One of several really fun commission pieces I've done for Gobbosoft/AcGats/Pizza Thot. For the setting, Pizza Thot is a pizza place that doubles as a strip-club/brothel. It's got a colorful cast of variously enthusiastic characters who work there, though this one takes place primarily in another store. Its sexual contest story felt like a nice fit for here.
I give some basic descriptions, but wanted to link the characters and the artist behind them. The Pizza Thot crew is here: https://twitter.com/acgats/status/1118051038932557824
And the main pic to go with the story is on https://twitter.com/acgats/status/1100338211472064512
Actual Story time! Pizza Thot had always been a ‘night-time’ kind of restaurant. During the day there was the occasional lunch order, or group of college kids popping in for a quick slice (and a glance at the ladies) - but once the sun went down? Folks would come in droves, filling in seats from the initial dinner rush all the way past midnight. It was the nature of the business, after all.
On this particular day, it was lunch, and Cash and Milk were sharing a shift in the currently-empty restaurant. The two younger employees were always glad to work together; they went to the same college (the one nearby, that provided so many of their customers) and coincidentally had very similar tastes in video games. Milk was quiet, but sweet - and Cash was more than happy to hang out with someone who talked too little - as opposed to too much. Compared to the wilder members of the Pizza Thot crew, Milk was a very suitable work-partner.
The two of them hung out in the kitchen for most of their shift, doing food prep for the later rush and minding the registers when need-be. It was about four-thirty when Cash looked over the vacant tables and lazily popped her gum. “Hey, Boss? Mind if we grab a late lunch?”
Her shortstack manager daintily walked to the front of the restaurant, scanning for any urgent work that needed to be done. She shrugged, and turned to Cash.
“Yeah, go ahead. Tips should be getting here soon, and I can hold things down until then.”
She pointed a finger. “Just make sure you punch in on time. There’s no way you’re leaving us stranded with the dinner rush.”
“No problem,” Cash dismissed as she nudged Milk in her soft side. “You wanna come with? The last thing I wanna eat right now is pizza.”
“Hm? Oh, sure!” Milk stammered, snapping out of her absent-minded trance of watching the time go ticking by. “Did you want to go to Tater’s?”
“They got shut down, remember? Let’s go that Chinese takeaway near-campus.”
“That’s a little far for a half-hour break…”
“Fair,” Cash conceded. “Let’s just walk and see what we find.”
They hadn’t gone far before their answer came in the form of a large restaurant across the street. It was a large black-bricked restaurant decorated with lights to complete the aesthetic. A black sign with gold lettering adorned the top of a busy door, calling the place THOT WINGS, complete with a fancy squiggle that resembled a piece of chicken.
“Oh, huh. I heard about this place,” Cash crossed the road, peering into the frosted glass. It was dimly lit, but boy, did it look busy. “I didn’t know they were next door, though. Tanya said these guys were supposed to have some bitchin’ hot wings.”
“I mean, I’d be fine with chicken,” Milk agreed. It was all Cash needed to lead them over.
---
For a place the girls had never noticed, it was surprisingly packed with customers. The lights were kept low for atmosphere, and jazzhop played overhead. Tables were full with small parties or eager individuals waiting for their food, leading Cash towards the bar just past the entrance. Cash ordered a set of beers as Milk looked at the menu.
“It’s a little pricey for wings, isn’t it?” Milk asked, looking over the suggestions. “A ‘Faceful-of-Thighs’ for like, forty bucks?”
“Huh? A faceful of…” Cash plucked up her menu and frowned as she skimmed the items. Hot Chicks. The Big Breast. Sloppy Seconds. She put the menu down.
“Ah. I see. You pay for the service.”
“Hm? Is it like, Teppanyaki or something?”
“Nah. This place is just like Pizza Thot,” Cash said, turning around in the stool. She gestured with her beer bottle towards the kitchen door in the back.
As if on cue, a towering brunette stepped out, standing taller than even Tips. Cash was fond of the goth look, but this lady had practically embodied it. She was thick all over, but not in the way that Milk was plump and curvy. Her long legs had thighs as wide as a weightlifter's and her biceps bulged out past the sleeves of her black uniform.
She had shaved the sides of her head beneath her black baseball cap, showing off several stud earrings that framed her grim-but-cute face. Her hair was still long enough to grow out in the back and comb her bangs over one eye. It wasn't clear whether or not she wore an especially skimpy uniform or if she was simply too huge to fit in the company clothes, but it was a tight fit either way. The edges of her black g-string were visible by her hips, leading the eye to her chiseled abs. Her out-thrust tits stretched out her top to expose about half of her lacey black bra. A gold-plated name tag read "Grill" just below that.
