Bitches in the store's warehouse

Dima got a job as a loader at a small grocery store warehouse, where another loader also worked, who showed Dima who was who, what to put where, and where everything was located. Besides them, the store's team consisted only of women, mainly cashiers, an accountant-HR manager, a cleaner, the manager, who was also the owner of this store.

Vika, a bitchy brunette with always gorgeous hair and hairstyle, a beautiful lady, at least 175 centimeters tall, and even taller in heels, she had a sturdy build, perhaps even muscular and toned, she used to play professional volleyball,

though it's hard to imagine with her huge breast size, they were a fourth size and of course interfered with her playing, so because of this beauty of hers, she left the world of sports and opened her own little store when she was left alone and divorced from her businessman husband, who gave her a substantial sum in the divorce.

At thirty-five, Vika was quite domineering in character and did not tolerate backtalk, apparently even her husband, at some point, realized he couldn't stay under her heel anymore and ran away from her, and she had even raised her hand against him more than once, and a backhanded slap, as you understand, from a volleyball player was quite weighty. Vika's hips were also massive, but without cellulite and, of course, moderately toned, muscles she had demonstrated more than once by coming to work in a miniskirt, their beauty was, of course, accentuated by her calves, and of course high-heeled shoes, but Vika sometimes also loved sportswear with a simple ponytail at the back, this image Dima liked more.

Dima, a twenty-seven-year-old young man, with the temperament and demands of a brutal male, he thought that it was the man who should be the commander both at work and in the family, but for now he believed he was just starting life and everything was still ahead of him, he was lazy by nature and dropped out of college without finishing it, then the army, small construction gigs, and now he got a job as a simple loader, but this, as Dima thought, was not for long, he also considered the option of a successful marriage to a wonderful and beautiful blonde, and also rich, who had inherited wealth. He considered himself an irresistible alpha male, however, in reality, he backed down in front of authoritative people, this happened with Vika too.

In just over two months, he had already become quite afraid of the boss's sudden appearances in the warehouse, who had kicked out his partner for drunkenness, slapping him such a backhander that he just fell and lost consciousness, either from falling and hitting his head on the floor, or from the blow itself. In any case, it was an effect that made Dima's knees shake when she appeared in the warehouse. Once Vika yelled at him again, calling him a useless idiot and that she would easily replace him if he didn't stop being slow, and sharply adjusted her hair locks with her hand, which made Dima suddenly cringe, expecting a blow. This, of course, shocked Dima himself, that he was so afraid of her, but it shocked Vika no less, who also noticed that Dima, to put it directly, was simply scared of her, and she herself knew that she could knock him out with one blow if needed, or just kick him out and fire him.

And so, after his partner was fired, Dima was left alone in the warehouse, now he worked alone in a female team, he was constantly besieged with requests to do something, since he was supposedly a man, and the only one, and gradually the requests turned into demands, and sometimes into orders. Dima was not a conflict-prone person by nature, so he tried to keep the negativity inside and not conflict with anyone, his stereotypes about the man being the main one began to fade with each working day.

He probably would have quit himself if not for an incident when the girls—cashiers—once again asked him to tighten a nut on a heating radiator in the sales area that was leaking. He took the wrench that Alla shoved into his hands. Alla was the most brazen of the cashiers and had already become completely insolent, pestering Dima (at least he thought so). Dima then tightened the nut, and hot water gushed from the radiator, flooding the sales area and the goods. As a result of the inventory, Dima now owed Vika about one hundred and ninety-something thousand rubles, and now he practically fell into slavery to her, working off his debt, which also affected their relationship.

Vika blamed Dima for what happened, as he arbitrarily, without her permission, started fixing the radiator, which was not part of his duties at all, and that's why he was solely to blame for what happened. Maybe Vika covered for Alla, since she was her friend, but still, Vika simply unleashed all the dogs on Dima, as she hadn't had simple sex for a long time, all the men Vika liked were not free, and those who were crazy about her were not interesting to her. She even sometimes thought in the evenings alone about calling a gigolo for money who would satisfy her already wild lust. So now Dima became her full-fledged serf worker with no opinion of his own, and she kept him overtime when necessary, practically without asking if he could stay or not. A tab was opened for Dima in the store for food products, which he took on credit, as the minimum wage he received after deducting the debt was barely enough to make ends meet.

