D r e s s e d for

SUCCESS

Author: Kris P. Kreme

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Dressed for Success

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Dressed for Success
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Wri(en by Kris P. Kreme

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The Breast Expansion Story Club

San Francisco - Tucson - Buenos Aires - London

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 The small roadside diner never had a chance. At least that was what most of
the locals said among themselves, away from the public. Those thoughts were not
however kept away from the public, not in any slight manner of success. Everyone
knew the diner was going to struggle just dealing with the poor economy. No one
could have foreseen the possibility that despite the economy being poor enough
to shut down the local trucking and shipping industry, despite the economy being
poor enough that more homes were foreclosed on than were built two years in a
row, and despite the fact that the economy seemed only on a steady downward spi-
ral, somehow a new business opened. Worse yet, no one in the small close knit
town could have predicted that the business in question would happen to be in di-
rect competition with the diner.

Teeters was a cheap knock off of the more popular theme restaurants which
somehow always managed to survive in poor times. The theme was the key to
their survival and Teeters theme was clearly one of the oldest and most success-
ful ways to sell anyone on a business. The old phrase that sex sells was certainly
true when it came to restaurants like Teeters, ones with nothing unique or even
well cooked on the menu but with waitresses who somehow defied gravity by tee-
tering on their high heels and barely balancing the top heavy assets every one of
them possessed.

The diner was a family run restaurant, a place everyone in town knew well, but
since everyone in town was not doing well in the economy, most of the business
tended to come in off the nearby highway. Teeters just happened to open across the
highway from the diner. No one really spoke much about where the employees
came from. Where the owner of Teeters found local girls busty enough to somehow
fill out the enormous and yet skimpy uniform tops was beyond everyone.

None were more confused about that puzzling mystery than Nikki and her
older sister Leila. They'd worked the diner under their mother since they each
graduated high school. For Nikki that was only just last year and she knew there
were absolutely no local girls 'gifted' as one might call the girls of Teeters.

The day that Nikki and Leila showed up for work and saw their mother
talking with Luke out back was one like any other lately. Very few cars dotted
their parking lot, while just visible across the highway, Teeters lot could already
be seen getting packed for the afternoon crowd.

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 "What's up, mom?" Nikki said, taking her coat off as she got closer to the two.

Luke looked over at her and Leila, his gaze seeming to last just a second too
long, the slight curl of a grin on his face setting off something uncomfortable in-
side her. She almost wanted to say something to him, to break the strange almost
zombielike look in his usual casual demeanor. Her mother spoke up first and what
she had to say was anything but expected.

"Girls, glad you're here a bit early. I have some new uniforms for you both to
wear. Luke just dropped them off and I think these might finally break the rough
patch we've been having recently."

As Nikki noticed the same strange almost overly relaxed stare in her mother's
eyes, Leila decided to speak up, her own older and more confident voice not showing
any sign that she detected the unusual air hanging over Luke and her mom.

"New uniforms? What's wrong with the ones we have now?"

"Nothing at all. But then we have to sell the customers on more than the food
now. Especially with that place across the way." Their mother was speaking rather
calmly, even mentioning the place across the way. Leila was well aware of exactly
how much her mother hated Teeters and everything it stood for. So the fact the
woman was speaking so blandly, so non-emotionally about such a place wasn't
sitting well.

"You're not suggesting we copy them are you?" Leila said, folding her arms
across her small chest.

Luke and their mother laughed suddenly and it was now when Nikki noticed her
mother not only seemed to be giggling rather girlishly, but was toying with her hair
occasionally and even seemed to be more flirty whenever she looked over at Luke.

"Why no, not at all."

Nikki had to speak up at that. "Well, that's a relief. We can't exactly compete
with the girls over there."

Leila sighed and switched balance from one foot to the other, the clouds overhead
briefly catching all four of them in shadow.

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 "I know you can't quite match up now." Their mom said. "But you will soon
enough."

"Huh?" Nikki said, looking from Leila over at their mother.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just say that Luke did some reconnaissance for me
these past two weeks and managed to find out some tips that will not only tip the
scale in our favor with the out of towners but will also change the local response
here as well, bad times or no."

Nikki wanted to ask more questions. She could tell that Leila did as well but
apparently the questions would have to wait until later. Neither of them managed
to even get a word in before their mother was ushering them in the back door and
Luke seemed to tag right along, his eyes still looking more like the leering eyes of
a stranger, rather than the boy who had grown up next door to them and who
once was almost too shy to ask Leila out to the prom.

