Hot Flash!: Wanna Lick?

“And this is the rinser-thing,” Donna chirped, rattling a metals coop in the hazy water as an example.

Carly was counting backwards from ten in her mind, resisting the urge to throttle her vapid trainer. She was wondering if the popularity of the ice cream shop, simply called The Ice Cream Shoppe on the sign above the door, wasn’t its staff of buxom and clearly dim women. Aside from Donna, who was showing Carly the ins and outs of the store’s operations, there was Kelsey and Trish. Donna was fairly popping out of the red-and-white striped uniform, her heavy breasts pushed together to form a deep valley of cleavage, her hair in a tight blonde ponytail on the back of her head. The skintight shorts bounced with each step, the crease of her ass visible beneath the brief hem.

“I know how to wash things,” Carly said sardonically, and Donna giggled happily in response before bounding to the next station.

Carly followed as Donna lifted the freezer lid to reveal gallons of ice cream, most with lids half-closed after use.

“These are for the customers. You put ’em in cups and cones and stuff. But just the customers.”

“Don’t get high off your own supply?” Carly asked, and waved Donna off when the girl simply stared at her, confused.

If Donna was the employee smart enough to do the training, Kelsey and Trish must be really dumb, Carly mused. Kelsey was red-haired and freckled, her creamy skin revealed by her uniform like Donna’s. She had the same dopey ponytail, too, and the way she whispered with Trish, her lips close to the other girl’s ear, her hand on the girl’s belly, suggested to Carly they might be more than friends. Carly could see the appeal. At least Trish had the more exotic features of a girl of Asian descent, though her naturally tan skin was just as exposed as the others. The size of her boobs was a little extreme, too, and she had tugged her hair into twin pigtails that made her look like a teenager instead of another college student like Carly.

It was strange to Carly she had been selected for the job. Unlike the other girls, she was slim and modestly-proportioned. Trying to look more professional than her usual band tee-shirts and torn leggings, she’d at least scrounged together a more conservative khaki pants and polo combination, though she refused to wear the glittery makeup of her new co-workers, her own thick and dark, especially around her eyes.

“If you wanna eat some ice cream,” Donna said, waving Carly to a smaller cooler near the break room, bringing them closer to the spot where Trish and Kelsey watched them, “You hafta eat this one. It’s totally free, too!”

“Yay,” Carly said, a parody of Donna’s overwrought excitement. Still, Donna squealed and hopped, sending her chest into another round of undulating bounces.

“Go on,” Donna said, “have some!”

With a practiced motion, the silicone-looking blonde scooped a taste of the ice cream from the freezer onto a pink plastic spoon. Before Carly could protest, the spoon was in her mouth, already melting on her tongue.

“Yummy, right?”

Carly nodded, surprised at how amazing the ice cream tasted. The melting confection spread over her tongue, and she found herself sucking the flavor before swallowing.

“Want some more?” Donna beamed, already filling the spoon with the sugary treat.

Donna shoved the second spoonful into Carly’s mouth, who received it eagerly. ‘Holy shit,’ she thought, ‘this really is good! Maybe the customers are here for more than just the eye candy. Maybe they like the real candy, too!’

The thought made her laugh, and she covered her mouth when she heard a high-pitched titter escape, rather than the usual dark chuckle she employed.

“Okay, sexy, back to work!” Donna said and tugged Carly away toward the counter.

It didn’t occur to her at the time her trainer had referred to her as ‘sexy,’ nor did she find much more to complain about as Donna walked her through the very basic cash register functions and side duties that accompanied the work. As far as part-time jobs went, it wasn’t terribly demanding, and Donna was a competent, if flakey, trainer. Carly supposed she should just be grateful some place was hiring at all, especially one that paid surprisingly well for scooping ice cream from a freezer and shoving it into the fat fists of strangers.

Throughout her training shift as she shadowed Donna, she found herself pulling at her clothes and shifting, her body itching even as the lingering taste of the ice cream sample lingered in her thoughts. So much so, she often found it hard to concentrate on what Donna was telling her.

The other real oddity of the day was when Carly entered the employee’s restroom to find Kelsey pressed against Trish, the Asian girl’s back to the mirror, her shirt raised to expose her tan breasts, Kelsey’s mouth fixed on her nipple as her hand pressed against Trish’s shorts, massaging her sex beneath.

“Uh, sorry,” Carly managed, giving herself an internal high-five for recognizing the girls’ attraction so quickly.

The pair giggled, turning to Carly, eyes hazy with lust. Carly backed out slowly, surprised to find the scene so erotic. She wasn’t against girls enjoying each other or anything, she had just never seen herself as attracted to other females. The slipperiness between her legs was telling a different story, though.

“Break time!” she heard Donna say from behind her.

Before she could fully turn to the speaker, she found her mouth filled with that heavenly taste of ice cream and she shuddered, letting the wonderfully overwhelming flavor fill her mind, Donna’s hand retreating with the spoon that fed Carly. She couldn’t quite place the precise components of the taste in her mouth, but it was deliciously sweet with just a hint of saltiness to offset it. Maybe something nutty, too, and definitely some vanilla. She was still picking apart the flavor when she realized Donna was speaking.

“Huh?” she mumbled dreamily as Donna spooned another mouthful of the frozen treat into her waiting mouth.

“I said it’s good, right?”

“Super good,” Carly agreed and lapsed into another of those high-pitched giggles that seemed so unlike her.

“You should probably change if you’re gonna keep working.”

