Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 06

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

I'm dead! In fact, I'm dying out here!

Oh, my guys! Do you remember where we left off? I was out in the open! More precisely, I was standing in front of my garage! It was a total shocker and struck me like a lightning bolt. As a result, my emotions were running wild. No cap!

Thank God, I had managed to pull up my sweatpants and zip up my hoodie when Dicktator69 had kicked me out. Just in time! But I hadn't managed to remove the most telltale sign. My face was still covered with cum! This was horrible! My heart skipped and my stomach twisted. I was rooted to the spot while goosebumps covered my body. I actually felt like the whole world was crumbling around me. #ShookAF

BION, but I stared with wide open eyes at the freaking freshman! Needless to say, he didn't come to my aid, but grinned back cheekily. The audacity was outrageous! I so badly wanted to slap that cocky smirk off his face, but I was in total paralysis so I couldn't move. #SmirksForDays

"Welcome to the second part of the training, camel-hoe!" The fratboy told me with an unmistakable chuckle. "Did you seriously think it was over? Damn! You're such a stupid slut!"

Oh sheesh! The way the youngster called me out was so cringe! And yet, it pushed my buttons. I was so horny that my pussy throbbed as wild as hard. I even squeezed my legs together in response. Sweet geez! What the hell was going on with me! I couldn't do that! Not in public!

"Yo, b!tch! That was just the first exercise." My drill instructor informed me. "Now, the real fun begins! You ever heard of a cum walk?"

"Prolly not!" His chuckle turned into a sardonic laughter. "We've already established you're dumber than a box of rocks! Hehehe!"

Holy snap! I had never heard of a cum walk, but I could vividly imagine what it was all about. Whatevs! It didn't matter bc I had bigger problems! I should have been busy trying to get back inside the house asap. After all, it was still light out and the sun was just beginning to set.

But nope! I didn't do that! Instead, I fantasized about how to fill my pussy! Can you believe it, guys? I was standing on the front lawn, rubbing my thighs together. I was actually getting scared I might leave a wet spot on the driveway. I can't even with my horny self! #HornyGirl

"Hey, look at that! You ain't brought in the mail yet." The buff bozo directed my attention to the mailbox. "Why don't you help your mother n pick up those letters for her?"

GFY! He couldn't be serious! The mailbox was mounted on a post and stood right next to the road. This was way too risky! It was still daylight, so the neighbors could see me. Forget about it! Not gonna happen! I so wasn't gonna go there!

But then, I grunted loudly. At first, my moan was soft, but it grew in volume until you could hear it across the street. This was madness! I panicked and looked frantically at the houses on the opposite side. My eyes searched the windows to see if anybody was watching. I hoped against hope that no one would step out of the front door right now. Dang it! The danger was real!

Oh wait! You guys wanna know why I hissed like a cat in heat, don't you? The answer is simple. The pervy pledge had applied the signature Vondermove. Standing behind me, he had reached between my legs and grabbed me by the pussy. Squeezing my meaty mound, he made my plump pussy bulge. My cameltoe almost burst the sinktight sweatpants. No cap! #LoveAndHisses

And then it happened! A door opened right across the street. Oh no! This couldn't be happening! Not now! My eyes got big when I realized which house it was. I don't think I've told you yet, but Tia isn't just my bff, she also lives right across the street. As luck would have it, one thing led to another, and it was Tia's dad who came out. I can't even with this twist of fate! #NeighborhoodWatch

NGL, I held my breath, hoping to vanish into thin air. But ofc, he noticed me. This was bad, real bad! Mr. Blake had known me since I was a child, and it wasn't normal for me to hang out on the front lawn. So, he was bound to get sus. I closed my eyes to block it out, but then I heard him yelling at me. Too late! My eyes snapped open in panic. Had he seen the cum on my face?

Oh phew! He hadn't! Instead, he was just greeting me, nothing more. For the moment, I got lucky! And yet, I had to respond to keep it that way. So, I raised my arm and waved to him while putting on a fake smile. Maybe, my pearly white teeth would outshine my pearly white face mask. #FacialTreatment

Yasss, queen! It worked! Tia's dad got into his car and my tension eased. But then I groaned out again! Sweet geez! The fratboy had given my pussy another squeeze! And ofc, Mr. Blake heard my moan. Sticking his head out the side window, he looked over at me with a puzzled look on his face. Oh no! He couldn't come over! Not now! I had to do something to stop this. No way, I could wait and look pretty!

