Holly S Sales Training Ch 06

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

I'm dead! Correction! 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. My emotions were running wild, I swear!

Thank goodness, I had managed to pull up my sweatpants and zip up my hoodie when the Dicktator had kicked me out. Just in time! And yet, everything happened so fast that I failed 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

Believe it or not, I was staring wide-eyed at the freaking freshman! Needless to say, he didn't come to my rescue, but grinned back way too pleased with himself. The audacity was outrageous! I wanted so badly to slap that cocky smirk off his face, but I was legit paralyzed and 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? Fuck me! You're dumber than I thought!"

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

"Yo, bitch! That was just the first exercise." My drill instructor informed me. "Time for the real fun to begin! You ever heard of a cum walk?"

"Prolly not!" His chuckle turned into a sardonic laughter. "We've already established you've got air between the ears. No other way to keep a dick in there for so long! Hehehe!"

Holy smokes! I had never heard of a cum walk, but I could vividly imagine what it was all about. Whatevs! It didn't matter because 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!

"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?"

Get outta here! The swole schmuck couldn't be serious! The mailbox was mounted on a post right next to the road. That was way too risky! It was still daylight, so the neighbors could see me. Forget about it! Not gonna happen! No way I'd go there! Never ever!

But then, I grunted real loud. At first, my moan was soft, but it grew in volume until you could hear it all over the street. This was madness! I panicked and looked frantically at the houses on the opposite side. My eyes scanned 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!

Hold on a sec! 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, I swear! #LoveAndHisses

And then it happened! A door opened on the other side of the street. Oh no! That couldn't be true! 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 bestie, 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!

Not gonna lie, I held my breath, hoping to vanish into thin air. But of course, 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 be hanging out in the front yard. So, he was bound to get suspicious. Closing my eyes, I tried 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? #NeighborhoodWatch

Oh phew! He hadn't! Instead, he was just greeting me, nothing more. I got lucky for the moment! And yet, I had to respond to keep it that way. So, I raised my arm and waved at 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 jeez! The fratboy had given my pussy another squeeze! And of course, 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! I had to find a way to stop this. I couldn't just wait and look pretty!

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

I didn't even 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 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 simply throw away. But then I stopped! 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 shit's boring!"

"Time for some fuckin' 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!"

What the heck? It would be anything but awesome! It would be madness! Like running into heavy traffic with eyes wide open! Not gonna happen! This was too much!

Speaking of risks, I must admit that I wasn't entirely innocent. By now, my groans drowned out the screams of the freaking freshman. But never mind! My drill instructor didn't wait for my response anyway. 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 quick!

Oh, my guys! 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 couldn't fall on my face, not in public. That would be a spectacle, wouldn't it? What if my sweatpants ripped open and exposed my booty? That would be even worse! The embarrassment would be legit! I'd never recover from that! I'd be labeled the slut on the block, I sus! #PublicService

I had come within a hair's breadth of an accident. And yet, my nervousness remained at an all-time high when I reached my neighbor's property. But then disaster struck! There was no mailbox on the front lawn! Instead, there was a mail slot in the front door. This couldn't be real! I had to walk all the way to the front porch! #MailManProblems

But it was too late for second thoughts. So, I set off without hesitation! I actually walked all the way up the driveway with my eyes fixed on the windows. I hoped from the bottom of my heart that my neighbor wouldn't step up to the window and see me. If I could get lucky once in my life, it would be now! #LuckyCat

Sweet jeez! It was only a few steps, but it felt like a long and winding road, I swear! 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! If only my nerves had played along! But they didn't! Instead, my hand shook hella hard as I reached out to push the letter through the mail slot.

And... I dropped it. Dang it! So clumsy! But never mind! 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 there so badly, but I knew I couldn't rush things. Prevention is better than cure, right? So, I turned around! Facing the street, my bubble butt wasn't visible from the road. That was better than nothing! #HandleWithCare

And then I heard a noise behind me. Oh shoot! The door was opened! 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? Just when I bent down to pick up the mail, I froze on the spot. The paralysis was real!

And it persisted when the neighbor appeared in the doorway. He paused when he saw me standing there and stared directly at my bootylicious butt bulging out obscenely! In my bent-over position, the white sweatpants were stretched so thin that the fabric 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

To make matters worse, 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. As he had never married, he lived alone. So, I didn't have to worry about a wife seeing me slut it up like that. Phew! At least, that was something!

Although he wasn't the type to gossip with the neighbors, this wasn't an everyday occurrence but a rare event. Kinda like a once-in-a-lifetime situation! What if he bragged about it to his buddies? What if my dad was one of those buddies? And slap-bang, my nervousness escalated!

As you see, guys, my feelings were torn. On the one hand, the situation was high-key dangerous, on the other hand it was thrilling as hell. Nevertheless, the effect was clear: my pussy throbbed like crazy! It got so bad that I actually feared I might leave a wet spot in my white pants. I bet, my neighbor would have loved to see that. And yet, I stayed in the bent-over position. Dang it! #DangerousButGood

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

Oh my god! 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 awkward vibe or exploiting the situation. Whatever the reason, it brought 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 guys! You thought I was gonna face 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 my neighbor had been looking at my butt to scrape the spunk 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 jizz on my nose and around my eyelids. Those spots are hard to reach without a mirror! But it was no longer a cum mask. Definitely not! And 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. Hard to imagine, but I got lucky for once. My father's best friend wasn't really interested in chatting with a strong-willed student, so he quickly broke off the conversation.

And a short time later, I was back in front of the garage where the Dicktator was still waiting for me. Of course, he had watched the whole scene and was high-key amused about the course of action. The entertainment must have been lit! What a public parade! #EntertainmentTonight

Truth be told, the pervy pledge hadn't expected me to succeed so he couldn't hide the fact that he was impressed! Nice to know. But not important! The only thing that mattered was the fact that I had gotten out of this indecent exposure unscathed. And now, the show was over. Sorry, not sorry!

I was fiercely resolved to end the entertainment for the day. So, I didn't give the fratboy a chance to come up with another stupid idea. No way! Instead, I had already planned ahead. I knew exactly how I was gonna finish this silly exercise. That's why I told the drill instructor that I needed to throw away the advertising material before I took 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

Putting my plan into action, I went to the garbage cans without taking another glance at the street. Better safe than sorry, right? From there, I went straight through the backdoor into the kitchen. That way, I could clean my face before approaching my mom 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?

Hold on a sec! The bell just rang. Gotta go!

---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's 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 (if you know what I mean).

But let's get back to the situation at hand. The hot thot's lying on the bed, twitching and convulsing whenever she's hit by an aftershock. No wonder! That was a big butt smashdown if I've ever seen one! 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? My bad! 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 'cause 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' ain't 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 'cause it gets a major reaction outta 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 'cause... reasons. So, you know what I'm gonna call her from now on. You betcha!

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 'cause we all know she wants the guy to take charge. I say the thicc thot's 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, and he got that shit 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 safe than sorry, 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 'cause 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.