STORY - Pizza Thot: Anything You Can Do (Patreon)

 Here comes a really big one! I've been excited to see this one come to fruition for a while - with a little role reversal, we get to see the two most popular thots stepping out of their box for a little bit.

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Coming up next, we'll be exploring the second winner of the poll - "The Rivals"!

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“GYAHAHA!! That was one big tip!”

Within the busy little restaurant known as Pizza Thot, customers looked up from their lunchtime meals as the venue’s star employee burst through the front door. Tips looked as frazzled as usual after a delivery run; hair a mess, sweating like mad, with a pizza delivery box tucked under her arm. She adjusted her large bra, slipping a few bills out of her freckled cleavage in the process. She started towards the locker room, stopped, and then reached into her pants. A few awkward moments and a clatter of coins later, Tips had felt around her ass to get a few stray dollars and some quarters.

“It’s about time you came back,” Boss poked out from behind the counter. She leaned an elbow on it impatiently. “That could have easily been a ten minute delivery, you know.”

“Aw, but you know how it is! I was at the front door, and we got to talking - we really hit it off - and the next thing you know, I had his dick in my-- YEOWCH!” 

Boss smacked Tips on the ass as she walked by. Judging from the way it jiggled and the more-than-excited look on Tips’ face, it was more to keep her attention than to punish her.

“PB made twice as many deliveries in the same amount of time,” Boss scolded her. “The enthusiasm is fine, but you need to stop dragging your butt on these jobs.”

“Hey! My butt does a lot more than drag!” Tips took the opportunity to snatch a hand from a passing customer, pressing it against her squeezable ass as if to prove her point. “I’m busy making sure that these customers get a nice and memorable experience with Pizza Thot! It’s why we, like, have so many returning customers, right?”

Boss sighed, shooing the customer away to take her employee somewhere less exposed. “Delivery work isn’t an excuse to just leave and slut it up when you feel like,” she pressed. “You’re on the clock, which makes your primary focus doing your job. You’re popular, Tips, but right now, you’re both the slowest server and the slowest delivery girl.”

A few of the other employees had gathered to stick their noses in. It was early enough in the day that most of them were killing time, waiting for the restaurant to open the second - more adult - floor of the restaurant. Chadsworth placed himself close by to mediate.

“I thought Tips made a ton of money doing what she does,” Cash pointed out.

“Heck yeah, I do!” Tips laughed. She enthusiastically slapped Cash a high-five, both girls keeping their hands going to smack the other’s ass on the way out.

“In tips,” Boss remarked. “The majority of which doesn’t even go back into the restaurant.” The manager crossed her arms, and shook her head. “Look - I don’t wanna put you down for doing what you like, but a few missed deliveries from now and you’re gonna start losing us money. Tips or not, it’s irresponsible.”

“But Boss, we’ve gotta treat our customers with care! It might mean a little extra grinding and groping, but without that, folks are just gonna head to the place across the street!”

“Ladies, please!” Chadsworth stepped between them, his massive bulk enough to cut off their argument and line of sight in one go. The moustached beefcake knew when it was time to keep the peace. “Boss is right. At the end of the day, we’re running a business, and that means holding employees accountable when they aren’t keeping up their slack.”

“Thanks, Chadsworth.” Boss nodded. 

“However, I’ve also been punching the numbers, and it’s... staggeringly clear that Tips’ approach is one of the few things keeping us out of the red. If she were to do as you asked, Boss, we might’ve actually been in a spot of trouble.”

“Wait, really!?” The two girls remarked in unison, Tips considerably more excited than her coworker. 

“Really. Combine the rent we pay for a beachside building next to a popular college campus, the lighting, costumes - don’t forget the ludicrous amount we spend on custodial work - needless to say, our lifeblood lies within our absurdly high tip percentage.”

“It can’t be that much… can it?” Boss was gobsmacked. Ever since Chadsworth took over the financial aspect of the restaurant, she admittedly hadn’t seen much in the way of their recent earnings.

“Well, you could always find out for yourself.”

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Tips quickly agreed. “Boss should totally loosen up!”

Boss snapped back at her. “You think I can’t? I bet you couldn’t do an honest day’s work without going nuts.”