Once Cash and Milk got over the sight of this intimidating and feminine powerhouse, they watched on as she carried a tray loaded with beer mugs and wings nearly the size of an entire table. A few of the customers whistled and cheered as Grill entered the main floor, leering at the occasional passerby. She passed out their drinks as people quickly groped or caressed her body, pawing her abs, ass or whatever they could reach on the mountain of a woman. One young man gave her ass a squeeze and nearly jumped out of his skin when she whipped around, grabbing and squeezing his hand without spilling a drop.
"Hmph. You call that groping?" the waitress asked in an uncharacteristically sultry voice, staring down the petrified college student. She shoved his hand back into one of her meaty ass cheeks more roughly than before. "Squeeze it as hard as you can. I want to see you get those fingers deep in that ass."
"Y-yes, ma'am!" the boy squeaked, grinning and blushing at her command to fondle her. She smirked briefly before turning back to her work.
"Pathetic boy," Grill mused, leaving the boy swooning.
"Yeah. I think someone's copying our thing," Cash muttered as she turned back to the bar.
"I mean, it’s not exactly the same. I could never imagine doing something like that," Milk said quietly, blushing just from the sight of it.
"Uh-huh. Let’s just forget about it, order a… Mother-Clucker, or whatever, and get back."
“Ha! That sounds kinda f--” “HEY, HON! WHOOO’s the birthday boy!?”
A loud, enthusiastic voice (with a faint Southern accent) rang from the kitchen, accompanied by more hooting and cheering as the next waitress emerged from the back. Cash turned and grimaced.
The second waitress had come out in another revealing black uniform with a birthday cake balanced in one hand and a deep bowl of wings in the other. She had dark skin that accentuated the white clown makeup on her face, and wore a charcoal-colored clown nose to complete the fit. She sported light pinkish-blonde hair tied back in two puffy pigtails resembling cotton candy, and kept a lollipop rolling around her mouth that drew attention to her plush and pouty lips. Most of the customers were focused on her body - the waitress was a little chubby, fairly busty, and very bottom-heavy - a feature that came abundantly clear as she skipped and danced her way to the table, putting every bit of jiggle into her cocoa-colored ass.
She finally arrived at a table, pausing long enough to stop bouncing. Her tag flashed with the name “Honey”, hanging on the edge of her low-cut uniform.
Cash was less than impressed. “Ugh, a clown,” She groaned. “Nature’s tryhards.”
She watched as Honey hopped upon one lucky guy’s lap, grinding her booty on him as she started to cut his cake. Cash rolled her eyes and turned away as Honey planted a big kiss on her customer’s cheek with an exaggerated “MMMWAH! Now it’s time to blow out the birthday boy’s candle!” The clown wiggled her hips, slid under the table, and started to undo her customer’s pants.
---
Ignoring the waitresses, Milk and Cash had to admit that the service was actually pretty decent. The wings were crispy on the outside and moist on the inside, with a unique seasoning that was spicy-but-not-too-spicy. Boss had always taken care to ensure that Pizza Thot wasn’t just a face restaurant - that their food was as good as their service - but when it came to chicken, Thot Wings really knew what they were doing. It wasn’t before long that Milk and Cash found themselves with empty plates - and a high-pitched giggle right behind them.
“Aw, look, honey! We’ve got some special guests in our house!” Honey chimed. Cash groaned and turned around to see the pair of waitresses standing behind them. Honey had a hand resting confidently on her wide booty while Grill had her arms folded beneath her hefty chest.
“Don’t call me honey,” Grill sighed. “It confuses the customers.”
“Sorry, hon!” Honey chuckled. Grill furrowed her eyebrows, but dropped the subject. “So,” she growled. “What brings you two here? Admiring the competition?”
“Lunch,” Cash said, leaning back on the bar. She stuck her gum on her napkin and turned towards the clown. “Does this place seriously make you dress up every time someone has a birthday?”
“Aw, honey, they don’t make me do anything,” Honey twirled in place to show off her colorful cosplay. “Though I guess that’s a luxury some restaurants can’t afford.”
Cash scoffed. “Uh-huh. You ready to go, Milk?” She looked over to her friend, finding her locked eye-to-eye with Grill. Or at least, it seemed that way - it was always hard to tell with Milk’s bangs covering her face.
“What about you?” Grill stared her down. “Impressed by your rivals?”
“O-Oh, uh, I didn’t realize you guys were our rivals, or anything…” Milk stammered innocently. Grill raised an eyebrow. “You’re pretty thick-headed, huh?”
