Thursday Pt. 04

“Holy shit, what are you wearing, Claire? You look like a total Barbie bimbo! Did you bathe in peroxide or simply chug laundry bleach directly from the jug?”

“You’re one to talk, Tams. I should probably call Mattel and let them know there’s a walking, talking Bratz doll skank ripping off their intellectual property!”

Tammy ground her teeth and tried to incinerate the other–distinctly blonder–senior accountant with her glare. She wanted to toss her tepid cup of cheap coffee in Claire’s stupid face and watch her mascara run.

This gabby cow came to work stuffed into a slinky red, halter-top microdress, and clear platform stripper heels, then had the gall to mouth off at her?

The ridiculous dress had a cutout window in the shape of a heart over her hefty udders and was so short it barely covered her fat ass. However, the Asian number-cruncher could admit it took several inches off Claire’s waist and hid the soft paunch around her middle well.

As though it was no longer there or had been funneled into her obscenely large boobs and butt...

“Pink lipstick, rose nail polish, and bottle blonde hair?” Tammy snarled. “I think you’ve set feminism back four decades, Doll.”

That blow seemed to land where it hurt. One of Claire’s hands tugged at a golden lock as her sea-green eyes shifted nervously, and she frowned in concern.

“I–I didn’t dye it. It’s soaking up all the bright springtime sunshine. You should try catching a few rays, Vampirella.”

It was Tammy’s turn to flinch.

Her online purchases had begun to arrive in droves of boxes and parcels over the last twenty-four hours. Her uptown apartment was awash in tissue paper, packing material, and plastic bags as she had torn into the mountain of mail like a kid on Christmas morning.

Frilly gothic lolita dresses, tattered punk skirts replete with dangling chains, studded leather belts and collars, knee-high combat boots, ****-metal baby tees, and a lifetime supply of dark make-up now littered her living space.

It had been the sweetest **** to pick out a single outfit to trounce her office rival. Tammy had been enamored with every selection she modeled before the closet mirror.

She had looked and felt amazingly in gossamer skirts of deepest obsidian that contrasted well with so much bare porcelain thigh and the short vinyl biker girl jacket, which worked wonders on her burgeoning breasts.

…Breasts that had grown from flat plains to small hillocks overnight.

Tammy was so hot and bothered by her reflection, she had ended up splayed out on the bedroom floor, shoulders back and feet planted solidly in the carpet, hips humping the air as she trimmed her precious pearl to gushing fruition.

The first of many that sleepless cum-happy night. She had woken with a new sense of sensual invulnerability and wasn’t about to back down before this uppity bimbo. Today, she was armored in readiness for war.

Even if that armor consisted of a tiny lace bustier that cupped her upturned tits, shiny black hotpants which hardly covered her firm derriere, fishnet stockings, and blood-red Doc Martins.

The boots matched the worrying streaks of crimson that were appearing in Tammy’s long, inky hair.

“You’re more of a bubble brain than I thought if you expect me to believe that bullshit.”

“You’re one to talk, Dum-Dum!”

They were standing in the kitchenette, throwing each other nasty looks and preparing to lunge at one another when Sam trotted briskly out of the bathroom with a stern expression.

“Hey now, what did I tell you girls yesterday?” He barked, clapping his hands for attention. Two garishly made-up sets of eyes snapped onto him. “No more catfights in the office. Don’t make me build another wall.”

Tammy’s pretty pussy twinged at the sight of him. Big and burly. Practically bursting with muscle from his undersized clothes. That same smell as before wafted after the not-so-junior-looking accountant: all salt and sex and manly musk.

Claire dropped her coffee cup in her haste to get to him first. It splashed to the floor and stained the dreary carpet a new shade of brown.

“Sammy! Thank goodness you’re here.” The top-heavy blonde flounced and skipped in her disastrously high platform heels. “I’m, like, sooo~ sorry for upsetting you, but that emo skank was ready to attack me.”

She barreled into Sam, flattening herself against his front and shoving her enormous chest under his nose. Tammy fought a jealous snarl and cocked a slim hip as she fluttered her lengthy faux lashes in mock innocence.

No way was she going to come off like a thirsty bitch. Not when she had an actual brain in her skull.

“You don’t believe that, do you, Sam?” The petite Asian drawled, drowning her southern twang in sugary sweetness. “I could never disobey a man as strong and handsome as you… Sir.”

She strolled over to the pair, practicing a proper saunter. Stockinged legs flashed with each swaying step, flipping her silky hair over a pale shoulder as she shot him smokey bedroom eyes.

Claire glared daggers at her as she snuggled in closer and smooshed her lush curves into Sam’s unyielding physique. There was a particularly interesting outline of something thick and sturdy trapped down one pant leg, covering most of the distance to his knee.

It visibly pulsed, and a wet spot darkened the khaki fabric where it ended in a large bulbous lump. Tammy’s mouth flooded with saliva as she elbowed the ditzy bimbo–soliciting an indignant squark–and latched onto it with both hands, molding her lithe figure into Sam’s side.