“Gahaha! And I bet you couldn’t do my job for a day, either!”

“Deliveries?” Boss asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, no - my real job; being the fun and flirty one of the crew!”

“First of all; not your real job,” Boss added. “Secondly, slacking and having fun is the easy part. I could do that job for weeks.”

Chadsworth winced. “I appreciate the compromise, but let’s keep this role-swap down to a day.”

“Ooh! A role-swap! Just like on TV!” Milk suddenly squeaked, beaming with excitement. She had just collected a bouquet of orders, pulling them delicately out of her big, brown cleavage. “Now we need a wacky bet, and we can all learn a little something about each other afterwards! I love these episodes!”

“Aw, Milk! This isn’t TV,” Tips laughed. She whipped around to point dramatically at Boss. “But you’re on! I bet I can be responsible longer than you can be a bouncy flirt!”

“Heh. If it gets you to work? I’ll gladly take that bet. Thanks for the vacation.” Boss grabbed Tips’ hand and shook it. “Starting tomorrow, I’m in Tips mode, and you’re in Boss mode. First one to break is the loser.”

“Five bucks says they come in tomorrow with their brains swapped,” Milk whispered to Chad. He did a double-take at the excited cowgirl.

“Pardon? You… know that’s impossible, right?”

“Five bucks,” Milk repeated. Chad opened his mouth to protest again, but looked back at the smirking Tips and Boss. He gave a dejected sigh.

“You know… no. I’m not going to risk it.”

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“Soo? How’s this for flirty?” 

Boss smiled expectantly at her employees as they got ready in the changing rooms. The restaurant’s owner was a generally practical woman; her hair in a bun and everything buttoned up properly. Having built this place inspired by the thottery of her closest friends, she had always been ready to get her hands as dirty as the rest of her crew. Managing an entire restaurant had always taken priority, however, and the repressed 30-something nerd eventually came to terms with the fact that she would always be the most responsible one.

Today, however, was going to be different. To start, she had added some cherry-colored lipstick and light eyeshadow to her look. Her hair was let down, looking a little more curly and conditioned than usual. Her uniform shirt was unbuttoned far enough to show the center of her purple bra, and tied up to expose her belly. Her pants were even lower, pulled down far enough to let others see her ‘better half’, showing off the bright green thong that vanished between her cushiony ass cheeks.

“Oh, wow! You two did swap bodies!” Milk gasped as she struggled to button her shirt over her chest.

“What? No, we just swapped roles,” Boss gave Milk a puzzled look. “If Tips thinks she can get one over me on this bet, then she’s got another thing coming. It’s time to let her know why they call me the Boss.”

“Trading duty for booty. Not bad.” PB walked over to inspect Boss’ work. She paused, and knelt down, still in her biking helmet from the ride in (despite being in nothing else but her underwear). She grabbed some hair ties from her locker (that they had never seen her use) and with some quick work, tied Boss’ curls into a pair of pigtails on the sides of her head. Boss turned to check the mirror and raised her eyebrows.

“Wow. Nice touch with the handlebars, PB.” The masked rider gave her a thumbs up before going back to her locker. “Just wait until Tips shows up and sees this.”

Milk looked around and finally noticed something missing. “Where is Tips anyway? She’s supposed to start at the same time as me, today.”

A metallic clatter came from inside the restaurant, followed by the sound of a very exasperated Chef. Boss instinctively paced her way to the kitchen, surprised to find things neat and tidy. 

Tips was holding a few pots in her arms, squashed against her impressive chest as she hung them from their respective hooks and shelves. She had all her buttons done, her clothes were smoothly-ironed and was even wearing a pants size bigger than usual. 

She was surprisingly presentable for a smutty pizza place. Hell, she was surprisingly presentable for Tips. Even her wild, black twintails were straightened and tucked back in a tight and tidy braid.

“Hey, Boss!” Tips greeted. “I came in a little early to sort some stuff out. I just finished counting the singles and thought I’d restock from the freezer and alphabetize your pots and pans. Pretty responsible, huh?”

