back and gave me a shove. What a swerve! The push came out of nowhere, making me stumble forward. My sky-high platform heels caused me to lose my balance. Toppling down, I landed knees first on the dirty concrete. And I oop! #WhatGoesUpMustComeDown

YMAK, but in my dickdrunk state, I could neither move nor think straight. So, I was slow to regain my composure. In response, Matt seized the opportunity and pounced at me like a predator. The feeling when he gripped my jet-black hair and held me in a vice grip. Finally, his macho attitude came to the forefront. I was so ready to embrace it and get piped down hard. In fact, it marked another difference to his dear old dad. His brand of machismo was a lot less authoritarian and a lot more aggressive. #Ahegao

"Well, well, booty b!tch! Still, gotta cash in on your debt." The toxic troll told me with a hiss in his voice. "You didn't think that bit of bouncing would cut it, did cha, pawg hoe?"

"Then again, we've already established you're a dumb c**t." He added. "Three years of college n you're still a rookie nookie. What the f**k did you learn there? Sure as s**t, your breastie got all the attention, ain't she?"

Holy smokes! What an accusation! Looking over my shoulder, I shot daggers at my skeevy supervisor. Come to think of it, I gave him the icy stare for the first time in a while. But it was well deserved! After all, my bae wasn't here, I was! Deal with it, you ungrateful prick! Frankly, the trust fund baby should be happy! He'd never get his hands on a more bootylicious butt, ever! #PawgFTW

Instead of showing gratitude, the douchebro gripped my long, black hair extra rough. It sent a jolt through my pussy and softened my icy stare until my eyes glazed over with lust. Dragging me to my feet, he led me over to some cardboard boxes. They had been gathering dust in the stockroom for as long as I can remember bc they were filled with unsold merchandise from last year. Turning me around, the obnoxious jerk gave me another rude shove. As I landed on my back, I felt the rough-grained cardboard scratching my skin. Grabbing me by the shoulders, the mofo moved my body around until my head was hanging off the edge of the box. #TheArtOfReuse