She remained silent in his arms for a long moment, then broke it off, sniffing her nose.
“So,” she popped her mouth, “how’s the new job going for you?”
“It’s great, Evie! Honestly, today was tough but being a manager has its perks. But I’m missing one employee for sure, I was just about to call the boss and tell him so. Do you want me to try and get you the job?”
She looked up at him, biting her lip. Horace loved it when she did that. “And I’ll get orders from you?” she eyed him.
“Hey, lady, I won’t go easy on you just because we know each other. This is work and I have responsibilities here. Get it?” he mocked in a serious tone of voice that was way exaggerated. Then he shifted to normal, “But, seriously, I do have responsibility. I know I can trust you but I need you to tell me you’ll respect that.”
Evie punched him again on the shoulder. She squeaked, “When did you get so arrogant?”
“Evie!”
“Pft! Fine... I’ll play nice. Athena knows I need the money. When can I start?”
Horace beamed at her. “Wanna start now? It’ll just be, you know, training, so you can get the hang of it as soon as possible.”
Evie sagged and sat on a desk. “It’s not like anyone else is hiring me anytime soon.”
“Come on!” Horace clapped his hands. “It’ll be fun, and we’ll be getting paid. You and me, like old times.” He presented the side of his ass.
She rolled her eyes, but then stood up and bumped butts with him.
“Awesome!” Horace exclaimed. “I should have a spare shirt about your size back here for now. We got one for Martha but um... well...” he rubbed his neck.
Evie eyed him, hard. “What? Say it.”
“She’s taller, okay? She needed a bigger one. So, there’s a spare one which is teeny-tiny and perfect for you.”
She squinted at him.
He booped her nose. “Boop. So cute!” he said and darted off to search the shelves.
Chapter 36: Evie
Evie didn’t mind working the shift. Horace gave her some menial jobs, taking the chance to explain to her various tasks and why they did them. He then tasked George to teach her how to work the ice cream machines, how to clean them, and what to keep in mind. Those were theoretical for now since people kept coming in and they couldn’t actually take five and teach her. She tried to fill one order and made a mess. She felt so stupid! George assured her it was fine and that everybody messed it up the first couple of times, and that she shouldn’t worry. Evie turned her magnificent skills towards cleaning up the tables, that she could do. By being short she had excellent balance to stack up plates and cups on the tray, but she’d never, ever say that to Horace or she wouldn’t hear the end of it.
The entire time, her eyes were on the table full of girls.
They remembered her from that night she showed up at Horace’s house and they greeted her warmly, but Evie wasn’t gonna buy their act.
She squinted at them and watched them carefully. The dwarf lady screamed periodically at her phone, then slammed the touchscreen with indelicate fingers and argued with someone online. Someone, or everyone, it seemed. The Russian kept drinking beer, asking for another cold one when she downed the first, which was far too often for such a flat stomach, lady! Damn. The Asian was older, definitely late forties but looked A-MA-ZING. Evie overheard her book at least two spa treatments and a massage plus facial for next week. Evie couldn’t figure out what her deal was. The anorexic girl simply nodded, talking little, eating even less. She seemed to enjoy it but her expression looked sullen, so Evie couldn’t really tell. The chubby girl, Gula, kept refilling their orders by going back to the ice cream bar. She was polite and sweet. Her features were beautiful and she seemed to carry herself with confidence. Evie liked that, and hoped she could someday do the same herself.
And the last one, was the career blonde with the stupid name. Superbia. What kind of a name was that? She had awesome legs, awesome skirt suit, perfect hair and nails. By Athena’s bosom, even Evie wanted to fondle her, no wonder Horace was drooling around her like a puppy every time they spoke.
Evie made a mess at some point. She loaded up the tray and wasn’t being careful, so she dropped the whole thing on the ground. Only one glass broke, but it was a mess and she felt like a klutz.
And to top it all off this had happened right next to the table of girls.
Well, shit.