* * *

"Okay girls, here they are. Hurry and change into them. We have a couple of
customers already out there but I believe the real crowd will arrive after word gets
out about the new look here at the diner. "

"They don't really look that different." Leila said, voicing the exact thought
Nikki had been having. It was true, the younger sister realized. The uniforms were
slightly smoother feeling, maybe having a higher thread count or silkier touch, but
they looked pretty much like the ones they always had worn. Certainly there was
nothing really special here, and nothing she saw or could imagine would compare
to the popularity of the girls at Teeters.

"No reason to worry your pretty little heads about that, girls." Their mother
said. "You need to think less and get with the customer service. If anything will
help us sell more than the menu, it's these new uniforms."

"Really?" Leila said. "Because they look…"

Her mother interrupted. "Honey, stop thinking and just strip. Put on the uni-
forms."

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 "Here? You're kidding, right mom?" Nikki said, staring not at her but at the
leering eyes of Luke who seemed to be enjoying this entire exchange just slightly
too much.

"Sure, nothing I haven't seen before. Strip, change, then you'll see what these
uniforms will do to help the old diner compete."

"But, but…" Nikki said.

Leila just bluntly voiced exactly how she was feeling. "Mom, we aren't
stripping down in front of you and especially not… him."

Their mom looked over at Luke, again a strange sense of flirting seeming to
pass between the two, and then she rolled her eyes. "Oh fine, go change in the
restroom or something. But hurry up and get out there. The customers will be
waiting. Not sure why you would mind Luke here watching though. I mean Luke
is a man now. Men deserve a little thrill sometimes. It's good for business."

Nikki and Leila simply exchanged looks of disbelief and took their uniforms to
go change. Neither said a word until they were each standing there, holding up
the uniforms and slipping them on over their heads.

"So I think mom finally has gone off the deep end, huh?" Nikki said.

"Oh, maybe not that bad. I mean she looked as though she maybe had a nip
of the cooking wine or something. Can you blame her. The diner isn't gonna last
long at this rate." Leila replied.

"Yes, well, still. There was something else. Something seemed odder than just
that."

"She did seem awfully friendly with Luke. If I didn't know better I'd say those
two were cavorting or something."

"Oh that's just weird, he's your age."

Leila looked over, buttoning up her front and pressing it down over her small
and yet still always perky breasts. "Yeah, well, mom has been a bit strange since dad
left. Besides, Luke always did like mature women. Who really knows?"

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 Nikki didn't respond. It wasn't that she didn't have a response, and it wasn't
that she agreed fully with the point her sister brought up. It was more a distraction
she suddenly felt. The strange thing was that the distraction seemed to come the
moment she buttoned the last button on her uniform.

She couldn't really place it, but her thoughts simply escaped her. She wanted
to debate her older sister as she always did, but something else was bothering her.

"This is… this is nice material, huh?" She finally said.

Leila seemed as distracted as her, maybe even more so as she looked over
to catch the older girl pressing the palm of one hand against her chest, almost
seeming to exhale and press inward. It was a moment before she even responded.

"Um, yeah… it is nice. Is yours tight? Mine feels, it feels kinda tight."

Nikki felt that as well, but she felt something else first and foremost. Her uni-
form simply seemed tingly. It was like every tiny hair was raised, like she had goose-
bumps all over wherever the fabric touched her skin. She breathed a moment, and
nodded a positive response.

"I'm… I'm feeling really…" Leila said, trailing off.

"Yeah, I think… I… I…" Nikki began. It was as she was trying to voice her con-
cern when she realized what it was.

Thinking, her thinking seemed a bit less clear. She found herself swaying
slightly, almost drunkenly as she realized she was grinning.

"So, like… what were we talking about?" Leila asked.

Nikki knew what they'd been talking about, she knew exactly what, but some-
how it no longer seemed important. In fact nothing seemed important at the mo-
ment.

"Hey, girls, come on, you got customers to please out there and I do expect
them to be very pleased with your new look." Their mother said, swinging open
the door.

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 Leila wanted to question what new look their mother was talking about. Nikki
could tell easily that the older sibling was thinking the same as her. She also could
tell that that her sister's thoughts were just as unfocused as hers. Something did-
n't seem right. But she couldn't really argue that point with their mother at the
moment. All she knew was the uniform seemed to feel tighter as she walked out
the door.

