STORY - Pizza Thot: Wheel o' Fortune! (Patreon)

Popping in at the end of the month, here's another fic for all of y'all by Luffy316! This time around, Boss reveals a new toy to play with for the restaurant - a roulette wheel! Only something's a little off about this one...

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“Alright! Team meeting is a-go, so put a lid on it!” 

Boss, the snappy, shortstack manager of Pizza Thot, paced slowly in front of her staff. The collected few were either sitting, standing or leaning around the employee lounge. 

"A few quick updates for today, so listen up! Cash; I approved your time off. You're good for next week."

"Dope," she replied casually.

"Ooh! Where you going?" Tips asked brightly.

"My apartment,” said Cash. “To play videogames,” she added.

“Chadsworth!” Boss continued, pointing her pen at the burly, mustachioed gentleman. “The parking lot is full of squirrels again. You know what that means.”

“If I must,” he sighed. Chadsworth dutifully picked up the worn-out broom handle from the corner and placed the accompanying metal bucket upon his head. It had ‘SQUIRREL DUTY’ written on it in bright, obvious lettering.

“Good. Now, to address today’s main topic…” Boss gestured to the large set of cardboard boxes beside her. “I picked up some goods for the shop. Most of it useful, all of it cheap. I brought you here so we can work on one of them in particular. There we go--!”

Boss pulled out a large roulette wheel covered in blank spaces. A smaller wheel was built into it, which spun along with the first one when Boss gave it a flick.

“W-What are we supposed to do with it?” Milk asked, her big figure squeezed into one of the lounge chairs.

“Well, your average pizza places would have customers spin it for prizes. Giveaways for the kids, discounts, coupons, yadda yadda-- you know, crap like that. But we’re not the average pizza place, are we?” Chadsworth gave a proud ‘hear, hear!’, pushing the cumbersome bucket out of his eyes.

“So, we do our usual thing, then? Perv it up?” Tips offered. Boss smirked and bobbed her pen towards her.

“Exactly. Perv it up.” Boss turned back to the wheel and scrawled out ‘Boss’ in her tidy handwriting. “So! Everybody grab a marker and put your name on the big wheel! When you’re done, put an action on the lower one. Customer gets to spin it for ten bucks, and they get what they get - from whoever they get. Got it?”

The staff formed a group around the wheel as they came up with ideas. By the end, it had been filled - everything from hugs and hickies to lapdances and oral. Chad, stuck with squirrel duty, had the privilege of writing two actions on the wheel. And as he went off to fight his noble parking lot battle, Tips brought the wheel to the main floor, and posted the new rules beside it. 

The new promotion was on!

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“Yeah, just ten bucks,” Cash said indifferently, nodding at the wheel. The bearded man looked up at it curiously as he waited for his chicken strips.

“That sounds pretty good! Let’s do this.” He slid Cash a tenner as she popped her gum, waving for him to go ahead. He gave it a firm whirl, Cash watching their names and activities go clicking by.

“Anything you're looking forward to?” Cash asked lazily. The wheel was really picking up speed.

“Uh… is ‘you’ the right answer?”

“I don’t care.” Cash remained impassive. In her mind, sleazy people were easy to deal with. Customers developing crushes were the real pain in the ass, and she didn’t need more of those. 

“To be honest, you’re great, but… I’m actually pretty partial towards your boss,” he admitted.

“Great.” Cash nodded idly. “So, what - is it the shortstack thing, or the pushy-tsundere thing?”

“I don’t know what either of those words mean,” the customer muttered as the wheel slowed down, reaching its destination with a punctual click. It read: ‘Spank Cash’. He looked expectantly at the cashier, who stared blankly back.

“Just a fair warning,” she said without budging an inch. “You smack my ass, and I’ll smack yours right back.”

“Is, uh… is that allowed?”

“Wouldn’t be fair otherwise, would it?”

The customer hesitated. “So… can I have a reroll, or anything…?”

Cash sighed and leaned her head back towards the work area. “Hey, Boss! Any do-overs?”

“Stop wasting time!” Boss called back. “If he doesn’t wanna do it, just pick someone on the crew to do it for him!”

“OOH! Pick me, pick me!!” Tips burst out from the kitchen. “I’ve always wanted to do this!”

“You’ve always wanted to get spanked, or you’ve always wanted to spank me?” Cash asked, raising a pierced eyebrow.

“Yes!” Tips replied.