The Asian stepped close and helped her gather up the glasses and plates. She didn’t expect that, to be honest. Normally, when she was being a klutz like this in front of a group of girls they’d mock her and rub it in even further. These girls didn’t do that, and some of them rose to help out, with the Asian lady getting there first. She knelt gracefully next to her.
She smelled of expensive perfume and picked up the glasses back on Evie’s tray. “Don’t worry, young one,” she said with a cut-off of words in her speech mannerism. “Mistakes happen to novices. With practice, they become experts.”
“Yeah, I’m no good at this,” Evie wheezed out, completely embarrassed.
“I’m Ava, by the way.”
“Evie,” she said and shook her hand. She had a thin and powerful grip.
“Are you content with this?” Ava asked. They had finished up but they were still kneeling down. It felt conspiratorial.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, yes, this is a good summer job for you and Horace. But what about next? Is there any hope of advancement in this path?”
Evie frowned. “Gee, I haven’t given it much thought, Ava. I only started working here a couple of hours ago.”
The Asian tsked and smirked at her. “But how long have you been working here beside Horace in your mind? Days, I believe.”
Evie opened her mouth to respond in the negative, but then promptly shut it with a click. Realisation dawned on her.
The older woman inhaled from the nose sharply. “A woman must always plan ahead.”
Evie grabbed the tray but didn’t move away. “Uh... Yeah, I agree. I think.”
Ava stood up, wincing a tiny bit at her joints. “Tell me, young one, what is that you do with pleasure and feel not the passing of time, yet you give out freely?”
Evie stood up and looked around, thinking. “Uh, okay. This is gonna sound silly, but I make a sort of art. Sculptures. Digital ones, three-d. They’re- Never mind. Anyway, yeah, I do that in my spare time.”
“Good,” Avaritia said, then leaned forward next to her ear. “Charge for it,” she added with passion in her voice, her fists trembling and her jewelry clinking together, and then turned her back to go freshen up.
Chapter 37: Horace
Back at home, Horace felt he would collapse on the spot. The girls made dinner and he felt better after a while. It was a light -meat and potatoes with some vegetables- meal that filled him up nicely.
Superbia had come along and wanted to sleep in the room with Lux. Gula said she didn’t mind sleeping in the kitchen, it was better that way because she wouldn’t wake anybody up with her nightly trips to the fridge. Horace felt bad for this but she assured him with a wide smile. He brought a cot from storage, an extra bed that folded up and had a thin mattress. They set it up against one wall in the kitchen and Gula happily moved in there. Horace brought extra bedsheets for her.
“Just leave them there, thank you,” Gula said with a cute smirk.
“Are you sure? The cot is fine, I’ve slept on it when I was little, but it’s a bit squeaky.”
“I don’t mind,” she shook her head and her boobs jiggled with her movement. Horace couldn’t help but stare at them, they were enormous and looked very, very inviting. Horace hesitated for a moment. He looked at Gula as she made her bed with delicate movements. She was a big girl in every sense of the way. She could take care of herself.
Horace checked his stats:
Evil Thought
Tokens
Gula
4
/> Luxuria
3
Avaritia
2
Superbia
3
Invidia
0
Ira
2
Acedia
4
He bit his lip and stared as Gula spread the bedsheets. The girls kept saying he could have his way with them after 3 tokens, and there he was, having 4. He liked her despite her extra bit of weight. Okay, not a bit, it was a lot. But she was indeed very pretty and always made Horace feel better with her smile.
But she hadn’t offered herself or teased him like Luxuria did, and Horace felt tired. He wasn’t in the mood to flirt, or even worse, deal with a possible rejection.
Horace pulled Gula close and hugged her tight. She smelled like warm potatoes and she looked delicious and soft. She yelped a tiny bit at his sudden touch but then hugged him right back. She felt a-ma-zing in a hug. Horace kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “Goodnight, my beautiful Gula.”
Her puffy cheeks turned red and she looked away, but didn’t break the embrace.
Horace did that after a while and walked back into his bedroom.
