STORY - Pizza Thot: Beachside Blitz (Patreon)

To kick off July, we have an absolutely massive fic waiting for you! Just in time for summer, it's our biggest story yet - the clash between Pizza Thot and Thot wings! There's a bunch of banging, a few surprises, and... romance! Honestly. 

In any case, here's to a big month - and without further ado, read ahead...

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Pizza Thot had been doing well lately, but a thriving restaurant meant a busy staff. Boss was having to pitch in more around the restaurant and she was feeling run ragged herself by the end of the day. Seeing that the crew was worn out and the weather was nice, Boss felt like it was time for a break. Boss worked with the team to find the best day to shut down The Thot and drive out to the beach for the day.

They all drove down together and after a bit of swimming, they started to go after their separate interests. PB convinced Pineapple to try out water skiing with her while Milk and Cash hit the boardwalk, checking out various arcades and shops. Chef went off for a walk on the beach, though he was quickly distracted by some of the more novel and original food stands. On the main beach itself, Boss, Tips and Chad laid out on their towels to work on getting some sun.

“You guys are so lucky. You’ve both got such good tans,” Tips praised as she laid on her stomach. It was hard for her to find bikinis that fit her (out in public anyway), so she wore a shirt with some snug bikini bottoms. She had ditched her shirt to try and tan her back, letting her massive tits ballooned out from under her to either side of her chest.

“I have no idea how you live in California and still look so pale,” Boss pointed out. “It’s sunny every damn day out here.” She had a much more modest swimsuit on, given her more petite and manageable figure; a green two-piece with a frilly top and skirted bottom. She barely looked up from reading her novel through a pair of sunglasses.

“I dunno. Must be my freckles getting in the way.”

“A clever idea, but I doubt that’s the case,” Chad pointed out. The muscular and moustached man was lounging with his thick arms behind his head, most of his lotioned body on display thanks to his preference for thongs. “I do hope the customers enjoy tanlines...”

“Maybe it’s because I’m naked all the time. My body doesn’t even notice it’s in the sun anymore. GYAHAHA!”

“Wait a minute… did she just say ‘gyahaha?” The Thots looked up to see a trio of vaguely familiar faces. A frowning figure towered over them from a few feet away, casting a long shadow across the Pizza Thot crew. She was plenty tall, but her shadow was notably larger than usual because she was carrying a large and lacey black umbrella to shield herself from the sunlight. She still wore a tight-fitting one piece, a large diamond shape cut out of the middle to show off her abs and a fair amount of underboob. Grill scowled with her dark-lidded eyes, crossing her muscular arms while still holding her umbrella safely over her half-shaved head. “Of course. I thought I smelled pizza crust.”

“I guess Pizza Thot’s doing better than we thought if they can afford to take a vacation,” Honey chimed next to her. The dark-skinned beauty still had her pink-tinted hair tied into its puffy buns. She either still had her clown makeup or she had gone overboard on the sunscreen, given the mask of white across her face with her round black clown nose. Her tits and ass were overflowing from her multi-colored bikini as she put a hand on her thick hip, tonguing the lollipop in her mouth over to one cheek. “Ain’t that right, honey?”

“I just thought someone left some trash on the beach,” Buffy scoffed. He wore a loose-fitting tank top and a thong bottom that exposed a generous amount of skin. His silvery hair was as loose and wild as ever, his sneering mouth veiled behind the studded facemask tied around his ears. His eyes darted over the girls before locking on Chadsworth. “Wait! You’re the guy from the bar!”

“Ah yes! You were the gentleman who was hosting that contest at the club! Good to see you again!”

“Bitch, I ain’t nobody’s gentleman,” Buffy huffed as he folded his arms, blushing behind his mask. He remembered quite clearly how he was fucked silly by the beefcake in front of a crowd of horny men barely a week ago.

“So what? You guys are friends of Chad’s or something?” Boss asked as she looked up lazily from her book.

“Seriously? You don’t even remember the clown?” Grill asked skeptically. Boss just shrugged.

“Well then let us remind you, hon, cuz you better remember!” Honey cut in. “We’re from Thot Wings, the sexiest restaurant in Queen’s Beach! We were just taking a little vacay from work. I didn’t think we’d have to see your sorry mugs around here.”

“If it helps, I’m not that sorry. Gyahaha!” Tips cackled, leaning up on her elbows to give her tits some room to breathe.

“It really doesn’t help,” Grill grumbled.

“So you expect me to believe your team just took the day off on the same day as ours by coincidence?” Boss asked incredulously.

“Not exactly.” A new voice interrupted the conversation, calm and confident. A redheaded woman stepped up to the conversation, smiling coolly at both parties. The Thot Wings girls’ eyes went wide as Pepper addressed the group. The tall woman was wearing her usual open leather jacket with the spiked shoulders with her dark red hair straight down to her ears. She wore her usual skull-shaped earrings and a skull and crossbones necklace that rested between the cleavage of her round and perky tits. She wore nothing but a bikini underneath her jacket, and given the small bulge in her bikini bottoms, Boss saw that the rumors were true about her packing a little something extra below the belt.

“Once I’d heard you were coming down here, I thought it would be a great opportunity,” Pepper went on. “Not just for revenge, but for some decent advertising for the both of us. Sounds like a decent offer, doesn’t it?”

Boss sighed and took off her sunglasses, tucking them into her top. “You know that salt water’s going to ruin that jacket, right?”

Pepper’s sly smile faded, but she didn’t respond right away. “A small price to pay to look fashionable,” she finally excused. “So what do you say?” The Thot Wings manager reached into her jacket and produced a flier, passing it off to Boss. She skimmed it briefly as a frown crossed her face. It was a simple printout advertising “Thot Wars! Pizza Thot vs Thot Wings in sexy beach-themed contests today at 2PM! The hottest Thots competing for your pervy pleasure!” 

Boss looked up at Pepper incredulously. “We made plans to come here like… two days ago,” Boss pointed out.

“Your point being?”

“How did you arrange all of this that fast?”

“I was up all night designing the fliers,” Pepper said levelly. “And if you think that’s good, you should see the banner.” The Thots’ eyes looked down the beach to see two posts in the sand holding up a “Thot Wars” banner written in black and gold. A small crowd was starting to gather .

“I’m surprised we did we not notice that earlier,” Chad admitted. Boss checked the flier again and passed it back to Pepper.

“So what? No prize on the line or anything?”

“Just the pride of your trashy pizza place,” Pepper said, earning a scowl from Boss with that comment. “Do you need some time to gather up your team?”

Boss thought for a moment. The others were off having their own fun and the point of their trip was to relax. There was no need to stress them out over this. “We’re the only ones here today,” Boss bluffed casually. She glanced at Tips and Chad, who looked back at her expectantly. “So how about we just make it three on three?”

“Sounds perfect.” Pepper smirked at her employees. “Go ahead and get ready, girls. It’s almost time for the show.”

“Sure thing! This sounds like fun! Gyahaha!” Tips sat up and grabbed her shirt. She had barely starting to put it on before running towards the banner.

“I wasn’t… talking to…” Pepper muttered but Chad chuckled at his enthusiastic coworker.

“Don’t mind her. She just gets like that when she’s excited.” The beefy Thot got up and stretched before offering Boss a hand. She ignored it and got up on her own before tossing her sunglasses into her bag.