Cash rolled her eyes and looked towards the customer. He smiled politely and shrugged, curious to see where this would lead next. She sighed, and walked towards Tips, spending no time at all before suddenly smacking her coworker firmly on the ass. The freckled delivery girl squeaked, jumping a few inches into the air as her big booty wobbled around in her pants. 

“You deserved that one. Now, c’mon - your turn.”

Tips rubbed her sore butt as Cash turned away from her. “Pain don’t hurt me none,” she smirked. Tips wound up for a homerun, but her victim’s expression barely changed. Cash had to deal with wandering hands every day - all instances of which were often met with the cold shoulder, a stoic stare, or her favorite string of curses and degrading insults. Getting spanked by a coworker? No prob--

“...!”

She wasn’t, however, prepared for Tips to pants her in public, revealing a pair of black panties with silver horizontal stripes that rode around her curvy little ass. Cash’s eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment, right before the echoing crack of Tips’ hand smacking her across the ass with everything she could muster.

“Fucking SHIT!” Cash gasped, grabbing the counter just to keep from falling over from the power-spank. She quickly yanked her pants back up, smacking Tips around her arm and fat tits (whatever she could reach while redressing herself). 

“You bitch! You made me swallow my gum with that shit!”

“Worth it!” Tips giggled, shielding herself but not putting that much effort into escaping from Cash’s attacks. The customer laughed at the childish squabble between them.

“Ugh! Just knock it off and get this bitch his chicken!” Cash ordered, blushing heavily by the time she turned back to him with her arms folded. “You’re lucky this job pays well. I hope you’re happy.”

“Very,” he said with an amused grin. He took his food and went back out to his table, spreading word about the restaurant’s new wheel.

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“Yeah, yeah. Ten bucks a spin,” Cash sighed as the next customer came to pass. He gave it a good spin while Cash counted his coins. “Just do me a solid and spare my ass this time, wheel.”

It whirled around for a while, clicking down as it slowly rotated to its next stop. Cash let out a breath of relief as it barely slipped by her name, landing on something completely new.

“‘Get oral from PB’! Huh. Lucky dude.”

“Wait, really!?” The aptly-nicknamed Chef came hurrying out of the kitchen to gawk at the wheel. “Like, with her mouth?”

“That… is what oral means,” Cash groaned. When she wasn’t smoking in the alley, exasperated sighs were her main means of breathing.

“Okay, this I gotta see.” Chef grabbed a nearby stool and took a seat.

“N-No way!” Milkbar scrambled over shortly after, nearly tripping as she waited for this near-unbelievable occurrence. “All this time and I have never seen her face! Are you sure you don’t want to tag me in for this one?”

“Heh, sorry,” the buzzcut-customer refused. “By the sound of things, this is one BJ I don’t wanna miss.” He sat in wait until PB eventually made her way to the front of the store.

With Tips on deliveries that day, she wasn’t wearing her usual biking outfit. Instead, PB sported a pair of tight lycra bottoms and what appeared to be a huge foam peacock (wearing a visor and with a pizza slice instead of tail feathers) covering her entire upper body. The chest stuck out enough to show that her breasts pushed at the costume's limits in that department, but staring back at the company's cute mascot was more than a little off-putting.

“The wheel doesn’t lie,” Milk encouraged, pointing at the results. “You’ve gotta lose the costume and go down on our lucky winner, PB!”

PB's costume tilted around with her. She looked from the wheel to Milkbar, then back at the customer. The suit bounced in place, suggesting she was shrugging (or nodding?) as she suddenly pushed the customer in the chest. 

He fell into the chair behind him, shocked but aroused by the stoic mascot. She strode up to him like a runway model, making the pizza-peacock look even more out of place as her hips wiggled from side to side beneath it.

The rest of the staff looked on in curiosity as Chadsworth came slumping in from the back entrance. His bucket had a few dents in it, and his clothes had several rips and scrapes, revealing his muscular chest. He leaned on his broom handle like a walking stick, which looked like it was heavily gnawed on. "Well, my friends, the squirrel menace remains!" he panted. "They're learning how to organize themselves. I barely made it back before one of them pulled a very sharp-- oh! My word, is PB about to do what I think she is?"

She kind of was. PB kneeled in front of the customer and swiftly undid his belt before pulling down his pants. His member was hard and waiting as she swooped and went down on him. Rather than take off her costume, however, the woman in the peacock suit simply lowered the foam head around the eager cock, letting it vanish into its beak.