“Hey, cut that shit out,” Cash snapped. “She’s only thick where it counts.” The two Thot Wingers were starting to get on her nerves. Milk smiled at Cash, more happy than upset by the growing spat as her friend decided to stand up for her. “So if you two are done being shitty at your jobs, we’d like the damn bill, thanks.”
“Aw, we’re just teasing, hon. Here you go,” Honey pulled out a slip from her cleavage and handed it to Cash. She gave a light honk as Cash snatched it from her hands. “Besides, we just wanted to let you girls know that Thot Wings is planning on unveiling their new dinner service! And if I were you two,” Honey gestured towards the bustling restaurant. “I’d hurry and join the winning team before it’s too late.”
“Yeah, yeah. Winning team my ass,” Cash scowled. “The only reason your crappy little wings place has a hot lunch round is because no one eats pizza at five in the afternoon. Come dinner, we’ll blow you girls out of the water every time.”
Cash would be the first to admit that she was a pretty lackluster employee, but she liked working at Pizza Thot. It was crazy, sure - but the pay was good, the workplace was fun, and they had a level of dignity and prestige that stood out from a regular dirty strip joint. She didn’t often admit it, but Pizza Thot had practically become her second home.
She was even less likely to admit that before Pizza Thot, she was a very preppy cheerleader. As a result, her competitive side occasionally reared its head.
“I liked your wings, though,” Milk added from her barstool.
“Thanks,” Grill answered briefly. “My recipe.”
Honey kept her wide smile focused on Cash, licking her pouty lips. “Why don’t you put yourself to the test, then? Thot vs Thot; the two of you against the two of us. Then we’ll see who’ll blow who out of the water.”
“Also, the winner gets twenty bucks,” Cash added quickly. Milk looked at her in confusion.
“What? I might as well make something out of this shitshow. Relax - we’ve got this.”
“I, um… if you say so,” Milk relented. She blushed as customers began to take note of the squabble, with a few of them starting to cheer and whistle.
“I guess this isn’t going to be a normal lunch after all…”
---
“Gather ‘round, hunnies and gents! We’ve got ourselves a good ol’-fashioned thot-off!” Honey smirked at the two pizza girls with a confident and pouted grin. Cash flashed her own quick smile as she reached out and honked her glossy charcoal-colored nose, getting a sharp little in return. “Hey! Watch the goods, hon! This honker cost a fortune!”
Grill ignored the other three thots, putting her muscle to work in moving around some tables and chairs (regardless of the people on them). She cleared out space in record time, leaving nothing but the four girls and four separate seats set far apart, each with a male customer placed upon it.
"Rules are simple," Grill said, cracking her knuckles loudly. "We have twenty minutes. Customers have consented, so touch them however you wish. When they shoot their loads, you get a point and they switch out. Whichever restaurant has the most combined in the end has crushed their enemy into a pizza-flavored powder."
“Yeah, you wish. You two flew too close to the sun, so now you get to watch your Thot Wings crash and burn,” Cash shot back. Milk gave her a confused glance. “You know, like the Greek-- whatever, doesn’t matter. Let’s do this.”
Customers from across and outside the restaurant crowded around to watch (and hopefully get a spot in one of the seats). Milk looked around nervously while Cash ignored their gaze. Honey waved to one of the more modestly-dressed waitresses, who stood by a chalkboard. The waitress pulled out a comically-large timer and smacked the button, announcing its countdown with a resounding ‘ding!’
Cash stepped up to her customer as she gave Milk an affectionate pat on the back. “Hey. Sorry you got dragged into this, Milk.” Milk shook her head and stood confidently, patting her soft bicep. “It’s okay. Let’s show these clowns what Pizza Thot is made of,” she grinned.
Cash nodded, and Milk watched her friend jog out and slide right into a customer’s lap, gyrating her crotch on him with her arms folded behind her head. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Cash put this much effort into anything. Not wanting to be bested by her bestie, the cowgirl quickly pumped herself up and hurried over to her own customer, bouncing her generously portioned hips and her booty to the beat whilst ignoring the warmth growing in her cheeks.
Her customer, unfamiliar with Pizza Thot, couldn’t help but smile as he oggled her jiggling bits, eyes locked on her ass as Milk took a deep breath to prepare herself. She didn't want to look stupid in front of a bunch of new faces, but she really didn't want to let Cash down. The chubby thot unbuttoned her already loosely-bound top and whirled around to face him as she lifted it up, exposing her dark udders and the overworked black and white cow-print lace that made up her bra. A generous and excited roar came from the crowd as she took him by the head and motorboated him between her bouncing brown orbs, letting her hand stealthily slip down his pants. He was already aroused from her awkwardly sexy dance and she certainly felt it as she started to pump his cock in her hand.