Which was distinctly devoid of the curvy Russian he expected.
He took his clothes off and went into his comfy shorts. He let the fan running, turned it towards the wall and got into bed.
Horace thought that Lux wouldn’t even hesitate to crawl into his bed on her own, so she must have had a reason not to. Maybe she wasn’t in the mood, or maybe she had her period. He hadn’t noticed anything during dinner, but he was a man, and he could admit that these subtle things most often escaped him. He thought about knocking on her door for a second and his cock responded at the mere possibilities such an action would open up. After all, Superbia too had given him three of her tokens. But he reconsidered and let the poor woman sleep. She seemed to have been finishing up work all day, being on the phone and sending emails so she could spend her sabbatical doing what? Hanging out with him? The whole thing felt surreal but at the same time felt nice. Horace could admit the attention of so many women was doing wonders for his self-esteem. He felt he could do anything, accomplish anything.
Providing food and bed for six people was expensive, but he honestly wouldn’t have the manager’s job if it weren’t for them. And he was sure that the girls could take care of themselves if he couldn’t provide. No, providing for them was some sort of a condition for their deal, something that helped the guy push himself forward and achieve stuff.
He was the breadwinner. The girls cared for him, and he provided everything they needed. Endless streaming content, in Acedia’s case. Endless amounts of food, in Gula’s case. Endless amounts of beer, in Luxuria’s case. Plus sex, but he couldn’t complain about that. Ira hadn’t asked for much yet, and neither had Superbia. He was anxious about Ava, accommodating a woman that seemed filthy rich was kind of a problem for a minimum-wage worker like him, but she seemed to be content for now. She complained about not having an air-conditioner in her room but other than that she seemed fine. He needed to have a chat with her soon anyway. There simply wasn’t any time.
Horace dozed off thinking about all the crazy stuff in his life.
He woke up in the middle of the night with three conflicting conditions, sweaty, thirsty and wanting to pee. He grumbled and turned his pillow over, then took a leak, then went into the kitchen to drink some water.
He found Gula with a piece of cake in her open mouth, moments away from devouring it. She looked as if she was caught doing something dirty.
Horace snorted and pinched her arm. “Go on, have some cake. I’m not going to judge you.” He gave her a toothy smile and filled up a glass of water.
Gula took a bite and swallowed it quickly. Her eyes flitted around the kitchen. “This looks bad, doesn’t it? I know I should stop.”
Horace gulped the entire glass of water down and wiped his mouth with a thirsty sigh. Then he poured even more and drank that too. He felt so thirsty. “No, Gula, it’s fine. Look, I’ve known you for just a few days but you’re a very nice person. I like you as you are. If you want to have a snack, just have it.” He pushed her with his shoulder, and teased, “A midnight snack tastes a lot better after all, doesn’t it?”
“It does!” she beamed up at him and her eyes glistened from the lights outside.
Horace touched her cheek. She blushed and stared up at him, but stood still. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She shook her head left and right.
“Well, you should know it,” he chuckled, and leaned down to give her a kiss. She had crumbs on her face and down her t-shirt, over her breasts. Horace kissed her lips and around her mouth and pecked the crumbs, then ate them. Gula breathed heavy as he went lower, down her neck and at the top of her enormous boobs. Horace put his face inside the cleavage and ate the rest of the crumbs from the cake.
“Oh,” she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.
Horace looked back up at her, then smiled. He pulled her t-shirt over her and she raised her arms up to help him out. Her big melons bounced around and reoriented themselves in an interesting way, barely held together by her brassiere. Horace dove right into her boobs and kissed her soft skin with hunger.
Gula hugged him and kept him close to her. She was sitting down on the cot and Horace was kneeling, face lost inside her bosom. “Horace,” she moaned softly.
“Yes?”
“I don’t wanna have sex,” she said, her expression full of regret and hesitation.
He pulled his head away and looked her in the eye. “Oh, okay. It’s all right if you don’t want to.”
“Really?” she said, her expression appreciative.