As she let go of the confusion and began waiting tables, attempting to take
her mind off the general oddness surrounding the diner today, Nikki realized her
uniform was only feeling tighter.

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"I'm so sorry. Um... like what was your order again?" Nikki asked the man.

He looked up, rolled his eyes, then grabbed the menu from the end of the
table. "I wanted the burger, medium, with no pickles." He said.

Nikki stared at him, her mind still feeling fuzzy, her thoughts rather unor-
ganized. "Oh, like yeah, 'kay."

The man looked at her concerned. "You need to write that down or anything?"

Nikki looked at the pad in her hand, then smiled. "Oh, okay." She cocked her
hip out to one side, trying to steady herself. Strangely, she'd noticed the uniform
at least didn't seem to still be overly tight on her. Oh it wasn't that her top didn't
seem to be digging in and there weren't occasional fears it might simply explode
open anymore. For some strange reason, she just didn't mind if that should hap-
pen. Her chest felt fuller and warmer and somehow she liked the way the silky
fabric grabbed at her nipples, squeezing them tightly as she went about her job.

The only concerning thing to her was that everything just wasn't coming to
her as quickly as it usually did. She looked at the pen for an inordinate amount of
time before beginning to print slowly what the man had said.

She got distracted thinking about Luke. Maybe she should have just stripped
right there and put her new uniform on. It certainly would have made for an in-
teresting story to tell. As she finished writing the word burger, she wondered what

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Luke would look like if he stripped. Maybe he'd have a big cock and she could suck
it or even stick it inside her.

Shaking her head, Nikki frowned. Where had that thought come from? It
made no sense. She didn't even like Luke like that. Suddenly she looked at the pad
and became frustrated. The customer seemed to sense that frustration and
spoke up.

"Is there something wrong?"

She bit her lip, trying to steady herself again. The fabric of the new uniform
almost seemed to be pulling her off balance. It had to be the uniform, she thought.
Nothing about her had ever seemed as unbalanced as she did since putting it on.

"Um... like, how do ya spell pickle?"

The man laughed, then seemed to notice she wasn't laughing. "You serious?"

She nodded her head far more than necessary, her long blonde hair bouncing
into her face. The man looked baffled by something, but for the life of her Nikki
had no idea what that might be. She held out the pad and pen and he reached up
and took it.

He looked at the pad, smiled, then looked back at her. "You misspelled burger
too. It has two R's in it."

As he wrote down 'no pickles' and handed the pad back to her, Nikki looked
at what she'd written. Sure enough it said 'buger'. She looked at the man, idly won-
dering how he would look if he stripped. She caught herself visualizing exactly
that and giggled.

"Oopsy, sorry bout that. I think my new uniform may be distracting me or

something."

The man seemed to chuckle. "It's certainly distracting to me."

"Really?" Nikki asked, smiling.

"Oh yeah. I mean I heard this town had some revealing restaurant staff but
your cleavage is a bit much. Mind if I ask if those are real?"

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 Nikki looked down, furrowing her brow. Sure enough, her breasts that nor-
mally wouldn't fill a handful were straining the top and making her feel unusually
top-heavy. If anything was causing her to teeter it was these sudden swelling
weights on her chest. She simply stared for several moments before even recalling
his question.

"Um... I'm not sure. I think so. They… they must be, right?"

The man grinned, looking right at her breasts, his tongue practically dangling
from the side of his mouth.

"Lemme go get your burger." Nikki said.

* * *

As Nikki passed Leila on her way back to the kitchen, the older girl was men-
tally trying to determine which table had which order. She stared at the plates in
her hand. She knew one of them went... where was it? As Nikki passed by, Leila did
a double-take. What had Nikki done to her tits? The word resonated in her mind,
replacing all focus on the orders in her hands. Instead of food and serving tables,
Leila imagined serving tits, big ones like her little slut of a sister had.

Shaking her head, she felt her uniform straining and tried to shift balance to
allow it to slide more comfortably over her wide hips. Why was she thinking those
thoughts about Nikki? Nikki wasn't a slut. She was a bright young girl, always had
been top of her class in school, and certainly didn't have big tits.

None of the women in their family ever had big tits. Something seemed
wrong here. She tried to rationalize it, to talk it through in her mind, but every time
she did, her mind hit a wall. Her thoughts just weren't seeming to connect up the
way she knew they should.