“Alright. Let’s just get this over with,” Boss said as she dusted some sand off her thighs.

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Pepper got in front of the crowd of gathered onlookers, firing them up with a quick intro to the games. Much like the fliers she’d passed out, she didn’t give much of a description. Just that the restaurant who won the most contests would be the Thot Queens of Queen’s Beach. The redheaded manager reached into a duffel bag and pulled out a handful of wooden poles, each a few feet long.

“For the first game of the day, it’s an old-fashioned limbo contest! You may have seen these boys and girls go down, but who can go the lowest?!” Pepper teased suggestively as she started setting up the poles. The center stick was fixed at four feet off the ground when the manager stepped back. “Rules are simple. You take turns going under the pole. You’re eliminated if you knock the pole off the bars or fall to the ground. Once everyone goes under, we lower the bar a few inches and repeat. Last restaurant with a competitor left is the winner. Sounds pretty fun, right?!”

The audience cheered as Tips started stretching, bending her leg behind her back. Pepper was a little disappointed to see the Pizza Thot crew ignored the glares and smirks of her employees (and whatever it was Buffy was doing behind his mask). The masked Thot cracked his knuckles as he stepped up to the limbo pole.

“Take notes, Pizza Thot. This is where a little flexibility can get you.” The slim boy arched his back nimbly, curling himself backwards and slipping right under the pole. He ended it with a little shake of his ass as he stood back upright.

“Oh, I’m plenty flexible!” Tips said proudly. “Check this out!” She hopped up to the limbo stick and arched her back, putting her weight into her hips in a thrust that only Tips seemed able to accomplish. She scooted closer and despite her towering height, she barely bumped the pole with her nipples before sliding under. The audience cheered and whistled as she waved happily at her fans.

“Hmph. Well mine looked better,” Buffy huffed.

“Gyahaha! Sorry, but when you got boobs like mine it’s not always easy. I could’ve taken a pole to the face if didn’t lean far enough.”

“Th-that’s no excuse!” Buffy snapped, blushing behind his facemask as he finally tore his eyes away from her bouncing freckled boobs. He looked back at the competition as Honey turned away from the pole and bent over, hopping backward to bounce her booty to victory. Chad started to follow suit, but the hunky piece of manmeat wasn’t quite as limber as the rest. He couldn’t bend far, which made his bulging thong smack the pole off its spot for the first elimination.

“Looks like Chad is out! Not looking good for Pizza Thot!” Pepper announced over her portable microphone with a hint of smugness.

“Aww! Too bad, honey,” Honey cooed as she smiled, sealing her pouty lips around her lollipop. “Guess not all of us know how to shake it.” She glanced back at Grill expectantly. The towering goth sighed and finally folded up her lacey black umbrella, sticking it into the sand.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she groaned as she stepped up to the pole. She stared for a moment before finally starting to bend over backward. She tried to lean on one arm and while it showed off her abs, the long-legged waitress wasn’t even close. Her thick thighs smacked the pole and her solid body sent it toppling over.

“Yea, well... I tried.” Grill walked back and took back her umbrella as Pepper replaced the pole.

“And we’re tied back up!” Pepper declared as she got things set up. “Just one more Thot left in the round…”

“Done.” Pepper didn’t even notice Boss passing under the pole. She barely had to stoop over to cross the limbo’s threshold, shrugging as she went to stand by Tips. “So you lower the thing now, right?”

The audience laughed at her casual approach as Pepper collected herself. “Right! Let’s go down another three inches then. Let’s see who can survive round two!”

The next round proved more difficult for both sides. Tips worked her same pelvic magic but it couldn’t keep her famously bouncy tits from slapping the pole right off. Honey proved surprisingly flexible as she limboed under, but her balance gave out as she yelped and flopped backward into the sand.  Boss and Buffy made the second pass with similar ease to the first, though Buffy handled it with notably more style.

“Hey! Nice work back there!” Tips praised as she grabbed Buffy and squeezed him into a hug. The slender Thot grunted as his face was mashed into Tips’ tits, almost completely vanishing in her curvy embrace. “You’ve really got some moves, you know that?”

“That’s the point! It’s the same moves that are gonna beat your cheesy restaurant!” Buffy insisted. Even with his mask on, he couldn’t completely hide his appreciation. The growing bulge in his bikini bottoms was becoming more apparent.

“Of course it’s cheesy, silly! We’re a pizza place! Gyahaha!” Tips giggled as she hugged him tighter. Buffy’s hardon rubbed against her thigh as her hands started to wander instinctively, but Buffy pushed her away to storm back towards the contest.

Pepper lowered the pole once again, and this time Boss had to put in a little effort. She squatted and arched her back, briefly glad she didn’t have the same problems as Tips to worry about when it came to her chest. She had to pick a bit of a wedgie out of her butt once she was on the other side, but she made it safe and sound.

Buffy shook out his silvery hair and curled his back into an almost complete C shape, the crowd whistling and catcalling at his show of flexibility. He started to slip under the pole as Pepper smirked, confident that her most flexible competitor would be able to fit under with no trouble… until she noticed the problem. “Buff! Watch out for your-!”

Buffy squeaked in surprise as the tip of his erection smacked the limbo stick. He grabbed at his tender boner, sending both poles wobbling before falling on his side. Tips’ smothering hug had gotten to him more than he’d been willing to admit and the bulge in his bikini had been just enough to nudge his way into elimination.

“That… means…” Pepper muttered in brief disappointment. “Buffy is out. Pizza Thot wins the limbo contest.” The crowd whistled and cheered as Buffy dusted himself off. Tips came over and offered him a hand.

“Ah it’s okay,” Tips assured him. “Maybe you’ll get us next time. But if you need something to help you take the edge off that boner problem of yours…”

“Like I’d need your help for anything,” Buffy huffed. Even so, he grabbed Tips’ hand to pull himself back up. “So what’s next in the contests, boss?”

“Wait, am I deciding?” Boss asked, looking confused. “Is that how this works?”

“I meant lowercase ‘boss!’ Pepper!” Buffy whined.

“Glad you asked, Buffy. What’s a day at the beach without some strip volleyball? If you’ll follow me over to the nets, we can start the next round.”

“She said ‘strip,’ right?” Boss muttered to Chad as they followed her lead.

“I am happy to report that she did.”

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The Thots went to opposite sides of an assembled volleyball net as Pepper tossed the ball to Honey. “We’re gonna make this nice and simple so our fans and future customers aren’t sitting through a whole game. When your team scores a point, it’s the other team’s turn to serve, but more importantly…” Pepper grinned and removed her leather jacket to set it on a beach chair beside her. She sat on a foldout chair, crossing her legs daintily to show off the bulge in her bikini bottoms. “When the opposing team scores, you lose a piece of clothing. The first one to get three points wins with their opponents buck naked.”

The crowd shouted and cheered in approval as the Thots got into position. With a whistle from Pepper, Honey tossed the ball and served it over the net. Tips squeezed her arms around her boobs and set it back up, easy pickings for Chad to jump up and spike back to the other side. The Thot Wings crew stared at the small crater Chad’s shot had left behind as he flexed and winked for the crowd.

“Okay… guess we’re watchin’ for the big guy,” Honey mused as she peeled off her bikini top and threw it to the sidelines. She winked and cupped her heavy brown tits for the crowd while Buffy tugged off his shirt to show his lightly tanned and slender chest.