“Yeah,” Carly said, frustrated that Donna had not rewarded her with another taste. She reached into the freezer and gathered her own piling spoonful of ice cream before following Donna into the break room.

She was still swirling the melted ice cream in her mouth when she felt Donna’s hands on her belt, tugging the polo free of the pants she wore.

“Whuddaya doin’?” Carly managed, finding it difficult to speak and suck her sweet tongue at the same time, and she couldn’t stop her efforts to get every drop of the treat in her belly where it tingled and warmed her.

“Your uniform, silly? Didja forget already?”

“Guess so,” Carly muttered and lifted her arms, the cool air of the storeroom stiffening her nipples. She wrinkled her brow, realizing that her bra felt incredibly tight, unusual on her small frame and ice cream didn’t make you fat that fast, did it? That thought, too, sent her into a flurry of giggles.

Donna’s hands were cold against her skin and she hissed through her teeth a little as they wrapped around her to unhook her bra. She shouldn’t be topless in the break room, should she?

“Definitely better,” Donna nodded and began work on Carly’s belt and pants, shoving them over her hips. It was a tight squeeze, strange since Carly had been swimming in them all day with her diminutive frame.

When her underwear followed, Carly let Donna guide her out of the pool of clothing, her feet bare after Donna freed them from her sneakers and half-socks. She tried to focus on her nudity, how wrong it was, but – gawd – that taste made everything else seem so unimportant and distant.

“I see you have our new employee ready,” a voice called from somewhere nearby and Carly saw Mr. Lyle emerge from the windowless office off the breakroom. She hadn’t seen him since applying for the job and doing a little paperwork, and she recalled how his stare had lingered on her uncomfortably.

“Yes, sir,” Donna said cheerily. “A couple more scoops, she’ll be ready for work!”

“She looks ready to me right now,” Lyle said, a lecherous smile punctuating his tone. “How you feeling, honey?”

“Mmm… pretty great,” she confessed and tittered. She wondered if she was dripping, the way her pussy felt so slick and needy. “I had some ice cream.”

“You sure did,” he said, standing before her. “It’s an old family recipe. With a few touches of my own. I find it takes the edge off.”

Carly nodded, but she had trouble remembering what her boss had just said, preferring to agree rather than question further. It was easier to go along, she found. Especially when there were hands on her tits. Donna was behind her, kissing her naked shoulder, licking up her neck. It felt as delicious as the ice cream had tasted, and the kneading of Carly’s tits told her that her boobs were bigger somehow.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Lyla asked, and Carly nodded quickly.

“My boobs…” she began, then fell into a moan as Donna’s fingers pinched her taut nipples.

“That’s right. Nice and big like Donna’s. Isn’t Donna a sexy slut?”

“Oooh yes,” Carly said as Donna let loose a moan of her own at the compliment.

“Would you like to be a dirty slut like Donna, Carly?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, squeezing her legs together. If she weren’t in public, she’d plunge her fingers into that wet hole of hers in front of everyone. She’d show her boss who the real slut was.

“You know what little sluts like you love the most?”

Carly shook her head ‘no’ while Donna continued her massage of Carly’s newly-plump chest, the weight of them making her sex burn with greater need.

“Best if I show you, I think. Would you like that, Carly?”

“Yes, please,” Carly groaned.

She watched through heavy lids as Lyle unbuckled his own belt and unbuttoned his faded jeans. When he presented the cock that was already hardening for her, Carly gripped Donna’s hands and pushed them more firmly against her chest, her hips grinding against nothing as the arousal drove away all other thought.

“Have a little lick,” Lyle grinned, “it’s even better than the ice cream.”

Carly doubted it, but Lyle looked so good with his cock out like that and she fell to her knees, freeing herself from Donna’s grasp. The tumescent flesh waved inches away from her mouth, and she found her jaw dropping at the promise of it. It did look yummy, even if it wasn’t ice cream, and she ran her tongue over the tip with a little flick. A sticky drop of precum tingled on the tip of her tongue, and she was able to place the taste of the ice cream, now. It was partially cock-flavored, and the realization made Carly giggle again.

“Yum,” she said.

Carly swallowed his cock deep into her mouth, the heat of it driving her mad. When Lyle gripped her hair and eased her into a quick rhythm along his shaft, she relaxed and allowed her boss to fuck her mouth, her hands on her tits, tugging and squeezing. She loved having big titties like Donna, and she hoped Lyle would put his dick between them so he could fuck them, too.

When Lyle tensed and erupted his seed into Carly’s mouth, she moaned and came with him, the knowledge her mouth had been used so well lighting her body with pleasure. She giggled and clapped happily when she saw Donna take a place beside her, and they shared the cock, coaxing it back to its full length as they licked from tip to base and back again, their tongues occasionally dancing with each other as they traced the length of their boss.

Lyle gave them each another load, one in Donna’s mouth and one across Carly’s swollen tits, and he nodded approvingly as she rubbed the pearly cum into her soft flesh.

“Get her in uniform,” Lyle told Donna, zipping up and turning his back to them. “I’ll see you in my office after your shift for your training bonus.”

“Yes, sir!” Donna beamed.

It took two attempts to get Carly in her red-and-white uniform. The first time, squeezing Carly’s round globes into the top led to more groping and kissing until she and Donna were both nude, their faces buried in each other’s mounds, teasing one another into tremors of bliss. Finally, Donna put the finishing touches on the newest employee, tying her long, dark hair into a pair of pigtails to match Trish’s.

Carly swayed her wide, inviting hips as she followed Donna out of the break room and into a happier, sluttier, gigglier world.

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