Boss turned to Chef, who looked puzzled. He peeked into the fridge, looked at the inventory ist, and checked his carefully-lined up spatulas. “I… thanks?” He was used to the giant hugs and blunt flirting when it came to Tips, making the whole event a little hard to take in. He looked at Boss, only to double-take at her uncharacteristically-exposed outfit.

“Don’t mention it!” Tips turned back to him a little too quickly, her tits crashing into some of the serving trays and spilling them over the floor with a noisy clatter. The group winced as the last one skidded to a stop against the far wall. “Not again!” she yelped, bending over to start grabbing them. Her butt immediately knocked over a couple of spatulas in the process.

“Let me just clean this up, and--”

“I’ve got it,” Chef said, stifling his anxiety. "Don't you need to clock in?"

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Her eyes locked with Boss. “I mean, uh - I just had to prioritize work, y’know? Haha!”

Boss stepped aside to let the jiggling delivery girl go running by. She looked at Chef, who had already started cleaning up after the wreckage her tits and ass left behind. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“It’s only for a day,” she offered in response. “Don’t worry about it.”

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Boss had to admit that for the start of the day, Tips was doing a decent job. She went about it with more enthusiasm than skill, but at least she was getting the work done. Boss, on the other hand, was getting distracted from having her asscrack feel every breeze that came by. Along with her new pigtails tapping at her cheeks, it bothered her - but she steeled herself for what came ahead. The real challenge, after all, was peak hour; and as the clock struck twelve, customers had already started rolling in for lunch.

“Hey folks, welcome to--” Boss cut herself off. She saw Milk at her post by the door, eyeing her expectantly. Right. The bet. She couldn’t just look the part - she needed to act it too. Boss cleared her throat and hopped onto the counter, swivelling her hips to ensure that the customer got a perfect view of her neon thong.

“Wow, hi~!!” She gushed in a sultry voice, batting her eyes and tilting her head so that her pigtails bobbed around like tempting cat toys. “Welcome to Pizza Thot!! This must be your first time being a customer; I’d totally recognize someone as cute as you!”

The customer blushed, easily taken in by the compliment. “Oh, um. I’ve been a few times before, haha. Usually with some friends, for birthdays or… whatever. Y-You know.” 

“Mm! Well, it’s nice to finally have you alone,” Boss purred, stroking him along the collar. He was a short-haired college kid, and a very easy target. He had been to the restaurant enough to know the exaggerated reputations of the girls and guys on the staff. The fact that the usually-moody and professional Boss chose to flirt with him made the boy feel pretty special.

“Glad to, um, be here. Could I get a soda and a small fried chicken meal?”

“I think I can manage that,” Boss winked as she punched in his order. The kid started fumbling with his money when Tips came out of the lady’s room with a mighty kick.

“Bathrooms are all clean! Boy, the last time I was bent that far over in a bathroom, I was in the men’s room with a--” She caught Milk eyeing her from across the restaurant, getting her proud grin to drop. “With a… uh… satisfied look on my face! From a job well done, of course!” 

She cleared her throat and stood up straight as she walked by with as much dignity as her bouncing boobs and butt would allow. 

"Did you need anything else while I'm up, Boss?"

“You can go wash up. This one might be a little hard, but I think I can handle him all by myself.” Boss passed him back his change, but caught his hand when he reached for it. “What’d you say your name was, cutie?”

“Uh… Parks,” Parks muttered sheepishly.

“Cute name, Pa-- Wait, Parks? Are you sure one of our crew didn’t name you?” Boss gave him a quizzical look. He could only shrug in response. 

“Huh. No kidding. Well, I’ll be taking care of you tonight, Parks. I’ve always had a soft spot for shy boys.” She caressed his hand and let go of his cash. "Go find yourself a seat, and I'll come over when I’m ready."

Boss went back to pick up her order, putting Cash back at the register. Tips had left for the showers, giving Boss the opportunity to get an update from the crew. 

“So, how am I doing? Not bad, huh?”

"Really good! I didn’t know you could flirt like that," Milk clapped her hands excitedly. Out of everyone in the store, she seemed the most excited about the whole ordeal.

“I spent my college years with Chadsworth and Tips’ sister. I’d be more surprised if I couldn’t spit out crappy pick-up lines. It does feel nice letting loose a little, though.”

