>As the holiday season approaches, so too do holiday parties
>Some, sooner than others - especially when you're Filthy Rich
>"Give it up for the cham-peen of the fourth quarter!"
>A raucous cheer goes up from the party as glasses clink and shouts are raised
>You're seated next to the boss, Mr. Rich, all smiles and good cheer
>And for good reason; you're the reason for this party
>Mr. Rich slings his arm around your shoulder and laughs
>"Two years ago, I thought you'd roll over in a month, and now you're king of the heap. Well done, Anonymous, well done!"
>Flashing a smirk, you look out at the crowd and raise your glass
"Well it's not something you can do alone, Mr. Rich. Everybody plays a role and encourages each other. For that, I'm truly thankful."
>Another cheer as the group breaks out into conversation
>As you take a pull from your beer, you listen to the muffled back and forth going on around the tables
>Some about family, and holiday plans, of course
>Others about missed opportunities
>And a few, well, several, directed at you
>You are Anonymous
>Sales King of the final quarter
>And you've made some enemies
>It's not intentional in this line of work, it never is
>Even still, after or even because of your short tenure, you're one of the most admired and despised members of the team
>Sales can be cutthroat, and you've made a couple of deals that weren't exactly yours to make
>But you're persistent too, and that's where the difference lies
>It's not charm or wit that carried you to the top, but a dogged determination
>And, with any luck, that's all you'll need to stay there, because you're fairly short on the other two
>After soaking up the hateful glares and adoring gazes for a few minutes more, you excuse yourself from the party to go to the bar
>Heaving a sigh of relief, you look to flag down the bartender, but he's having a little chat with someone at the moment
>With another heavy sound, you lean against the bar and wait until you get some attention
>You don't have to wait long
>"Good evening, darling."
>Your body tenses immediately as the silky-smooth voice comes from behind you
>Taking moment to swallow the surprised breath, you turn and find a pair of big blue eyes staring up at you
>Deep and perfect as sapphires, they shine with a mischievous light that's utterly entrancing
>A man could get lost in those eyes, never to tear himself away, eyes that demand sonnets and the most brilliant of words
>You open your mouth, inspired by this heavenly sight!
"Uhh..."
>Tragedy of tragedies!
>Through some supernatural force, your eyes have been dragged away from those incomparable blues and instead settle on another par of beyond perfect orbs further south
>Pale, perky, and yet with a clearly ponderous heft, the beautiful babe's bountiful bosom bares itself to the world in a manner that flirts the line between classy and incident
>And again, you speak
"Uhh..."
>Out of your periphery, you see a hand move and tense for a slap
>But instead it arrives at the woman's lips, and she gives a small, amused laugh
>"Well, aren't you quite the charmer?"
>Your tongue flops about in your mouth for a moment before you find the best words you can manage
"I, uh, I try."
>The woman's lip curls around her hand as she smirks
>"Well, you chose not to apologize, so that is a start, I suppose."
>Ah
>Yeah
>It might have been good to apologize for ogling her
>You open your mouth, but she waves you off with a laugh and a smile
>"Please, don't mind it, dear. I can appreciate a man who knows what he wants, and there's no shame in staring."
>Seating herself at the bar, she positions her arms just so, allowing the depth of her cleavage to be forced up even higher into your line of sight
>"Honestly, I find myself entranced by their marvelousness sometimes myself. It's good to know you feel the same."
>The bartender is down to her in an instant, taking her order - a Metropolitan
>As he's preparing it for her, she flashes you a smile and indicates your attention towards the man with her eyes
>"Won't you join me for a little while?"
>Nodding, you put in an order as well, a high-end bourbon served on the rocks, and sit down beside her
>All the while, your heart pounds away in your chest
>With another winning smile, the woman sips her cocktail
>"Rarity."
"Huh?"
>Giggling again, she extends her hand, palm facing the floor
>"My name, dear. Rarity."
"You sure are."
>"Hm, I'm glad you think so."
>It takes a moment for you to realize you blurted that out, but your sudden sense of shame is offset by the charmed look she gives you
"Ah, Anonymous."
>You take her hand in yours and are struck by the awkwardness of the situation
>This isn't a handshake, if anything, it's more of an invitation to kiss the back of her hand
>But that would be weird, right?
>Then again, everything about this woman is weird
>She extracts her hand from yours after a moment
>"Well, Anonymous, it looked as though you were quite the popular player at your little soiree."