“VERY big guy,” Buffy muttered, recalling the last time they’d met. His eyes darted from Tips’ jugs to the outline of Chad’s shaft before keeping his eyes on the net. Grill was still in her one piece but she settled for peeling off the top half of her swimsuit to expose her hard, pale upper body and firm tits, leaving the upper half’s straps dangling at her waist.

“Alright. Fine,” Grill sighed as she picked the ball out of the crater. “I’ll handle it.” She went back to the edge of the field and smashed it over with one mighty swing, leaving the Pizza Thots hurrying to intercept it. Boss dove and clipped it with one arm but it still bounced just inside the boundaries to tie them up.

“See? Is that so fuckin’ hard?” Grill grunted as her opponents started stripping.

Tips actually gave a happy sigh as she removed her shirt and whipped out her freckled tits, earning her share of whistles and murmurs from the crowd. Boss ditched her top while stepping away from Chad, already knowing what was coming. She didn’t want any shirt shrapnel on her when he flexed his way out of his shirt, tearing it to shreds until it fell off his chest to give the crowd another muscle-baring pose.

Boss fetched the ball and returned it to Chad who set it back over. This time Grill rushed the net and barely had to hop to smash it back down, shooting the ball into the sand hard enough to whip Tips’ hair around from the breeze.

“2 to 1 for Thot Wings!” Pepper announced as her rivals lost the last of their clothing. Chad’s impressive package bobbed out of his speedo while Boss wiggled out of her skirted bottoms, forcing her to bend over and show off her impressive ass. Tips just seemed to enjoy showing off, shaking her ass and slowly peeling off her bikini bottom until Boss smacked her across the cheeks.

“Come on, Tips. We’re falling behind,” Boss said firmly.

“Not to worry, Boss. I think I have this now…” Chad winked at her as he reclaimed the ball and launched another serve across the net. It went at enough of an angle that Grill had to run to intercept it but she sent it right back. Chad had a gleam in his eye as he charged in and smacked it back over, breaking into a noisy duel between him and Grill. The other four found themselves staring and just getting out of their way to let their powerhouse teammates work through their showdown. While Chad set himself up to return a high-flying shot, Tips’ voice suddenly snapped him out of his focus.

“Ooh! I got it!” Tips hopped in the way and lightly tapped the ball back over the net. Grill was still in the back of the playing field, waiting for another powerful return from Chad when her eyes went wide. The others scrambled to catch the rather lazy return but it bounced into their side regardless.

“Gyahaha! That’s two to two! Let’s see those buns, people!” Tips cheered, firing up the crowd all on her own.

Grill gave a short grunt and squeezed her way out the rest of her swimsuit. The cheers and whistles grew louder as both sides were left naked (unless you counted Buffy’s mask). Buffy flung his bikini  bottoms over his shoulder while Honey slingshot hers into the midst of a few handsy boys, jiggling her ass for them as she went back into a ready position. Grill glared at Chad as she snatched up the ball. It was about the same as her usual expression except that this time she meant it.

“Move up on the big guy,” Grill ordered quietly to her teammates. “Just in case he gets tricky again.”

“Sure thing, hon. I’ll keep an eye on freckles while I’m at it.” She slapped hands with Buffy as they moved in close to the net and let Grill launch another thundering serve across the line. Chad started towards the ball when Tips went rushing for it.

“I got it! I got it!”

“Oho! Be my guest!” Chad welcomed, backing away as Tips dove for the ball. Her hands went too far, but the volleyball landed right between her tits and went bouncing wildly back into the air. It went seemingly at random, leaving Honey and Buffy to scramble around in a panic for where it was going to end up. Tips landed on her stomach and splashed up some sand as she glanced up at the stray ball flying over her head. The Thot Wings team tried to stick by Chad but before the ball could head his way, Boss hopped on Tips’ ass and got some shocking air as she launched herself after the ball. Everyone was left staring as the shortest person on the field spiked the ball right between her opponents. The crowd went wild as Boss went over and helped pull the naked Tips up to her knees.

“Nice moves, Tips. And thanks for the boost,” she said casually.

“Gyahaha! It was nothing! It’s about time my ass knocked something over in a useful way!”

“That’s… another win for Pizza Thot,” Pepper announced begrudgingly. “But let’s not get too caught up on that! We’ve still got more to go! Next up we have chicken fights, so let’s head for the water, people.” The crowd showered the Pizza Thot crew in adoration as they gathered their discarded swimsuits. Boss just got dressed while slapping a few hands but Tips and Chad were happy to hand out a few naked hugs before following her lead.

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“For our next contest, it’s two players from each team,” Pepper said as she laid out the rules. “One member sits on the other one’s shoulders and the first one to fall off loses. The riders can do anything they want short of punching or kicking, but the carriers can’t mess with the riders. And of course, just for you faithful fans who stuck with us this far… the riders will be topless! So who’s your pick, pizza punks?”

Pepper thought she had an edge on this contest as well. The logical choice for them was Boss riding on Chad, putting their strongest carrier with the lightest rider. She was surprised when Chad waded into the shallow waves and Tips hopped onto his shoulders, taking a moment to catch their balance. Tips hadn’t bothered reclaiming her top anyway, leaving her big freckled boobs resting on Chad’s head. A few feet away, Grill hefted Honey onto her shoulders, letting her chubby brown thighs squeeze around the gloomy goth’s cheeks.

“Oh you’re goin’ down, honey!” Honey declared confidently. “You’re crazy if you think you can beat Thot Wings at anything with chicken in it.”

“With no offense intended, you really should try Chef’s chicken fingers. They are to die for!” Chad said proudly, kissing his fingertips like some kind of connoisseur. Grill just glared back at him and shrugged her shoulders, bouncing Honey and her own jiggly rack into a more comfortable position.

“Both sides ready? Then GO!” Pepper barked. The beefy lower Thots rushed in and did their jobs well, serving as sturdy mounts for Tips and Honey to start slapping and shoving frantically. Neither was much of a fighter but the crowd didn’t mind. They hooted and cheered for the contest all the same as Honey sent a stinging slap across Tips’ rack, just for Tips to pull on one of her nipples. Neither made much progress until Honey caught a handful of Tips’ curls and pulled sharply to one side. Tips wobbled and lost a little bit of balance but she broke into a fang-filled grin.

“Gyahahaha! So that’s how you wanna play it? I’m down for that!” she said brightly as she grabbed Honey around her shoulders. The clown Thot winced as she readied herself for a painful hairpull, but Tips wasn’t one to mind when someone pulled her hair. She even liked it when she was in the right position. Boss couldn’t recall a time she’d ever complained about a customer being too rough. It was why Tips pulled Honey into her, mashing their hefty tits together and kissing her big and pouty lips. Honey let out a short, high-pitched gasp as Tips started making out with her rival, her long tongue pressing its way past her soft lips and into her mouth.

The crowd went nuts for the random lesbian makeout session, Honey caught offguard as she tried to hold onto Grill’s head. She was used to kissing strangers (and going much farther than that) but Tips’ horny assault out of nowhere caught her completely off guard. Honey furrowed her painted brow and leaned into it herself, opening her mouth wider and trying to fight back with some tongue of her own.

“Not quite what I expected from such a contest,” Chad chuckled as he glanced at Grill. The girls’ wet and grinding boobs started rubbing together just above his face. “But who am I to complain, eh?”