Chef nodded, having been brought up-to-date after the morning’s debacle. “So, what’s your next move, then?” He asked, dropping pieces of chicken into the fryer.

“Let’s see… if I were Tips, I’d probably serve this kid with food crammed down my tits.” She thought for a moment. “...Not the best idea for fried chicken, though.”

Chef rubbed his chin in thought before he snapped his fingers. He reached into one of the cabinets and came back with a few toothpicks, a safety pin, some napkins and a plastic serving basket before quickly getting to work. “I was planning on making something like this for the next time Milk had to deliver a birthday cake, but I think this’ll do the trick… what do you think?” 

Boss laughed at it, turned to Chef, laughed at it again and then raised an eyebrow. 

“...Wait, you’re serious?”

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“Okay, tiger! Here’s your order!” Boss approached Parks’ table empty-handed, but with a slight wiggle to her hips. “I’ve got your legs right here, but I thought I’d spice it up a little for you.”

She turned around carefully to reveal the boy’s basket of chicken balanced perfectly on top of her ass. Chef had constructed a simple rig that pinned the basket to her thong, letting it balance daintily on top of her asscheeks. 

“W-Wow…” Parks muttered, eyeing the hot meal and the just-as-appetizing ass being presented to him.

“What are you waiting for, kid? Help yourself.” She wiggled her hips, lightly swaying the basket in front of the boy until he finally took a piece. Picking out a drumstick, he grew enough courage to squeeze one of her ass cheeks with his free hand. He could feel Boss' butt clench as he groped her, followed by a low moan of approval. 

“It’s all nice and hot for you,” she cooed, winking over her shoulder at him.

“So hot,” Parks sighed with a dopey grin.

"Seriously, though. The basket is pretty hot. Could you go ahead and...?"

"O-Oh shit. Sorry!" Parks picked up the basket and set it on the table as Boss breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks a lot, hun," she said, sliding into the seat next to him to cuddle up against his arm. "It’s still a little hot, though. Could you check to see if it’s okay…?"

“U-Um, I…”

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"Damn. Never thought I’d see Boss serve up ass-chicken," Cash commented as she leaned on the counter. Another group of customers came in and she nodded her head towards Tips. 

"Yo, Tips, you got these guys?"

"Absolutely! Always happy to help!" 

Tips cheerily hopped up to the counter. Cash had a smug expression on her face as she leaned back against the far wall. After all, this arrangement worked out pretty well in her shoes. Boss was fun to watch in action, and Tips was dying to do more work just to prove she had what it took to fill Boss' shoes. Even if Tips kept disappearing to do more chores, it meant less work for Cash to do overall.

"Hey there, boys! What can I get for ya?" Tips greeted.

"Yeah, can we get a couple of Crustaritos and some of the garlic breadsticks for appetizers?"

"Sure thing!" Tips punched in the order - and froze. These were some of her absolute favorite items to deliver. They were just so phallic that it was a cakewalk to make an innuendo or stick them somewhere suggestive. Tips bit her lip. She had no choice but to endure it.

“We’ll also grab a jumbo pizza with some of those cinnamon pretzel bites for dessert… oh, and we’re part of the ThotBubble thing, too.” 

The guy pulled out his phone and passed it off to Tips. She smiled politely and scanned them in, barely holding back a cringe. After all, she was a huge fan of Boss’ ThotBubble system. It meant handling someone else’s phone, which gave her the opportunity to ‘sneak’ an extra sexy selfie in for them. She managed to stifle her urges and passed the device back to them.

"Oh, right-- I almost forgot. Can we get extra sausage on that?"

Tips stared at them blankly, beginning to sweat profusely as she repressed every urge to not leap on the innuendo like… well, like an extra large sausage. Damn it! Now she was thinking about it! 

“Y-Yeah…” The freckled nympho’s voice squeaked as she shakily punched in their toppings. “No… No problem. You’ll be up in… I mean, your order will be up in a few… a few minutes…” Tips cleared her throat as she passed them a receipt. “I-In the meantime, how about I show you to the arcade!? Cash! I’m gonna go empty the quarters machine!”

