Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 05

"Boom! Suck on that, b!tch! You believe me now?" The fratboy beamed at me while I glowered back in disbelief. "Yo, b!tch! You capable of readin' the last text, ain't cha? The one from the brofessor?"

Holy cow! The fact that the freshman called the old man 'brofessor' was so creepy that it made me cringe! No matter what, I still couldn't believe my eyes. So, I read the text several times. At first, I had to snort at the absurdity. Then I gasped in disbelief. And finally, I could only giggle at the douchebaggery. #EyeRoll

Wtvr! The meaning didn't change. It remained as clear as daylight. If I seriously wanted my job at Vonderstone back, I had to apologize to Chet by offering my obedience. Deadass! #NeverTooYoung

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

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

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

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

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

NGL, these feels were overwhelming, to the point that they made my pussy throb. No way around it, I had gotten owned! Even though it was hard for me to accept that the patriarch had checkmated me, I couldn't help but admire the hard-ass boomer for the way he had handled business. In a way, it made him seem so wise and experienced, while I looked like a stupid slut in comparison. #BeImpressed

AFAIC, I felt truly inspired by the old man's intelligence and dominance. In truth, it triggered my inner subslut. Consequently, I felt the overwhelming need to bend the knee and obey his every word. Not to mention, I hadn't banged in far too long. As a result, my whole body screamed to follow my desire. In the end, my new resolution to listen to my gut and finish things gave me the final push. #FollowYourInstinct

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

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

First, though, I bought us some time by asking my mom where she stashes the cleaning supplies. It was a neat trick, bc it's high-key believable that I wouldn't know such a thing (remember my aversion to chores and cleaning). When my mom went to get the stuff, I approached the patriarch. I was so ready to turn on my charm and make him reconsider his choice of trainer. #NoHesitation

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

ICYMI, the strict patriarch also stressed that I better impress Chet! Otherwise, the training will be over b4 it even starts. In other words: If I fail to convince a freaking freshman that I'm serious about my obedience, the deal is null and void. No pressure, right? Thank God, I was in a docile mood after sending that daunting message to the group chat. In fact, I was so deep in subspace that I didn't rebel or throw a tantrum. #RabbitHole

LMTY, I was more determined than ever when I returned to the garage where Chet was waiting for me. By way of apology, I handed him a beer. While he was sipping on it, he leant against my mom's car. It's old, dirty, and rusty, so I'd advise against it. But wtvr! I didn't get much time to think about the vehicle and its condition, bc Chet dropped a bombshell on me.

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

OK, my Holligans! While I'm writing this, the dudebro downed the beer in one go, which is low-key impressive but probs to be expected from a fratster. The swole schmuck actually encouraged me to keep you guys in the loop on my training progress. That's why I opened the chatroom for you guys to comment live: www.chattery.com/dicktatormeatsfashionista

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*MASSterBlASSter: Holy sh!t! Everybody sing together: It's so easy, easy... when that b!tch is tryin to please me, baby...! That Chetboy got you cockwhipped, stupid slut! And no, you don't need life experience to put a dumb c**t in place... all you need is a hard cock (and a few b!tchslaps help too)!*

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

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

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

OK, guys! Now, I have to address this comment bc yikes! So cringe! The visuals in my head! Let me assure you, this is never gonna happen! My mom won't go there. No way! Then again, we all know that Mr. von Stein is a filthy horndog. And my mom's been single forever. Yikes again! Now, I got mind movies running at full speed! So gross! Thanx for that, Dave!

B2B! I'm a little distracted right now bc the fratboy is ready to start the training. For a moment, he stopped all the brotalk and sounded surprisingly serious when he asked for my consent. So, I assured him that I was just as serious about doing this. #TrainHard

FYI, his name is Chet Sanderson, a freshman in college majoring in IT. He's also the newest pledge of the Yamos fraternity and has a side hustle dictating the submission terms to stupid sluts in obedience trainings. Therefore, it's only logical that those dumb c*nts address him in the only appropriate way. I know, it'll make you guys rofl, but here's an official declaration: As of now, there will be no more Chet on this blog but only... Dicktator69!