Before the New Year, Vika gathered the team for a corporate party in her store's warehouse, where everyone was present, including Dima, on whose shoulders fell the main work of slicing, washing, refilling empty glasses, fetching, carrying. It resembled that at the table sat the girls, and behind them ran and served their already morally suppressed loader Dima—the waiter. Of course, mainly Alla commanded, apparently experiencing some kind of thrill from having a guy obey her, since at home she was the woman, but here she was the "man." Vika also commanded, but with stricter notes. Gradually, the girls got drunk, and the conversation at the table turned to men and sex, they were no longer embarrassed at all by Dima sitting next to them, who was also quite drunk by then.

The conversation turned to the fact that a blowjob is, of course, good, but there should also be cunnilingus, otherwise they demand a blowjob, but when it comes to cunnilingus, it's "I can't" or "I'm not like that" or something else. Alla said that she herself liked blowjobs and that she does it for her husband whenever possible.

— "You," she turned to Dima, "do you like blowjobs? Or are you still a virgin?" — everyone laughed in unison. Dima really was a virgin, but announcing it here would be a BIG mistake, and he said

— "Of course I like them!" — he smiled slightly — "I like it!"

— "And who does it for you?" — Alla didn't stop laughing — "The right or the left?" — everyone laughed again. Of course, it was clear that she didn't believe him and teased him about a virgin's masturbation. Although she was right, the drunk Dima was offended, and he said proudly

— "No, not about hands! I'm talking about a girl" — he began to mentally think up what to say next — "She's just on a business trip in the north right now."

— "Are you also a jerk like all men?" — Vika interrupted him — "Do you also refuse to do cunnilingus for your girlfriend?" — this question sounded as if she was reproaching him, already knowing the answer, that he doesn't do cunnilingus for her, however, to everyone's surprise, Dima proudly declared.

— "Of course I do" — and remembering Alla's words about how she loves blowjobs, he added — "I like doing cunnilingus for her, I even did it for her without sex" — Dima's lying was unstoppable now, and he continued to lie, looking at the interested and even envious gazes coming from his words — "Yes, I even, like, did it for her friend once, learning that she had never had cunnilingus done to her, and she wanted it! There."

— "And?" — Vika asked with interest, as if demanding a continuation of the story. Generally, girls love to talk about and do blowjobs and consider it normal, while complaining about jerks who don't do cunnilingus, yet they themselves despise guys and men who stick their tongue in a pussy, and not a single girl, upon learning that a guy previously licked the pussy of her friend or someone she knows, would start a relationship with him, she would simply be disgusted to kiss him (though, of course, there are exceptions). So after Dima decided to answer for all men and appear as an alpha male who does cunnilingus for his friend without sex, and even for her friend, he fell in the eyes of all present to the level of an ordinary pussy-licker, who already didn't have respect in the team.

— "Well, and I did it for her!" — still suspecting nothing, Dima blabbered on.

— "And for me?" — Vika interrupted him — "Will you do cunnilingus for me without sex?" — she was in a tracksuit and, turning to him (he was sitting next to her), spread her legs wide — "I've never had it done either! Will you do it for me?" — Dima, seeing that Vika had opened her legs in front of him, smiled stupidly and looked around at everyone sitting at the table. A silence of anticipation for Dima's answer arose.

— "Nooo" — Dima drawled, still smiling stupidly.

— "Why?" — Vika stared at him intently — "Don't you like me?"

— "I can't like that" — Dima tried to weasel out, realizing that he had simply talked himself into trouble with his drunken tongue, which he should have kept behind his teeth, and now Vika was asking him to release it and lick her.

— "But you licked her friend's friend? Or were you lying? Huh?" — Vika squinted.

— "No!" — Dima shook his head, realizing that being a bullshitter was not an option at all — "No, I didn't lie!"

— "Then why are you refusing me?" — Vika continued her interrogation in complete silence.

— "I can't like that" — Dima answered again.

— "Like what?" — she grabbed him by the chest — "Do you need help or something? Or are you embarrassed by someone here? Huh? Everyone here is family!" — she was pulling him down towards her between her legs — "Kiss me right through my pants" — she had already taken his head after Dima, yielding to her rather strong hand, slid off the chair and was practically already kneeling in front of her — "Prove to me that you like me!" — her hand was pulling him by the back of his head, his face towards the crotch between her legs, and Dima, yielding to her hand, pressed his face against Vika's pants in the groin area — "What does it smell like?" — Vika laughed, and everyone at the table also roared like horses, Dima, as if in some kind of trance, and coming to his senses, quickly jerked away from Vika's crotch, who was no longer holding him with her hands, and sat back on the chair, blushing, his eyes dropped to the floor and darted around like two cornered mice, he began to realize that he had practically just licked his boss Vika in front of everyone, who, having received moral pleasure, looked at him with the eyes of a predatory panther.