Boob Con

…Boob Con. I know, it is exactly what you are thinking. In it a convention celebrating boobs. Obviously it is an 18+ event. They held it here once before and it was apparently a huge hit. I personally don’t get the appeal, but they pay a lot of money and that is all I need to know. They gave us a list of positions they would be interested in you filling. I will share them with you when you come in tomorrow. I wish we had a more normal event to start you on but unfortunately this is what we got. That should be everything. I will see you at the center bright and early.

From, Max

Reading the email, Vanessa felt like the universe was going out of its way to spite her. A boob theme convention? What a sick joke. But unfortunately, she had ****. If she wanted to keep her job, this was what she had to do.

Vanessa did her best to mentally prepare for the following day, relaxing as much as possible. Who knows, it might not be that bad to work at.

The next day Vanessa woke up early to get ready. Throwing together a small breakfast of scrambled eggs and OJ, Vanessa quickly wolfed it down. Assuming that the convention would provide clothes for her to wear, Vanessa put on her regular attire of a black t-shirt that was slightly too tight, emphasizing her large breasts, and a pair of jeans that hugged her form. She quickly continued on her way, driving to the convention center.

Pulling in to the parking lot, Vanessa could already see a big sign being raised up above the entrance. The banner was just a big pair of naked breasts, which Vanessa was shocked by. She didn’t think that something like that would be allowed in such a public place, but she wasn’t the boss. Making her way to the entrance, Vanessa saw many eyes on her, their eyes lingering hungrily on her chest. Avoiding eye contact, Vanessa continued on side and looked around for Max.

The venue had already been fully transformed from the fairly empty space she saw the other day. Everywhere she looked she saw decorations all about boobs. It honestly looked like a fever dream, with inflatable breasts, sculpted boobs, and hentai artwork everywhere. There were many tables set up, some for merch, others for games, and various other stations that Vanessa couldn’t even begin to guess what they were for. Finally finding Max, Vanessa made her way over to her boss. He looked incredibly stressed, flipping through papers, his face was a soft shade of red and his tongue was slightly poking out the side of his mouth. Vanessa wasn’t really attracted to anyone, guys or girls, but even she couldn’t deny that Max looked kind of cute like that. Looking up from the papers, Max noticed Vanessa standing in front of him.

“Sorry Vanessa, didn’t see you there.” He said meekly. “I always get like this the morning of an event. So much work to get done. But enough about me. As I mentioned in the email, the event sent a list of jobs they would be interested in having you fill. They weren’t super specific about the jobs but I’ve learned to not ask questions. I can list them for you if you are ready?” Max asked, maintaining eye contact with Vanessa.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Vanessa replied with a shrug.

“That’s the spirit.” Max said, his eyes returning to the papers. “So, the jobs are as follows. Food court, the Wall, raffle, catering, rope tying demonstration, and ring toss. That is all they tell me other than where to send you. Apparently they will explain more once you are there and will provide a uniform if necessary. So, what do you think?”