“You are so damn annoying, moustache,” Grill grunted as she tried to keep Honey steady. “Hey, Honey! That had better be sea water that’s getting my neck wet right now.”

Honey’s thighs squeezed even tighter around her mounted coworker as Tips escalated the contest even further. Tips’ hands went caressing down Honey’s soft chest, teasing their way past her nipples in a way that made Honey moan. She pulled back from the kiss to trickle a bit of excess drool from her full lips. Honey couldn’t be sure how much of the mixed saliva was hers and how much was Tips’ as her head spun from the intense kissing contest. She gasped as Tips squeezed her fingers around her dark areolas, kneading Honey’s breast as she bit her pouty lip.

Tips leaned in and nibbled her ear with the tips of her fangs. “Don’t worry. Just cuz you’re on the other team doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, right? It’s just a game.”

“That’s… that’s not the problem!” Honey moaned as she felt Tips’ nails trace down her sides. One hand squeezed Honey’s ass, kneading the juicy cheeks and pulling her closer. Tips’ paler jugs seemed to swallow Honey’s up, spilling over them in a flood of flesh as Tips’ other hand went between Honey’s legs. She whimpered and squirmed but she couldn’t escape from Tips’ groping hands. She was even finding herself wanting Tips to keep exploring her! Honey was stuck on top of Grill and she couldn’t even squirm without just rubbing her ass against Tips’ hand. Tips pulled her in for a fresh kiss, almost choking her on her tongue as Tips snaked her fingers inside her bikini bottoms.

Honey’s eyes went wide as Tips expertly fingered her competition. The darker girl squeaked and squirmed as she tried to push herself away but Tips had hugged her too securely to escape. By the time Tips’ finger curled against her clit, Honey just moaned and started bumping her hips in time with her stroking. She could barely hear the cheers of the crowd or Grill’s grunts of protest as her heart raced. She leaned closer until she slumped against Tips, panting for air before Tips turned her back to face her. She kissed her hard enough that their noses met, getting a firm honk out of Honey’s spherical nose right before she squirted a heavy orgasm over the back of Grill’s neck.

“Come on. Seriously?” Grill growled. Honey let out a soft, melodic moan as she went limp, falling backward into the water. “Seriously?!” Grill repeated as she fished Honey out of the waves. Honey’s painted face had a dazed look and there was a euphoric smile on her kissable lips.

“Brava, Tips! Excellent work as always!” Chad congratulated as she pumped he held a fist over his head. Tips was quick to bump it with a fist of her own.

“Woohoo! Pizza Thot rules!” Tips hooted with a matching reply from the audience. Boss glanced over at Pepper with a small smirk on her face. Pepper eyed her back with her usual cold and calculating expression.

“This ain’t over yet,” Pepper said away from the mic, waving her clipboard in one hand. “We’ve got one more contest. What do you say we make it all or nothing?”

“All or nothing? When there’s absolutely nothing on the line?” Boss asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Right. Unless you’re too scared to bet your precious title.”

“We don’t even have-!” Boss started but ran a hand through her hair. “You know what? Whatever. It’s all been free advertising as far as I’m concerned.”

“Then you’re going to love this last contest…” Pepper mused. “Because it’s going to be all over town…”

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“It’s time for our last competition of the night! This one’s for all the marbles, so it’s going to be all across town as we hold our Summer Selfie Contest!” Pepper had everyone gathered around the banner where she had her laptop hooked up to a large screen. Boss had to wonder again about just how much effort Pepper had put into all this. The guests could see her desktop projected on the screen, a photo app open and showing an empty folder. 

“Our boys and girls will have to take as many sexy selfies across town as they can. Since our audience will be the judges and recognize you, you have to hit the streets and take them with random people you meet. Once you take it, you’ll send it to the email address I gave you and we’ll receive them here at the main stage. Each shot has to be with a different stranger each time to count towards your score, so no playing favorites out there. Whichever team sends the most dirty selfies in thirty minutes is the winner and the real queens of Queen’s Beach! You all ready?”

The audience cheered while Tips started jogging in place. “You bet I’m ready! I’m gonna nab me so many boys…”

“Tips, you can put your top back on,” Boss pointed out, keeping a comfortable distance from Tips’ bouncing rack. “The chicken fight’s over.”

“Oh, that thing? Gyahaha! It’ll just slow me down!”

“Thennnn GO!” Pepper declared. A large half hour timer started as the Thots scattered off towards the boardwalk and the seaside town beyond. From there they were forced to take their time. If they moved too fast they’d just miss more opportunities and couldn’t talk to potentially interested people. Tips started off strong as she hugged the first guy she set her eyes on.

“Hey, mister! I don’t know about you, but I got a need for a selfie!” She squeezed him tighter, forcing the shorter guy’s face into her pillowy rack. He nodded as best he could in the freckled cleavage as Tips smiled and snapped a quick shot of the man buried in her boobs. “Gyahaha! Looking good!” Tips praised as she bent down low enough to kiss his cheek. She hurried off to the next man she could see.

Back on the beach, the monitor popped up with an alert as Tips’ smothering selfie filled the screen. The audience whistled and cheered as Pepper nodded. “That’s one for Pizza-” she started, but it beeped another alert at her. Tips had already sent a second, bent over and grinding her pale butt on a customer’s lap as she threw up a peace sign. “Er… two for Pizza Thot.” Another ping went off as a photo came in: Honey posing chest to chest with a slim college girl. The stranger was giggling and grinning, waving to the camera as the Thot’s massive jugs dwarfed her own. “There’s my girls! It looks like Thot Wings has started catching up.”

On top of his natural gifts, Chad had the advantage of recently rejoining the dating scene. He was used to flirting and breaking the ice, so he was charming his way through a few interested parties. He was quick to send back a picture of him flexing dramatically while a young man and woman knelt in front of him. They were each fondling the bulge in his speedo, the woman planting a kiss at its thick head as the boy gave its head an exaggeratedly worshiping stroke.

Chad picked up his pace as he got a few polite declines. It wasn’t like every stranger was willing to be groped or fucked on camera just for fun (though there were certainly plenty of them to be found). Chad waved to another fit-looking blonde guy as he approached. The whistle around his neck and red swim trunks labeled him as an off-duty lifeguard catching a drink. 

“Hello there, handsome! Fancy a chance to help a fellow out?”

The lifeguard glanced at Chad and instantly broke into a smile. “I’d do just about anything for a big guy like you,” he said as he capped up his bottle. “What’s the matter?”

“I think we might be able to help each other out,” Chad said as he pulled out his phone. “I’m taking part in a contest and I would simply love it if we could take a selfie together. Any position you’d like.” Chad flashed him a wink as the guy sized up his package.

“Sounds like fun. Let’s see what we can do.” The muscular men slid down their bottoms until they had pulled out both of their cocks. The slightly soft heads bumped together as Chad adjusted the position of the phone. They pressed their hard bodies against each other, pinning their manhoods together between their abs so that they ground on one another. The lifeguard was plenty hung and hard, even if he fell short of Chad’s impressive package. Chad got enough of their bodies on the screen as he could before snapping the shot of their shafts, precum just starting to leak from both of their tips.

“That should do the trick,” Chad declared as he sent the picture back to the stage. The lifeguard raised his eyebrows and smirked, wondering how he was going to deal with his erection when Chad slid his hand between them. He wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, starting to stroke them both in his massive hand. “Though it would be rude to leave someone who helped me like this without helping them in return.”

