Road Side Assistance

“Great! Just my luck,” Danielle huffed as her road-weary Mazda Miata sputtered and groaned. Danielle cursed as she steered the car over to the shoulder of the road. She had taken the road through the backwoods because it was a shortcut.

Danielle was already running late for her shift at Hooters. She glanced at her phone and moaned, seeing it had no signal AND a low battery. “Great, it’s like I’m one of those idiots in a horror film,” she mumbled. Worse was the growing likelihood that she was going to have to miss her shift altogether.

While hardly the most punctual employee, she was given a lot of breaks by the management due to her massive tits. Despite being called Hooters, most waitresses were barely above a B-cup. But Danielle's mammoth tits were almost local legend. Her bosses often let her habitual tardiness slide because they knew the only reason people were coming to eat was to get a glimpse of Danielle's gargantuan cock-knockers jiggle and bounce as she merrily made her rounds. Plus, there was always her bosses' fervent hope of getting their hands on the stacked blonde.

A few of them had even begun writing Danielle up more and more for her lateness and other minor infractions as part of a long con to eventually blackmailer create a quid pro quo system where they could finally get Daniele right where they wanted her.

Danielle wasn't an idiot. While she wasn't aware of her bosses Machieveelian's plans, she knew why men were so nice to her. She wasn't born yesterday. Puberty had hit Danielle like a freight truck. Her proportions seemed less like your average girl's and more like an anime drawn by a horny animator. Nor was Danielle all that innocent. She wasn't above using her body to tease, cajole, or fluster men to get her way.

Besides, she didn't see any harm in using her god-given gifts to get her way. Men were easy to control. All she had to do was cry "" or "harassment," and she had them wrapped around her finger. Far from ever being threatened, Danielle had always found the opposite to be true.

Danielle got out of her car just as a semi-truck barreled past her, blaring its horn. Startled, she squealed as she jumped back; her neck hit the top of the car, causing her to drop her phone. Looking down, she stamped her foot in frustration as she saw the cracked screen. An action that only made her massive knockers jiggle. “Damn it!”

She picked up her phone and angrily tossed the now useless phone onto the driver's seat. Danielle popped the hood and was met with a spray of hot water and a burst of smoke. She screeched and jumped back. Her gargantuan cock-melons came tantalizingly close to jumping free of their pitiful cloth prison.

Danielle wiped the water from her face. She waved away the smoke and looked down in confusion and growing anxiety at the mass of quick fixes and patches she had applied in a attempt to keep her car running just a little longer. She was so preoccupied with her car's last gasp of life that she didn’t even notice the water had also sprayed her white tank top, making it transparent.

If she had, she likely wouldn’t have cared too much. If she had, she wouldn't have gotten a job as a waitress at the world-famous breastaurant.

Danielle reached out to check the radiator hose. Her hand brushed the hot radiator; she pulled her hand back from the scorching heat. “Crap!”

A cool breeze tickled Danille's bare skin; her nipples grew hard from the cold. She shivered and rubbed her bare arms for warmth as she looked up at the sky. The sun slid behind a bank of ominously dark gray clouds. “Shit, just perfect". Danielle bit her lips as began to worry about missing work, having no phone, AND being stranded in a thunderstorm.

Danielle whimpered as went over her options. She shivered again as the distant thunder cracked throughout the sky.

Just then, Danielle noticed a car in the distance.