It had been a while since I got laid; too long in fact and I was fit to be tied. Work presented no opportunities as of late with the added enhancement of a nasty rumor circulating about me and Holly, (See: Dirty Dawg: Big Tit Derby) one of my coworkers in the mail room. There was some truth to the rumors however as Holly and I had engaged in some X-rated follies one Saturday afternoon. Her husband Derbin, a perpetual underachiever had lucked into a job at U.P.S bringing stability to their usually turbulent household and an abrupt end to whatever it was we were developing.
I managed to hang onto a tenuous friendship with Holly more out of ego than anything of true substance. I was actually coveting her massive breasts and the fact that she'd denied me the opportunity to pound the living shit out of her using Derbin's employment status as a caveat whether we'd get physical or not. That being said, I didn't seem to have any options around the office. It seemed like Human Resources was intent on hiring the most unfuckable women possible. I know how this sounds, but I'm distinctly particular about where I put my penis.
Friday Evening, 6:58 PM
It was the end of my shift and I was suffering the effects of an eight-hour bout of acute Blue Balls. Holly was parading around the office in a form fitting wife beater that accentuated her gargantuan bust in the most abusive manner possible for all the poor male and lesbian employees. She'd even left a few buttons undone treating only the bravest of us to a view of her cavernous cleavage. Holly put on a few pounds since we'd hooked up with everything appearing to land in her tits and hips. It was all I could do not to cop a feel considering our past. Holly was a true country girl with a solid frame built for power and prone to brawling as one overzealous coworker discovered after exposing himself to her. She was wearing a pair of jean print leggings that added to the visual offense seemingly disappearing into the crack of her chunky, looking butt.
"Checking me out?"
"Uh, I take the fifth Holly." I replied salty after noting the smirk on her round face which still reminded me of a living cabbage patch doll.
"What's the matter; not getting enough on the open market?"
"Like I said before, I'm taking the fifth."
"You're sounding a little put out honey; we still good and all so I don't know why you're copping an attitude." There was a light glibness to her voice that told me she knew the reason behind my attitude. She seemed willing to stock the fires of a pending argument but I wasn't going to let her off that easy.
"It's been a little slow lately but I'm good; sorry about the attitude." She stood there with a half-smile frozen on her face not knowing what to do since I apologized.
"I was there before, it can get a little grating at times but lately Derbin's been beating the wheels off my pussy like it's going out of style." The joyous tone in her voice added to the uncomfortableness of our exchange.
"Yeah, is that right?"
"Sure it is, the other day I woke up after he jerked off all over my titties; I was a little pissed cause of the mess but he fucked me so hard, I forgot about why I was even mad." Holly, how shall I put this? The young lady originally from Tampa Florida proper, lacked a few social graces.
"So, he's on the Viagra now?" She did a double take at my question not realizing I was ribbing her.
"Fuck you talking about; this is all the Viagra he needs!" Holly cupped the undersides of her breasts jiggling them inches away from my face.
"Sure." I replied sarcastically.
"You're just jealous honey; Derbin's taking care of business every day." Her voice faltered a little signaling that I'd managed to throw her a little bit off kilter.
"I didn't ask." I reminded.
"You can't handle this; you're just mad." Her comment doubled my resolve to give her nothing.
"We both know I can; I gotta go Holly. Tell Derbin to jerk one off on those big ass titties for me too." I took the liberty of slapping her right butt cheek on the way out of the office as she gasped.
It was a gamble considering Holly had already pummeled two guys in our office and miraculously still retained a job. I ducked into the bathroom just in case Holly changed her mind for a piss break before stepping out in the corridor to find her clocking out. My gaze travelled down to her expanded rear as I noticed that Holly was wearing a thong.
"You clock out yet?!" I found my boss Martha, standing uncomfortably close behind me looking like she wanted to take me out.
"I'm about to."
"Not yet, I need you for a little overtime; come with me."
"Not even gonna ask are you ma'am?" I'd had enough of Martha raking me over the coals for the past few months ever since I'd made a target of myself after commenting on a photo of her daughter. It was sitting on her desk catching my attention as I made a few ill-advised calls thinking Martha was out to lunch. I was setting up an evening excursion making the mistake of describing the young college age student's prominent breasts. I'd failed to notice Martha standing in the corner taking in everything I'd said. I'd always wondered why I hadn't been fired those six months prior.
"I'll ask you if you'd like to be looking for another job by Monday morning."
"No ma'am."
Her threat was clear and I made a mental note to start looking for another job as soon as possible. I didn't like anyone having something to hold over my head. I was tired of looking at the rough-hewn forty-seven-year-old and fed up with her standoffish attitude which extended to everything she was in charge of in the office. Martha led me down to a sublevel which the company used for storage all the while talking at a mumble which left me clueless. It was her style I guess and it rubbed people the wrong way ninety percent of the time. Martha had this sort of oval shaped face in which the features on it appeared to be distorted giving her the look of a woman aged well beyond her years. Her wide flaring nose and thick lips served to make her eyes look smaller than they were along with what could be described as freckles or black heads dotting her cheeks. She wore her hair in long afro-centric braids drawn up into a jagged ponytail neck of hear the back of her scalp. Her body appeared blocky and masculine obscured under an extra-large collared, short sleeved business shirt and matching loose fitting pants that appeared a size larger than she required. People joked that she looked like she worked for UPS from Hell and the large, bulky work boots on her feet. I sometimes joked that she looked like Morgan Freeman's evil sister or something. It wasn't so much that she was unattractive, it was just that she appeared to be perpetually lost in thought when she wasn't being an absolute bitch to her employees.
Martha directed me to move a large number of boxes around in anticipation of a pending company wide audit. These boxes were not light by any means and a lot had been down there for years leaving my hands and shirt covered with a considerable amount of dirt. I was wearing a white long sleeved Adidas shirt and jeans which ended up soiled and Martha could've cared less as she stood back admiring my handiwork.
