The sound of footsteps intensified. Someone was running towards the three girls, fast enough rule out ducking out of the hallway to evade the interloper. Leigh exchanged a serious look with Mandy and they braced for whatever was going to happen next.
Apparently they didn't brace well enough, because a lanky figure turned the corner at full speed and plowed into the girls knocking them to the ground like big jiggly dominoes. The tall blond brushed herself off before surveying the scene.
"Woah! Leigh, Mandy, Cynthia, who did your boobs? They look awesome!" Just then the girl reached out with both arms to squeeze and knead Leigh's right breast. "Oooh, so soft! They feel almost real. Seriously, like, I want to know who did your boobs so I can get their card."
The sensation of the other woman rubbing her chest was so pleasurably distracting that it took Leigh longer than usual to come up with a sarcastic comment. "Claire, Nobody DID our boobs. This just happened today. And so far, we haven't been able to figure out why or how. Even if they were implants, who would consider something this size? Did you notice that now that you knocked us over none of us can get up?"
It was true. Cynthia was making a half hearted attempt at sitting up, but Mandy who was wedged in the middle of the pile wasn't even trying.
Claire tilted her head and gave a puzzled frown. "Yeah, I love your boobies, but why did you get 'em so big?"
Claire was another girl they had worked with at the old club before this new place lured them away with better money. Leigh didn't know the girl too well, but her opinion of her was plummeting. In the ensuing conversation, Leigh found out that Claire was late (as usual), and went to the dressing room but there was nobody to ask where her costume was so she ran off looking for someone. Getting even that small information out of Claire was like pulling teeth, and Leigh put her head on Mandy's soft bust. Mentally exhausted from talking to a blond brick wall, and physically exhausted from her attempts to get up, Leigh's body decided it was a good time to sleep and recover.
Before she dozed off, She looked at Claire out from beneath heavy eyelids. "What are you waiting for? Get help."
Dull as she was, Claire understood some of the urgency put in those words. She took off running down the hallway again.
Apparently they didn't brace well enough, because a lanky figure turned the corner at full speed and plowed into the girls knocking them to the ground like big jiggly dominoes. The tall blond brushed herself off before surveying the scene.
"Woah! Leigh, Mandy, Cynthia, who did your boobs? They look awesome!" Just then the girl reached out with both arms to squeeze and knead Leigh's right breast. "Oooh, so soft! They feel almost real. Seriously, like, I want to know who did your boobs so I can get their card."
The sensation of the other woman rubbing her chest was so pleasurably distracting that it took Leigh longer than usual to come up with a sarcastic comment. "Claire, Nobody DID our boobs. This just happened today. And so far, we haven't been able to figure out why or how. Even if they were implants, who would consider something this size? Did you notice that now that you knocked us over none of us can get up?"
It was true. Cynthia was making a half hearted attempt at sitting up, but Mandy who was wedged in the middle of the pile wasn't even trying.
Claire tilted her head and gave a puzzled frown. "Yeah, I love your boobies, but why did you get 'em so big?"
Claire was another girl they had worked with at the old club before this new place lured them away with better money. Leigh didn't know the girl too well, but her opinion of her was plummeting. In the ensuing conversation, Leigh found out that Claire was late (as usual), and went to the dressing room but there was nobody to ask where her costume was so she ran off looking for someone. Getting even that small information out of Claire was like pulling teeth, and Leigh put her head on Mandy's soft bust. Mentally exhausted from talking to a blond brick wall, and physically exhausted from her attempts to get up, Leigh's body decided it was a good time to sleep and recover.
Before she dozed off, She looked at Claire out from beneath heavy eyelids. "What are you waiting for? Get help."
Dull as she was, Claire understood some of the urgency put in those words. She took off running down the hallway again.