“Real polite of you,” the lifeguard grunted as he leaned an arm on the boardwalk’s railing, letting his legs relax as Chad jerked him off. It was a quickly overwhelming sensation. Chad was not only jerking him by hand but grinding his fat dick against his, leaving the tanned guy trying to focus on two arousing inputs at once. The firmly shifting shaft kept sliding slightly in their grip, especially as Chad ran his thumb through their precum to make his stroking even smoother with the improvised lube. The lifeguard gave a husky grunt as he shot a hot load of cum over Chad’s cock and fingers. Chad flashed him a moustached smirk, milking the stranger empty before he slowly pulled away.

“Much appreciated, friend,” Chad said with a wink. “Perhaps I can find you again after this contest.”

“That sounds pretty great.” The lifeguard was smiling through his spinning head and the afterglow of his orgasm.

“Um, excuse me?” Chad turned as a third voice joined the conversation. A small group of people had gathered. They had watched the whole lewd selfie going on and several had stayed after the frotting orgasm was done. A busty blonde girl in a pink bikini had chosen to speak for the group. “Are you still looking for those selfies?”

“Want me to hold that camera for you?” the lifeguard offered.

“I’d appreciate it,” Chad chuckled. “My hands should be getting very busy very shortly.” He took the bikini girl by her thighs and lifted her up, not bothering to put away his hardon. The girl cooperatively spread her legs and ground her ass against his cockhead until he pulled on her bikini, stuffing himself into her as the cellphone flashed. A crowd was starting to form as Chad’s photos started pouring in.

---

Meanwhile, Boss was bent over, apathetically flashing a peace sign while she ground her ass on a random guy’s lap. His dick was poking out of his shorts, slid into the leg hole of her swimsuit’s bottoms and poking out like a flagpole by her ass crack.

“Thanks, man,” Boss excused as she slid herself back off his shaft. She sent the picture back to the beach and scanned the crowd. A decent part of her job at Pizza Thot was spotting pervs to get them what they wanted, and she was getting very good at it over the last year or so.

“Hey, stretch!” Boss waved her hand over her head as she approached a tall guy in jean shorts. “I wanna get a selfie while I sit on your face. You down for that?”

The guy’s mouth dropped open. He was briefly at a loss for words before he muttered “Yea.”

“Cool. Lay on the bench and I’ll handle the rest.” The guy quickly did as he was told and Boss climbed after him, spreading her thighs around his head and planting her thick cheeks on his face. She wiggled her hips to settle into place, figuring that she might as well be comfortable while she did it. It left his nose and lips going right up her ass, poking through her skirted swimsuit. Boss spared him a little grinding before she put an arm behind her head and snapped a photo.

“You doing good down there?” Boss asked, slapping one of her ass cheeks so that it jiggled against his face. The guy too a deep breath of her sun-warmed butt before flashing a thumbs up. A couple of other passersby craned their necks to look at what was going on as Boss sent out the photo.

“Hey, can I get some of that?” asked a husky older guy. Boss glanced at the one beneath her and his tenting erection, letting out a sigh.

“Yea, just whip it out for me. I wanted to try out this new filter any way…” She started rubbing her hand over the pinned stranger’s erection, feeling his moans better than she heard them as it vibrated against her nethers. Boss kept a hand idly rubbing against the bulge while the new guy brought out his erection. Boss smirked at the hefty cock but she’d worked with bigger. She started to jerk him off, planting a quick kiss on the cock’s head as she snapped the selfie. The new partner apparently wasn’t much for stamina as he shot his load into her face just as the flash went off. The pic came out with some cat ears and whiskers on Boss face, and it somehow even knew to capture the cum that dripped off the digital whiskers.

“I appreciate your… efficiency,” Boss muttered. “But next please.” She felt a surge of heat and dampness as her other hand worked her pinned customer into his own orgasm, his shaking and moaning body quivering beneath her ass cheeks. “You need to breathe down there, buddy?”

The benched guy gave her another thumbs up but she slid off of him just to be safe. “Okay, how about you, new guy?” she asked, pointing to the young man approaching her next. “What are you feelin’?”

“Well I’m really big on titfucking!” he offered helpfully.

Boss blew out a long sigh before she pulled on her top. “Alright. If you can manage it, go for it.” She let him slide his dick into the bottom of her top and let it snap shut, trapping his cock between her modestly-sized boobs and the elastic. She started to bounce on her toes, helping out his thrusts as she snapped another selfie. It caught right as the cockhead poked out of the top of her swimsuit, leaking his early precum into her cleavage.

“How’s that treatin’ ya?” Boss asked as she started to fondle his balls.

“So fucking good. Thanks so fucking much,” he panted. Boss had to crack a little smile. She was far more A than T when it came to T&A, but it felt nice to have a customer appreciate something a little different on her for once. She cupped her boobs and mashed them together, rubbing her hard little nipples against the edges of his shaft until he squirted out through the top of her swimsuit, splattering a few strings of cum across her chin.

“Much appreciated, man. Next!”

---

The Thot Wings crew was starting strong as well. Honey sent out a fresh pic of her posing with a sassy “duck face,” puckering out her lips as she jerked off a cock in the background. She flagged down another boy with a big smile on her face.

“Hey there, hon! How you feel about selfies and big, bouncy clown titties?!” she called out cheerily.

“Uh… good?” answered a pale and wide-eyed college kid.

“Well, honey, how’d you like to feel even better about them?” Honey purred as she leaned into him, mashing her tits against his chest. She led his hands around her hips and made them squeeze her ass. He was quick to pick up on her point as he started groping her cheeks, sinking his fingers into her dark and tempting booty. She pulled on his shirt collar to pull him into a kiss, letting him feel her up as she snapped a selfie of their sudden makeout session. The pic even caught her tongue halfway into his mouth, making the perfect shot to send back. She turned around to press her ass into his lap, bumping him with it to push him back into one of the nearby benches. The pale boy suddenly sat down as Honey sat on his lap, giving a few firm jiggles of her hips that had him cumming against her ass in no time.

“Thanks again, hon, but I gotta run,” Honey chimed. She kissed the overwhelmed guy on the cheek and went back to the boardwalk. She spotted another cute guy and only had to pull down her bikini top, flashing her nipples to him to lure him over. She slid back into a spot behind the funnel cake stand to wrap her soft tits around his cock, bouncing her way into another quickie.

“Come on, hon. This pie could use a little more whipped cream,” Honey cooed as she squeezed her breasts together to seal even more tightly around his rod. Some firm strokes of her cushy tits had him squirting over her cleavage, streaking her skin with his seed. Honey smiled as she took another shot of her cum-stained chest.

“Well ain’t you the generous type. Would ya mind getting’ me some napkins while you’re up there, hon?” Honey let the boy go as she tidied up, not bothering too much with the contest still going on. She had three sent in already but she knew she could get plenty more before the half hour was up. She already saw a cute, skinny boy walking ahead of her, so she hurried to get out in front of him.

“Hey there, hon. How’d you like-?” She stopped in her tracks as her beaming smile disappeared. She blushed hard enough that she expected it to show through her clown makeup. The handsome stranger she’d met in town who had returned her phone was standing right in front of her. The flirty clown was suddenly at a loss for words.