“Of course,” Horace said and he meant it. Sure, he was kneeling before her enormous boobs and had each other in a gentle hug and his erection was magnificent, but he wasn’t gonna force himself on a woman because of a stupid app. “Want me to stop?” He leaned back slightly.
“No,” she bit her lip and looked away. “We can do other things.” Then she unhooked her bra and let her magnificent boobs free.
Horace felt like he was in heaven. A heaven made of pillowy, enormous boobs.
“Can I... you know, put it there?” he asked, hoping for a ‘yes.’
She nodded, smiling at him. Gods, she was beautiful. Horace stood up and pulled his shorts down, his dick already at attention and ready to take the plunge. He positioned himself close to Gula and she leaned back on the cot, basically going between his legs.
He touched the sensitive tip of his dick on her breasts and it felt amazing. Gula pushed her enormous boobs from the sides and presented a magnificent fold to accommodate him. He put his dick between her breasts and it felt soft and warm. It wasn’t like a pussy of course, wet and tight and comforting, but this was really, really good. She pushed her breasts together and he thrusted as normal. Her hands could barely contain the fun bags, they spilled out from the top and bottom and jiggled in an amazing way. Gula looked up at him, locking her gaze with his, smiling cutely with her pretty face.
If he wasn’t already hard, this would have been enough to get him ready. She looked gorgeous. Horace thrusted his dick between her boobs and there was enough room to go all in, but she toyed with it at some points and let the tip go through the top, right under her pretty face.
Then she jiggled her boobs alternatively up and down and sent him into a frenzy of lust. He simply loved it. “Mn,” he grunted, “you’re really good at this.” He stuck it in there faster. The cot squeaked and he tried to find a angle that made it less noisy.
“You like this?” she said, smiling.
“I fucking love this!” he said and started pummelling her. He was full-on horny and was doing it as if it was a pussy. He couldn’t help himself, she felt so good.
“Do my boobies, yes. Do my boobies,” Gula moaned in a delightful way that drove him crazy. She folded her arms over her breasts, providing a tight push-back for his thrusts. S
he was smiling wide at him and he loved it. Her boobs slapped on his thighs and bounced all over. The cot squeaked and they must have been heard all over the house but Horace didn’t care at this point.
He fucked her breasts because he wanted to and because she was his. Gula was gorgeous and naughty and bit her lip, turning her cute little nose up. Horace stopped right at the end. She pushed her boobs over his dick and rubbed him all over from the tip of his cock down to the balls in a soft hug, an engulfing sensation that no woman could physically do with just her hands.
He came and it trickled from her decolletage down to her neck.
Panting, Horace stood there as she rubbed it a bit more with her breasts, running his orgasm to the red. Then she leaned back and let go of her magnificent rack. They opened up in bouncy circles and presented a valley between them with his satisfied cock, her neck glistening from sweat and fluids. She bit her tongue in a naughty expression and let him ride out this amazing feeling on top of her.
Horace took in a deep breath after a while and leaned down. He told her, “You’re beautiful, Gula,” and kissed her on her smiling lips.
Chapter 38: Evie
Evie stumbled along the corridor, managed to get the key in, and went straight to a cold shower. She merely rubbed her armpits and lady parts with soap, dried herself just a little bit cause she enjoyed the coolness, dove into her comfortable jammies and went straight to bed.
It was a tiring day for her. First the anxiety about the job interview, then the interview itself, then confronting Horace at Zillions. That went different in her mind, definitely. Then she took up a job, waited tables, cleaned up. It was an honest day’s work and she felt very tired but satisfied with herself.
Nodding away, she slept in an instant.
She woke up and it was dark. Feeling groggy, she stumbled all over things and went to get a glass of water. It was frequent for her to divide her sleep-time like that. She never could sleep the entire eight hours, and she had read somewhere that her way had been the right way for hundreds of years. It was the 9-to-5 work schedule and electric lights that forced the solid block of sleep-time for people. Even so, she always woke up halfway there.
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