"I'll do it, sirrr!" I groaned under my breath b4 the swole schmuck squeezed my pussy again. "I'll go pick up the mail! A hundo p!"

ICYMI, I didn't wait for a response. Instead, I rushed over to the mailbox, my eyes glued to the ground. I really tried to keep my head down. Better safe than sorry, right? As I reached the mailbox, I heard a motor start up. Finally! I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I heard Tia's dad drive away. That had been close! Too close, in fact!

In a jiff, I returned to my drill instructor with the mail in my hand. Most of it was advertising material that I could just throw away. But wait! There was a letter that had been posted incorrectly. Oh dang! It belonged to my next-door neighbor. What a stupid coincidence! #MailOfTheDay

"Sweet!" The pervy pledge exclaimed. "The cum walk's been dull as hell so far! That sh!t's boring!"

"Time for some f**kin' action." He took advantage of the situation. "C'mon camel-hoe! Go over n bring your neighbor his letter. Be a good hoodrat!"

"She's the neighborhood bike. Everybody gets a ride." He said loud enough to be heard next door. "That's gonna be an awesome walk!"

WTF? It would be anything but awesome! It would be madness! Like running into risks with eyes wide open! Not gonna happen! It was too much!

But speaking of risks, I also groaned too much! My drill instructor didn't even wait for my response. Instead, he slipped his hands right down my cleavage and grabbed my b-cup boobies. Can you believe it, guys? He groped my perky puppies right in the open! This had to stop, and pronto!

FOH! You can't imagine how fast I ran over to the neighbor! Unfortunately, my legs were so wobbly that I almost tripped. Dang it! I so couldn't fall on my face in public. That would be a real spectacle, wouldn't it? What if my sweatpants ripped open and exposed my booty? That would be even worse! The embarrassment would be epic! I'd never recover from that! I'd be the slut on the block forever! Bet! #PublicService

JSYK, my nervousness remained at an all-time high although I made it over to my neighbor's property without accident. But then bad luck struck! There was no mailbox on the front lawn! Instead, my neighbor only had a mail slot in the front door! This couldn't be real! I had to walk all the way to the front porch! #MailManProblems

And yet, I made it! In fact, I walked all the way up the driveway with my eyes glued to the windows. I hoped from the bottom of my heart that the neighbor wouldn't step up to the window and see me. If I should be lucky once in my life, it should be now! #LuckyCat

Oh man! It was only a few steps, but it felt like a long and winding road. No kidding! When I finally stood on my neighbor's porch, I was trembling like a leaf while quaking in my boots. No time to catch my breath, though! I had to get this over with and quick! But my nerves didn't play along! As a result, my hand shook hella hard when I reached out to push the letter through the mail slot.

And... I dropped it. Dang it! So clumsy! But wtvr! No good crying over spilled milk! Instead, I had to figure out a way to bend down and pick up the letter without ripping my sweatpants. I wanted to get out of here so bad, but I knew I couldn't rush things. Prevention is better than cure, right? So, I turned around! Facing the street, my bubble butt couldn't be seen from the road. At least, that was something! #HandleWithCare

And then I heard a noise behind me! Oh shoot! The door was opening! The neighbor must have heard the noise on the porch. This was terrible! It sent me into a tizzy, but I didn't react as expected. Instead of running away, I stayed put. Can you believe it? I was frozen on the spot. The paralysis was real!

ICYMI, my neighbor stared right at my bent-over booty. In my position, my bootylicious butt bulged out! As a result, the fabric was stretched so thin that it was almost see-through. But that wasn't the worst of it! My cameltoe was showing! After my plump pussy had been grabbed countless times, my labia were extra large and super swollen. #PublicArt

FYI, the neighbor wasn't just anyone, but my father's best friend. His name was Ray, and he was a red-blooded male in his late 40s with a scruffy look and long beard. Since he had never married, he lived alone. So at least, I didn't have to worry about a wife seeing me slut it up like that. Phew! Plus, he wasn't the type to gossip with the neighbors, so I was on the safe side here! Thank God!

The feeling when I remembered that Ray wasn't the sensitive type who got easily triggered. I visibly relaxed until I realized that I stayed in position longer than necessary. This was wild! Even though the sitch was high-key dangerous, it was also hella thrilling. So, it made my pussy throb extra hard! For a sec, I was afraid I might leave a wet spot in my white pants. I bet my neighbor would have loved seeing that. A hundo p! #DangerousButGood

"Oh, Holly! Nice to see you again." My dad's best bud finally greeted me. "I noticed you've been back in town for a while now."