“Oh. Hi there,” Chef answered casually. He was in a light shirt and swim trunks, looking nonplussed by the dumbstruck clown in front of him. “I’ve met you before, right?”

“Y-you remember me?” Honey stammered, fumbling over her words.

“Sure. You’re the one with those nice brown eyes.”

“You like my eyes?!” Honey squeaked as her aforementioned eyes got even wider. Everyone complimented her body or even her makeup, but nobody ever mentioned her eyes.

Chef smirked a little at her reaction. “I mean… yea.” He pointed towards one of the boardwalk stands. “I don’t mean to cut you off, but I just finally found this place that serves bubble tea. I was about to head in, so… did you want to come with?”

“I’d love to,” Honey said in a barely-perceivable squeak. The contest was suddenly the last thing on her mind.

---

“You almost done in there?” Grill asked impatiently. She was on her knees with a heavyset man pumping his cock in and out beneath her breasts, entering her swimsuit through the hole in the center.

“Just a little longer,” he groaned. Grill sighed and rolled her eyes. She’d been nice enough to let him finish, but she had been expected the guy to cum a lot faster than this. She wasn’t exactly busting her ass to win the contest, but she wanted to at least put in enough effort to actually beat those crusty Pizza Thot girls. She cupped her full and firm tits and mashed them together, pumping them firmly around the stranger’s dick to speed things up.

“You’ve got til the count of five,” she warned, glaring up at him from her kneeling position. “One… two…” The man gasped and leaned on her broad shoulders, cumming inside her cleavage and dampening the black swimsuit. 

“Finally. That’s good enough,” Grill scoffed as she snapped a selfie of him pulling out. She sent it off while she stepped back into the boardwalk, grabbing another random guy by the shoulder. “Hey, you. Wanna smash?”

The slim guy looked her up and down before his eyes fixated on the damp tits right in his face. “Yes please,” he muttered sheepishly.

“Cool.” Grill pushed him over to stand by the nearby wall, mostly just to keep in the shade. She hesitated and then turned back, grabbing a second boy to add to the mix. “Just to make this interesting,” she added as she knelt in front of them. She reached inside their shorts and started stroking, getting the two of them hard in no time. Once they were good and firm she pulled out her phone and turned away from them, reaching behind to pull their dicks out into the open. She raised and flexed both of her arms, angling them so that the extended cocks were caught between her biceps and forearms. All she had to do was pump her arms back and forth, simultaneously working her chest muscles to bounce her breasts around as she muscle-fucked them both. She caught a quick selfie with one hand right before they shot a warm mess of white across her already pale biceps.

“That was amazing,” one of the satisfied boys groaned.

“Cool. Catch you later, maybe,” Grill said dismissively. She wandered off without so much as a glance, sending out her picture. Grill was still waiting for the upload to complete, ignoring where she was going. At her size, people tended to get out of her way. For whatever reason, the next woman didn’t. She bounced off one of Grill’s thick arms, and rather than complain or hurry off… she tapped Grill on the shoulder.

When Grill looked up, she noticed that the other woman was… vague, really. She wore a form-fitting one piece with some decorative studs or clips along the sides, but her face was the odd part. It was almost completely covered! She wore a light scarf around her neck, pulled high enough that it covered up her lips. She wore stylish sunglasses and a large sunhat that covered up most of her dark hair. What skin was exposed on her limbs and breasts was a deep tan color that suggested some exotic heritage or another.

“You got a problem?” Grill asked lazily. PB reached into her bag and silently produced a napkin. Grill blinked at it quietly before looking down and seeing she had missed a spot of cum on her muscular arm. “Oh… thanks.”

“De nada,” PB said with a shrug. Grill wiped off the last of the leftover semen as the mystery woman stared at her. At least she thought she was. It was hard to tell with most of her face out of sight. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” the tan-skinned woman pointed out.

“How could you tell?” Grill scoffed. She eyed the veiled woman curiously. “I guess you hate the sun too.”

PB just shrugged. Grill smirked at that. After spending so much time around Honey and Buffy, she could appreciate a little quiet. She threw out the napkin as PB spoke up again. 

“You wanna go smash?” the curvy mystery woman offered.

“Hell yea,” Grill agreed just as simply. It saved her that much more work. They found a secluded spot where they were relatively out of sight. Grill sat down as PB straddled her lap. The power goth steadied her with a hand on her hip as she pulled out her phone, snapping a picture with her free hand.

“Busy?” PB asked curiously as she started to roll her hips, sliding her breasts in Grill’s face as her pelvis rubbed against the burly goth’s.

Grill shrugged and shoved the phone back into her bag. “Nothing major. Work stuff,” she dismissed as she pulled on PB’s hips, mashing their breasts and pussies together. Grill’s chest was firm where PB’s was soft, the difference creating and interesting dynamic as their nipples started to grow hard and grind together. They let out a few soft sighs and moans but the quiet Thots didn’t bother with any real dirty talk. They weren’t too chatty to begin with, and they were enjoying themselves too much as PB started to run her hands over Grill’s chest. If they needed any change in their angle or position they simply fixed it themselves. The goth kept pulling on her partner’s hips as she raised one muscular leg, letting PB slide in between her strong thighs to directly scissor with her. PB peeled aside the crotch of Grill’s swimsuit with a gently crooking finger, exposing her pale and invitingly wet pussy. Her other hand removed the one piece from her own slit and she started to slide them together, letting their tender pussy lips rub and tease each other.

Grill grunted softly and held her tighter, humping back as she pulled one of the golden-brown breasts from PB’s swimsuit. She took her nipple into her lip, sucking firmly until she heard her whisper something in passionate Spanish from beneath her scarf. Something about the mystery woman seemed familiar, but Grill was too heated right then to care. She assumed it was just from seeing Buffy with his own weirdness about his mask to mind the new girl’s facial hang-ups.

The shaded woman quickly found her rhythm, humping in perfect time along with Grill. The pale and tan Thots soon started to pant louder than they even tended to speak, bodies tensing and flexing as they rode one another. With a simultaneous cry, Grill felt her snug pussy clench and squirt a mess of cum over PB’s pussy. The veiled woman let loose her own orgasm a second later, letting out a high-pitched gasp as her juices splashed over Grill’s thighs and abs. PB quickly rolled off Grill, leaning against the wall next to her as they both caught their breath.

“About time I had some fun with this,” Grill said with a small, wicked smirk. It was about as happy as she ever looked. “No food, no cuddling, no needy customers.” PB just nodded as she relaxed against the wall. She had been in a good mood. The vacation was going well and she was just in the mood for a quickie. The tall, dark and gothy girl had looked like she could be a nice way to kill a few minutes, and PB was glad to find she definitely was.

“Thank god you’re not a talker,” Grill scoffed. “You ever get those days when you don’t even want to talk to people? Just put on some earbuds and shut everybody out?”

“Pink Thunder?” PB offered curtly.

“HELL yes,” Grill said, flashing her a toothy grin. “Absolute favorite guilty pleasure. Did you see they dropped a new album this week?”

PB shook her head from behind her veil of accessories. Grill snatched up her phone, rattling off some trivia on one of her favorite bands as she pulled up their playlist. With someone who finally shared one of her interests, she could ramble on for quite a while. She was excited enough that she barely even remembered to send her selfie.

