Chapter 8: Training Day
Jeff was steel reeling from Janice's balloon talk. He never imagined that just hearing Janice talk about balloons, and how carelessly she blew them and popped them, would make him so horny. He certainly never imagined that this straight-laced woman would suddenly grab his package and start masturbating him. And he also never imagined that she would suddenly stop.
But given that they had just walked through a door marked "BALLOON TRAINING ROOM", Jeff didn't think it would be long before someone or something finished what Janice had inadvertently started (and so nearly finished).
Inside the small room, they found a woman with short brown hair sitting at a desk, just starting to inflate a yellow balloon. The desk's surface was awash in bags of balloons, and right in front of her was a pile of busted balloon nozzles with shards of latex hanging from them. Bits of busted balloon littered the floor, and a few wet bits of latex stuck to the walls. There was a tiny piece of a pink balloon in the woman's hair.
Jeff knew that such tiny shards usually meant a virgin balloon that had been blown to destruction. It was obvious that the woman was training for the balloon test Janice had told him about, which consisted of blowing a large number of balloons so tight that they were within two breaths of bursting. Jeff could imagine the test, with this pretty woman blowing balloons big and tight, tying them off, and then passing them the inspector (Janice, perhaps?), who would untie them and begin blowing long, hard breaths of her own. Any balloon that couldn't be blown to destruction in two breaths didn't count. Jeff wondered what happened to the rejects, the ones that were able to take two big blows without exploding. Would the tester blow again and again, perhaps to show the newbie balloon blower how far she had come up short? Or would she unceremoniously stab it with a pin or dig her fingernails into it, the way Janice had destroyed the cum-soaked balloon in his room? Jeff felt his member warming up to try its missed shot again.
"Hi Megan," Janice said. "How's it going?"
The woman emptied her lungs, swelling the yellow balloon until it was the size of a grapefruit, then said, "Hi, Janice. I'm slogging through."
"How many are you up to?" Janice asked as Megan blew another puffy-cheeked breath into the balloon. It made a rapid and impressive increase in size.
"This is my thirty-third in a row. I did the whole 50 yesterday, but the sizes weren't quite right. Anya was helping me out, and there were a couple that took three blows to pop instead of two. That's a fail, right?" Her chest strained against her blouse as she filled her lungs, and Jeff could see the outline of her nipples against the fabric. It looked like she wasn't wearing... but no, who comes to work without a bra? Meanwhile, Megan blew another big, long breath into the balloon as she waited for Janice's answer.
"Yes, but there's a little flexibility. If you blow a couple that are undersize, they'll sometimes overlook it. Did you overinflate any?"
"Only two," Megan said brightly. "It was toward the end, I was getting a little light-headed and I wasn't paying attention. I almost jumped out of my skin when they popped! Two isn't bad, right?. When I started, I was overinflating at least ten. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, I was just blowing and blowing and blowing until I heard the bang. But I've been doing better today, I haven't had a single accidental overinflation. Anya said you can kind of tell when the balloon is ready to let go, because the resistance changes. I think I've figured out what she's talking about."
"Anya would know," Janice said. "She probably blows up more balloons than anyone in this place. She's like a machine. I was pretty good when I was a maid, but she gets through even more balloons than I did. She's not helping you today?"
"Nope," Megan said, after emptying another massive lung-full of air into the big yellow balloon. "Apparently someone had a big party in one of the suites last night, and Tammy is out sick, so Anya has to clean up the shards and blow up all the new balloons herself." Megan shifted slightly. From the way her blouse jiggled, Jeff was now positive there was nothing under her thin blouse. She wasn't as busty as Tracy (was anyone?), but she certainly wasn't flat chested, that was for sure, and he had always dreamed of a braless girl blowing big balloons for him... Oh, God, he thought. Please, don't let me jizz right now.
"Between you and me, that's no big loss," Janice said. "Tammy's useless. She won't quit smoking and she blows up balloons about as quickly as old people fuck." She glanced at Jeff. "Sorry. Insider information. Don't tell."
