---The Breastie and the shock---
Hello everyone, it's Tia! Your fierce fashion reporter never shying away from the spotlight. As you know, I'm a hard-facts-hound! I'm not above going to the bottom and drilling down. After all, innovative investigators can't be squeamish in their hunt for the truth. They need to go where it hurts! Sometimes, that can be shocking. Other times, it can be scandalous. And that's exactly what I learned.... the hard way!
During my obedience training, I came to know a simple fact: You have to be prepared for anything at any time and any place. You can always run into an old acquaintance or family friend. And so, I was in for a shock when I encountered my father's former colleagues from the machine factory. I never expected to meet the blue-collar boomers at a gym, and least of all at the GonzoGym. But this is where we were!
To give you a little reminder: The factory had closed down years ago, but my dad still held regular reunions to keep in touch with his old colleagues, so I knew the men all too well. Let's be real, the closure of the factory had been a hard blow for all the guys. Try finding a new job at the age of 50 with a worn-out body and no computer skills. Good luck with that! While my dad found new employment relatively quickly, most of his buddies weren't so lucky. Some worked as security guards, others had part-time jobs, but a few were still unemployed. Either way, times were tough for all of them. Period!
At that moment in the gym, however, our roles were reversed. It was me who had a tough time. Fortunately, I didn't freeze when I saw the old sods. Instead, I reacted faster than a dog with a bone, jumping into the women's locker room. Leaning against the wall, I breathed a sigh of relief. What a close call! It would have ended in disaster if I hadn't pulled off such a brilliant vanishing act. After all, my outfit was so flashy that it was impossible to miss. The pink color could be seen from a mile away. Safe!
Here's another reminder, folks: I was at the GonzoGym as part of a promo tour. After modeling three gym fits, I was currently wearing a bubblegum pink v-front bra and matching leggings with a white garter belt design. The top was so skimpy that it barely covered my tremendous titties, and the pants were so tight that they showed my cameltoe and butt crack. Correction! It showed my naked ass because Chet had ripped the fabric right between my legs leaving me with a hole in my leggings. For fuck's sake!
All the more reason to stay out of sight! And so, I waited and waited some more. In the meantime, I thought about Holly's training. Chet had actually kicked her out of the garage after their sex session and closed the door behind her. Imagine that! What a sick scenario! My bestie had no choice but to run around the neighborhood butt naked. On her way, she had even seen my dad on the other side of the street! But she was lucky because my old man hadn't noticed her. To be honest, I didn't even want to picture what a fuss my father would have made! Imagine if it had been me! That would have been a million times worse. It would have literally nuked my relationship with my dad. Swear to god!
As it turned out, however, Holly had a guardian angel. And it was the same one as mine, aka our neighbor Ray. I guess it proves that we both need a strong man to get us out of a jam. Looks like that's becoming a running theme, isn't it? But whatever! When my bae finally made it to her mother's house, there was another surprise waiting for her. Just as she arrived, Chet rang the doorbell. As if nothing had happened! He acted like they were study buddies, meeting up to learn together. So ridiculous! And yet, the Dicktator helped himself to a second serving. This time, though, he banged Holly's butt in her mother's bed. And all the while, Mama DeLuca was chatting with Mr. von Stein in the living room. Can you believe that shit! It sounded insane! But it was the truth nonetheless!
Fortunately, these shenanigans hadn't happened to me. And they must never happen! Under no circumstances! Imagine my father's friends taking me home and fucking me in my old room while my dad watches his crime shows next door. The horror! He'd cut me out of his will right away. Bet!
As you see, folks, the danger was imminent. And so, I took extra time to make sure the old codgers were gone before I stepped out of the locker room. My hands were trembling as I reached for the handle. Opening the door, I was overly cautious. But I knew that I couldn't hesitate or drag my feet because I didn't want to attract any attention. So, I took heart and rushed out of the locker room.
"Hello, Theresa!" I heard a noise behind me.
Oh shit! That stopped me in my tracks! And then I recognized the voice. It made me stand rooted to the spot. Oh no! It was Otis, one of my father's friends. Fucking hell!
At first, I couldn't move. But then I forced myself to look over my shoulder. My ears hadn't deceived me. I saw two of my dad's cronies leaning against the wall next to the locker room. They had been waiting for me! The chance to escape was gone! I had been caught!
I felt hot and cold when I realized that I couldn't get out of this situation. In response, I squeezed my legs together. After all, there was still a hole in my leggings! As the boomer blokes approached me, I tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. But of course, that was totally ridiculous as I was wearing my pink outfit. Safe to say, I was screwed in every way!
When the men approached me, I asked for Ray, pretending to wait for him. Tell me again: what had I said about his help becoming a running theme? Whatever! I simply claimed that he had promised to drive me home. It was the best excuse I could make up, at least on such short notice and in such a fuzzy state. To my horror, however, the old farts informed me that my neighbor had already left. Damnit! That excuse had vanished into thin air faster than I could unbutton an overall. Meanwhile, I noticed the boomers staring at me like a piece of meat. And it made me shudder! My feelings were torn. On the one hand, my pussy was throbbing like hell. On the other hand, the geezer gaze was cringe as fuck. Bet!
"Oh, hello Theresa! That's a surprise! Didn't expect to meet you here!" The black gent welcomed me. "You're home from college? Your father never told us."
"What you're doing in this neck of the woods?" He inquired low-key concerned. "It's a skid row, not a proper place for a young lady."
"Oh c'mon, Otis! I'm old enough to decide for myself where I go for a workout. No cap!" I replied real flippant. "I'm not daddy's little princess anymore."
"We can see that! Since when you're walking around looking like a slut?" The other boomer inquired. "Looks like you're running with the wrong crowd, no matter what you say. Does your father know?"
Oh man! That kind of nasty remark was exactly why I had never liked the guy, even though he was my dad's best bud. He had always been the muscle among the factory workers as he looked like a bouncer. Now that he was getting older, he was no longer in good shape, but he still appeared intimidating. His gruff demeanor was reinforced by the fact that he spoke with a hard accent and never minced words. He was born in Poland and had come to this country as a teenager. Nonetheless, he had never lost his accent or his bluntness. As a result, he was a buttinski if I've ever seen one!
"Hello to you too, Pavel! Good to see you!" I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the accusation. "Thanks for your concern! But no, my gym fit's nothing special, absolutely not!"
"As if it matters! You're old! You got no idea 'bout current fashion!" I snapped at the geezers when I heard them huffing in disbelief. "That's what young peeps wear for yoga. It's called Brazilian body fit wear! Duh!"
In truth, I didn't want to be bitchy, but I couldn't help it. I simply hate it when my fashion style is criticized. Especially when it's done by amateurs like these working stiffs. They had no clue what was hot and what not. Hell! They couldn't even tell the difference between classy and trashy if their lives depended on it. No way, I'd let these sad sacks tell me anything. Bet!
"I may be old, but I still work harder than all the men half my age." Pavel wasn't too happy with my rebellious rebuttal. "What about you? Lazing about instead of doing honest work?"