"Okay, that's kind of a cop-out," the customer started before his body stiffened up. "Ooooh, fuck! No it's not! Fucking okay!" 

There was a slightly-muted sucking noise coming from the inside of the cute bird costume, with PB's mouth wrapped around the head of his shaft like some kind of mascot-themed gloryhole. It looked like he was fucking the beak of a giant toy peacock, but the customer couldn't complain about the firm pressure of the tongue and lips inside. She stayed patiently silent apart from the smacking of her lips and occasional slurp of her tongue that ran her drool down to the base of his masterfully-handled cock.

"Not quite what I was expecting," Milk admitted, watching with a puzzled frown.

"At least we know she has a head now, right?" Chef added as he stared in fascination. 

The foam beak squished against the customer’s groin as PB took him in deeper. He shuddered as his cock plunged in so deep he could only guess he had gone into her throat by the tightness around it. The peacock head pulled back up slowly, PB's mouth sliding with it. She took a long, warm exhale that blew across the customer's glistening cock, letting it throb until she lightly bit down near his cockhead. The man jerked and grunted, grabbing the head of the peacock costume as the closest thing he could get to holding her in place. PB bobbed her head a few more times, making it seem as if the beak was pecking at his cock while she slurped her tongue and lapped up his cum. A bit of drool and semen dripped from the edge of the beak as she lifted her head.

"W-Wow. That was… really weird," the man answered breathlessly. "But a good kind of weird. Thanks, lady."

PB nodded silently, showing no sign of fatigue from her relentless advance just a few seconds earlier. She leaned towards the customer, and the slightest sound of a smooch could be heard as the beak touched his cheek. PB waved, turned around, and went back to her station.

"Dude!" Chef and Milkbar hurried over to the satisfied customer. "You gotta tell us everything. What did you feel in there? A birthmark? A nose? Maybe a lip ring?"

"I... wasn't really paying attention? Kind of busy getting my dick sucked." They went on drilling the customer as Boss rolled her eyes. She had also been watching, albeit from the back room.

"You guys are way too obsessed about her looks. Just get back to work." Boss started to go back behind the counter when Tips caught her by the arm.

"Ah-ah! You've got something to do first!" she chided. Boss looked up to see a beaming woman standing by the counter. The wheel had worked its magic once again, landing on ‘Get a hickey from Boss.’

"Alright, alright. Had to happen eventually," Boss sighed. She approached the giggling young lady in jeans and a t-shirt, sizing her up before retreating to pull up a chair to stand on. Boss took the visitor's wrist and lifted it up to her face, locking her mouth around her forearm and sucking on the flesh.

"Aw, booo!! Sissy's choice!" Tips cat-called from the register. "Could you imagine having to explain a hickey on your ass when you got home?"

"Could’ve at least gone for the neck," Cash added.

"I don't need any of the peanut gallery!"

Boss scowled at her crew before going back to work on the reddening spot. She glanced up at the girl, who giggled as their eyes met. Boss averted her gaze again and concentrated on her tongue and lips to squeeze and put more pressure on the spot. She finally peeled her mouth off, the small round bruise left behind and dripping with her drool. 

"Good enough?" Boss muttered modestly.

"I could always go for more," the girl laughed anxiously. "But that's great. Thanks, um… Boss."

"No problem," she mumbled, hopping back off her chair. She started to push the chair back when she heard the wheel clicking to a stop.

"Whoops! Might want to keep that chair, Boss!" Tips said happily. "You won again!"

“...Seriously?" Boss looked back towards the wheel. Sure enough, it had landed on ‘Lick the nipple on Boss.’ The smirking older man at the counter shrugged.

"Ooh, ooh! Can I do this one too? Boss' nipples are always so cute and perky, and I never get to see them as much as I want!" Tips pleaded.

"Yeah, try to sound a little grosser!" Boss snapped at her.

"Gahaha! Tell you what - I'll even let you suck on mine if you let me lick Boss' for you!"

"Deal!" the guy immediately agreed.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with mine!?" Boss objected, starting to blush. It was no secret that Tips liked to rub her big tits in her face; both figuratively and literally.

"Nothing - that’s why I wanted to play with them so bad!"

Tips skipped over to Boss, with Boss’ chair making up for the two feet of difference between their mismatched heights. Boss was quick to tug off her top, exposing the simple B-cup sports bra that would undoubtedly go missing had she let Tips remove it for her. 

