Tollia in Vonderland Ch. 01
---Premise---
*This is the sequel to Holly's Sales Training and Tia's Bucket List. It combines both characters and the blogs become a podcast. Central themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex. It's set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. This story plays with clichés and stereotypes in a satirical, ironic way. It shouldn't be taken too seriously or extrapolated to real life. The characters' actions and statements don't reflect the author's opinion. They're not intended as generalizations for any group of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.*
---The Boomer Buzzkill: Viva Las Vonders---
Alright, all you hot dolls and sharp dressers, welcome to the Vonderland! This is Frank von Stein, laying down the skinny on the latest in the world of fashion and floozies. And when I say floozies, I'm talking about our very own Holly DeLuca and Tia Blake. I bet you're intimately familiar with Tollia as I like to call them. You see, I simply lump them together for convenience, 'cause in the end, they're the same kinda snowflakes melting in the same store, if you know what I mean.
Let's be real, everyone, on your hunt for the gals' next 'sexcapades', you've been digging through their blogs -- or whatever these new, fancy-pants online diaries are called. So, how do I say this without hurting any feelings? I got bad news for you! The fine foxes wrapped up their gap semester, packed their bags and hightailed it back to their cushy, little college town to hit the books again. Would you believe it? That was the curtain call for their digital journals - the 'Trés Chic Tales' and the 'Breastie and the Blog'. As always, you just can't count on these young'uns. So, take a wild guess who's taking over the mantle? You got that right: yours truly!
Now, I know you were hoping for those horny, young hotshots to serve you the inside scoop, but instead you're stuck with a crusty old coot. Gotta sting, huh? I get it! I'm not exactly the first pick to run a blog and tell everyone what they need to think. But you gotta go with the times. It's all about viral marketing and all that hoopla these days! But don't sweat it, I'll give you a fresh take and you got a front row seat to all the action. So, stick around! My brand of commentary will be right up your alley. No more mindless jibber-jabber and dumb speak, just facts and blunt talk!
Before I give you the hot scoop, though, let me take you down memory lane for a quick reminder. I'm the big cheese at Vonderstone, and the ditzy duo worked as interns at my fashion company. Last year, they took a little detour and crash-landed in one of my stores to get some 'hands-on' experience as sales gals. But who's a stickler for details, right?
Speaking of details, we're already knee-deep in the gals' resumes. Over the course of their internship, they picked up a few more 'skills' than the company handbook covers. Let's just say, they broadened their horizons on a personal level, if you know what I mean.
First up, we got Tia. She's a 21-year-old fashion design major with a minor in journalism who discovered a taste for wild rides when she got involved with the store manager, otherwise known as my son Matt. Not gonna sugarcoat it, she's not into basic sex. She's into the whole shebang -- objectification and exhibitionism with a side of taboo. You name it, she does it, that's her jam!
Next up, we got Holly. She's 22, same major but with a minor in sales management. She used the time at the store to snag herself the top prize: again, yours truly! And she's just as freaky as her 'best bae' with a habit of throwing fits like nobody's business. Whenever she gets her hackles up, she wants a real man to lay down the law and set her straight. Bottom line, she's a brat who wants a Dom to keep her grounded. And who am I to turn down a dame when she's pleading so sweetly? Of course, I'm on hand as the brat tamer.
But enough with the college drama! Let's dive into the juicy parts: the ladies' looks - no holds barred. Tia's a pint-sized princess at 5'2" with long blonde locks and eyes as blue as the summer sky. She's flaunting natural 32DDs and enough pink to make the '60s blush. Everybody knows the type, right? The dame who's all smiles and hugs. That's Tia for you, the type of tart who shoves her tits in every man's face as a greeting. Sure as shooting, she's got that whole 'bubbly blonde' bit down pat. It earned her the title of billboard barbie around the company and it's more than deserved. No two ways about it!
But here's the kicker: she acts like she's above it all, rolling her eyes at pink outfits and scoffing at the word bimbo. Like she's fooling anyone! Guess she's taking this whole denial doll thing a bit too literal. But the best part? It's a real knee-slapper watching her go on and on about feminism like a broken record when you know her true feelings and actual smarts. What a riot!