“Uh-huh. You keep on keepin’ busy,” Cash mumbled as she leaned back and filed her nails. 

One of the guys went to get a table while the other followed Tips to the arcade. A variety of well-maintained machines and other consoles greeted them, but Tips had already begun to bee-line for one in particular. “Hey, did you want to check out our photo booth? We just got that put in this month!” She gestured towards the curtained booth with a pleasant smile on her face.

“Oh, I’m not really into that kind of thing.” The shaggy-haired customer shrugged. “I just don’t do pict--” Tips suddenly shoved him in the chest, knocking him into the booth. He landed on his ass, laid out on the seat and wildly confused as Tips climbed in after him.

“Well, I am,” Tips purred, her eyes wide and hungry. She licked her brace-covered fangs,  salivating over the startled customer’s shirt like some kind of tall and busty predator. “And I haven’t been fucked in hours, so honestly? I’m like, starving.”

The guy quietly went to undo his pants, only to have Tips grab the waistband and tear them off, sending a button flying as she buried her face into his lap. Her freckled cheek bulged as she took his cock between her lips, eyes rolling back as she gave a long and low groan. She had been going crazy without mounting anybody for this long, and this was just what she needed. She started bobbing her head, wetly and noisily sucking on her customer with the uncontrollable lust of a Tips who hadn't had a quickie all day.

"Ohhh my god... holy shit," the guy groaned, laying back against the interior of the photo booth.

Tips growled playfully, sending vibrations up the boy’s cock before going right back to work. She bounced her head in longer, firmer strokes until her lips were sliding against the base of his dick. She lingered there with a content little purr, letting his cock soak in her drooling mouth as the saliva ran down his balls. She was settling down, comforted by the strong, familiar musk of a stranger’s groin. Her tongue writhed around like it was trying to escape her mouth, massaging her customer's cock until the guy thrusted involuntarily, letting loose ropes of cum against Tips’ throat with each hurried jerk. Tips giggled as she watched him with a knowing grin, pulling her mouth off slowly, so as not to leave a drop behind.

"Um, Tips?" Milk poked her head into the arcade. All she could see was Tips' big ass and long legs sticking out of the curtain that sealed off the photo booth, keeping her sloppy blowjob out of sight. "Just letting you know that I’m going to go refill the soda machines. You doing okay in here?"

The guy started to speak up, but Tips put a hand over his mouth. She slid her mouth off his cock with a pop and put a finger to her cummy lips with a wink. "Thanks, Milky!" Tips called back to her. "I'm just cleaning up the booth. Somebody left some gum on the seat!"

"Oh! I swear, some people... anyway, thank you, Tips," Milkbar said with a meek smile. She turned and walked back to the counter. "She really is being so responsible today..."

Tips climbed deeper into the booth, pinning the customer's face under her tits so he couldn't make any more noise. The booth was roomy enough for couples and small groups to fit inside, but it felt cramped with the towering girl laying on top of him. "This is our little secret, okay?" she said quietly as she squeezed her fat ass in after them. "Nobody has to know, right?"

The young man stared at her before nodding rapidly, making her breasts bounce against his face.

"Perfect. Now go find your friend and I'll go get your meal." The lucky stranger got up as she gave her booty call another affectionate squeeze on the ass. She gave herself a quick clean up with a napkin and went back to her register looking as controlled and tidy as she did before. But as usual, more customers were coming in… and the next five minutes did just draaaag on...

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“Ah-ah! Allow me. Your hands are going to be really busy.”

Boss had re-positioned herself onto Parks’ lap, pulling his hand to her chest as she picked up some chicken for him. She had lifted up the rest of her shirt, leaving her chest wide open for him to slide his hand under her bra. Parks let out a needy grunt, clearly not a result of the chicken. 

“You like that?” she cooed as she started to bounce her butt in his lap. “I dare you to find a better ass in this town.” 

Parks didn’t seem to mind, letting his hand fall to her other breast, rubbing over Boss’ soft little chest. Boss stifled a moan as she leaned back into the boy, intensifying the wiggle in her hips until his hard-on was wedged between her cheeks and rubbing along her thong.