Her perky boobs were the smallest set in the restaurant, and the way she blushed redder than ever showed that she more than sore about it. She clenched her fist as Tips rolled out her long tongue, clearly drooling past her fangs and braces as she beamed with glee. 

With one greedy gulp, she popped all of Boss’ boob into her mouth, making the shorter of the two shudder as she slowly peeled her lips off of it. Tips’ eyes brightened into a smile; her mouth too busy enjoying her boss’ breast to join in. She slowly swirled her tongue off of it to tease the pink bud, now completely erect.

“You didn’t have to enjoy it so much,” Boss grumbled, rubbing her wet chest gingerly.

“Gahaha! Neither did you!” Tips poked Boss’ erect nipple, causing her to jump and squeak in surprise. Tips turned her head and planted a loud, smooching kiss on her other nipple, getting that to harden up as well.

“HEY! It said nipple! Singular!” Boss yelped, smacking Tips across her tits. Tips just cackled, enjoying the scolding strikes as much as they were punishing. Boss heard the wheel start to spin again. With the ball rolling, it had become a very hot item on the menu.

“We got a repeat!” Cash reported to a wincing Boss. “Customer gets a lick of Milk’s nipple!”

Boss couldn’t help but sigh in relief, using the time to pick up her bra. She slid her shirt back on for the time being, and noticed that the tracking needle on the wheel had just barely missed getting Boss again.

“Oh, you know our girl put that on there herself!” Tips giggled, eyeing the blushing and very busty waitress.

“No, I swear! I was the one who put in ‘hugging’!” Milk defended in a flustered voice.

“What? Boooring,” Cash droned. “At least hickeys are minimum effort with lasting results.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind the hug,” her winner mused. The customer was a short and pale-skinned college kid known as Noah. He kept his eyes locked on Milkbar’s famously huge and bouncy breasts; easily the biggest pair in the restaurant - which was saying a lot with Tips and PB running around. 

Word had gotten around that the bovine-themed girl lactated so much that she was the secret ingredient to their finer cheeses and milkshakes, and Noah was more than privy to this, having jacked off the past few nights thinking about it. After all, they certainly looked big enough…

“Make Boss do it!” Tips shouted over Milk’s shoulder.

“How about you fucking give me a break!?” Boss shouted back as their audience of customers laughed.

“I’m sorry,” Noah said firmly. “I really can’t pass up on this. How did you want to…?”

“Just, um… help yourself?” Milk blushed heavily enough to show on her cocoa-colored cheeks, unbuttoning her top until her lacy green bra burst out. It was classy, but clearly a heavy-duty number to hold back her H-cup tits. 

Boss moodily averted her eyes as Milk had to struggle to get one of her hefty jugs out of her bra, the big brown pillow bouncing back down into place. Her nipple was already hard, as if her boobs were anticipating the attention.

Noah bent over to get level with Milk’s teat and glanced up at her. The thick waitress’ wavy hair usually got in the way of her eyes, but at his angle, he had caught a flash of her staring intently. She averted her gaze and bit her lip, still opting to cup her breast and hold it to him invitingly.

Noah ran his tongue up her breast, teasing his way to her cream-toned areola before stroking along her erect and puffy nipple. Milk moaned and shivered, her head rolling to one side as her breath had begun to run heavy. 

Minding her reaction, Noah wrapped his lips around her nipple and tugged lightly. Milk squeaked and shivered a little, inadvertently jiggling the heft of her breast against his face. With no objections, Noah scraped his teeth along her plump brown flesh and started to suck. Milk let out a long, low moan akin to a delighted moo as she shuddered. Sure enough, Noah felt a few squirts of sweet, warm liquid drip into his mouth.

He pulled back in surprise. “I knew it! The rumors were true!” Noah licked his lips as droplets of leftover milk trickled down the waitress’ chest.

“A-Ah! What rumors!?” Milk babbled. “There’s lots of rumors about this place, and they’re not all true!!”

“Oh, uh… nothing. Nevermind! Thanks a lot, though.” 

“Well… thank you too,” Milk blushed and offered a small smile. As long as he was down there, Milk thought to take the opportunity, catching him in a hug and squeezing his face between her big brown breasts. 

After a few hoots and hollers of approval from the other patrons, she released the poor customer from her cushioned grip and stood up to excuse herself.

