---The Breastie and the clock---
Hello everyone, your favorite fashion reporter is back! And I brought more facts than you can handle! Promise! The last sexventure ended with a real shocker and I needed a break to process everything that happened. So, believe me when I tell you that I'm sorry you had to wait again. It's not going to turn into a habit! Pinky swear!
Anyway, an investigative journalist needs time to research. I didn't want to be caught with my pants down again, so I prepared a lot more diligently for my next sexploration. This time, I made sure to be the main character in my story. But I had a hurdle to clear before I got the chance to cross my next kink off the bucket list. And it proved to be quite the obstacle because I had to work against the clock.
But first, let's circle back to the scene at the alumni apartment. Remember, I had been on a mission to find out what had happened at the Vonderstore between my bestie Holly and Matt's top bros. Instead of telling me the story, however, the fratboys made me relive it in all its gory detail. In the end, the arrogant alumni even wanted me to give up my ass for them, which I politely declined. So, they tossed my clothes out the window and kicked me out of the apartment.
So, here's the cliff note version of what happened when I was standing butt naked in the hallway. My skin was burning so hot that I was afraid it would melt any moment. At the same time, my pussy was throbbing hard as hell. After descending the first flight of stairs, I almost stopped to finger my clit and chase that well-deserved orgasm. Only, the risk of getting caught kept me from doing so! But it was close, real close!
In the end, I had to run around with my legs pressed together. Like walking on egg shells! Stepping out of the house, I quickly found my clothes on the front lawn. I could see the lighted window and the three filthy fratsters watching me. But I had no time to lose! Turning around, I wanted to rush back inside to get dressed in the hallway. At least, the building offered a bit of protection from unwanted glances! But the door was faster than me, as it was self-closing. Damn my luck!
Full of panic, I looked around. The street was barely lit, and no cars were passing by, at least not at that moment. Nevertheless, I ran around the corner of the house to get away from the windows. On the way there, I suddenly heard a car approaching. Fuck this shit! I frantically jumped behind a bush to hide. What a desperation move! Crouching down, I hectically put on my jeans and top, even though it was torn to shreds. I didn't even clean the cum off my boobs, so the white fabric stuck to my titty skin, immediately becoming transparent.
Truth be told, I was so scared that I couldn't really think straight. There was no way I wanted to get spotted by a pair of headlights and be exposed to a stranger. So, I waited until the vehicle had driven off before I rushed down the driveway and went straight to my car. Real quick, I got in and sped off. Only when I stopped at the first red light did I realize that my face was still covered in cum. Shocker!
Can you believe it, folks? I was sitting in my car on a public road with a cumface! So, what did I do? I didn't scrape the drying spunk off my cheeks. Instead, my hand shot between my legs. I couldn't help it! I fingered myself to an earth-shattering orgasm right there at the traffic light. The signal turned green, but I didn't go. Instead, I stood there for another red period until I finally came back down to earth. Just imagine if a cop car had stopped next to me. The mind boggles!
Anyway, the whole sexventure had proven one thing. Matt is a lot of things, but he's not the responsible type of guy to be trusted with a role as Dom or mentor. He's more of a laid-back slacker with no desire to engage in a significant long-term relationship. He's a hunter focused on the thrill of the chase, but that's where it ends for him. Sloth style, not Dom style, that's his thing!
For me, it's clearer than ever that this is my personal journey! First, I need to figure out what I want and what I don't want. And that's where my bucket list comes into play. Only after I find my true self, I can focus on relationships and stuff like that.
---Nudy makes moves---
Before I could focus on myself, I had to clear up a few things with Holly. It was too much to simply sweep it under the rug. Now that I knew all the details, I was mad as hell! And that's why we got into a heated argument... but not what you think, folks! There was no bitchfight with hair pulling and mud wrestling, it was a savage slanging contest instead.
My frustration with Holly wasn't without effect. I needed compensation and I found something that worked like a recreational activity. As a result, I focused more and more on my appearance. I started wearing heavier makeup, to the point that I applied mascara, highlighter, and contour on the daily. Eventually, I went for smokey eyes and long, fake eyelashes whenever I went for a night out. Have you ever heard about work-life-balance, folks? For me, it's all about the balance between stressors and resources. My arguments with my bestie and fights with my family are the stressors, my beautification and sexploration are the resources. And I have to keep both sides in balance. Makes sense, doesn't it?