Leila thought about Teeters and about how their mom had said these new
uniforms would help them compete. Suddenly something seemed very clear, and
it wasn't the bulging breasts she suddenly stared down at, seeming to push out
tightly into her arms and hands where she clutched the order slips. This wasn't
right. She had to get this uniform off right now.

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 Rushing back to the kitchen, Leila ignored where her younger sister was,
currently flirting with the chef in a way most unlike the girl. She instead walked
right over to her mother who was talking on the phone.

"Yes, thanks sweetie. You know it's working great. Yes, I think the partnership
is the way to go. Thankies." She said, hanging up the phone with a giggle.

Leila never recalled her mother sounding quite that girlish, in voice or in laugh.
As she turned from the phone, Leila had to let out a slight gasp as she looked down
and saw her mother seemed to have gone through the same miraculous alteration
as Nikki had. Her chest practically swung around and hit Leila in the arms where
she stood.

"What is it, cute stuff?"

For a moment, Leila couldn't find her words. She started to tell her mom about
the uniform and what it seemed to be doing but everything left. Her mind seemed
blank and somehow the only thoughts that came to mind were the impulse to
giggle.

"Um… er…" Leila managed, then smiled and let loose a slight giggle.

Her mother looked down, grinned briefly at the stretched top of her oldest
daughter's uniform, then focused on the order slips. "Oh, you had a question on
orders?" She giggled. "Well, come with me, I'd like to tell you some new bonuses we
are going to be offering with our meals, especially designed to keep the customers
more than just satisfied."

Leila felt a deep and hidden voice inside wanting to stop, wanting to say
what she'd intended to, and wanting to take the uniform off before it was too
late. She felt that and yet she let that feeling slip away as her mother escorted her
to the small office, each of them jiggling more than ever before and only the slight
swishing of the silky uniform dress making a noise.

* * *

"Um... like how does this make up for putting a pickle on your burger?" Nikki
asked the man currently sucking on her tit.

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 He slurped and slobbered, stretching her nipple way away from her tit, then
popped it loose, a string of saliva remaining connected. "Oh believe me slut. It
definitely makes up for it. Now shut up and lose those panties."

As Nikki shut her mouth, she looked across the room at her big sister Leila.
For some reason Leila's hair appeared lighter. It wasn't looking as brown as she
seemed to remember it. Of course the color wasn't as easy to tell when the girl
was sandwiched between two big burly men.

One man, a trucker it appeared, was fucking Leila's tight little cunt and really
giving it to her hard. The other man, much thinner, had her face planted in his
crotch and was repeatedly stabbing his dick down her throat. Together, both men
were giving Leila a major porking.

Porking, Nikki thought, sliding her panties down over her large thighs,
porking was such a funny word.

Oh well, she thought, this was a diner, and if porking is what the customer
wanted, porking was what the customer got.

"You got em off?" The man asked.

"Yep, on the floor." Nikki said, giggling as he bit down on her nipple.

"Good, get your fucking cunt on my dick before I have to complain to the
manager." He demanded.

Nikki looked worried. She couldn't have the customer complaining about poor
service. She quickly lifted her waitress uniform and climbed into the booth in front
of him. Luckily she was a thin-framed girl and sliding in between the man and the
table was simple enough. As she leaned her ass back against the table, she watched
as the man took hold of his cock and wedged it forward into her already dripping
cunt. Gasping a little, she nodded as he looked up at her.

"Ooooh Fuck! Yeahhhh!" Nikki groaned as the man sank deep inside her.

She arched her back, nearly laying back on the table, legs sliding up the man's
chest and resting on his shoulders. In a moment she was experiencing what she
only could compare to muscle spasms as she writhed uncontrollably on top of

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the table, her wet cunt sucking in every inch of the man's cock.

"Oh fuck, yeah, you little big-tittied slut." The man shouted. "Now that's what
you call a pickle. Take it, take it all!"

As Nikki began to orgasm uncontrollably, she felt her mind weaken, even-
tually any resolve or self-control she still had snapping and breaking entirely
away. She looked over at Leila. Leila appeared to be having her tits pulled out
from her uniform and what tits they were. They were massive melons of such
soft creamy proportions that Nikki wondered why she'd never sucked on those
growing up in the same house. She imagined just how fun slumber parties would
have been if they had tit-slurping competitions.

"Ohhh... Oh fuckkk!" Leila shouted, loud enough to make Nikki's ears ring.

