(This is, regrettably, all that remains of a very nearly finished, 15,000+ word tale ["Lollipop Training"] that I worked on between 2009 and 2010. I was very happy with it, but suffered a hard drive failure when I was maybe five or six paragraphs away from completion. Lesson learned: BACK THAT THANG UP! :p -- I may or may not attempt a rewrite, but for now at least: here are three slightly out-of-context snippets, presented as they would have chronologically appeared in the story. ::sigh::)
It was an hour from closing time at the drugstore. Ana was cleaning up the bathrooms in the back room and had finished sanitizing the water fountain. Nobody else seemed that into doing it, and twenty feverish minutes later, she took her gloves off and sighed. Everything was sparkly and reeked of bleach.
She threw her supplies onto a stack of greeting card boxes. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bundle of glossy photos tied together in cellophane. It rested on top of a full box of identical packages. Ana noted with disdain that they were surplus Lollipop Girls Halloween makeup edibles. She felt a terror in her grow.
It wasn't even the second week of October, and already they were throwing out Halloween decorations. It figured. Most franchises of her drugstore had sold out of all Angelwear costumes, and it seemed like old Brittanians and new had flocked to her store specifically. She couldn't exactly complain, though. Even if she didn't endorse their lifestyle, they brought good business and kept her from getting "transitioned" out of a job.
Cherub Cove, the backwoods breeding town only thirteen unlucky miles away, was clearly on the make. There was a stronghold of their products dotting the shelves of her store. The town had bulldozed its way past other, time-proven shampoo and beauty companies. Ana swallowed, startled. "And girl, you know I do my own fuckin' nails," came a raspy voice as sweet as pure cane sugar.
It was Britt. The wayward student-turned-supervisor struggled to work the lock on the back room door. Bangles and beads and all manner of other loud, plastic "jewelry" clacked against it. "Hell nah, bitch, I don't care if Ana's scrubbin' no commode, I'm-a fuckin' smoke some weed!" She finally forced the door open, shushing her similarly bimboized companion and closing the door behind her.
"I'm sorry?" asked Ana, growing red and defensive. She pretended she had only half-heard Britt, and allowed herself a grace period of ignorance. Her bubbly blonde super just took her shades off, revealing heavily mascaraed, bloodshot eyes. Ana just knew she was already well beyond stoned. Her supervisor emptied out her handbag into the freshly cleaned fountain.
Ana picked up an empty box for a pregnancy test. "Britt, I didn't take you for a fool." With all the different flavored lubes and candy thongs in her purse, she was surprised she couldn't find a single condom. "What happened to Ani DiFranco being your hero?" Britt burped and started chomping at a nail.
"Katy Perry's, like, soooo much hotter'n..." She looked off into a stack of Tide. Was it inching closer to them? Why would it be? Ana thought. "Oh baby, you don't even know what a real man is, do ya, bitch?" Britt snickered, and opened the back room door to let her bimbo bitch in.
"...and I'm all like, hell nah, namean? I'm not sucking anythin' unless it smells like straight donkey kong dick!" The other bubbly bubble-girl laughed and coughed and hacked, and she spit out a neon purple jujyfruit. She cleared her throat and her voice got light and scratchy. She introduced herself as Mitzy but she sounded more like the love child of Kellie Pickler and a bunny rabbit.
She straightened out her big boobs and snapped her phone shut. "You must be Annie!" she squealed, and gave Ana a bear cub hug. It was.. most unwelcome, and felt even more so when the bimbo reached around to squeeze Ana's ass. "This ain't all uh-you, is it?" Ana swatted the girl's prying hand away, begging, "Please don't call me that. My name is Audriana."
"Okay, _Audriana_," she cooed, "you're going to feel a slight wetness all over." Ana squirmed as she felt those boxes of detergent move again. All of a sudden the room was filled with bimbo sluts, all plastic and panther print pleather, smelling like a bouquet of assorted berries.
Mitzy stuck the mucus-covered gumdrop in Ana's left ear as a wobbling brunette held her down, affixing another one in her right ear. Boxes flew everywhere as the bimbos assembled. Ana couldn't hear a single thing but could plainly see these "ladies" were taunting her and giggling at her expense.
Sure enough, it began to feel like every pore in her body was glistening. One of the girls shoved a cherry chocolate dildo-pop in her face, and she tried to ignore the intense feelings of desire now welling up in her. If her wrists weren't being pinned to the wall by two sluts, she might have straightened herself out. As it stood, she could only feel her panties get saucier and saucier.
Audriana trembled when she realized someone was applying lemon-lime lip gloss to her mouth, and that a warm, tingly kind of sensation was spreading from it to the rest of her body. A tiny part of her was horrified, but the feeling was smothered by her body's overwhelming need to pass out.
+ _ +
"Nobody gets addicted until they've eaten like 30 of 'em," she tried to assure Audriana. "So you should be set. Seriously, girl, just trust me. That's all you have to do is just trust me. Just trust me." Okay, okay! Trust her, she thought, baffled. The smell of all these bimbo whore-mommies was getting to her. She was lost in a sea of plastic cranberries.
"Fine!" she pouted, and took the sucker, making sure to dilute it with some pudding she brought from home. She had gotten it at the local co-op. It was called M'udder's Milk, made by a farm family over in Poren Springs. The stuff had to be pure. She rolled the lollipop in the rice pudding and began to suck it. It was kind of weird. What kind of sucker has veins?
Audriana didn't exactly know why she was almost fellating an orange popsicle in front of these girls. She only really knew one of them, and just barely. But one she didn't was pinching her ass now, and she wolfed it down, feeling a gush of blueberry spurt onto the back of her throat.
The thing was creaming. Once that pudding (made covertly in a Cherub Cove GigglePuppy kennel) came into contact with the pop, it had a country-cookin' side effect ten times the power of any bag of Cherub Crunch. "Hold it in," Britt said, rubbing her back. "You might as well just swallow it. It tastes good, right?"
"Besides," she went on as Audriana let out an adorable little gag, "the only thing Cherub Cove loves more than people who squirm and resist, are big ol' udders fer feedin'." She reached around and began to fondle Audriana's tits. "Thurr yew go again, a-squirmin' an' a-resistin'..." Britt teased a nipple with a moistened finger. "Did you really think you wouldn't become a Cherub girl, Audriana?"
The mocking stung her. She barely even registered what Britt had said, but the way she addressed her made her feel all weird. "I told you not to call me that!" She cried, sobbing between irritated, unprovoked giggling. Her pussy clenched and dribbled with each tear. "That's not my name, so don't you go a-callin' me that!" She held her hand over her mouth in surprise. A lapse into a fake southern accent erupted naturally, like a burp.
Britt laughed, and the bimbo twins giggled in unison after her. "Honey, sweetie, hot-titty, I thought that's what you was goin' on 'bout b'fore!" She blushed at being called "hot-titty" when hers were so wretched and small in comparison to these beautiful hotties.
+ _ +
"The Lord or... whoever said to go forth and multiply," Britt said, between bites of Cherub Crunch. She squirmed in her chair then splayed her legs out, revealing a nearly neon pink pussy. A couple days' worth of stubble dotted her crotch. She stuffed a sleek, baby blue vibrator in it like it was as innocent as breathing. "And multiplication tables are hot as shit, but I prefer a nice waterbed..."
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