>You follow her eyes back to the Rich Company party, their loud laughs ringing in your ears
"Well, we had a good year and I helped to finish strong."
>"Did you now?"
>Rarity leans forward over her drink, bright eyes glittering in even in the lower light surrounding the bar
>You gulp, watching as she very nearly spills out of the backless and shoulderless dress she's wearing, while two thin straps struggle to hold back a wave of titanic trembling tit
>"How very fascinating. What is it you do?"
"Well, see, I-"
>You swallow to keep your voice from hitching and take a drink from the bourbon on the counter
>Before you can speak, a delicate hand finds its way onto your arm
>"Don't be so tense, Anonymous. I am certainly not trying to make you uncomfortable."
>Rarity dons a gentle, if teasing, smile
>"I simply want to understand what it is my charming company does during the day."
>You need to finish off your drink after that
>And immediately put in for another, which is gone by the time you finish explaining what it is you do
>Rarity listens intently, occasionally offering up small bits of insight
>"Ah. I see. Very interesting."
>They really don't sound that engaged, but she does an excellent job of keeping you talking with her eyes, that never stray off yours
>By the time you finish, you're more than a little tongue-tied and feeling the kick of the two quick drinks
>But, feeling a little bold, you decide to push back on her
"So, Rarity. What are you doing out here?"
>"Oh, nothing quite so as engaging as an end of year party."
>She sighs and primps a little bit, sending her delicious bust quivering
>"I had a meeting lined up with a very good friend of mine to have dinner. But it seems he found some younger company."
>You raise an eyebrow and snort a little bit
"Younger company? Are they fresh out of high school?"
>The pale woman smiles and places her hand over yours
>"That's quite sweet of you dear, but I've come to accept that men have certain tastes, and I can't satisfy all of them. Best to stay to the ones I can, wouldn't you agree?"
>You bob your head
"That's a good attitude. Some people you just can't make happy, so you cut your losses."
>"Exactly."
>The young woman smiles, leaning forward again and giving you a good look down her dress
>"I knew you would understand, Anonymous. We're in similar lines of work, after all."
>With her drink nearly finished, she plucks the cherry out of the glass and brings it to her lips
>They part with a small, almost kiss-like sound as she slides the fruit into her mouth at an agonizingly slow pace
>Pressing her lips firmly together, she pops the stem off the cherry and drops it back into the glass
>"So, with that in mind, could I interest you in a sample of what I have available?"
>You raise an eyebrow
"Sorry, Rarity. I'm afraid that I don't follow."
>"Sales, darling, do try to keep up?"
>The pale woman tuts a bit, but smiles wider still
>"I believe you and I have something we can offer one another."
>You tense immediately
>So this was all a setup to a pitch
>Trying to wave her off, you reply
"I don't need much."
>To which she responds
>"Oh, I'm sure. That's why I've already given you a peek at the catalogue to whet your appetite."
>Taking a long moment to study the young woman, you see as she slides her arms together again, showcasing her chest canyon
>Her leg brushes up against yours and you see as one delicate eyebrow raises while her lips form a delicious pout
>And that's when you realize
>Rarity is a whore
>And she's propositioning you
>A smile breaks through the purple-haired woman's lips
>"Ah, there we are, I recognize that look. You've just now realized what I mean?"
>Her heeled foot slides around to the back of your leg, rubbing gently
>"Well then, let me assure it's nothing so crass as you're thinking. I'm hardly even an escort to be honest. But, as I said, my meeting for tonight was called off, and I would hate to have gotten all dressed up for nothing."
>Leaning in close, she places her cheek almost on top of yous as she whispers
>"Let me show you something special tonight, Anonymous. I believe we could become excellent business partners."
>A tremble works its way through your body as you feel the weight of her chest threaten to press into yours
>So close that you can feel the heat rolling off her body, and practically feel her heartbeat in the air
>After a long moment of silence, Rarity goads you further
>"I'll assure you, dear, this little chat we're having tonight will remain with you for the rest of your life. The question is, will it be a good memory, or one you regret?"
>Rarity moves back to her seat, batting her eyes and raising her hand for the check
>When it arrives, she gives you an expectant look
>Your card can't be rung through fast enough
>Fifteen minutes later, you're outside of the door to a hotel
>But this is not a whirlwind of passion, where you're all but rutting by the time you go through the door
>Instead, this is almost sterile, Rarity's flirty, cool demeanor coaxing you onward as she seats herself on the bed
>She glances about with her lips pursed, nose slightly raised and then nods in approval
>"A good choice, Anonymous. I think you and I will get along just fine."