Caught between groping her petite chest and getting a hell of an assjob, Parks hopelessly found himself cumming quick amidst the relentless teasing. Boss chuckled to herself as she felt him shiver and jerk; warm fluid seeping through his pants against her ass. She turned around and pulled on his collar, giving him a firm and deep kiss. Her little tongue pushed the stunned customer’s around; one last thing to remember before she let him go. 

“Enjoy your stay, sweetie,” Boss said with a confident grin. “Let me know if you need any refills - after you’ve cooled down.”

“Y-Yeah…” Parks sputtered. He fumbled for his wallet to leave one hell of a tip as Boss strutted off. She hadn’t been able to cut loose like this in quite some time, and while she knew how important her job was… she couldn’t help but miss it a little.

“Excuse me? Can I have what he’s having?” A chubby older man at one of the tables raised a hand to flag her down. Boss sized him up a minute and smirked.

"Nah. I'll give you something even better, big guy..." Boss stepped up and whipped off his belt in one smooth gesture, climbing into his chair to straddle his lap. She reached her hand down his pants and smiled, wrapping it around his hard-but-small cock. "Just as I thought," she giggled.

"Uh... sorry," the man muttered.

“Don’t apologize, trust me - it’s perfect for what I had in mind.” Boss moved down his leg, sliding her warm crotch against his thigh before she vanished under the table. She hooked her fingers on his pants and pulled them down with her, springing his dick free as she slipped her bra off in kind. Boss braced her hands on his thighs and leaned close to him, resting her chin on his belly as she glanced up with a smile. 

“You’re gonna love this one.”

Pushing her small breasts together, Boss rubbed her soft chest around his shaft. Tips was more naturally built for titfucking, but Boss was more than happy to prove she could do everything that giant nympho could. The big guy groaned and ran a hand through her hair, catching onto one of her twintails.

“Don’t be shy,” Boss grinned with a wicked gleam in her eye, cradling and rocking his cock between her little tits. “I’m giving you a tug, after all - why don’t you return the favor?”

The customer followed her lead, pulling her hair to bring her closer. Boss gave a sharp squeak, closing her eyes and biting her lip to enjoy the moment. She lowered her head and licked around the tip of his cock, letting her nipples rub around the base of it, brushing back and forth against him.

He quickly shot his load across her delicate breasts, Boss giggling as she wiped some up with a finger and licked it clean. "Aren't I just on a roll tonight?" Boss said confidently. The shortstack manager grabbed a napkin from his table, wiping herself off as she climbed onto the tabletop. She clapped her hands sharply to get the attention of the gathering customers. 

"Alright! Who else is looking for a little Boss tonight?" she called, instantly met by a mass of cheers and whistles.

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"Welcome to Pizza Thot! I'm Tips, and I'll be your Thot for the night. Let me show you to your seat!" Tips greeted her next customer cheerily.

"Wait, I haven't ordered yet. Aren’t you guys supposed to--?"

"I said," Tips said, suddenly standing at her full height until she loomed over the customer. "I'll show you to your seat!"

"...Okay." The built college football player found himself being forced into a corner booth; one out-of-sight of the register as well as most of the restaurant. Tips flippantly tossed a menu onto the table and immediately climbed in after him, mounting the muscular guy and grinding against his jeans. She couldn't undress herself fast enough, unbuttoning her top and shoving her pale and freckled tits into his face. The young man took the hint and began to knead and kiss them, with barely a few seconds passing before the impatient Tips unzipped her own slacks.

"Let me introduce you to the specials today," Tips said, keeping her tone sweet and professional despite her aggressive approach. She pulled down the boy’s pants, grabbing a hold of his member before it had a chance to get completely hard and stuffed it into her snatch, groaning as she leaned against the wall. "Ohmigod, I need to get fucked so bad..." she groaned. "Thanks for the help!"

"Wow, you must-- ungh--" The athletic student grunted as Tips started pumping her hips, making her breasts and thighs jiggle against him. "Y-You must really be in a dry spell, huh?"

"I know! It's been like, ten whole minutes and I haven't had so much as a grope!" Tips blurted out. "I was ready to start humping the cash register!"