Ohmigawd! Cringe alert! I was shaking as I typed it. I defo needed a few secs to compose myself after that. But next up in this introduction round was me, so I had to get a grip and quick. So, here it is: I'm Pawgie DeHooka, a salesgirl who was fired for misconduct and poor performance. Therefore, I need to improve my hard and soft skills to get rehired. Even though I'm older and taller than my instructor, I'll follow any command to successfully complete this training (by order of Dicktator69).

And with that, I gotta go. I have some stuff to take care of (or rather some stuffing to take, ftfy). But wait for the next post, guys! XOXO

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Here I am! Back with a bang! I bet, you were waiting with bated breath for an update from the training ground, didn't you my fashion fam?

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

"Pull out your t!ts, so I can take you serious, camel-hoe." The pervy pledge told me, sounding amazingly stern for a freshman.

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

JSYK, this realization helped me a lot to steel myself for the upcoming training. With renewed resolve, I grabbed the zipper and opened the white hoodie with the leopard print side stripes. Since the sweatshirt was skintight, I had refrained from wearing a top or bra underneath. Consequently, my b-cup boobies popped right out. Scratch that! What I meant to say is that my tiny t!ts got exposed bc I'm a card-carrying member of the IBTC - the itty-bitty-t!tty committee (by order of Dicktator69).

"Yo, b!tch! First off, you gotta welcome the rest of the participants." Chet suddenly exclaimed.

And with that, the swole schmuck pulled his arms up and started flexing (what is it with dudes and their need to front on women in the most insufferable ways ever?). This was hectic! The feeling when I saw his big arm muscles. Staring at the obnoxious tattoo, my jaw dropped while I couldn't look away. This was like a trainwreck where you wanna look away but can't! It was literally a biceps curl that made me hurl. Cringe alert! #SwagAF

"Greet my bros!" The fratboy bragged. "C'mon, b!tch! Say hello like the French do!"

WTF? For a moment, I was stunned into silence. The douchebaggery was next level! It wasn't hard to guess what the fratboy wanted me to do. And yet, it was too ridiculous to be true! No cap! As a result, I narrowed my eyes to slits and gave the guy an inquiring look. Sadly, he just shrugged. He actually made it look like it was the most normal thing in the world! Sweet geez!

And then I did it! I knew I couldn't hesitate much longer without risking severe consequences, so I swallowed my pride and leaned forward. With a chuff of disbelief, I pursed my lips. One after another, I kissed the three inked words: 'Bros b4 Hoes'. The humiliation was real! #FeelTheBurn

For starters, my drill instructor seemed pleased with my obedience. Nevertheless, I had to finish the introduction by repeating the theme of the training. I had expertly avoided saying the demeaning words the first time around, but Dicktator69 was adamant in dicktating what to do. #IronyAF

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

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

"F**k it! Nothin' to see here." The pervy pledge exclaimed when I was finished. "Turn 'round n show me that pawg a$$. At least, there's somethin' to grab there!"

WTAF! The freaking freshman had gone from brotalk to dirty talk in a heartbeat. In fact, his mean words were super savage, making me shake in my boots (or rather, in my platform heels, ftfy). This was wild! I must admit that the fratboy had a surprising knack for the commanding tone that never fails to keep me in line and make my pussy throb. Trust me, you wouldn't believe his age if you only heard his voice!

As per ushe, I craved compliments like the little attention hound that I am. That's why I turned around and bent over my mom's car. In fact, I was in such a hurry that I forgot everything I told you about the car. With my sweatsuit open, I suddenly felt the dust and rust of the engine hood on my t!tter tots. Even though my flesh was crawling, I kept my bumpy bits pressed onto the metallic hood as I stuck out my big booty. As a result, the skintight material stretched over my glorious glutes until the fabric was real thin and almost see-through. #OutfitOfTheDay

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

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

"What the f**k did I say 'bout takin' you seriously, pawg hoe?" My drill instructor chided me. "Show off that bang booty. For all I know you stuffed some f**king trash in those pants to make 'em f**king bulge. Who knows what you b!tches do to counter your complexes!"