His brooding hazel eyes flicked between both of them. Craggy brow furrowed, and lantern jaw clenched as they pawed at him, fawning like star-struck teens over a celebrity crush.

“I guess this was all just a big misunderstanding,” Sam growled, his fingers tracing down the arch of Tammy’s spine to sink into the taut flesh of her tight little butt and grip it possessively. By the lewd moan Claire emitted, she had received a similar mauling. “Maybe I should have the two of you kiss and make up. To finally bury the hatchet and put an end to this unprofessional animosity once and for all.”

Tammy jittered in his grasp, clawing fingers less than an inch from her throbbing pussy. She turned to stare at Claire, who was equally flushed with aroused confusion as they both ground against Sam’s stocky frame and exhaled hot, horny breaths.

Kiss Claire?

The thought had never occurred to her, but as Tammy looked into the wide bottle-green eyes of her sister in bookkeeping, the idea quickly gained merit.

Claire was undeniably sexy in a full-figured fashion. She sported many curvy assets that the waifish accountant secretly yearned to possess.

One innocent peck wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

“If–If that’s what you want, Sam.” She whispered as a wash of abrupt excitement fluttered her tummy. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Yup, I think it will be for the best.” He nodded sternly. “Claire?”

“If you say so, Sammy.” The curvaceous blonde chirped, then puckered up and leaned towards her.

Tammy melted at the pillowy sensation of Claire’s luscious rose lips. An involuntary moan escaped her throat, and she might have collapsed on jellied knees if not for Sam’s tight hold on her butt. She fell into the kiss, surrendering to the heat that welled within her core and misted her womanly folds.

Everything about Claire was supremely soft and comfortable. They melded together as tentative tongues touched and then grew bolder in their explorations. The big hand on her wiggling toosh slipped lower, deeper into the crack of her ass, reaching for the shadow of her pussy over the shiny black material of her hot pants as Tammy held onto the huge bulge in Sam’s pants like a lifeline.

It was incredibly sturdy. Unshifting except for the pulse of his steady heartbeat thrumming through the exceptional hardness.

“That’s it. Isn’t that nicer than all the snark and bitchiness?” He murmured, “You’re both really pretty, and pretty girls should get along, friendly-like. It makes everything easier and more fun for everyone.”

”Mmhmm...”

They moaned their mutual agreement into each other's open mouths. Pink rose and dark arabesque lipstick mashed together as Tammy shivered in arousal and Sam’s probing digits finally found the promised land. They pressed against her puffy mound, pushing through the taut rubberized fabric of her short shorts, and applied heaven-sent pressure to her sensitive nub.

“Mmmmnnph!”

It was as though he hit the trigger on a primed detonator. Bone-shaking bliss exploded through Tammy. Her taut little body seized as an almighty crash of blinding pleasure rocked the very foundations of her existence and rewrote the definition of ecstasy in her endorphin-flooded brain.

Claire seemed to be enduring a similar experience.

She sagged into Tammy, wrapping her in a strangulating hug as her bodacious figure bucked and jerked wildly, squealing down the smaller woman’s throat. Her voluminous mane of golden hair blanketed them both as only Sam’s herculean strength kept them upright through the thrashing throes of carnal climax until, after a timeless period of floating weightlessly in a euphoric void, they returned to earth once again.

“There… I bet you both feel better now.” Sam stated proudly, retracting his magic hands to slap them soundly on Tammy and Claire’s butt cheeks. “Best of friends at last. Maybe more than friends, if I didn’t misread the signals there at the end?”

He articulated the question with a quirk of an eyebrow as Tammy labored for oxygen and extricated herself from Claire’s clutches. A thin strand of spittle still connected their bruised lips.

What was he asking? She wasn’t into women, at least not until he brought it up… Claire had felt wonderfully soft and warm now she thought about it.

“Is that something you’d be into, Sammy?” The voluptuous blonde sounded hopeful, sending Tammy urgent, meaningful looks. “Because it could be…”

She just nodded along, still half lost in the post-orgasmic glow and feeling his massive cock lurch in her grip at the sapphic suggestion. The pungent wet spot on his pant leg grew, and her mouth watered.

Sam cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah… that would be super hot, but it’s not about me–”

“Samuel!” Sadie’s voice rang out from her office doorway. Crisp and commanding. “I need you in here right now. No excuses and on the double!”

“Pardon me, ladies.” Sam released them and doffed an imaginary hat to the two blushing senior accountants. “Duty calls, and I wouldn’t dream of interfering in the beginnings of such a beautiful friendship.”

Claire hugged Tammy close, sliding a silky thigh between her shaky, stockinged legs and thrusting her ginormous udders into the diminutive Asian’s face, burying it in the heart-shaped cleavage window.

“Hurry back, Sammy Baby! Me and my new girlfriend will be waiting.”

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