Christmas Griswald was unhappy with her life, but no one would know that because she was so quiet. Not even her boyfriend, Josh, knew about how discontent she really was. Christmas, or "Chris" as everyone called her, was pretty good at flying under everyone's radar. She did this because she was uncomfortable in social situations and didn't feel very good about herself. She was five foot tall and still had some "baby fat" on her. Chris wasn't skinny, but she wasn't considered fat either. Her tummy wasn't lean and her thighs were a little chubby. She had dark brown hair that extended just below her shoulders and she rarely did anything with it. Whenever she did do something with it, it was usually up in a ponytail - which was commonplace whenever she left her apartment. She had kind eyes that always made her look approachable - which is something she disliked a great deal. Unlike a lot of other 18-year olds, Chris didn't have any body piercings or tattoos on her milky white complexion. She wasn't against them - she just didn't want anyone to stick her with a needle.
None of these features, however, garnered her as much attention as her breasts - which she hated. Chris only had a few bras because it was hard for her to find any that would properly fit her massive 38J breasts. They stuck out off her chest and were very noticeable - even in baggy shirts. They were the cause of much of her social embarrassment. She constantly felt like women were judging her and men were undressing her with their eyes.
Her breasts were not as perky as she would have liked either. She felt that if they were going to be that big, the least they could do was be perky - but they weren't. Chris' large breasts had a significant sag to them and extended to her belly button whenever she wasn't wearing a bra. Unless they were fake, gravity was going to do its thing whether she wanted it to or not.
On top of that, Chris had large areolas and big pink nipples. Her nipples, when erect, were about the size of a small eraser. Whenever she shopped for bras, she made sure to buy ones that had enough padding to hide them from the world.
Due to her antisocial nature, Chris rarely left her apartment unless she was going to work - which she did frequently. Chris had two jobs because her boyfriend, Josh, lost his. Joshua Clark had, up until two weeks ago, worked at MegaMart as a cashier and stock boy. He was fired from his job because of his attendance. He was regularly calling off work and making excuses for why he couldn't be there. Eventually, MegaMart had enough of this and let him go. Chris was disappointed with him, but didn't let him know this. She felt that it was better if she kept her mouth shut and got another job.
Chris worked at a comic book store and delivered pizzas. Fantasy Shop was right up her alley, as she had a lot of nerdy interests and that job fit her very well. Delivering for Sal's Pizza was not. She was required to be social and found herself forcing smiles and conversation regularly - which she hated. The pizza delivery job wasn't what she wanted to do, but she took it to help pay the bills since she lived with Josh.
The couple had been dating for six months before they decided to move in together. They had made the leap two months after graduating high school together. Their relationship seemed very strong and moving in seemed like the logical next step for them. The apartment that Chris and Josh got was modest to be kind. To be truthful, it was disappointing - at least to Chris, it was. It was a small, one bedroom apartment in a town of Meadowbrook - whose population was only around 8,000. When it was cold, the heat barely worked. When it was hot, the air conditioner barely worked. Hot water was not always a luxury the couple had. There were several mornings where Chris would try to shower before going to work and had to wash herself with lukewarm or cold water.
The walls were a dingy white, because the previous renters had smoked. The smoke stained the walls and was embedded in the carpet - which had several stains on it. Their landlord, Gary Walsh, rented to people who were desperate for a place to live, so that he could keep standards low. He knew that they needed him more than he needed them. This dynamic allowed Gary to cut costs and pad his wallet with more cash because he wasn't spending as much on necessary repairs and maintenance.
There were eight large blocks of apartments on two levels. Their apartment was on the second level of section "D". Lugging groceries up the rusty metal stairs was always a chore.
On this particular evening, Chris was almost finished with her shift at Sal's Pizzas. She had one more delivery to make before she could go home and change out of her ugly uniform. Her uniform consisted of a pair of black shoes, black pants, red and black polo shirt, and a red hat with "Sal's Pizza" embroidered on it. The uniform usually smelled like pizza after every shift.