"S-Sorry about this! I'd usually be a little gentler, but I’m in a hurry," Milk apologized in his ear. “You should visit me at Pizza Thot if you want to see me again!”
"Noff probruhm!" The customer gave her a shaky thumbs up as she unbuttoned his pants, loosening him up for her thick warm hand to wrap around his bare cock and jerk him off as quickly as she could. By the two minute mark, she had her first customer jizzing into her palm. She breathed a sigh of relief and waved her other hand hastily towards the waitress keeping watch.
"Um! T-Towel! Towel please," she squeaked.
In the meantime - and also for the first time - Cash was putting all her cheerleading and Pizza Thot practice to good use. She swung her leg up over the top of the chair to hold her customer's face against her warm crotch, rubbing her other thigh against the growing bulge. She took his chin in her fingertips and lifted it up to look at her face, pulling him into a firm and tongue-filled kiss. She pulled back just enough to let everyone see their tongues dancing in between their open mouths before she gave hers a firm flick and pulled back. The customer looked surprised as he sat back in his chair. He reached into his mouth and pulled out some still warm and wet bubblegum.
"Hold onto that, loser," she advised as she went to her knees. She lifted her top with one hand to show off her snug black sports bra while the other undid his pants, stripping them both in one go to tease him before popping the head of his cock into her mouth. She raised a flirty pierced eyebrow to him as she bobbed her head up and down, lightly tugging the dick around with her lips until he busted his load, letting hot ropes of cum spray against the roof of her mouth. Cash gulped it down and licked her lips, holding out her hand expectantly. The man barely had the wits to pass her back her gum as she snapped her fingers.
"Yo! Next," she called confidently, glancing up at the scoreboard. Milk was holding up her end of their two points, but she frowned to see that the Thot Wings girls were tied with them.
---
As soon as the timer had started, Honey had turned away and started a hopping twerk towards her customer. Her pants barely contained her ass and they seemed to only shift lower on bouncing butt until her entire polka-dotted thong was visible. She took the enraptured boy in front of her by the head and pulled his face into her ass, wiggling him between her cheeks with a happy giggle.
"Dig in, hon! Have a little bit o' fun with me and go nuts!"
As she let him go, the customer buried his face and hands happily into her ass. Honey grinned, bounced her ass against his face a few more times, and pulled herself off of him, turning around to tug on his collar and give him a firm kiss with her pillowy lips. The boy fell back with a dumb grin on his face as Honey turned back to show off her ass to him one more time before plopping it onto his lap. She gave a mockingly shocked expression as she faced the crowd. "Oh, honey! Is the circus in town, ‘cause you are pitchin' a hell of a tent back there~!"
It got a cheap laugh from her audience as she shook her fat buttocks back and forth, grinding into him with her booty without even taking off the boy’s pants. The customer certainly didn't seem to mind; he laid back weakly in his chair, gripping the arms until he came hard enough for Honey to feel the spreading wetness against her ass cheeks. "Whoops! Looks like my cake got a lil’ bit o’ cream filling!" Honey chimed, sitting up and helping the lucky guy up. Their judge marked up their point as she saw the obvious cum stain on his jeans.
"Hey, you.” Grill had simply stormed up to her customer and lifted him in the air by his arm. The muscle-bound goth spun him around until she had her thick bicep pushing against his neck in a rough chokehold. "Dick out. Now.”
"Th-Thank you! I mean, yes, ma'am!" he choked out as he quickly dropped his pants. Once he'd met her demands, he was obviously already hard for the dominant belle-in-black.
"Good boy." She suddenly pulled even tighter, lifting him off the ground as he started to gasp for air. She tore his pants off the rest of the way, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
"You won't be needing these any time soon," Grill advised as she caught him by the legs. The pale amazonian lifted him up like he was a baby, stuffing his head under her arm so that his first breath of fresh air was right into her armpit. He didn’t seem to mind at all, and definitely showed no signs of resistance as Grill inspected his cock between her thumb and forefinger. She sighed, and pulled him up closer.
The guy shuddered as Grill grabbed him by the ass and jerked him upward, stuffing his cock into her mouth and sucking him off without ever breaking her intense glare. The panting customer writhed in her grasp for a short while before Grill pulled her mouth off with a loud and wet pop. She drooled a bit of saliva and cum over his stomach as he squirted out the rest, Grill turning him around to set him on his shakey feet.
“Again.” Grill demanded, scanning the audience before pointing at another young man. “You! You’re next.”
---
Cash had been witness the whole ordeal, and there was no doubt left in her mind - these two were a force to be reckoned with. She shook her head to get herself back in the game, before turning to grab her next customer.