It appeared the man fucking Leila's cunt had just packed a load inside her, as
Nikki could clearly see bits of white trying to escape, running down her sister's
thighs and dripping down onto the floor. Almost immediately following that cli-
max, the thinner man grabbed Leila's face and slid his cock deep into her open
mouth, his own cock twitching and clearly filling her mouth to overflowing.

Nikki flexed her hips on her own customer as she watched big sis Leila be-
come a sperm fountain, lifting her mouth and spritzing semen all over herself in
sheer pleasure.

"Oh damn, you stupid little slut. You ready for the pickle juice? You ready to be
filled up?" The man fucking Nikki asked.

She looked away from Leila, the girl's hair definitely more blonde than before.
"Oh yeah stud. The customer is always right. So fucking fill me up. Fill my little
pussy all up!"

The man grabbed her hips and yanked her forward sinking his large cock so
far inside her she wondered how much further he could go. Then she felt it. It
seemed to get even larger, filling her to painful levels, then it simply began un-
leashing a small tidal wave of sperm. She could feel all the cum being let loose,
flooding up inside her body, making her forget far more than a simple R in the word
burger. She giggled and closed her eyes, shaking her tits in his face as he leaned for-
ward to again feast on her young nipples.

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 As soon as the cum stopped flowing, Nikki opened her eyes. Her belly felt
strangely swollen, her thighs sore from what seemed intense exercise, and her tits
ached as though she'd matured six years in one hour. Everything seemed some-
what hazy, as though she couldn't quite latch onto a clear thought.

Looking over at Leila, she grinned and they each caught each other's eye. Both
sisters seemed to share the same thoughts, or lack thereof.

Relaxing back onto the table, Nikki lay there exhausted, content to let the
customer paw at her fucked little body. Whatever had been bothering her before,
Nikki knew it was no longer a worry for her. She was happy with the new uniforms,
and she knew that Teeters had nothing on the diner now.

* * *

Emerging from the kitchen, the girls' mother wore a uniform barely wrapping
across giant tits. She still felt some cum dribbling down her legs from her thank you
gift to Luke. It was only too bad he had to leave. She'd have enjoyed watching him
fill up her daughters and make them really be the sluts she knew they had to be
for the diner to stay in business. He had other places to go though, she realized,
probably other sluts to fuck. It was understandable, she thought.

What wasn't understandable was the sight she saw in her diner.

There was her youngest Nikki, currently splayed out on her back across a table,
pussy still wrapping a customer's cock, semen managing to escape. Her young and
yet very plump tits were slightly red and bruised looking. Her hair wild and draped
across one side of her face.

She looked over at Leila and grimaced. Leila was leaning back against some
guy, sperm caking her chin and both titties. The girl's hair seemed different some-
how, but she couldn't quite place how it was different. She noticed the dazed look
in both girls' eyes.

This just wouldn't do, not at all. She looked around again, seeing a few tables
with customers who seemed bothered.

Of course they're bothered, the mother and manager of the diner thought.
They haven't been fucked yet.

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 "Girls!" she shouted, walking out from behind the counter. "Just what are you
two doing?"

Nikki looked up, her pussy still soaking in the cum her customer had sent in-
side her. "Um, like serving?" She asked.

Leila simply nodded, licking her lips a little.

Their mother stood with her hands on her hips, hips that both girls seemed
drawn to if only for the way those hips now filled out the woman's own uniform.
"You better pick up the pace. We have customers waiting to be served."

She glared over at her oldest daughter. "Leila, you get your butt up and clean
yourself off. I expect you to lick all that cum off those titties of yours and help a new
customer. If that stupid little brain of yours can't handle that, I'll have to dock your
pay. Remember what I told you in the back."

Nikki giggled and stuck her tongue out at her sister.

"And you, young lady," her mother said turning to face Nikki. "I expect you
to be doing double duty today. Why fuck just one customer when you have two
other perfectly acceptable holes? Get your butt off that table and hop to it. I
want both of you fucking and sucking like your jobs depend on it. Because from
now on out, they do."

As both girls scrambled to follow her instructions, their mother rubbed at

her temples. Shouting and saying actual words made her head hurt so much.
She'd much rather be screaming obscenities as some stud screwed her like a gig-
gly little fuck bunny. That was what all women were, after all, at least any self-
respecting woman. And it was the key to adapting in these hard economic times.
She giggled as the word hard settled into her thoughts.