"Wait, wha--" The jock was cut off by another grunt as he took her by the hips. "F-Fuck, lady, slow down a little, or I'm gonna..."

"I know!" Tips hissed to him, an almost feral look on her lewd expression. She licked her lips and held his shoulders as she started humping up and down on him like a piston, her fat ass lewdly slapping against his legs.

"Yo, be careful, or I'm gonna cum inside..." he gasped as Tips started working up a sweat from her vigorous thick-assed humping.

"Oh! Good idea! Easier to hide it that way!" Tips interrupted. She rode him like a bitch in heat until she felt him flood her pussy, squeezing her thick thighs back together to catch it all inside her. 

"That's the stuff," Tips groaned as she tensed up briefly and then slumped against his sweaty bod. The jock's face was buried in her tits, held hostage by the freckled mounds as she pulled her notepad out of her pocket. 

"So... what can I get you? Ten percent off for, ah... let's call it our ‘employee relief program’."

---

"Hey, Cash! Free shots for my new boy-toy Yvan here, and send one my way! We're having fun tonight!" Boss called heartily across the floor to the counter. She was seated in the lap of an older man, sitting in nothing but her thong and grinding against his crotch as he felt her up. Boss giggled and leaned back against her customer's chest. "Seriously, help yourself. The Boss buffet is way open tonight."

The customer clapped a hand against the side of her ass, making it jiggle against his lap. Boss just laughed again until he slid his hands down her chest and over her belly, appreciating her smooth skin before they vanished into her pants. Boss bit her lip when his fingers rubbed over the crotch of her panties, but remembering what sort of night it was, she let a noisy moan escape her lips. Her eyes fluttered and she let herself relax as Yvan pulled the thong aside, sliding his finger inside her.

"Do you like that?" he asked. Boss nodded so hard that her pigtails bounced like a set of pompoms. He was a little awkward in his pacing, but it had been a while since Boss had let herself be fingered by a generous customer like this.

"Don't stop," she muttered, losing herself in the moment. She could not only feel his fingering but hear the faint sucking sound of her soaking wet pussy clenching around his digits. She arched her back, thrusting out her small tits with a deep breath.

"Sorry, are you alright?" the man asked. He started to withdraw his finger when Boss grabbed his hand and pushed him in deeper. "Don't be nervous. Don't apologize," she said in a distant, breathy tone. "I'm so fucking close!" By the time Yvan found her clit, Boss was squeezing his hand even tighter. She bit her lip hard and started to hump his hand with her heavy hips. She gave a short and breathless gasp before she stiffened in his grip, soaking Yvan's fingers and the front of her pants in a warm wave of her cum.

Boss nearly melted in his grasp. She moaned and slumped against him. She couldn't remember being this relaxed on the job before. Cash came walking by with the drinks and Boss quickly grabbed and downed one herself.

"You doin' ok there, Boss?" Cash asked, raising a pierced eyebrow.

"I am... great," Boss mumbled as Yvan slowly slid his hand out of her pants. She adjusted her underwear, but she set the glass down and hopped out of his seat. "More than great - I am loving this! No wonder Tips does this all the time. What else we got? Who's next?"

"Hey, Boss! We've got a birthday boy and he's asking for you!" Milk called from the door. Bossc turned towards them, still in nothing but her cum-soaked thong. "Oh and, uh, so is his twin brother." Boss' eyes widened, turning her default frown into a grin of confidence. She cracked her knuckles and went off to meet them, the two boys ogling her immediately as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Alright, birthday studs. What were you thinking?"

"Well... I could go for a BJ in the photo booth. A little something to remember the night with..." one of the young men in hoodies offered.

"Awesome! Let's go give you a hell of a night to remember!" Boss lead them both into the booth, letting them seat themselves while the small woman managed to fit both of their cocks in her mouth. She slurred and moaned as they each pulled on one of her pigtails, and before long she was sitting on all fours in the middle of the booth. 

The photos went off as they fucked her mouth and clapped her asscheeks on both sides, making Boss feel like she was being stuffed from head to toe. They had popped in their quarters to get their strip of pictures taken, all variously filthy and sexy ones of them fucking Boss at various angles; one even had her suspended in midair by nothing but one brother's hands and his very impressive cock.

