My deepest apology for taking so long to finish this story. Life gets in the way sometimes...
Chapter 12
"I'm tellin' ya, don't worry! It's gonna be fine!" Britnee grabbed her purse and exited the car.
"Yeah, but I just don't like the way Julie's been acting lately," Lara replied. "She's cool and everything, but it's like she knows something we don't."
Britnee bent and looked at Lara through the open door. "Boo, we got this. Ima show off my tits, Julie's gonna join me for a few songs, Ima go around the room and separate them dumbasses from their money and then I'm home. Besides, that bikini I'm wearin' tonight looks so hot on me!"
Lara smiled wanly. "Yeah... just be careful, okay?"
"Okay. Love you!"
"Love you more!"
Britnee stopped in the dressing room long enough to change into her new bikini and don a large terry cloth robe. She made small talk with Tina and a few of the girls. Someone mentioned they were interested in getting implants. Britnee shared Dr. Ritter's number but she was too preoccupied with her show to really listen.
"I'm sorry, what you say?" she looked up from her phone.
Tina shook her head. "I was sayin' tomorrow I'm having a procedure. Next time you see me, I'll be "Tina Titties"!"
Britnee smiled. "Yeah, that's great. Ummm...
"Girl, you got to wake up! You actin' all fuzzy an' shit." Tina shook her head.
Britnee blinked. "I'm sorry... I'm just focused on the show is all..."
Tina chuckled. Good luck, you're on in five. Everybody been dyin' to see them big ole titties!"
A few minutes later, the DJ began his announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen... Please welcome back to the stage one of the dancing world's newest stars! Fresh from a short vacation and boasting one of the biggest racks in North America... She's bad! She's buxom! She's downright bodacious! Give it up for BBBRRRRRIIIITTTNNNNEEEEE BBUUUSSSTTTEEEDDDDDD!!!"
To the whoops and hollers from the crowd, Britnee bounded onto the stage in a pair of six-inch heels. She pranced around the stage, skipping to the beat. Every few steps, she'd stop and strike a pose, pulling her robe open a little to tease the crowd. Halfway through the song, Britnee stopped in front of the brass pole, legs spread and hands on her hips. She looked at the horny people to her left, then te horny people sitting to her right. She gripped the rope and ripped it open, flinging it behind her, exposing her new, huge, volleyball-sized, honeydew-shaped tits to the room.
The crowd went wild! Britnee stood grinning from ear to ear. She was clad in a bikini that was a bikini in name only. The garment consisted of two half-inch wide elastic bands of shiny green fabric. The thin bands stretched from her shoulders to her crotch and barely covered her nipples or pussy.
Britnee stood, hands on hips, grinning and bouncing to the music. Her massive, round tits jiggled as she bounced. The crowd sat stunned, awestruck by the vision of such huge, firm, tanned breasts on such a tiny frame.
Britnee giggled and hooked her thumbs under the thin, shiny bands and pulled the fabric out away from her flesh before releasing them to snap back against her perfect tits.
She then began prancing around the stage, showing off her new tits to every horny person seated in front. She stopped every so often kneeling to thrust her chest into the face of one happy customer or another.
As the first song ended, Britnee stood, looking around at the eager crowd. "Ya know what," she shouted. "Fuck this!"
She slipped her hands under the elastic bands and pulled them off her shoulders, letting them fall to the floor and stood naked. With a wink, she began dancing again as the second song started.
For the next few minutes she danced for her audience and played with her tits; massaging them, slapping them together, hefting them, whatever her people requested. She picked up one of the thin green bands holding it by the ends and rubbed the stretchy ribbon between her thighs, lewdly undulating her hips as she did so.
Still holding a ribbon, Britnee knelt on the stage, legs spread, and humped the floor, bouncing her perfect bubble butt, twerking for the crowd. She leaned back, way back letting her head touch the floor. Her huge, firm tits swung to either side. She raised her fist holding the thin ribbon of fabric and whipped herself across her chest.
She jerked from the sting and whipped herself again, the fabric stinging a hard nipple. She whipped her tanned skin a few more times, jerking and thrusting er hips, moaning loudly with each stinging blow.
She giggled again and sat up, caressing her new tits as she looked around. "Tits this big, you gotta tame them! Tame them or go WILD!!!"
Britnee thrust her arms above her head and thrashed wildly on her knees. Her huge, melon-sized tits shook and swung as she danced. She then crawled to the edge of the stage and reached out to a customer who was practically drooling with carnal excitement.
"Hey, buddy," she half whispered, placing her hand on the back of his head. "Think you can tame these big, bad titties?"