“Thanks for um, shipping at Pizza Thot. I’m-- I’m gonna go in the break room for a while…”

Milk stuffed her breast back into her shirt and scurried off to the back of the restaurant. “And knock before you come in!” She added quickly.

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The wheel ran nonstop throughout the night, and much to Boss’ dismay, she was on the receiving end of most of it. The manager was left embarrassed as she held hands with another customer, somewhat thankful that Chad’s more modest suggestion had paid off. 

She gave a hug to a much taller customer, who was more than happy to grind into it as her face came up just higher than his crotch. 

She had to slide under a table to eat out an overexcited customer until her strong little tongue rewarded her by getting squirt all over her face. 

She gave out two more hickeys and got spanked over another guy's knee, and by then she was starting to work up a sweat. By the time Boss got picked out for a lapdance, she threw up her hands in outrage.

"Seriously!? Why is it always me!?" she moaned.

"Hey, it's not always you!" Tips pointed out. She leaned on the counter, her nearly naked tits spilling out over the surface. "I had that truth-or-dare a few times back."

"After nearly landing on me again!" 

To be fair, Boss was glad to have avoided that one. Tips had been sentenced to wear nothing but pizza ingredients from the kitchen, which she was (naturally) happy to agreed to. She had two large slices of pepperoni slapped over her nipples and a cold slice over her crotch. 

"Whatever, let’s just get through this. Alright, you - sit down." 

The grinning customer took his seat in the lobby as Boss sat on his lap, grinding her pear-shaped bottom against his groin. He got hard in no time at all with his cock nestled comfortably between her ass cheeks. At least she could face away from him, she thought to herself.

"Congratulations, buddy! Looks like it's 'Get a handjob from Boss!'” Cash called out.

“Fucking what!?” Boss snapped. She clenched up and straightened her back, unintentionally pushing her ass harder into her first customer.

“What the hell is wrong with that wheel? I’m gonna…” She looked behind her, matching eyes with her current patron. He smiled, and she bit her lip and grunted.  “Fine. Send him over. I’ve still got my hands free.”

The next customer came over and whipped out his dick expectantly. Boss pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. At least a guy of his size wouldn’t be a handful, she thought. The shortstack manager wrapped her fist around his cock, thumbing the space just below the head as she rubbed her ass over the first customer's crotch. She managed to get a back and forth rhythm going, gyrating her hips and using her grip on the other guy's cock as a point of leverage. The bouncing of her hips added another level of pumping to her wrist, and her handy new lever helped with her successive drop. For all her complaints, Boss certainly knew what she was doing with her customers.

"Thanks for making this quick, pal. Lot of customers waiting," Boss said with a wry smirk, winking at the guy in front of her. She cupped his balls with one hand, giving a light and harmless squeeze as she gave a long stroke along his cock.

"Heh, if you think I’m gonna be quick, yo-- A-AH! Ohshit, nghuahh!!" 

The front customer shuddered and began to cum in Boss’ hand as she glanced over her shoulder at the man she'd mounted, directing her gaze down to the thick piece of meat rubbing between her black-clad cheeks. "And if you don't want to mess those pants, you'd better whip it out. In fact, I don't want to have to change again today." 

Boss shimmied forward, letting the man dig his cock out as she unzipped and removed her pants. Her lightly tan-colored cheeks stuck out from her snug panties, riding up her ass and pussy from all the gyrating and grinding. The warm bare flesh fit tightly around the rear customer's cock, and Boss returned to her routine, with her cheeks bouncing and jiggling as they rode wrapped around him. Boss didn't even flinch as the customer came between her ass and lower back, and she barely cringed when the other squirted over her hand and onto her face. She hopped out from between them as soon as she had the space.

"Thanks. Come again," Boss said curtly before she marched up to the counter. She stopped the wheel in mid-swing as Tips went to give it another whirl for the next waiting customer. "Just a sec, Tips." Boss poked her head behind the wheel, rooting around until she double checked the front and frowned. "Okay, that explains it. Who put this back here?"

"Who put what?" Tips asked. Boss quietly checked her off the list of suspects. Tips was a lot of things, and a good liar was not one of them. Boss came back out with a sealed roll of pennies.

"This was stuck to the back behind my nameplate to make it heavier." She gave it a quick squeeze before she peeled her sticky fingers back off of it. "Stuck there with gum."

