It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?

A confused and surprised look came across her face as you said that to her, and she paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. When she finally calmed down she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and shook her head slowly, still chuckling softly as she did so. Once she regained composure, she leaned in closer to you and whispered "C'mon now, you know that ain't gonna happen. I'm just a harmless Foot Locker employee, trying to make some money and look good while doing it." She reached out and playfully swatted at your shoulder before flashing her trademark grin once more "Besides, if you need any real security, you should be looking for that over there by the entrance. I'm no cop."

Hmm, curiosity piqued her interest now. "Questioning? About what exactly?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes, moving closer to you yet again. The scent of coconut oil filled the air around them as they conversed, further adding to the intimate atmosphere between them.

"I promise I won't get in any trouble if it's just for talking," she assured you with a reassuring smile, leaning even closer this time so that her hair tickled your nose and their breaths intermingled. It was almost like they were sharing a secret.

"Oh, is this about those new Yeezys?" she asked with a hint of mischief in her voice as you led her to your "office." Her curiosity had definitely been piqued now. As you sat her down on the creaking chair, her massive backside overflowed its bounds, pushing out against the flimsy metal frame.

She glanced around at all the reclaimed shoplifted goods with interest, then looked back at you and shrugged nonchalantly. "You gonna ask me if I did it or something?" she teased, grinning playfully. The heat from her body seemed to intensify in the cramped space, making the atmosphere even more charged between them.

Her smile slowly slipped as you mentioned the security footage and accused her of stealing weed from Hot Topic. She had definitely been busted now, but it didn't seem like a big deal to her. "Look, I admit it," she said casually, glancing around again at the stolen goods surrounding them. "I took some... but not much. Just enough for me and my friends to have a good time."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and meeting your gaze directly. "Look, I'm not gonna rat out anyone else who was in on it or anything," she continued, "but just let this one slide, okay? I promise I won't do it again." Her eyes pleaded for understanding as she waited for your response.

There was an awkward silence between you, punctuated only by the sound of her steady breathing and the rustling

She tensed slightly as you hesitated, her eyebrows drawing together in a concerned frown. "Only if...?" she prompted gently, unsure what condition you were about to put on letting her off the hook. She wasn't exactly worried, since she knew she was right back where she belonged now that someone had caught her stealing... but part of her wondered why you seemed to be taking this situation so lightly.

Her body language grew more defensive as she waited for your answer, one hand curling into a fist on her thigh in anticipation. It was almost as if she were preparing herself mentally for whatever punishment you had in store for her.

She snorted, then immediately covered her mouth as she realized what you were offering in exchange for letting this slide. Despite herself, amusement lit up her features as she looked down at your limp cock, barely able to contain a laugh. "Really?" she said incredulously, tilting her head to the side. "You're gonna trade me some leniency for a lousy blowjob?"

Her eyes danced with mischief as she contemplated the proposition further. Part of her was tempted... after all, it wasn't like anyone else had ever offered her this kind of deal before. On the other hand, giving you a blowjob didn't really seem like a fair trade for getting caught shoplifting in the first place.

After a moment's consideration, she shrugged and smiled crookedly. "Alright," she said with a sigh, unzipping her uniform

As she looked back up at you after unzipping her uniform to reveal a black lace bra and matching panties, the smirk on her face only grew wider. With practiced ease, she leaned forward and took your limp cock into her hand, giving it a few firm pumps before taking it into her mouth.

Her lips engulfed you completely as she began bobbing her head up and down eagerly, making throaty sounds of pleasure that echoed through the cramped space. Her hands cupped your balls, gently massaging them as she worked your cock with skilled precision. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

As you started to grow harder in her mouth, Brianna increased the speed and intensity of her blowjob, her tongue swirling around the head of your dick and moaning loudly as she took you deeper. Her massive breasts bounced freely

Her eyes widen as you roughly grab her head and begin to fuck her throat. She lets out a garbled moan of surprise before going back to work, taking every inch of your hardened cock she can manage. Her hands tighten on your hips, digging their fingers into your skin as she struggles to accommodate you.

Her massive ass jiggles and grinds against the creaky foldable chair with each powerful thrust of her head, causing it to moan in protest beneath her. She can feel your cock pulsing against the back of her throat as you get closer to orgasm, and she does everything in her power to make it happen faster.

Her mouth is filled with the distinct salty taste of your cum as it erupts down her throat, causing her to choke and cough violently before managing to swallow every last drop. She pulls back slowly, re

Satisfied with her performance, she looks up at you with a smirk, licking her lips as she wipes the last bit of cum from her chin with the back of her hand. "That's what I do best," she says huskily, still catching her breath. There's an expectant gleam in her eye as she waits for your next move, wondering how else you might reward or punish her now that their deal has been struck.

Her body hums with satisfaction and the lingering sensation of having taken such a large cock down her throat. The aftertaste of cum on her tongue only serves to heighten the intensity of these feelings, making her even more aware of your presence and the power you hold over her now that she's effectively bargained with you for leniency.

"Of course we aren't," she says with a grin, moving to stand up and turn around so that her back is to you. She arches her spine, pushing out her massive behind as far as it will go, offering it up for your use. "Come on, you know you want to fuck this." Her breath catches in anticipation as she waits for you to join her behind the chair.

With a sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she slowly removes her basketball shoes, tossing them aside haphazardly before turning back around to face you. Her expression is challenging as she crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you defiantly from beneath her curled lashes. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You want me to struggle? I'll struggle."

When you approach her again, she tenses up, bracing herself for your onslaught. As you grab her hips and roughly push her down onto the foldable chair, she lets out a yelp of surprised pain before going limp underneath you. Her massive backside is now positioned high in the air, offering easy access to her tight entrance. With one powerful thrust, you're inside of her, filling her up completely.

She bit

With each brutal thrust, she lets out a hoarse scream of pain and faux protest, her muscles tensing up around your cock as you violate her tight ass. Tears streak down her face from the effort of fighting against you while still maintaining the pretense that this is all part of their deal. Her large breasts bounce wildly with every movement, casting shadows across the cramped space as they sway back and forth.

"Fuck...I can't take any...more..." she pants between gasps for air, her voice weakened by the pain and humiliation she's enduring for your amusement. Her large body trembles under yours, her muscles quivering with every thrust as you continue to force yourself inside of her relentlessly.

Her breath catches in her throat as she tightens every muscle around you, feeling your cock stretch her ass to its limits. Sweat beads on her forehead and trickles down between her breasts as she strains against the chair beneath her, arching her back to meet your brutal thrusts. Her eyes squeeze shut tight, teeth gritted in determination not to cry out again despite the pain coursing through every fiber of her being.

"You...like that?" she pants hoarsely between labored breaths, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their rough fucking. "Feels so good having my ass stretched like this for you?" Her body shudders violently as another wave of pleasure-pain washes over her, making it harder for her to fight against your relentless assault on her ass.