“Alright. Let’s take it up a notch,” she declared. She stepped in behind the new guy and started kissing her way up his neck, sliding her hand right into his pants without bothering to strip him. She felt around until she could start jerking him off, pulling his head towards her and pressing her black, bubblegum-scented lips against his. The quick handy scored them another point as Cash frantically waved to the next customer. “Come on, come on,” she urged, wiping her hand off on her pants.
“Honey, if you’re struggling to keep up now, you’re gonna have a hoot of a time when we finish our warm-up! As for the rest o’ you - I’m starving for some good cream!”
Honey waved graciously to her next customer as she snatched up two cans of whipped cream from a nearby table. She shook them up as she waltzed back over to him, tucking them in between her boobs and squatting down to pop his cock out of his pants. She skillfully twirled the cans before spraying out a frothy pile around the base of his member.
“Is this gonna be what I think it is?” The man asked with excitement behind his tone.
“Aw, hon - this is gonna be what you dream about.”
She left a wet smooch on the man’s tip and wolfed down his cock in one go. It was impressive and satisfying enough on its own, but the poor guy wasn’t prepared for the curling of her soft and loving lips as she sealed them around his meat, leaving a slick vaccuum with one wet slurp down to the cream. Honey let her customer know how much she was enjoying herself, moaning and sucking on his dessert-flavored shaft. Her soft lips squeezed gently together, applying pressure that quickly turned into a pulse of pleasure for the lucky man.
Before she had time to lick off the rest of the cream, the slippery piece of man-meat jerked forward and squirted past her hungry lips. Honey stayed on her knees and waved over the next young man, leaving her customer with one long and final suck, casually licking the whipped cream and cum from her lips as he departed with wobbly steps.
“Oh my, hon - looks like somebody didn’t order boneless,” she giggled as she stroked the bulge straining against the shorts of her new arrival. Without giving him a chance to sit down, Honey threw his pants around his ankles, pressing her still-wet mouth around him with a slurp that already had him halfway to cuming. Once again, she sealed her lips around her customer, pulling back slowly and parting her mouth just enough to let her saliva drool down her jiggling chest. As the man groaned and grunted - ready to burst - Honey pushed her face all the way forward, letting her nose honk against his stomach. He shuddered, letting his cum pump freely down her throat, letting the clown swallow her third point of the contest.
“Piece o’ cake!”
Milk was still on her second customer, sweating as she knelt between his legs. The chubby cowgirl had her cocoa-colored tits around the man’s throbbing shaft, kneading and rolling them around with her hands in a way that had him melting into his chair. The dumb look painted on her customer’s face was all she needed to know that he was having the time of his life, but it sure wasn’t breaking any speed records.
Milk had found herself too caught up in pleasing her assigned customer - good for business, but bad for a competition like this. When she spared a glimpse at the scoreboard and saw them falling behind, the girl took a deep breath to steady herself.
“S-Sorry about this, but we’re in a hurry! Sorry!”
Milk peeled her fat tits apart to let his cock poke out from between her cleavage - a hard feat to achieve for most men. She pursed her plump lips and popped the tip between them, sucking wetly and noisily as she pressed her face down at a slight angle.
It was a technique Milk had learned purely by accident on the work floor, and it was a little embarrassing to resort to it - but desperate times called for desperate measures. The angle of her blowjob allowed her to rub her smooth nose ring along his shaft a couple inches lower. As expected, that extra push was enough to help him shoot his load in record time. Milk politely swallowed, and let the rest trickle out past her lips to pool on her breasts.
She looked up just to wince at the waitress marking another point for Thot Wings.
“H-how?” she moaned.
“Hard work and perseverance,” Grill replied.
The amazonian goth had no trouble when it came to manhandling her victims-- or customers, as some would call them. Her second lucky man strode confidently towards the chair, only to be caught by the arm. “No you don’t,” she frowned, pushing him to the ground.
Stepping her thick thighs out of her shorts, Grill planted her largely-naked ass on his face. The man was as shocked as he was aroused, which became entirely evident as the goth tore open his zipper - too impatient to actually undo his fly. She squeezed her thighs together, clenching her ass firmly against his face as she gripped his cock and jerked him off.
“You know the rules, boy. You don’t get to breathe until you cum.”
Her smile was sweet, her face feminine and doll-like - a deep contrast to her honeyed voice and muscular body. The guy, clearly familiar with the routine, thrusted his cock against her hard grip unloaded past her fingertips. He pawed at her thighs, but Grill chose to ignore him instead, motioning for the next contestant. Another man - more timid - approached as he looked beneath her.
“Is he gonna be okay?”
