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DeepBlue89
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~ Looking for a dominant male writer to play as Rick. PM if you're interested; I'll remove this once the thread is closed.
Note: Keep in mind that while I have an idea of where I want to take the thread, that you're still free to pitch me something else you have in mind! ~
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OOC:
Characters:
Giselle: A 5'9", eighteen year old woman, straight out of high school and working at Hooters. Self-conscious of her huge breasts, she constantly has to deal with them being the center of attention. Although she seems a bit of a fiery one, she's deep down a push over. Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/wVYAEAi.jpg, http://i.imgur.com/ZPGGfRq.jpg
Rick: A sleazy pervert. He's the nemesis of her boyfriend, with his eyes set on Giselle. He plays it cool, at least at first - slowly showing his true nature as he maniputes Giselle into a very compromising position. Appearance: http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/38/e5/f2/38e5f2d176a3c49127fd2c98c4f5e04b.jpg
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IC:
"Hey! These aren't on the menu buddy! Get out of here!"
I snapped, catching yet another onlooker, just staring at my gigantic eighteen year old titties which I had somehow managed to squeeze into this skin-tight white t-shirt. Maybe it was the heat beaming down all these windows, or maybe it was the fact that my breasts were so uncomfortably pressing against one another in this shirt or maybe it was due to the fact that I had somehow failed to get into my first choice college...either way, I was pissed. So angry, in fact, that when the pervy old man didn't quit staring - instead fixating his eyes on my shirt, with H-O-O-T-E-R-S stretching hilariously across my colossal endowments - I slammed my skinny hand hard against the top of his table. This was enough to snap the old pervert to reality, chuckling as he finished his order. I walked away fuming.
Disgusting.
"Like clockwork, huh?" Elissa, my co-worker, told me. Even she, the older forty year old woman, couldn't help but sneak a peak while I was fuming. After all, with mammoth boobs that looked almost disproportional to the rest of my slim body, there wasn't hardly a soul that could not focus on them. 34GGs were their size and I couldn't believe that I somehow felt happy at first, when I hit my growth spurt about two years ago. At 32C I felt like I had room for growth, at 32D I felt incredibly hot, at 34DD I felt like a a bombshell...now at 34GGs, I felt like a big target for every fucking pervert here in the Austin area. "If I had huge fucking tits like you, I don't think I'd be working here, Giselle." Elissa said, a slight bit of laugher coming out of her mouth as she continued: "Heard some strip joints are hiring."
"Don't you start with me." I replied, turning around quickly. If this were a cartoon, I swear there would be steam escaping my ears. Elissa laughed though, watching me - the girl who was just so timid about a year ago- now ready to hurl something at the next person who made me uncomfortable.
"Fucking old perv," I said with a slight whimper "Just another ordinary day in my life."
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The day kept going and being a Saturday in the month of June, it wasn't letting up. Customers came in and out, Thankfully, Elissa took charge of orders and I was in the back, taking a short break. I took the time here to text back Cory, who was being just so supportive over the phone. I knew that I was insanely lucky to have him in my life; a tall, hunk of a man who had a heart of gold. Seriously, if there was one thing that these melons made me realize, is that a lot of guys were incredibly sleazy. I got hit on by all sorts of people - some of them even married! But Cory was a different kind of a man; he was respectful, honest, supportive and (most surprisingly of all, in this day and age) more than happy to wait until marriage. If there was one comfort in all of this, it was that I had the perfect man to keep me company...even if he wasn't technically here.
"Break's over." my manager said, tapping me on the shoulder and pointing me to go back in there. I sighed bitterly, walking away and I swear, I could feel that jackass of a boss just staring at my cute bubble butt, just slightly swaying within this pair of tight orange shorts.
If I had known who was about to order next, maybe I would have argued with my manager. Maybe I would have faked an emergency, and tell him to cut it from my paycheck. I'm saying this now, but hindsight is 20/20...
It was Rick - the jerk that had left my high school about a year ago. I know, it must not seem a big deal, but this guy was just so awful. He was always a cocky jerk; always so full of himself, to the point that I don't think it ever bothered him that he'd put people down. What I'm trying to say is that he was a bully...constantly picking on Cory, seeing as they were both in the school's basketball team. I think that he picked on my boyfriend, mainly because he had a thing for me.
Ugh, now that I think about it, the guy was obsessed with my tits, even back when I was only a 34DD cup. Now a 34GG cup, I could see his gaze, a slight shock and lust showing on his handsome gaze.
The point is that I walked towards him, trying to ignore the fact that I had a crush on this asshole, even despite my better judgment. With a notepad in my hand and a pen, I looked at him and simply said:
"Hi. Can I take your order?"