---

“Unf! That’s it! Right there, stud!” Buffy grunted, leaning his hands against the wall of the alley. He pushed his hips back and forth, using the wall for leverage as he took the cock up to the hilt. The stranger’s hefty balls clapped against his tight ass and thighs but Buffy just rolled his hips to grind against it. He clenched his cheeks to squeeze even tighter than its natural fit. The masked Thot looked over his shoulder, batting his long eyelashes as he snapped a selfie of the man pounding his ass. The man grunted and pulled out just in time to send his load gushing over Buffy’s ass cheeks.

“Glad to see you liked it,” Buffy chimed, winking at the man before sliding away from his lap. “Just send the next guyon your way out, will you, cutie?”

The stranger left the alley and another thickly built man entered in his place. Buffy leaned against the wall as he ran a hand down his slender body, outlining it for the newcomer and only stopping when he rubbed his hand over his bulging bikini bottoms.

“Ready for our little photo shoot?” Buffy cooed as he stepped up to the man. He went to his knees in front of him, slowly sliding the trunks down to his knees. The Thot took a moment to look over the long, hard shaft before lifting his mask just enough to bare a flash of his sharp canines. 

“Well don’t you look soooo tasty,” he chimed in a cutesy voice before latching his mouth around his cock. He let the mask slide back down, and while the guy couldn’t see his mouth he could absolutely feel and hear Buffy at work. The wet slurping and high-pitched moans could be heard behind the mask as he rolled his tongue over the hardon, catching a photo of the mixed drool and precum running out from behind his mask. The mysterious and flirty BJ kept the man painfully hard the whole time until one of Buffy’s fangs pricked against the rigid erection. With a low grunt he empties his balls into Buffy’s mouth, painting his tongue with the salty semen. Not a single drop fell out from behind his facemask as Buffy gulped noisily, barely pausing to wipe his lips when he was through.

“There you go. Remember to stop by Thot Wings if you want more of the best head of your life,” Buffy gloated. The smiling man staggered back out of the alley as Buffy awaited his next customer. He frowned at who arrived. “Oh. It’s you again,” Buffy huffed.

“Hiii,” Pineapple chimed, waving at his masked rival. The red-haired boy was dressed in a tight, yellow pair of shorts and a matching floral top. “I heard there was somebody giving out free sexy stuff and thought I’d stop by. I didn’t think it would be the guy that Chad was fooling around with.”

“I am not!” Buffy fumed. “That was just part of our competition!”

“Oh yea… sorry that you lost,” Pineapple said with surprising sincerity.

“I won’t be losing this time!” Buffy snapped, pointing accusingly at his rival. Pine tilted his head curiously and Buffy thought to hold his tongue. Pineapple didn’t seem to know what was going on, so there was no reason to let him in on the Thot Wars event. In fact, Buffy felt that he could use him just as easily as anyone else.

“I mean… why not go ahead and forget about that?” Buffy offered. He leaned back to the wall and raised a leg to rest seductively against it. “Let’s just have some fun instead. We can do whatever you want.”

“Yes! Thank you!” Pine cheered. “That’s exactly what I always tell people.” He started to tug his shorts down around his plump hips when Buffy caught his hand, sliding them the rest of the way down for him.

“Oh allow me to… oh. Oh, wow.” Buffy stared as the foot-long cock flopped out of Pine’s shorts. He didn’t have the chance to get a good look at it when he first met Pine in the Man Cave, so it looked even bigger than he remembered. Buffy quickly regrouped and started stroking Pineapple’s thick hardon, getting some moans from the feminine redhead’s lips. Buffy was committed to his plan, deciding he wouldn’t lose against Pineapple again. He bent down far enough to slide the thick cock under his mask, kissing and licking around the head until Pine was groaning even harder.

“Ohhh that’s so good,” he moaned as Buffy’s saliva ran down the length of his shaft. “I… I can’t help it~!”

“Help with what? Whoa!” Pineapple suddenly took Buffy by the shoulders. He turned him around as Buffy caught himself against the wall, eyes widening as he felt the fat and spit-slick cockhead push against his toned and tight ass. “W-wait a minute! What are you-?”

“You said whatever I wanted, right?” Pineapple asked innocently as he leaned in closer. His soft chest rested against Buffy’s back as the masked Thot squeaked nervously.

“I did! But I didn’t think you’d have this muuUUUUCH OH HOLY CRAP!!” Buffy’s jaw dropped until his chin was even lower than his mask as Pine pushed himself inside him. The thick shaft seemed to fill him up immediately, but Pine pumped his plump hips as he buried it somehow deeper. Buffy had nearly bested him when it came to taking dick, but he hadn’t imagined that he’d be up against something so massive on the girly Thot. He wasn’t able to handle Chad when they met in the club, and Pineapple was miraculously even bigger.

“S..st…. ohhhh don’t don’t donnnn’t stop!” Buffy moaned as he threw his head back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth drooled as Pine leaned past him to lift up the mask. He started to pepper Buffy’s lips with light, sweet kisses that made him drool even more. His saliva ran down his chest as his smaller shaft started to dribble precum down the wall that was holding him up.

“Ohhh I won’t! You’re really tight and good and I just wanna keep going!” Pine cooed as he held Buffy around the waist, humping harder and harder until Buffy felt his plump balls plap against his thighs. Pine was inside him up to the hilt as Buffy let out a rough, euphoric groan. Pine’s cock seemed to fill him up completely as it pushed against his prostate, triggering a massive orgasm to gush out of Buffy’s prick and splatter onto the wall. He shivered as he’d barely finished himself when Pineapple gave a short gasp in his ear, spraying wads of jizz into Buffy’s tight ass.

“Phew! That was really good, huh?” Pineapple asked, wiping some sweat from his brow.

“Uhhhhh huh,” Buffy gurgled, barely there mentally. Pine carefully slid out of him before the masked Thot crumbled to the ground of the alley.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmmm,” Buffy moaned wordlessly. “I mean… yea. I just need a break for a minute.” His eyes kept fluttering as his head lolled to one side. “I’m just… oof… I’m gonna need a breather here…” Pineapple nodded, but before he could ask anything further, Buffy slumped against the wall fucked silly and nodding off.

“Aww, that’s okay,” Pineapple chimed. He fixed his shirts, reached into his bag and took out a spare towel, draping it over the limp Buffy like a blanket. “You can get that back to me whenever. Have a good day~!” Pineapple chimed as he left the alley.

---

“Okay, on the count of five!” Tips called out. “Onetwothreefourfiverightnow!” With a gleeful squeal, Tips ran out onto the beach completely naked. Her ass and tits bounced around freely as she hauled her sizeable ass across the sand. With a series of giggles and shouts, a dozen more people she’d convinced to go streaking with her followed her lead. Catcalls and whistles came from all directions, particularly at the freckled brunette leading the charge. Tips stuck out her tongue as she took a selfie of herself and the batch of naked new friends running along after her. She finally ran far enough from the changing rooms to duck under the boardwalk, laughing maniacally as the others caught up to her.

“Gyahaha! I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now! The last time I had the chance was when I locked myself out of my apartment after a shower!” Tips smiled at her followers, licking her lips from between her fangs. “But I made ya a promise, so let’s get this thing going!” Tips grabbed and kissed the nearest girl, licking over her lips hungrily while quite casually snapping another selfie. She let her other hand roam down to start fingering the new woman slowly but firmly, getting the redheaded milf to start moaning around her tongue.