>Lowering her eyes back to you, her lip curls into a smile
>"So, now that you have my company, can I take a chance to guess your pleasure?"
>You gulp as she reaches back behind her neck and gives a swift tug of the string
>Without any formality, the fabric flutters away, pooling around her hips and revealing her chest to the world
>And what a chest!
>Of course you'd had an eyeful back in the bar, but that's hardly anything compared to the raw experience
>You can only watch as she reaches up and makes an effort to heft one of her massive mamms, flesh flowing around her palm in all directions
>She gives a clearly fake exhausted sigh and lifts her arms over her head
>"I imagine this is what you're after? You are a man of good taste after all, so if you want to manhandle them for a little while, I don't mind."
>Well, you've already come this far
>Sitting down on the bed behind Rarity, you reach up and cup her chest
>At least you try
>But even your larger hands struggle with the weight and bulk of her bombastic boobs
>Not that it stops you from trying, or Rarity from squirming
>"Ah, yes, that's it, ooh."
>She makes small, helpless sounds as she grinds her back into your chest
>"Give my poor nipples a little tug, won't you?"
>Swallowing the knot in your throat you do as your told, and are rewarded with a sharp intake of breath through her teeth
>"Ah! Yes, darling, that's it."
>As you continue to work her over, and Rarity continues to encourage you with small sounds, you eventually have to remind her
"You, uh, you don't have to pretend."
>"Pretend? Whatever do you mean?"
"That this, uh, feels good?"
>Glancing over her shoulder, Rarity bats her eyelashes and smiles
>"Whatever do you mean, Anonymous? Right now I'm in heaven. Don't you want to feel them more, to listen to me more?"
>Yeah, yeah you do
>And so you continue, tugging on her thicker than average teats while Rarity's jump-scare gasps eventually land her in your lap
>You watch as her eyes glaze over a little before shutting tight, her pale skin now taking on a comfortably pink hue from the heat and gentle abuse
>After finally getting your fill of hefting her hangers, she rolls off your lap and raises an eyebrow
>"So, since you've had a little sample, would you be interested in a small purchase?"
>The anxious knot from your throat has now worked its way down to your stomach
"I don't know, Rarity. I did like to touch, but, paying for sex?"
>The pale woman huffs a bit, rolling her eyes
>But then she smiles
>"Alright then, dear. Sex is off the table."
>Even still, she drops to a crawl, moving closer
>"But."
>Her ponderous paps jiggle, threatening to brush against the duvet of the bed at any moment
>"What about, things other than sex?"
>Arriving at your arm, she slide up your body, making sure to catch your arm between her breasts as she does so
>Cradling your head against her chest, she speaks in a soft but demanding tone
>"Take it out, and let Rarity show you a taste of heaven."
>For emphasis, she teases the tip of your still covered dick with one manicured fingernail
>Your training never prepared you for an upsale like this
>With a bit more coaxing you she has you out of your pants, then your underwear, and then your shirt, shoes and socks for good measure
>"No reason to ruin fine clothing, Anonymous."
>Rarity flashes a teasing smile as she drops to her knees in front of you
>"After all, this nasty thing is filled with such vile spunk."
>Her words, while harsh, carry a teasing note of want that can't be denied
>"I suppose I'll need to wring it all out."
>Rolling forward, she drops her weighty melons onto your lap and grins
>"You don't mind, I'm sure."
>And before you can reply, she's already started her work
>The soft embrace of her perfect paps surround you, covering your lap, your legs, and even bumping into your chest
>"Mm, I love the feel of a healthy dick between my breasts. Honestly, I can't get enough of it."
>She makes small, satisfied sounds as she first works her breasts around your dick one at a time, and then together in unison
>First massaging with the left tit, then the right
>Then hefting them both and jerking for several seconds before cycling back to the teasing touches
>"And you're so hot, Anonymous. I feel like you might burn my skin."
>Another few quick jerks as she looks up and bats her eyes at you
>"Although, with your obsession with my chest, I think you might like that. To leave some vile mark on my body and lay claim to it?"
>You feel an awkward but not unwelcome tension building in your lower body
>"Wouldn't that be something? I don't think I could possibly hide it, or that I would want to."
