Barista

Vanessa was only scrolling through the job listings for a minute when she saw one that was perfect. There was a coffee shop only a short drive away that was hiring a new barista. It was only a part time position which was good, and the pay wasn’t actually that bad. There were no requirements for the position other than being an adult. The position just looks like standard barista stuff, taking orders and preparing drinks, but also says that other responsibilities may be required. Still, Vanessa was intrigued so she filled out the application and sent it on its way. Less than an hour later, Vanessa received an email from the shop asking for her to come in for an interview the following day. Vanessa was surprised she got a response so quickly but she was also super excited.

Vanessa woke up the next day extremely excited for her interview. She shot out of bed and immediately began her morning routine. Taking a quick shower, she rushed back into her room, her large breasts swinging wildly. Looking through her closet, Vanessa struggles to find clothes for the interview. She doesn’t normally wear nice clothes, so most of her closet is comfy clothes. She is worried for a bit but eventually she finds some old clothes she forgot she had. She pulls out some old black pants and a white button up blouse. She quickly threw on some underwear and a bra that is a little too small. Then she put of the pant. They were fitting fine and she pulled them up her legs until she hit her butt. She pulled on the pants upward, worried that the clothes would rip. Vanessa packed her ass inside the pants, finally managing to pull the pants over her ass. The pants were really tight around her butt, looking more like leggings than dress pants with how defined it made her ass look. Lastly was the hardest part, the blouse. Vanessa pulled the top around each of her arms and started buttoning from the bottom. This was harder than it should have been due to her massive breasts blocking her vision. When she reached her breasts, she had to pull hard to make the blouse go completely around her chest. With every strained button she managed to clasp it got harder and harder to breathe. Eventually Vanessa got to the point where most of the buttons were fastened except for the collar and a couple of the top chest ones. She wanted to fasten the last few but it was impossible. She was already worried that the buttons she managed to clasp would pop off any second. Any more and the whole blouse would fall apart. Vanessa looked down at her chest, a deep valley of cleavage on display thanks to the poor fitting clothes. With that she let out a sigh of acceptance. Vanessa grabbed her things, and made her way outside to go to the interview.