Good Girls is based off the NBC television show of the same name. This is a parody. I don't own any of these characters. All characters are over the age of 18.
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(Summary: The series follows three suburban mothers, two of whom are sisters, as they struggle to make ends meet. The ladies come up with an unlikely plan to rob a supermarket, only to discover it's a front for money laundering by a Mexican gang. Although their robbery was successful, the owner of the supermarket recognizes one of the women who happen to be an employee at the very same supermarket. The following scene takes place a couple of days after the infamous robbery. Annie's sister Beth arrives at her apartment after she found out her husband has been having an affair. Beth isn't the only unexpected guest that visited Annie that night. The story is a modified version of that night's events)
Annie was settling in on the couch in her nightwear, which was a pair of boy shorts and a derogatory graphic t-shirt when she heard a knock on her door.
"Beth! If this is your sleazy husband, I'm telling him to kick rocks," Annie shouted towards the back room.
Her sister Beth was in the shower trying to wash away and forget about her dirtbag husband Dean. She stood in the shower motionless as the warm water cascaded down her shoulder-length golden locks and voluptuous, naturally large breasted body. She knew after being married for over a decade and four kids that her marriage was loveless. After the birth of their youngest daughter five years ago, the sex in their marriage came to a halt, and Beth couldn't understand why. It wasn't that much of a shock to her to find out her husband was having an affair with a younger, surgeon made blond Barbie doll. It made her angry enough to leave the house and head over to her sister's to stay the night.
Annie opened the door to find her deplorable boss from the supermarket Leslie Petersen also known as Boomer at her front door.
"Now is not a good time. What the fuck are you doing here this late at night?" Annie said
"Make time, Annie. You may want to hear what I have to say," her boss informed.
Annie was picking up some uneasy vibes from her douche bag boss. She could feel his little-perverted eyes looking her up and down. The nipples on her small breasts were transparent through her white shirt with a middle-finger graphic design on it, as she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Alright, fine, but make it quick," Annie agreed and allowed her Boomer into her apartment.
"What I have to say might be quick, but I can guarantee you, we're going to be in for a long night," Boomer said with smug confident.
"I don't even know what that means, so just get to why you're here?" an irritated Annie demanded.
"I know it was you who robbed the supermarket the other day, so cut the shit and confess."
Boomer's bombshell accusation shook Annie.
"First off, that wasn't me. Secondly, don't falsely accused me of a crime in my own home, and lastly, get the fuck out before I kick your ass and you lose the best damn employee you have," demanded a fuming and in denial Annie.
Boomer chuckled, as he pulled out his cell phone and showed Annie a familiar photo of a tattoo.
"While you were robbing my safe, I recognized the lower back tattoo. Then while you dumb bitches weren't looking, I took a quick snap of your tat on my phone. Only the work of unprofessional and sloppy crooks could be that stupid and careless," Boomer informed. "Now if you're thinking about rushing me and taking my phone so you can smash it, go ahead. I have the photo on a backup drive on my personal computer. I'm sure the police might be very interesting in this little piece of evidence I happen to have on my phone."
As Boomer was making his way towards the door leaving Annie petrified and perplexed, Beth emerged from the back room dying her hair off with a towel and wearing her favorite pair of silk maroon pajamas.
"Oh my lord," the scruffy supermarket manager indistinctly blurred out loud, as his eyes soaked in the sight of Annie's voluptuous curvy sister. His cock started expanding in his jeans at the jaw-dropping sight of her Beth's classic hourglass figure and mammoth swaying breasts.
Boomer knew Annie's sister had extremely large breasts, but he has never seen them without the support of one of her heavy-duty industrial-strength H-cup brassieres. Beth's breasts kept their full rounded bulbous shape, jutting proudly from her chest like a couple of torpedoes with a generous amount of sagging that confirmed they were real and heavy. He always lit up around Beth and went the extra mile to make her shopping experience the best and most memorable, in which Beth found very creepy. Afterward, he would lock himself in his office and jerk off with the mental image of Beth and her giant-sized melon-shaped jugs, hidden beneath whatever sweater or blouse she decided to that day to the grocery store.
"Is there a problem here, Annie?" Beth asked curiously.
Annie just stood frozen and appalled at her sleazy bag boss who just presented her with evidence of the supermarket robbery.
"There doesn't have to be, Beth. There doesn't have to be a problem at all if you want to keep your little sister out of prison for armed robbery. That carries a 15-20 year sentence once convicted," Boomer informed Beth.
"Pardon me? Are you accusing Annie of armed robbery?" said the curvaceous beauty, acting as if she didn't have a slight idea.
"He knows Beth," Annie confirmed and sighed. "And he has photo evidence on me. So this is my problem to deal with and handle. Just go sleep in my room for tonight."