>She giggles, squeezing tighter around your dick
>Going deep, she tries to find the tip of your head, but is only met with more breastflesh
>"Perhaps showing the world that I'm a woman who loves dick pressed against her breasts, the heat, the smell, the whole experience, is exactly what I need. That way, everyone can know who and what I am."
"R-Rarity."
>"Are you close to the edge Anonymous, are you?"
>You nod your head, words failing
>A slow smile creeps across the woman's face as she suddenly stops
>At once, your body tightens up as the welcome rising pressure starts to sink back into your balls
>"I see. Well, in that case, I think now is an excellent time to do business."
>Rarity rubs one tit affectionately against the other, causing you to whimper and thrust your hips up in the process
>"Ah, no dear, not yet. You see, I'd like to continue this fun all night long, but I do need some recompense. Say, five thousand?"
"F-Fi-"
>"Please?"
>Rarity squeezes you tightly between her breasts as she practically purrs the word
"Five thousand, five thousand!"
>"Oh, simply grand."
>Rarity smiles as she begins pumping her tits in earnest
>"I don't know what I would have done if you said no. My poor girls are aching for a hot drink. So come, Anonymous. Come and give me what I need."
>This woman, is completely undeniable
>You grip the bed, arching your back and thrusting your hips up in a quick motion as your eyes roll back into your head
>There's a sharp squeal of surprise as tremors race down from the tip of your dick and then reverberate throughout your body
>A chill settles in soon after, warded off only by the heavy weight in your lap
>As your sense of reason returns, you look down at the young woman kneeling in front of you
>The tops of her tits are practically covered in spunk
>A bit has landed on her face as well, which she is ever so gracefully cleaning with a single, smooth dragging motion of her finger
>Once she's reasonably clean, she sits back on her heels and frees your entrapped dong
>She looks her chest over and flashes you a winning smile
>"Oh well done, Anonymous. I must say I'm very impressed. Since you've already agreed to pay, would you like to see the rest of the show?"
>Again, she doesn't wait for an answer before beginning to massage your spunk into the skin of her breasts
>She even goes so far as to address the underside as best she's able, looking to coat her entire skin in the shiny, sticky substance
>The whole while, she continues to make those small, delighted sounds, even teasing her thick nips as she passes over them
>"Mm, the accommodations aren't what I was expecting, but neither was the volume. I suppose young men do have it better."
>Smirking up at you as she finishes, Rarity holds her hands over her head and shimmies her chest from side to side
>"What do you think, darling. You've marked part of me as your woman, wouldn't you like to take care of the rest too?"
>As if you had a choice.
 
>The early hours of the next day find you awake before the sun rises
>You pull on your clothes and shoes, filled with a heavy weight that you weren't expecting
>Then again, you had just paid for a night of sex
>Great sex, with a woman who sported unbelievable tits, but still paid for all the same
>Sighing, you collect your things and check your wallet
>"You aren't going to slam the cash down and leave, are you, Darling?"
>A gentle, tired voice calls to you from the bed
>Rarity's silhouette arches, almost cat like as she turns towards you
>"I do so hate when my partners leave mad, after all."
"Not mad, just confused, I guess."
>In the darkness, you can almost feel her smile at you
>"Confused isn't a bad way to feel, Anonymous. It just means something is worth exploring more."
>Her arms stretch over her head, and you hear her make a soft moan of satisfaction
>"I, for one, hope you do want to explore a little more. It would be a shame to let such a healthy, vibrant dick wander the world unattended."
>"The money would be nice too, I suppose. So I've gone ahead and put my card in your wallet, and taken one of yours for my own. If you're half the gentleman I think you are, you'll deposit the fee without me having to harass you at work."
"You wouldn't actually-"
>"Oh, I have Anonymous, believe me I have. And much more important men than you. But, as long as things remain congenial, I have no interest in slandering your name. Just be sure to pay what I'm due, and that I'm at the top of your list if you ever need any arm candy, and we should be fine."
>You stare at her for a while longer, and can almost make out the sparkle of those dangerous blue eyes in the dark
>At once, she shuffles back under the sheets
>"Well, don't let me keep you, dear. I do believe I'll get a bit more sleep before it's time to check out. Ta-ta for now."
>You walk out into the hall and heave a sigh of relief
>Checking your wallet, sure enough, a card with a routing number and a phone number that you don't recognize
>You flip it over, and in broad, cursive script, it simply reads:
>Rarity
>What have you gotten yourself into?