Britnee jerked the man forward, burying his face in her deep cleavage. She twisted from side to side, motorboating the hapless goon.
Before she gave the man a heart attack, Britnee released him and moved to the next man, whipping his face between her tits with a vengeance. Just as she was going to pull the next man's face into her tits, a voice came booming over the PA system.
"Wait a Goddamned minute! Stop! Stop the music! Stop the fucking music!"
The music stopped. The room fell silent. Britnee stood up, frowning.
A spotlight shone on the back wall of the club. Julie Juggs stood holding a microphone. She was dressed in thigh-high black leather boots with six-inch spiked heels, a skimpy, black leather thong, a black leather bustier that lifted her enormous 9000 ccs, bowling ball-sized tits while exposing all but the bottom half of her nipples, a pair of mirror finish aviator glasses and a black policeman's hat. Pinned to her bustier was a fake police badge.
Someone handed Britnee a microphone. "Boss? What's up?"
Julie began a slow strut towards the stage."I heard there was some illegal titty activity going on in my club!"
Britnee wrapped an arm under her 4000 ccs tits and grinned. "Illegal titty activity?"
"Yeah! Like not showing the boss your new tits before taking to the stage!"
Britnee chuckled and looked down at the crowd around her. "Well then, maybe you outta get on up here and arrest me, slut... that is, if ya think you gots the tits fer it!"
She dropped the mic and crossed her arms under her tits, giving Julie a defiant look.
Julie walked between two chairs in front of the stage and stepped up. "Oh, I think I can manage..."
They stood tits to tits, glaring at each other. Britnee could feel her pussy juicing up. "So? You gonna arrest me?"
Julie grinned and stooped to pick up one of the green elastic bands that made up Britnee's costume. She stood and held it in both hands. "Oh... I think I have a better idea..."
Julie wrapped the band behind Britnee's neck and pulled the tiny blonde forward, squashing her face into her massive bowling ball tits.
"I was thinking about a Double Busty Dance Off! To celebrate your new tits!"
Britnee reluctantly pulled herself away from Julie's cleavage and giggled as she took the mic from Julie's hand. "I think that's a great idea! But first, you're dressed rather inappropriately!"
Julie put her hands to her face in mock surprise. "Inappropriately?"
Britnee gripped the front of Julie's bustier. "Yeah, like yer wearin' too many clothes!"
She ripped the bustier from Julie's body, exposing the thirtysomething platinum blonde's massive 9000 ccs tits to the crowd. She did the same to Julie's thong, feeling the wetness between her thighs. Julie whooped and flung her hat into the crowd.
"Hit it, boy!" Britne cried before droppin the mic. The music started up again as Britnee and Julie began prancing and strutting around the stage, shaking and shimmying for the eager crowd.
Tens, twenties, fifties, and more rained down on the stage as the two mega-titted strippers did their stuff. They met at the front of the stage, mashing their enormous tits together and kissing lewdly to the delight of everyone. Britnee knelt and lifted her tits to some lucky bastard to kiss as Julie bent at the waist behind her and bounced her huge melons on Britnee head.
More prancing and more strutting and Julie lay down, cupped her tits, planted her feet, and pumped her hips up, undulating to the beat. Britnee took a knee over her face and lowered her pelvis millimeters above Julie's mouth. After a minute of faux pussy eating, Julie rolled over onto her elbows and knees. Britnnee took an elastic band and began whipping Julie's firm round ass.
The danced and kissed and twerked molested easch other's tits for the next twenty minutes, stopping occcasionally to motorboat any willing customer lucky enough to be close to the stage. Asa finale, the two ultra stacked sluts did double backflips, landing spreadeagle on the stage hand held high, massive chests heaving and bouncing.
The room exploded with a standing ovation. More money rained down on the busty pair as they grinned and shook their huge tits.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for Britnee Busted and Julie Juggs! Wow! That was amazing! Give it up!" The DJ cried. "Next up, Velvet Rose and her fat 34 EEs of silicone-enhanced fun!"
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"Whoo! That was fantastic!" Julie shimmied and closed the door to her dressing room. "Have a seat. I'll make us a drink."
Britnee sat, bouncing on the edge of Julie's sofa. "Damn, that was fucking hot! I got so worked up, I could run a marathon!"
Julie joined her and handed her a glass. "Drink up. It'll help calm you down."
Britnee sipped and, sat back, grinning at her coworker/boss. "Thanks. Shit! We blew the roof off the joint! I mean, didja see them mooks out there? There aint a dry seat in the house!"