OMG! You got that right, guys! My neighbor was talking to my butt as if it was the most normal thing in the world! So unreal! For a moment, I didn't know if he was trying to cover up the awkwardness or if he was exploiting the sitch. In any case, it called the danger back to my mind, so I hastily straightened up and turned around.

"As a student you prolly ain't talk to simple folks no more!" Ray added, sounding less than friendly." You know, hard-working family friends n the like."

"Is that sweat or sumthin'?" He then asked with a look at my face.

Oh, my Holligans! You thought I faced my neighbor with a frosty glaze on my cheeks, didn't you? As if! I may be a stupid slut, but I'm not that dumb. Remember the promo material? I still had it with me! I'm not proud of it, but I had used the time when my neighbor had checked out my butt. In fact, I had scraped the sperm off my face with the brochures. At least, they were useful for once. #Marketing101

It had worked... for the most part! There was still some watery semen on my nose and around my eyelids. Those areas are hard to reach without a mirror, but OK! There was no more cum mask. That was the important part!

"Oh yeah! You're right! I've been jogging. I mean, look at my outfit. Can't you tell?" I quickly clapped back. "I just got back from my run n picked up the mail."

And with that, I handed over the letter. Frankly, I tried to keep the small talk as short as possible. Believe it or not, but I got lucky for once. My dad's best friend wasn't really interested in a chat with a strong-wiled millennial coed. So, he quickly broke off the conversation.

A short time later, I was back in front of the garage where Dicktator69 was still waiting for me. OFC, he had watched the whole scene with amusement. The entertainment must have been lit! Mosdef, it was a helluva show! #EntertainmentTonight

TBH, the pervy pledge hadn't expected me to succeed so he couldn't hide that he was impressed! Nice to know! But wtvr! It was enough entertainment for a day! The show was over! Sorry, not sorry!

To be sure, I didn't give the fratboy a chance to come up with another stupid idea. No way! Instead, I already had a plan on how to finish this silly exercise. That's why I told the fratboy I needed to throw away the advertising material b4 taking the rest of the letters to my mom. It just so happens that the trash cans are standing on the side of the house. What a coincidence, right? #TrashToTreasures

ICYMI, I walked over to the garbage cans without another glance at the street. Better safe than sorry, right? From there, I went straight into the kitchen through the back door. That way, I could clean my face b4 approaching my mother in the living room. Real smart, right?

For the win, my fashion fam! I legit slayed the training, and on top of that I sent the drill instructor packing. No need to ever hear from Dicktator69 again. Do you agree, my Holligans?

Oh wait! Hold on a sec! The bell just ran. G2G!

---Mid-term Report: Wednesday Night Smashdown---

Suh, dudes! This goes out to all my bros! Dicktator69 here! I bet you didn't expect to hear from me again, at least not so soon.

Oh well! Shit happens! Sorry to tell you, but it was me who rang the bell. Live and in living colors! I was standing on the porch, waiting to step onto the big stage. I know Hoelly thought the training was over. But come one! You're not so naïve, Chickeria! We're only just getting started, right?

Anyway, beautiful is currently busy with typical girl stuff, so I'm stepping in for an update. To be honest, it's her own fault! You keep cumming countless times like a greedy fuckpig, you gotta deal with the afterburn, right? Looks like she blacked out but never backed out! Gotta say it's fun to see the self-proclaimed independent baddie trapped by her own hoe throes (iykwim).

Public service announcement: I blatantly stole that fucking acronym from our trusty trashionista. But I hate that bullshit as much as any sane dude, so it's gonna be the last one you'll ever see me post. You betcha!

OK! Back to the topic on hand. The hot thot is lying on the bed, twitching and convulsing whenever some aftershocks hit her. No wonder! It was a big butt smashdown! So, she needs some moments to come back to her senses. Right now, the lights are on, but nobody's home. I guess the bitch got her brains fucked out. Bam!

Oh my gaaawwwd! Did I just do the most and legit write those vulgar words on the pawg blog? This is so offensive! I'm finna drop dead. Swearsies!

Admit it, bros, you read that drivel in Whorey Pie's voice, didn't you? Oops! Shame on me! But don't you worry! It was a one-time thing! I can promise you that much!

Let me get this straight! I tell it like it is because I don't wax-poetic or sugarcoat shit. I speak the naked truth - uncensored and unfiltered. In my comments, I told the bitch to be more descriptive and use more adult language, but we can all see how she failed at that. So, it's my turn now! I'm gonna give a status update for all my bros out there and it'll have a different ring to it. I mean, it's a bigger audience than our group chat, so it's a way better medium, right?