Okay, time to take a closer look at Holly - a sassy siren at 5'7" with an athletic frame, jet-black hair, and silky olive skin. When it comes to tits, she's totally outclassed, rocking only B-cups. On the flip side, though, she's packing a killer caboose. And that bubble booty's not just for show. She's all about that 'PAWG life', which is dumb speak for 'junk in the trunk'. Sure as taxes, she loves the butt stuff, whether it's a good spanking or parking in the rear. When Tia's mad about pink, Holly's going hog-wild for glitz. Picture a mob wife strutting around like a walking disco ball in animal prints and flashy bling. She actually fancies herself a high-class glamour queen and makes it a point to call herself a 'fierce fashionista'. That shit always cracks me up!
Gee whiz! Now that I think about it, there's more differences than meets the eye, though they're still both fashion floozies to the core. And they've got another thing in common. After their 'sexperiences' during their gap semester that college town turned out to be as dull as dishwater - a real bumfuck backwoods place -- far too small and boring for the horny hussies. They couldn't stick it out for more than a couple of months before they came slinking back, tails between their legs. Looks like they weren't done exploring the art of allure, if catch my drift.
So, they showed a rare flash of smarts and figured out a workaround. They switched universities and enrolled in a distance learning program. Apparently, they can transfer all their credits and wrap up their senior year with online courses. And the cherry on top? Those online courses are in the evenings, so they can keep earning money.
And where do you think they applied for jobs? Right again, folks! They wanted to rack up more hours at Vonderstone. So, who am I to throw a wrench in their plans? But you know what they say: Once bitten, twice shy! So, I set some conditions before hiring back those snowflake slackers.
When they get that permanent gig, they're no longer interns, they're pulling in a steady paycheck. But it's no small feat paying these money-grubbing selfie addicts the sky-high fat cat salaries they're demanding, otherwise known as minimum wage. The dough gotta come from somewhere, right? So, the dizzy dames gotta do their part to earn their keep, and you know how flakey these clout chasers can be nowadays. The key to success is simple: keep them on their toes, make sure they stay sharp!
Now, take a wild guess what happened. Even with these stiff terms, the fine foxes were dead set on landing the job, so I figured I'd milk that drive for all it's worth. After all, they were willing to 'literally' work their asses off. That's some hustle you don't see often in their generation. Fat chance!
I guess I'm not bursting anyone's bubble when I tell you the most solid part of their internship was their blogs. These online diaries weren't just a hoot, they were a smash hit for the company, pulling in loads of traffic. Of course, our spoiled snowflakes used aliases -- they're not that stupid! So now, there's a full-blown online hunt to track down the real store and find the actual gals. And ever since, our customer base has grown, though almost exclusively among gents. But who am I to complain? As the top dog around here, I'd be a fool not to cash in on that, right? So, here's the first condition: the Tollia tart's gotta crank out a new Vonderblog to keep the brand buzzing.
But wouldn't you know it, that's where the trouble started. Looks like the broads are in their 'we're-too-cool-for-blogs' era now. Our instant gratification junkies wanna upgrade to a podcast, 'cause apparently, typing's for chumps now. They've got 'important stuff' to say, unlike all those other wannabe fashion influencers out there.
Naturally, I'm not bellyaching about it. Let's face it, the double dose of pointless fashion ramblings gave us all a headache, right? We all know the fashion floozies can gap until your ears fall off, so I figured it'll be a riot hearing them go toe-to-toe, squabbling over who's wearing sluttier outfits or who's the bigger sub. There's gonna be some hilarious hot takes! So, who am I to deny this wish if it stirs up even more hoopla? But of course, I had to wrangle two more concessions for granting our fancy flappers this favor. You'll see, and I promise you'll dig it!
So, here we go! It's after hours and the Tollia tarts are sitting in the Vonderstore office. Apparently, you need all these fancy gadgets these days. Back when I was young, we just had a soapbox and a bit of elbow grease. But have it your way! Matt's set them up, so the hotshots are ready to roll. Sure as death, they look a tad nervous, but I'd bet they'll get right into the groove the second they start jabbering.
---Chic & Freak: How to combine fashion, freaks, and fun---
Tia:
Hey, everyone! It's Tia, your fierce fashion reporter, taking you deep inside the world of fashion. I know, it's been a hot minute since my last report. In my defense, though, a lot has happened. And guess what? I've got some backup for this new format -- no more flying solo!