Excuse me? So rude! But still, on fleek (at least for little subsluts)! Real quick, I peeled the white sweatpants down to prove that I truly got a truckload of junk in the trunk. Feast on this, boy!

Once again, I couldn't help myself and got too sassy. In fact, I pulled an ace out of my sleeve. Pushing my white sweatpants down, I stopped just below the curve of my yummy buns, so the skintight fabric pushed my glorious glutes upward. It worked like a butt lift and made my booty look bigger than ever! #StyleInspo

Obs, Dicktator69 enjoyed the hell out of the sight. He actually made me walk over to the ice box with my sweatpants around my thighs and fetch him a new beer. But my sass didn't go without consequences. On the way, I felt the cold air on my butt cheeks, and also on my nipples. In response, I inhaled sharply as my nips became rock hard and began to stick out. With every step, my hefty humps got pushed up while my big buns hung out of the pants. It made me do the sexiest walk ever! In fact, my hips swayed epic af! #Sashay

"Yo, b!tch! The first exercise woulda been you carryin' that beer in between your fat f**king funbags." My drill instructor informed me when I arrived in front of him. "Yeah... there's an error in the system. I know!

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

FFS! Was this real? Had he really said inferior? Had he made a pun with the word material? I can't even with this freaking freshman! And yet, the blunt jab hit a spot, making me shudder. In truth, a mean mixture of embarrassment and arousal surged through my body while I fumed with anger. #ComplexFeels

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

STFU! The dudebro defo knew how to toy with a slut's feelings. This was wild!

But wait! I was still busy processing this jibe. He was legit roasting me here, wasn't he? There was so much to unpack, like the reference to my cup size! So brutal, but so effective! The pervy pledge certainly knew how to hammer home the message: 'You are your t!ts'. The feeling when I heard the fratboy talking about big boobs. I must have looked insanely jealous. Soz to say, but I couldn't change my appearance on the fly. I could only do the most to make up for it. #CompensateMuch

Nywy, I guess I'll have to track my feels later, bc I got bigger fish to fry right now. In fact, I was hella motivated to flex my skills and prove that I was a sick snacc nonetheless. That's why I got back into position as soon as I handed the fratboy his third beer. This time, I didn't even waste a thought on the dirt and rust that clung to the old-ass car. Instead, I was too busy thinking about how best to present my awesome assets. #LookGoodFeelGood

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

OK, my fellow fashionistas! It's so lit that we got a safe space here! That's why I feel free to admit that my plump pussy was already glistening hella wet although it hadn't experienced a single touch yet. I guess that's what degrading mind games do to a subslut. A hundo p!

IAC, it was the invitation Dicktator69 needed to start the exercise. Handing me the empty beer bottle, he didn't need to spell it out to me. Instead, I got to work highly dedicated. Meanwhile, the swole schmuck decided to get real comfy. Hard to believe, but he actually flopped down onto a white, plastic sunbed. So basic! The man got all the fun while the slut had to work her ass off without reward. The contrast hit different! In fact, it added another twang of humiliation that exploded in my pussy like fireworks. #SmutflixAndChill

And that was the first exercise of my obedience training. In hindsight, it was pretty straight forward. As Pawgie DeHooka, I had to prove that I could turn an everyday object into a sex toy and put on a sexy show (by order of Dicktator69). Like a crafty cutie, I slayed that challenge like it was nothing! Easy like a walk in the park! No cap! XOXO

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*Dicktator69: Yo, bros! Once again, the stupid slut forgot her promise bout details. Who else is surprised? When she finished the dildo show, I gave her a minute to write a full report. And still, the dumb b!tch managed to screw that sh!t up. Last try, pawg hoe, otherwise training's over! So, shoot!*