"Thanks, boys," Boss sighed, tearing off the pictures from the machine's printer. "Just careful where you post these if you don't want your profiles to get banned. We had a lot of trouble when--" 

Boss paused as she noticed just how full the booth's dispenser was. She picked them up to figure out who had forgotten to take theirs, just for her amused and content expression to turn back into a scowl. 

"...Tips."

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"TIPS!" 

Boss kicked open the back door of the restaurant. Chef had said she was taking out the garbage, but there she was leaning against the alley wall. She had her pants around her ankles while a teenager fucked her in the ass, using Tips’ business-like braid as a handle to help him thrust even deeper.

"Oh!! Uh - hi, Boss! I was just helping a customer get rid of--"

"Nice try." Boss stepped up to her and shoved the handful of photos into her face. A variety of shots plastered with nothing but Tips tackling, sucking, kissing or riding the many customers she dragged in there.

"H-How did you... uh..."

"Your fat ass kept hitting the start button," Boss scolded. She looked over to the teen, folding her arms over her naked chest. "Could you wrap this up, buddy?"

"Y-Yeah, um, hang on..." he grunted as he kept pumping Tips' wobbling ass. Boss rolled her eyes and spanked Tips' butt, making it jiggle around wildly. The customer grunted hard and squirted into and over her ass before he pulled out and meekly excused himself.

"Alright," Tips sighed, turning back to face her manager. "So I wasn't perfect tonight..."

"He--” Boss cut in, waving one of the photos around, “...was your first customer. And judging by everyone else’s reports, you’ve been ducking out with your customers the entire night since then."

"Okay, okay - so I really wasn’t perfect tonight. But come on! You know this place! What is Pizza Thot, if not a place for people to get super horny?"

Boss sighed and sat on a small bench. It was intended for smoke breaks and the occasional hook-up, but for Boss, it was where she went to cool her head. "I mean... you're not wrong," she admitted. Tips sat down beside her, not bothering to pull her pants back on.

"I guess you win the bet, though. You were doing really good out there being the new Tips!"

"Yeah..." Boss said with a frown. “When you get out there, do you ever get to the point where you can't control yourself? Like... at all?"

"Yep!" Tips said without a hint of shame.

"I got pretty crazy tonight. It was fun and all, but I was forgetting to deliver checks and take orders... just so I could get another dude off. And I mean, that can be part of the job, but it's still a business. I can't keep all that in mind when I'm..."

"Being a giant slut?" Tips asked.

"Hey, don’t use that word. I was gonna call it 'Tipping," Boss added grumpily. "My point is, what you do is fun... but we don’t need two of you running around. ...And I'm sure nobody wants two bosses, either."

"Y’know, I don't know how you do this every night either," Tips admitted. "Doing all that work when there's so many hot guys and girls around. I just... I just wanna jump on all of them and ride 'em until they tip my brains out!"

"...Uh-huh. Well, I guess you can go back to normal," Boss finally said. She gave Tips a quick smack to her nearest boob. "Just do your job while you do all that, okay?"

"Sure thing, Boss! I always work better with a couple of happy customers inside me!" Tips flicked Boss' exposed nipple, snickering as Boss jumped in her seat.

"Why you overgrown..."

"Hey, Tips!" Chef leaned out from inside the restaurant with an order ticket in hand. "We got another delivery. You free?"

Tips and Boss stared at each other for a second. Boss broke the silence by smacking her on her big wobbly ass. "What are you waiting for? Get that butt of yours in gear!"

"GYAHAHA! Sure thing, Boss!" Tips chimed. She shook out her hair and it exploded back into its wild shape, escaping from the confines of her braid.

"...But don’t be afraid to take your time. Another satisfied customer and all that.”

Tips winked at Boss and hurried inside, pulling up her pants. Boss followed her in at a calmer pace, checking her pigtails in the mirror. She flicked a bit of pizza crust out of her hair. They were always so messy. She reached up to put it back into her usual bun… and then dropped her hands back to her side. 

"Just for tonight," she told herself, hurrying back out to find her next customer.