A man walked in the door, his eyes widening a little as he looked around. She'd
take care of this one herself. After all, she owed it to her daughters to set a good
example of friendly customer service.

"Hi there, handsome. Welcome to our diner. How may I fuck you today?"

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 She took his hand and smiled, his expression softening as she led him to
an available booth. It was going to be a busy day, she thought. Busy days were
good days.

* * *

It was after a very long evening and a quite successful one that Nikki and
Leila's mother was locking the register. She was preparing to leave when she saw
her daughters by the door arguing.

"Hey, hey, what are you two bitching about?"

Leila and Nikki stopped staring each other down and looked over at their
mother. "She says she has bigger tits than me." Leila said.

Walking up to them, she noted how both her daughters' uniforms barely
contained breasts larger than most girls she'd ever seen. "You two are so damn
frustrating, you know that? You both have big titties. The customers never com-
plained did they? Even when you wrapped those titties around their heads,
playing like you'd smother them, did anyone ever complain?"

"No," Leila said, "but Nikki's being stuck up. Just because she got fucked by
more guys than I did."

"Is that true, Nikki?" Their mother asked.

"Like, no, I totally was just telling the truth. It's not stuck up if it's true, right?"

She looked to both her daughters, each having blonde hair down to their
hips. She smiled and stepped right in front of both. "You both have tits and that's
what counts. Men wanna fuck them, stick their cocks in them, then fuck your
slutty little brains out. Is there anything more important?"

As she said this, she grabbed hold of one of Nikki's tits and one of Leila's tits.
She pulled them and squeezed them, then mushed them both together in a sisterly
sandwich of flesh.

"Ooohh... Oh you're right, mom." Leila said. Nikki simply whimpered.

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 "See, now give each other a kiss and make up. You shouldn't be fighting, you're
family."

Leila looked at Nikki and they thrust their mouths at each other, making out
like old lovers. She massaged her younger sister's tits as the younger girl pulled
her head down at her and began sliding her tongue as deep as she could.

Their mother stood by the door, flipping switches. "Well, hurry up you two.
We're closed for the night, and I'm sure you have more important things to do with
your time than stand around making out."

"Thanks, mom." Nikki said as the three of them left the diner. She watched as
her mother and sister got into one car, the engine starting up and both giggling in
happy conversation as they drove off down the road. Then she turned towards her
car.

"Dammit," She shouted a few minutes later. She twisted the key once more
in the ignition. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

Of all the things to happen tonight. She'd been looking forward to getting a
nice long rest. Her shift at the diner had taken more out of her than normal. For
some odd reason, Nikki couldn't quite recall having taken quite so many cocks in-
side her at work before. Her legs were sore, her tits were sore, and now the stupid
car wouldn't turn over.

She tried once more, slamming on the horn in frustration.

Suddenly flashing headlights pulled up behind her and she looked in the
mirror. For a moment she was distracted, only able to think of how funny the
spots in her eyes looked after staring at the flashing headlights. Then she re-
alized someone was there. Her frown suddenly turned into a smile. Maybe
whoever it was, they were a man. She'd like another man right about now.

"Yay!" She shouted, jumping from her car and seeing a rather handsome man
in a suit climb out from the truck.

Running back to him, Nikki stood teetering between one foot and the other.
She waved at him as though they were old friends. "Hey there!" She said.

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 He smiled as he looked her up and down, then looked past her at the car she'd
gotten out of. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Car won't start. I'm like soooo lucky you came along when you did."

The man grinned, gave another furtive glance straight down her top, then
walked around to the front of her car. "Well maybe I can help. My name's Harrison,
I own the Teeters across the highway."

"Ooh, oh neat. I'm Nikki." Nikki said, wondering if that was why the man
seemed so familiar.

He nodded then pointed at her car. "So let's see what's wrong here."

Opening the door and allowing Harrison to take a seat behind the wheel,
Nikki leaned over and looked inside. "The key's in the ignition. I can't get her to
start for some reason."

Nikki caught the man staring down her top. She knew her titties were cre-
ating an obscene amount of cleavage in this new waitress uniform. She liked
knowing that Harrison noticed them.

He looked up at her, then turned to the ignition. Twisting the key brought the
same noise as before, nothing. It simply wasn't starting.

"Is the battery like, dead or somethin?" Nikki asked.

Harrison grinned and looked right at her tits again. "I'm not sure the battery
is what's dead around here."

"Like whadaya mean?"