Cash casually blew a bubble and popped it loudly. “Hey, looks like it’s time for my smoke break--"

"Oh, like hell it is!" 

Boss blocked her behind the register. Cash considered sliding away over the counter, but that felt like more work than doing work. She just shrugged instead.

“If you wanna blame someone, blame Tips. She spanks too damn hard.”

“I blame you.”

“Look, I didn’t wanna get picked again, and your name was the furthest away from mine. I put a little extra weight in there when everyone was freaking out over PB.” Boss glared daggers into her as she explained her latest way of dodging work. "To be fair, there's no rules on the sheet against cheating."

“There doesn’t have to be a rule, because you’re an employee! You’re not paid to play, you’re paid to work!!” Boss erupted. “I’ve been doing your lapdances and eating your pussy, and-- wait, no, that came out wrong,” she added, briefly losing her momentum. “The point is, you owe these customers some favors!” 

Boss bit her lip and eyed up her rebellious employee. She finally broken into a grin. 

“Attention, everyone!”

Boss went over to the wheel and promptly pulled down the hastily scribbled ‘rules’ pasted next to it. “For the time being, we’ll be taking a break from the random employee rule. For the next half-hour, all spins are half-price, with our lovely Cash as the recipient.”

Cash raised her pierced eyebrow as a few hoots and cheers went up from the customers. Boss had just declared happy hour and aimed it directly at her. Cash let out a sigh, cracked her neck, and popped a fresh piece of gum into her mouth. "Alright. Let's fuckin' do this."

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Fivers came pouring in as Cash was made to make up for her meddling. Anyone who was iffy on the price or the chance of landing on one of the boys came quick to reply to Boss’ call for payback. Cash Money was soon on her knees, her hand wrapped around one cock while she sucked off the other. She heard another customer spin the wheel, barely even done with the first two when she received her smack across the ass. She gasped so hard she nearly choked on her gum, pulling back from her blowjob and leaving the strong scent of bubblegum mixing with her customer's musk. "Little warning next time?" Cash grimaced.

"Holding hands!" Tips called out like an auctioneer. Cash groaned, opting to stay on her knees as she reached up to take the new customer's hand while she jerked off a cock with the other. A shot of cum went splashing against her cheek, causing her to flinch. "If you fucked up my makeup, you’re dead," she warned as she wiped it off with her sleeve.

"Here comes a hickey!" 

Cash grunted, clearly irritated but unable to do anything but gesture the next customer closer. "Just drop 'em and I'll get your thigh." The man gladly dropped his pants for the punky girl to bury her face between his legs, sucking on the soft skin while his balls rubbed against her face.

"And truth-or-dare while you're at it!" Tips declared. Cash tried to tell her to slow down, but she couldn't get out of the other man's crotch fast enough.

"Aw, it looks like her mouth's gonna be busy for a while. Let’s go ahead and assume she’s down for a dare!"

"Hey, I didn't-- OOH! Fuck!" Cash panted as the next customer pulled down her top, exposing her D-cups and the heart tattoo on her chest. She found herself turned around so that he could squeeze her breasts together, titfucking her sweaty rack as she was forced to literally bend over backwards to keep up her work on the hickey that just wouldn't seem to take. It left her effectively teabagged as she struggled to finish off her first customer. Thankfully, the new one proved to be another quick draw, spraying her chest and mouth with another appreciative orgasm.

"Gahaha! Some lucky bastard’s gonna get leftovers, because we got a nipple lick!" Tips chimed, getting way too into her role as ringmaster of this Cash-centric mayhem. “You might want to wash that down with a soda, buddy. Unless you’re into that kind of thing~!”

Boss had enjoyed the show for a while before she went back to the company showers. She stripped down and hosed off, glad for a few minutes to herself while she heard the cheers and laughter from outside. Sure, she had to spend a while cleaning the cum between her cheeks, and sure, she found herself blowing a gasket on a nightly basis, but at the end of the day, they were getting paid to have fun. Having lost track of when Cash's half-hour was up, she became aware when the shower door swung open. Cash stared at Boss apathetically, soaked in cum and sweat from head to toe.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Boss asked, folding her arms over her wet little tits.

"Don’t piss off the boss," Cash answered begrudgingly.

"Eh, close enough. Come on in - there’s plenty of hot water, and you can take your smoke break after. It can be a long one, as long as you make sure that Chad’s still alive out there with the squirrels, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Boss.”