Chapter 06
---The Breastie and the Dawgs---
Hello everyone, it's Tia! Your fierce fashion reporter with another deep dive. As you know, I'm an industrious investigator who digs deeper. And so, I wasn't done researching the different types of marketing. So far, I had focused on the existing customer base, but it was time to broaden the perspective. So, I tackled the topic of market development to find out how to target new customers.
Before I was able to start this project, however, I first had to solve an urgent problem. I had to find my way back to the mall. Remember, I was standing in a carwash bay wearing a soaked, see-through green crop top, tiny skintight black wetlook booty shorts, and sky-high black matte platform boots with 7.5" heels and 3.5" platforms. A saucy head-turner of an outfit? Absolutely! A suitable pair of shoes for long walks in public? Absolutely not!
And so, I became frantic as time ran out. What was I supposed to do? In this outfit, I could hardly ask the staff at the carwash without making them suspicious, nor could I stand on the street to hail a cab without attracting unwanted attention. I was out of options! But things got worse! The situation escalated when the roll-up door opened. Oh fuck! The staff had discovered me! They were about to throw me out or call the cops or whatever!
I was in full panic mode! But there was no way I could hide. My eyes grew wide! There were no employees. Instead, a gray minivan pulled into the wash bay. Where did it come from? And what was it doing here? When the van came to a stop, the driver rolled down the window and stuck his head out. It was a young guy about my age.
"Hello, lady! How ya doin'? Welcome to the banger bus!" The youngster greeted me with a bright smile.
What the fuck? The guy seemed to know me. That confused me because I had no clue who he was. But then again, I had met so many new people lately that it was hard to keep up with all the different faces and voices and all that. Consequently, I became even more confused when the side door opened. Three more guys jumped out and greeted me enthusiastically. Indeed, they knew me! It was the group of greenhorns who had inspected and labelled my pussy. Holy shit! I had hoped never to see these phony punks again. Correction! I had never seen them, so I had actually hoped they'd never see me again.
Anyway, I was finally able to check them out and found that they were all in their early twenties. My hunch had been correct! Not only were they young, but they also looked like a cross between wannabe gangsters and jersey shore loudmouths, so the term 'wangsters' was a perfect fit. Definitely so!
And then I had to laugh. The absurdity was too much. This was no fucktruck, it was mom's minivan! Can you imagine? It made the boys look even more ridiculous! I bet they were dealing weed in their posh neighborhood, feeling like real tough guys while living their lives all sheltered and protected. Coming from humble beginnings, I had grown up under opposite conditions. That's why I couldn't stand these type of wannabe thugs. Not at all!
"Told cha, dawgs! The booty's hot but the rest's hotter! She's a banger n ya can't teach that!" The guy with the white basecap exclaimed.
Oh god! The loudmouths sounded like they had bets on what I looked like overall. They probably had money on my hair color or even my cup size! So objectifying!
"Then it's good the banger boys are in da house!" The guy wearing his basecap sideways replied with a hammy gesture.
And with that, the wangsters informed me that they had spent more than 300 bucks in the Vonderstore. That was why Mr. von Stein had promised them an extra special service. Since I hadn't returned in time, the boss had gotten impatient and sent them looking for me. How nice of him! But surely not out of pure charity. As if it mattered! All that mattered was the result! And since these wannabe tough guys were already here, they could play cab and take me back to the mall in their minivan. That was better than nothing!
But stupidly, the boys didn't let themselves be fobbed off so easily. Instead, they continued talking trash. And I can assure you that I had zero nerve for that bullshit! It had been a long day, and I was exhausted, so I wasn't playing along. My lack of cooperation didn't make things any better, though! Quite the contrary! The wangsters responded by calling my boss and putting him on speaker. As I said, real tough guys!
"Hey, pumpkin! Good to hear from you. I was getting worried. What took you so long?" The Vonderowner greeted me over the phone. "Looks like you found some fans! Ain't that great? Everybody knows you millenitards can't have enough followers. So you don't wanna let them down, do you?"
"Remember, sweet cheeks! You said your ass was for sale to regular customers. That was a helluva motivation for your fans." He elaborated. "Damn right! The boys became members of the Vonderclub. They're regulars now."
Oh jeez! That left me dumbstruck! I felt totally misunderstood. I hadn't meant it that way! My remark about regulars had been nothing more than a throwaway line. In fact, it wasn't supposed to be taken seriously! But on second thought, I can see how it could be misinterpreted. And I oops!
"Gotta say, pumpkin, you've got our motto down pat. 'Sex sells'! Damn straight!" The old-ass owner praised me. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little bit proud how well you're doing as a promo puppet."
"So I've decided to expand your foray into the marketing department. Time to spread our slogan to reach new customers. Hell yeah!" He continued. "But don't you worry your pretty little head, blondie! The boys will help you do it. Have fun!"
And with that, the patriarch hung up. What the fuck? He caught me on the wrong foot! I didn't expect that! And yet, his compliment reverberated in my head. And we all know that I'm a sucker for praise. For this reason, I wanted to prove my boss right. I was determined to show him that he had backed the right horse. I was going to slay this marketing campaign. No doubt about it!
"So again! Welcome to the banger bus! Badaboom, badabang, let's get in the van!" The guy with the backwards basecap interrupted my train of thoughts.
And with that, the special service had begun. And I had brought it on myself. My silly saying was turning into reality! In the future, I must be way more careful with my words. For the moment, though, I had to deal with the consequences of my actions. But first, I had to get my feelings under control, because the term 'banger bus' made me cringe. I understood the innuendo all too well! I'm not that stupid! On the contrary! The endgame was clear!
And so, I found myself in the minivan. With their sweatsuits and basecaps, the boys were dressed so similar that I could barely tell them apart. That's why I didn't even ask their names. If I had learned one thing from the 'booze-n-bitches' party, it was that anonymity cranked up the impact of exhibitionism, making it that much nastier. This was some real kinky shit!
Whatever! There was a fatboy sitting across from me and he slammed the door shut as soon as I sat in the back seat. Since he wore a basketball jersey with 'Real One' written on it, I simply used it as his name. With the door closed, the driver sped off. He was the only one without a basecap, probably because he wanted to show off his manbun, so I called him Bunboy. That left two guys who were sitting to my left and right. One was incredibly thin, earning him the name SlimJim. The other wore a shirt in snakeprint and a matching cap turned sideways, so I named him Sidewinder. And that must be enough of an introduction. Full stop!
But here's what really matters: The guys around me couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Instead, their greasy paws were on my thighs as soon as my butt hit the seat! And those sticky fingers didn't remain on my legs for long. Real quick, the wangsters moved their paws up until SlimJim's fingers were on my pussy and Sidewinder's hand cupped my titties. They didn't even ask but treated me like fair game right away.