Nikki couldn't help leaning over just a little more than necessary, feeling her
nipples slide closer and closer to complete exposure.

"I mean, Nikki, if anything is dead around here, it's probably found between
your ears."

Nikki simply stared at him, goofy grin on her face. "My ears?"

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 "I'm meaning you made a pretty brain dead move here."

"I did?"

"Yes," He said, pulling the key out. Holding it up in front of her, he laughed.
"This is a house key."

Nikki looked puzzled. "But, like, I was going home."

Harrison looked at Nikki, down to her tits, then back into her vapid eyes. "That
doesn't have anything to do with it."

"Uh huh," Nikki corrected. "My home is a house. I wanted to go to my house.

House key; makes sense to me."

The man laughed and let out a slight cough as he caught his breath. "You
really are a dim bulb aren't you?"

Nikki shifted her weight where she leaned in watching the man, noticing that
one of her nipples suddenly felt nothing touching it. She noticed his eyes were
staring and realized she was at least partially exposed now. What was he talking
about? She became worried.

"Is a bulb about to burn out in my car too?"

Harrison rubbed at his chin and looked into her eyes. "No, Nikki. And you know
what, you're really a cute slut. Did you know that?"

"Thank you, Harrison. But what about my car?"

"Oh there's nothing wrong with your car, and you certainly don't have a flat
or anything." His eyes sank right into her breasts, his mouth open. "Though if you'd
like I can make sure you have enough fluids before I go."

"Oh, okay, mister. You need me to help?"

The man smiled. " A little, yes."

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 A matter of minutes later, Nikki leaned over the hood of her car, uniform dress
hiked up, the owner of Teeters ramming into her from behind.

"OH fuck, OH YESSSS! Oh Harrison, Oh wow, are you... oh... sure this will help
me have enough fluids?"

"Yes, you little slut! This will help immensely. Just shut the fuck up and let me
fill you. I'll even give your tires a free balancing."

He grabbed her tits hard and began palming them, pinching her nipples,
hefting them up to her own lips as the two of them fucked.

"Suck on it!" He said. "Suck on that nipple. Make sure there aren't any leaks."

Nikki had no idea what he was talking about. But who was she to question a
man as smart as Harrison? He assured her this was best for her car, and it seemed
reasonable enough to her.

"Fuck, you're so damn tight!" Harrison shouted.

He sank his cock deep inside her, firing off load after load of cum, more than
Nikki ever expected or imagined he could manage. As she moaned into her own tit,
sucking and slurping like her life depended on it, the car rocked from side to side.

Slumping on top of the young girl, Harrison breathed heavily, his lungs clearly
aching a bit from the exertion. Nikki allowed him to lay there, flattening her tits out
and making her melt with even more pleasure of the cool metal touching her nipples.

As he finally pulled himself back to his feet and looked down at her supple
young body, he smiled. Nikki turned and looked at the man. She imagined how she
looked, waitress uniform pulled both down and up, wedged around her middle,
tits spilling out, pussy open and wet with semen packed inside. She giggled and
tried to stand up.

"So, like, is my car okay now?" She asked.

The man finally seemed to catch his breath as he walked away. "Your struts
sound weak, might ought to have that looked at sometime. If you like I imagine I
could giver her a look. Just swing by Teeters tomorrow around three."

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 Nikki put a finger to her lip. "Um... will that be expensive?"

He got in his truck and shut the door. Leaning out the window, he chuckled.
"Not if you help me out again. Just get some rest. I'll need to do some serious
pounding over the hood tomorrow afternoon."

Nikki felt a trickle of cum escape her cunt and drip down her thighs. She could
definitely help if it involved a pounding.

"Okay, Harrison. See ya then."

"Oh, and Nikki…"

"Yes?" Nikki said.

"Be sure and say hi to your mother. Tell her I'm glad the uniforms worked out
okay and I think our mutual partnership is gonna work out just fine."

Nikki hardly got a response in as the man hit the accelerator and left the park-
ing lot. Somewhere deep inside she wanted to be upset, to find something wrong
with this man, their biggest competition, forming any kind of partnership with
them.

But the feeling at work today had been far too good to let that bother her. In
fact, the most of a response Nikki could give as she climbed back into her own car,
not even bothering to button up her uniform, was a giggle.

Somehow giggling seemed about as complex a thought as she was capable

at the moment. And she giggled all the way home, looking forward to not only the
next day of work but of meeting up with Harrison and seeing about those struts.

THE END

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