Tips bent over enough to thrust out her ass, inviting one of the boys to move in behind her and slide his dick against her pussy. She squeezed her pale legs together, catching his dick between her thighs and grinding on it as she kept feeling up the girl in front of her. Tips turned her phone around to snap a picture of her face and the guy riding her unmistakably freckled ass. She felt the familiar clenching of the girl’s pussy around her fingers as she orgasmed over Tips’ hand. The Thot planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Atta girl! Come on, people. Plenty of room! No reason to be shy after all that!” Another pair of boys stepped up and she readily grabbed his cock. She bent over further, burying her first guy’s dick in her pussy while she pulled another in between her tits. Her hanging jugs bobbed around to rub the soft cleavage around his head, sliding trails of his precum along her freckles like she was connecting the dots. She took the other dick in her hand and jerked him off, running her long tongue playfully around his nipple. She grinned and flashed her fangs for another selfie against his chest before taking a second of her titfuck, mailing them both out to the scoreboard.

“Gyahaha! We need to hold these contests more often,” Tips cackled as she felt both boys squirt onto her tits. The seed was still dripping off her nipples when she felt the first one’s cock clench and empty itself into her snatch, thick and warm  jizz pouring down her thighs. Tips took another absentminded selfie as a fresh pair of cocks came into view. The brunette quickly stuffed them both into her mouth without a second thought, rolling her tongue over them both before burying them deeper past her lips.

Tips moaned around her double blowjob as she motioned for another guy to come over. She urged him to sit down before she thrust her big ass backward, planting it right on top of his shaft. He fell back into the sand groaning as Tips rode him in a reverse cowgirl position, rolling her hips to bury his shaft in her asshole. With each thrust she pushed her head closer to the other boys, sucking them in deeper while he rode on the third. She grinned euphorically, slurping as she savored the feeling of three cocks inside her as she barely thought to snap another selfie. She shuddered as two of them came into her mouth, flooding her mouth with jizz before she could swallow it all. She laughed gleefully as it ran down her chin and tits, resting her hands on her knees to pump her hips even harder. The slapping of her thick ass on top of her latest guest’s cock quickly overcame him, forcing him to cum up her ass. She squealed as her toes curled and grinned wider than ever.

“Wow! That was great! Come on! Who’s next!?” Tips called happily. “I got room for lots more!”

---

Boss was checking her phone and making her way towards the beach when she overheard a pair of passing college kids. They were following a small crowd of people onto the beach, talking quickly about some sort of orgy under the boardwalk. Boss considered it but shook her head.

“Nah… it’s probably just Tips,” she told herself. Besides, there was just a minute left and she had racked up plenty of pictures. She decided to get a head start on the walk back to the beach. She had to smile when she saw the expression on Pepper’s face. She was keeping her cool, but the frown on her normally cool expression was enough to tell her things weren’t going well for Thot Wings. The timer finally went off as Pepper clicked on a few things to tally up the score.

“Okay, final scores… at 12 to 21, Pizza Thot wins.” Pepper clearly wasn’t thrilled, but the audience broke into cheers and applause . A slightly cum-stained Boss waved to them as she climbed onto the stage, holding out a hand towards Pepper. The rival manager scowled as she begrudgingly passed Boss the microphone.

“Just wanted to say thanks for showing up,” Boss said with a smirk. “I’m real proud of my team. I’ve got the best crew I could hope for working at Pizza Thot, helping me make you folks happy and horny. However goofy this whole thing was, I’m glad you liked it and it helped remind me what a great bunch of Thots I’ve got. Tips, that goes for you too if you can hear me all the way under the boardwalk.” Some of the audience laughed as the computer beeped again. A fresh selfie appeared of Tips giving a thumbs up, naked and caked in cum from head to toe. “So stop on by Pizza Thot if you’re ever out near Queen’s Beach University. Mention this Queen of the Beach thing and… I dunno. I’ll get you a free slice to not mention it ever again.”

The crowd laughed as Boss passed the mic back and hopped off the stage, starting to send out some texts to gather up her crew. She still  needed a shower before she did much of anything.

The crowd started to disperse as the Thot Wings team returned. Buffy was a mess, his head still spinning from the intense plowing he’d gone through. Grill was actually smirking before she saw the expression on Pepper’s face, returning to her usual scowl. Honey… looked like she was on another planet entirely. She was fixated on her phone, smiling dreamily at it.

“Well so much for that,” Pepper sighed. “But we’ve gathered more intel on Pizza Thot. It’s not like this is a total loss. We can still blow them out of the water next time, team..”

“Yes, ma’am,” Buffy said with a slight crack in his voice as he adjusted his mask. Pepper started cleaning up her things as Grill glanced at the scoreboard.

“Seriously?” she asked. It took an elbow in the ribs to get Honey to finally look up from her phone and realize she was talking to her.

“Huh? What’d you say, hon?”

Grill pointed up at the scoreboard. “You got three points. I know you can do better than that. What the hell happened?” She didn’t care that much about losing, considering she found someone she could actually talk to about music, but she knew that Honey had the charm and the moves to have easily outdone her score.

“Well…” Honey said sheepishly. “You remember that cute boy from last month? When we were passing out fliers? I ran into him again…”

“Ugh! Nevermind,” Grill groaned. She picked up one of the speakers and starting putting her muscles to good use rather than listen to Honey’s fawning.

The clownish girl just smiled and looked back at her phone. It was true she’d completely blown the contest, but she didn’t care. She had only gotten three selfies, but she had the one that really mattered. She’d kept the fourth to herself, but she was going to send it over later… just not to her fellow Thots.

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“Selfie contest?” Chef had asked as he drank some of his bubble tea. “Like trying to get the best selfie.”

“No, like…” Honey gestured vaguely at the air as she set her own drink down.  “Like trying to get the most. Just who can get the most with a bunch of strangers.”

“Oh. That sounds fun. Do you need more?”

“I... I…” Honey babbled.

“Because if it helps, I’m not exactly a stranger but…”

“YES!” Honey blurted. Chef smiled slightly as she fumbled for her phone and smiled from ear to ear. “Yes that would be SO much help!”

“Okay, cool.” Chef scooted a little closer, leaning into frame as she snapped a picture of them together. Chef chuckled quietly as he checked it out. “That’s a cute one. Do you mind sending it to me sometime?”

“Send it? Like… I can… I can ABSOLUTELY send that to you!” Honey rambled.

“Great.” Chef took out his phone and gave her his number while Honey tried not to squeeze her phone so hard it exploded. He sucked down the last of his tea and offered to take her empty cup. “Well I don’t want to keep you from your contest. I hope you win.”

“Th-thanks,” Honey mused. She waved to him as her heart raced inside her jiggly chest. She was so overwhelmed by what had just happened that she wouldn’t get up from her seat for another ten minutes. She was also so nervous that she wouldn’t be able to gather the courage to send him the picture for another week.

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“Hey, boss!” a cheery voice said over Pepper’s shoulder. “Let me get that for you.”

The dark-haired girl reached over Pepper and hefted a case full of gear like it was nothing. Pepper was tall, but the new hire was even bigger. The manager sighed and let her take it away.

“Thanks, new girl.”

“Sorry if I’m running late for the trip. Did I miss anything?”

“Nothing too important,” Pepper admitted. “We sure could have used your help earlier though. We had another run-in with your sister.”

“Oh, that’s our Tips,” the tall girl said jovially. “She’s always making some kind of a mess.”