But of course, my saucy style didn't remain unnoticed, neither by customers in the store nor the people in the mall. And I liked the effect! Their looks reminded me of the objectification I had experienced as Ditzy-the-Dummy and the memory put me in a positive mood. As it turned out, however, it wasn't just a delicate balance, but also a vicious cycle. The more I argued with Holly, the sassier I dressed. The saucier I looked, the more I got into fights with my family, which I met with more beautifications. As you see, this thing escalated quickly!
Speaking of beautifications. One day, I finally acted on something I had been flirting with for a long time. After a particularly frustrating shift at work, I desperately needed compensation and I found it in a nail salon. It was something new that didn't fit my college persona. And so, Holly was totally flabbergasted when she saw my brand-new French mani. The long, coffin-shaped nails with white tips are longer than it's practical for work. But that's intentional! I'm fully aware that it makes my clumsier and slower at all manual work like folding clothes. But then again, it makes me feel more like the dimestore doll, which sweetened my boring work routine and made the daily hassles bearable. I didn't care about those menial tasks at the Vonderstore anyway. High performance my ass! By now, my appearance was way more important to me!
Of course, the change had immediate consequences! All hell broke loose at home. My parents kicked up a terrible fuss and gave me a good scolding. My father actually went so far as to threaten to kick me out of the house if I didn't start behaving normally again. Whatever the old man means by normal! He's so far behind the times on that one! But the threat hardly worried me. My parents would never go that far. Then again, I must confess that the idea of my dad grounding me or giving me a time-out made my pussy throb. It reminded me of an item on the bucket list and made me think back to the brobang! As you see, I was ripe and ready for a new sexpedition! I needed to bang and bad!
Unfortunately, Matt didn't play along with that. As I said before, he's more of a casual Dom, so he hasn't followed up on our sexventure yet. Apparently, there's a lot going on that requires his attention taking up all his free time. Something about Yamos keggers and frat tournaments and boring stuff like that.
But at least, the machofucker pays attention to me at work. It has become our daily routine to spend the morning and afternoon breaks together, meeting in the back alley, the storage room, or the locker room. In the morning, the cocky player has me present my tits and ass before letting me finger my pussy for him. Unfortunately, he never lets me cum, keeping me horny all day long. In the afternoon, the mean mofo lets me give him a nice, long blowjob. One time, he even made me suck him off behind the cash register when there were no customers present. But then we got discovered by two fratboys. Imagine the scare it gave me! It made my twat tingle hard as hell!
At least, Holly was slowly coming around. She started to accept what was going on between Matt and me. Even though she still disapproved, she stopped interfering and let us do our thing. I got a feeling her change in attitude had something to do with the patriarch. Ever since the restructuring, Mr. von Stein came by the Vonderstore every Friday to check on sales. Before leaving, he always pays extra attention to my bae. Looks like his strict but calm demeanor suits my bestie. Let's face it, she's a rebellious and hardheaded brat and Mr. von Stein seems to be a strict Dom who shows strength through discipline without losing patience. I guess, you could call him a brat-tamer!
Accordingly, Holly and I finally sat down and talked it out. My bestie was surprisingly reflective. She accepted that she had made mistakes and admitted that it had been her fault. She accepted that she had acted like a hypocrite and had failed to put herself in my shoes. Since my bae promised to work on her temper, it was easy for me to forgive her. Everyone makes mistakes! We had been friends for far too long to fall apart over a single misunderstanding. So you see, folks, things were changing for the better.
---Nudy goes undercover---
Life returned to its regular course, becoming boring and uneventful again, until a dramatic turn occurred. I took a day off because I had a doctor's appointment. And when I returned, everything was different. The atmosphere was tense! In fact, the tension between Holly and Matt was so thick you could cut it, like literally.
Something was up and it made me queasy. I sensed it was something important, but no one told me what it was. First, I asked Holly, but she pretended to be too busy to talk. Matt wasn't an open book either. And when he didn't meet me during our breaks, I became real suspicious. Things were too mysterious. Period!
"My old man was right! You're nothing but spoiled sluts! Always gave you the benefit of the doubt, but that's over now." Matt snarled at me when I asked him. "Ain't getting my fingers burned on a pair of privileged princesses. You're more trouble than it's worth!"
Oh wow! I didn't like the sound of that! Why the hell was he talking about 'us salesgirls' as if we were both involved? I had nothing to do with the current situation. Whatever had happened, it wasn't my fault! That's why I tried to point out that Holly and I weren't one and the same. We had different opinions and made different decisions. But Matt was too upset to listen. He simply lumped us together.