Chris took two pizza boxes out of her old, beat up 1994 maroon Chevy Corsica. She bought it with five hundred dollars that she saved up, but her parents helped her pay for the constant repairs that it needed in order to get her to, and form, work all the time.
She approached a one story, brick suburban home with a well manicured lawn. Chris knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A tall, thin man wearing a robe sporting a terrible comb over answered the door. He smiled at her in a way that made her uncomfortable.
"18.96", Chris stated.
The man dug a wad of bills out of pocket in the front of his robe and placed them on top of the pizza boxes she was holding. She tried to hold the boxes with one arm and grab the money with the other. He took the boxes from her while she counted the money.
Nineteen dollars is what he had given her. She was disappointed, but not surprised. The tips at Sal's Pizza were a reason she wanted the job. Sal had told her about how much a "pretty girl like her" could make, but she wasn't making the kind of money he had promised her.
Chris forced a smile and said, "Thank you."
The man stopped her and said, "You know, if you want a bigger tip, you could come inside for a little while."
His offer sent chills down her spine and repulsed her. She swallowed her pride and, without saying a word, turned around and got into her car.
While she drove back to Sal's Pizza, Chris fought the urge to cry. Life was hard enough having to work two jobs to support her and her boyfriend - she didn't need to deal with stuff like this.
She had decided to tell Sal about what happened to her. Surely he would understand and have someone else deliver pizzas to this creep's house in the future.
"Are you kidding me?" Sal asked, "John was probably joking, sweetie."
Chris wasn't expecting that response and stammered, "I-I don't think he was. I think he was honest about what his intentions were when he invited me inside."
Sal sighed.
"It doesn't matter if he was serious or not. Yeah, you're not going inside with him. No woman in their right mind would do that, but offers like that are part of the job. You're going to have suck it up and deal with it if you want to keep working here. You got that?"
If Chris felt bad on the drive over, she felt even worse now. She swallowed hard and fought the lump in her throat that told her she needed to cry.
"Okay, sorry," was all she could muster before she turned around and walked toward the time clock.
When Chris got home, she walked into her living room with her head down. She barely noticed that her boyfriend, Josh, was passed out on the couch. A video game controller lay on the floor beneath him. The television screen's glare illuminating him in the dark room. Chris sighed and turned the television off. She chose not to wake Josh up and headed toward their bedroom.
It was difficult to forget what happened at her shift the night before while she was working at Fantasy Shop the following day. Chris replayed the moment over and over in her head and tormented herself further by remembering how her boss dismissed her concerns entirely. It was as if she didn't matter to Sal and her safety was of no concern to him. She was another cog in the wheel and he could care less if she worked there or not.
At least at Fantasy Shop, Chris felt appreciated. Her co-workers were all pretty nice to her and shared a lot of her interests. Time usually flew by during her shifts because she would be engrossed in conversations with them about video games, anime, or table-top gaming.
Her boss, Craig, had just finished telling her that she would be training someone new before he left the store for a doctor's appointment. Craig had a lot of trust in Chris and she knew that. She trusted him too and didn't want to screw this up. She wanted this new hire to catch on so quick that Craig wouldn't feel that his trust was put into the wrong person.
Jackson Ballard walked through the door. He was an inch shy of six foot and was stocky for his height. He was overweight, but not very round. His height helped keep his proportions in check. The only hair he had on his head was the goatee he had on his chin. The top of his head was shaved bald. Chris guessed that he was in his mid-30's.
Within the first minute of seeing Jackson, Chris had a gut feeling that she wouldn't like him. Jackson seemed cocky and she wasn't sure where that confidence was coming from. He wasn't rich or he wouldn't be working there. He wasn't famous or she would have recognized him. Without even speaking to him yet, she felt like his swagger was undeserved and off putting.
"Jackson," he introduced himself.
"Chris," she responded.
"I hear you're going to train me today. This job can't be that hard, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, not really. The only thing that's really hard is-"