“He won’t complain. Get your cock out.” The new guy started on unbuttoning his pants, only to yelp as Grill tore them down with one hand. “Too slow,” she growled.
Grill pulled him against her, leaning back to arch her back. While the pose showed off her large chest, the main attraction was clearly below it; her bare midriff flexed, and she pulled on the customer’s hips, forcing him to grind his cock against her washboard abs. Between the firm ridges of her six pack and her pulsing, tensing stomach, he couldn’t help but cum over her iron stomach.
“Hmph.”
---
“Wowee! You’re just sizzlin’ as usual, ain’tcha, Grill?” Honey chirped. “Hope our guests don’t feel too bad about falling’ behind.”
Cash and Milk were being left in the dust. They struggled along for the next few minutes, but it soon became painfully clear that the home team had the edge on them. The score said it all; four-to-six, and they weren’t gaining much ground.
Cash pumped a guy off with a two-handed quickie, rubbing another out by sliding the man’s tip against her pert nipples. Just as quickly, however, Honey had slid down her pants and positioned herself over her chair, letting one lucky customer cum deep in her ass. She smiled at Cash playfully from across the floor, revelling in the gap between their abilities.
Grill was still sitting on the beaten customer’s face as she trapped a newcomer’s dick between her bicep and forearm, jerking him off with a uniquely powerful muscle-job. At seven minutes left on the clock, Pizza Thot found themselves three points behind, at a hefty score of five-to-eight.
“Shit,” Cash muttered to herself, waving the next customer over. “This would be so much easier if we just--” She paused, and quickly snapped towards Milk. “Yo, Milk!”
“H-Huh?”
“Remember that big guy last shift - the one who ordered the Double-Stuffed Crust Buster?”
“Um, y-yeah? But that wasn’t us--”
“Doesn’t matter! Let’s do it!”
Cash grabbed her customer’s chair, dragging him over in front of Milk’s customer, putting the two men face-to-face. They looked up at the girls in both confusion and curiosity, letting the girls hastily unbutton their trousers to pull out their hardening lengths. With one synchronized stretch, Cash and Milk sat on their respective customer’s laps, squeezing their cocks between their ass cheeks. Cash whipped off her top, joined by a blushing Milk as the two pulled themselves closer to swap spit in front of the cheering crowd. Milk let out a moan as she let Cash knead her massive breasts, using her free hands to slap and squeeze Cash’s pale cheeks.
Cash made sure each lick of Milk’s tongue was slower and more deliberate than the last, though she couldn’t help but get a bit too into groping Milk’s jiggly bits - there was just so much of her to grab onto, after all. She settled for breaking the kiss in favor of sucking on Milk’s fat nipple; something that got a huge reaction from the two customers, who had just as much fun slapping and pressing the wobbling cheeks that so expertly grinding against their cocks.
“Oh? Well ain’t that cute? They’re workin’ together!” Honey noted casually. She climbed on top of her primed and ready customer, squeezing her pants past her ass to let her rub the man’s member between her chubby thighs. She thrust her breasts into his face for good measure.
“But you like my honkers more, right, hon?”
“Mmf… mmhmm,” he mumbled back, nodding and playing with her tits before he involuntarily let his seed loose all over her dark thighs.
On the subject of dark thighs, Grill had rolled over to her side to squeeze a customer’s neck between her muscular legs. She flexed her inner thighs as she jerked him off with a steady hand and bulging forearms. “Hardly seems efficient,” Grill scoffed, more concerned about getting her painted nails messy than anything else.
Cash and Milk were quick to prove her wrong. Their plan had paid off, and the cooperative stunt rewarded their efforts with cum painted on both of their asses. Cash pulled back from the painting Milk, waving two more customers down to join in on their antics.
“How’s that for teamwork, huh? If we can’t catch up one-on-one, then all we have to do is double-team. Your curves, my skills - we can still do this!”
“Yeah! Let’s show those two what a couple of college girls can do!”
---
As the first customer approached them, Cash wasted no time at all, promptly pushing the boy into his seat. The chubbier Pizza Thot sat herself down to her knees, fumbling to fit her heavy tits around his shaft. Cash was already behind her, catching her tits for her and groping them as she rubbed them rapidly around the customer’s cock. The customer, generic quip-in-hand, had his aroused outburst put on pause by Cash’s dark lips pressed against his. Working their magic, it wasn’t long before Milk’s squishy jugs and Cash’s capable tongue got their next customer to enthusiastically paint Milk’s tits.