OK! Let's get serious for a second! All you Hornigans haven't seen the camel-hoe, but man you've been missing out. She's legit! Like a slam-masterpiece! The combination of striking blue eyes and sleek black hair is mad hot. All that talk about 'pawg vibes' and 'junk in the trunk' is no lie either. She's a thicc thot, for sure! By the way, it's just my taste but I don't agree with the whole too-small-tits narrative. I'm more of a buttman, so her tiddies are fine with me. I actually think the size fits her body. But of course, I'll keep up the name kink for all my bros out there because it gets a major reaction out of the bitch! All those 'Hoellys', 'Whorey Pies', and 'Pawg Hoes' make her positively champ with rage. But she's most allergic to getting called a bitch because... reasons. So, you know what I'm gonna call her from now on. You bet!

What's the phrase the booty bitch loves to use so much? Right! Her face when she realized that it was me standing on the porch and ringing the bell. LOL! Her eyes when I waltzed right past her and stepped into the living room. ROFL! Of course, she let me through without protest because we all know she wants the guy to take charge. I say the thicc thot is a classic example of the 'lady who doth protest too much'. For real!

Whatever, man! I stopped right in front of the couch where Mama DeLuca was still doting over the brofessor, showing him pictures from the family album and all that. Gotta say the big bossman got mad chill. He played right along with his old-school gentleman schtick that he got down pat. For starters, I shot him a glance to get his approval and he nodded in response. So, I knew the training was still on. Better be safe, right?

"Oh, Mrs. DeLuca, it's so great to finally meet you. I hope I don't trouble you." I addressed her mom sounding like everybody's darling. "You know, I'm a friend from college, but I'm a semester below Hoelly."

Turning around, I focused on the camel-hoe, looking right into her eyes that shone like cloudy skies after a thunderstorm. Even if her gaze had the heart-stopping power of storm, cloud, and thunder combined, I talked to her mom as if the slimthick chick wasn't even in the room (see, everybody can throw around some bullshit metaphors).

All the while, I kept eye contact with the hot thot to check out her reaction. By the way, you read that right, dudes. I actually called her by her hoe name. But I did it low-key, so it wasn't too obvious. In any case, Mama DeLuca didn't notice, but the bitch sure did. In response, her gaze began to waver between feisty and obedient. After a while, the gleam in her eyes became firm, urgently imploring me not to overplay my hand. But at the same time, the rest of her demeanor signaled that she didn't want me to stop. Contradictory, but true! That's the pawg for you! Hah!

"I'm just coming by to pick up some books for class. You know, Hoelly's already attended the course." I told the lady of the house, sounding as sweet as a pie. "She's so kind n offered to let me borrow them."

"You know your daughter, she's the best!" I added, turning my focus back to the pawg hoe. "But if it bothers you, Mrs. DeLuca, I can come back tomorrow. I live right 'round the corner, so no problem."

As I said the last words, I gave the thicc thot a scrutinizing look. This was her chance to make a choice because I gave her an out. She could take it or leave it. The decision was all hers. You see, here's the deal. The bitch didn't make it clear enough in her updates. I'm not doing anything against anybody's will. The big bossman told me this whole thing was a consensual act between the two of them, but I wanted to make sure for myself. That's why I had checked with the pawgie when I arrived in the garage. And that's why I checked again when I entered the living room. For sure, I didn't start any hardcore action until she agreed.

Nuff said! I had caught the chica off guard when I returned. So, I let her reflect on her options for a moment. Her husky eyes, however, spoke a clear language. I suppose she'd love to hate it, but she hates to love it. Now if that ain't poetic! At the end of the day, you know the answer anyway, don't you? The hot thot didn't stop anything I threw at her. Instead, she couldn't nod her head fast enough. Looks like someone's getting overzealous again!

"It's fine, mom! Just a few books. No cap! He'll be gone in a sec." The bitch informed her mother.

Told you so! We all know, Hollier-Than-Though is anything but a righteous holy-one when all is said and done. For sure, the chica loves to whine and complain and all that. But if you ask me, it's just posturing! It's clear to see that she doesn't like us dudes to pussyfoot around. She wants us to take the reins and go for it. I reckon, she does the whole pissing and moaning to rile us up. She wants to goad us, so we go fucking hardcore on her holes. That's the kinda dickdown she's looking for. You bet!