“Good! Next bastard gets to see what a Pizza Thot’s mouth is made of, so come on down!” Cash yelled her order to the crowd, letting the adrenaline take over. Following in the steps of their rivals, the second customer had barely sat down before the two thots yanked his pants down to wrap their mouths around his cock. He was hard in record time as both Cash and Milk let their tongues loose, mixing their saliva together as they sucked him off as quickly as they could. The customer slumped back in his seat, and as the two girls shared a passionate kiss around his cockhead, he couldn’t hold out any longer. With a parting of their lips, they watched as ropes of spunk shot between them like a small fountain.
“Come on, come on! Fresh buns, on the double,” Cash clapped her hands together, pumping herself up even as sweat stuck her short dark hair to her face. She climbed onto the next customer’s lap, joined by Milk back-to-back as they gave the man a very jiggly lapdance.
Milk took him by the chin and lightly kissed his face, taking over for the tired Cash. They were making headway, but even that was taking its toll - Cash was talented, but her lack of effort at work made something like this even harder. Nevertheless, she was driven, and Milk was going to do everything she could to support her friend.
With a jerk of his cock, the latest customer walked away spent, giving Milk another chance to look up at the scoreboard. There - for a few seconds - they had tied. But with the waitress striking another point down for Thot Wings, they were left trailing at eleven-to-twelve.
“A-Ah! Um… here!” Milk turned and pushed her pillowy breasts against her customer’s face. “Cash, could you, erm…” Cash glanced back at her friend and gave her a thumbs-up. She knew Milk better than anyone. Her shy personality was her main appeal - outside of her unmatched curves - but that didn’t make her any less nervous.
“I got your back, big girl.”
Cash slid aside to let Milk mount her customer’s lap on her own, cupping her breasts from behind and giving them a firm squeeze. She turned towards Honey and grinned.
“Check this out, Bozo! Fresher than your lame-ass whipped cream, that’s for sure!”
The customer looked up in surprise as Cash milked her best friend right into his mouth. He hungrily drank it down, with trickles of sweet milk dribbling from his lips faster than he could suck. Milk’s hot and heavy hips squeezed together, letting his cock release over her thighs, leaving white streaks along her sweaty legs. Cash wiped her brow, resting on her partner’s back as the customer slinked out from beneath them. At this point, they were giving it their all - but with three minutes left on the clock, it wasn’t enough.
“I’m not… giving up,” Cash grunted as she turned to the next customer’s seat. She refused to give Honey and Grill the time of day, lest she de-motivate herself in the final stretch. “It’s a long shot, but I’ve still got ‘that’--”
“DAMN IT, THERE YOU TWO ARE!”
The crowd suddenly parted as Boss shoved her way through their naked legs. The shortstack glared at her employees, storming into the middle of the room with a bubbly Tips strolling in behind her; already winking at a couple of the cuter boys nearby.
“Do you know how late you two are? I try to give you a little leniency, and now you’re playing around in another restaurant!?”
Cash looked dumbstruck. “H-How…?”
Boss snapped towards Tips, who meekly rubbed the back of her head. “I wanted to check this place out, so I got here about ten minutes ago, heh. But it looked like you two were having fun!”
Cash groaned, slumping into the empty seat. She had been caught playing hooky - even if she hadn’t meant to - and now she was too sweaty and exhausted to head back to work. Milk, on the other hand, fidgeted nervously under the judgmental gaze of her manager.
“S-Sorry, Boss… we came here to get some food, but then these two challenged us, and then there was this competition, and Cash worked really hard - it’s not her fault!” Milk sniffled. “She wanted to prove that Pizza Thot was the best, but even then…”
Boss raised an eyebrow at Milk, and then turned to Cash, who rolled her eyes. It was a surprise for sure - but a welcome one. She had never seen Cash so protective of their restaurant after all.
Boss looked towards the scoreboard, nodded, and looked back at Milk.
“So - tag out,” she said plainly.
“H-Huh?”
“Tag out. Let us take a crack at it.” Boss gestured towards Tips, who cracked her knuckles. Grill, halfway through choking a man between her thighs, shrugged and looked at her partner.
“How does beating all four of these fools sound, Honey?”
“Ha! They’ve barely got two minutes left,” the clown merrily chimed in. “If you think that’s enough to break even, then you must be even crazier than me--”
“Cool.”
Boss casually slapped Milk’s hand, throwing off her pants in one blindingly-fast motion. She hopped into the customer’s lap and wiggled her pantied ass back and forth so quickly it looked like she was sitting in a vibrating chair. The customer gasped and groped the air a few times, twitching as he came all over her back and ass. Boss hopped off, dusted her hands, and looked towards the crowd.
“Next.”
The room had gone dead quiet. They were unfamiliar with Boss - but what they did know, was that this man shot his load in mere seconds. Cash’s eyes lit up as she realized what had happened - no, what was happening. These people had no idea what they had unleashed. Milk and Cash might’ve been decent waitresses, sure.
But Boss and Tips were professionals.
Cash hurriedly turned to Tips. The freckled amazon was already ahead of her, towering over her seat and waiting to get tagged in. “Make ‘em blow,” Cash smiled, slapping Tips hand. Without so much as an explanation, Tips pounced on the nearest customer, pinning him to the ground and pressing her face into his crotch. With a few ravenous and wet slurps, she pulled back and smacked her lips as thick ropes of cum flew across her face and glasses.
“GYAHAHA! Let’s get a move on, boys!” Tips turned and lifted her shirt, already in a rush to bury the nearest two cocks in between her tits.
“H-Hey! One at a time, you bimbo!” Honey nervously cut in.
“I know! The other one’s in case the first gets lonely, y’know?”
Grill joined Honey in staring dumbstruck at the Pizza Thot side of the competition. The buff goth released her head-scissored victim, who had been helplessly jerking himself off to a faceful of ass only moments before. “This is a joke… right, hon?” Honey asked, looking on in disbelief as Pizza Thot took the lead for the first time in the competition.
“I… don’t do jokes,” Grill muttered, sitting agape as Tips and Boss went to town on their customers. The Thot Wingers snapped themselves out of it and hurried to catch up - but before long, they found themselves in the same position as their earlier rivals. Eleven-to-twelve became seventeen-to-fifteen within a minute.
Tips’ tits and tongue made easy work of her share, while Boss’ bouncing booty left every other eager man shoving to be next in line.
“Hey, we’re all out of customers on this side!” a bare-naked Tips announced, waving her cum-soaked hand at their hostesses. “Can we borrow a couple of--” The buzzer went off.
Tips gave a disappointed groan. “Aw, man. Who wants to do a bonus round? How about you, big guy? Gyahaha!”
The girls of Thot Wings were blown away. They gawked at the scoreboard - a hefty twenty-two loads busted had smashed their paltry sixteen. Pizza Thot had doubled their score in under two minutes.
“Now that blew us out of the water,” Honey admitted quietly to her gloomy coworker. Grill sighed, slapping down a damp twenty dollar bill from her panties towards Cash.
“Thanks for the bill,” Cash said with a smirk, popping her gum as she grabbed her pants, slinging them over her shoulder to follow Boss through the door.
“You ain’t heard the last of us, Pizza Thot!” Honey honked after her. “You wait ‘til the rest of the crew finds out about this!”
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Having left the restaurant proper, Boss turned back and took her first good look at the new place. “Pretty fancy,” she admitted as she finished zipping up her pants. “Who eats wings for dinner, though?”
“Ha. I know, right?” Cash chuckled, letting her ass bounce back at the now-growing group of admirers. “And… thanks, Boss. You two really showed them up.”
“Hey, I heard about what was going on back there. You really gave it your all, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Cash sighed, rubbing one of her aching shoulders. “Don’t ever expect me to do that at the store, though. Trying totally sucks.”
“It was worth an ask,” Boss laughed, patting Cash on the thigh. “But you defended Pizza Thot’s reputation back there. That made me happy to hear.”
Cash mumbled something, and smiled slightly. “Whatever.”
“Now - I had to call Chadsworth to handle the rush, so… considering the circumstances, you two should go take a shower and head home. We’ve got it from here.”
And so the night went on.
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In the back office of Thot Wings, the manager leaned back on a large leather chair, lazily reviewing the security footage. When it was over, she clicked her teeth and threw the tape in the trash. “That Pizza Thot sure is something else, huh.”
She lifted up a stack of papers, thumbing through the pile of applications. If they had to compete with that, then they’d need someone big.
“...Okay, maybe not that big. That’s ridiculously big. Impressive though… no. No, no - not enough tits. Not enough ass. Too much tits. Is that…? Huh. Not sure what’s up with that tongue…”
“Hey, hello?” A voice came from the other side of the office door. “I just moved into town, and I couldn’t help but hear that my little sister works at one of these ‘thot’ places now. Do you know if she’s here?”
“Huh? Did you try asking--”
“The other employees? I have a hard time interacting with people face-to-face, so I was hoping to just pop in and get some information from you, if that’s alright.”
The woman on the other side of the door walked in. The light of the manager’s desk-lamp obscured most of her features, but even in the dimmed space, she was…
“I-I-I, uh…” The manager stammered. “I could, um… t-totally help. W-What’s her… her name?”
The woman gave a warm, heart-melting smile.
“I heard she goes by… ‘Tips’?”
