Brit Cums Out of Her Shell - Prologue
Prologue: A True-Story that Inspired the Rest
It all started a few years ago, and in a manner not unfamiliar: an incredibly beautiful young girl, impressionable, and under the influence of her (male) peers' endless attention -- and maybe something to loosen her up -- wanted nothing more than to feel the kind of excitement that giving in to that attention could grant her... Brittany Hadel's story started not exactly with a bang (maybe figuratively, of course), but rather with a splatter.
Brittany had just graduated high school, turned 18, and was feeling on top of the world. She went and got a job at the local big-league car dealership the next town over, easily "qualifying" for the receptionist position. All they really looked for were good looks and a definite lack of any male anatomy. Her natural beauty only made getting the job easier, as the interview basically consisted of one of the GMs sitting her down in his over-decorated office, staring at her huge tits for a few minutes while they chatted, and then asking her to come in on Monday.
Brittany did have the largest bust of any girl in her high school -- easily coming in around the mid-thirty 'H' size probably made passing some of her male teacher's classes easier. Not to mention her narrow waist and wide hips that made even honest men stare both coming and going. She only came in around five feet, which only served to accentuate her figure. Top it off with her long, almost platinum blonde hair, full lips, and striking blue eyes, and she was set to take over the world. That is, until the anxiety set in.
She was unfortunately plagued by it, and severely, too. No one could say for certain when it started, but it didn't change the fact that it deeply affected her daily life. It was hard to drive, it was hard to go into the grocery store, it was hard to talk to people -- the list went on. She managed it well, though, and hid it even better. And alcohol helped, too, even though she was underage.
So, short of taking over the world, that still left Brittany a lot of opportunity, and with the kind of attention receptionists get when working around over a hundred high-strung, stressed out salesman, she had plenty of outlets for her anxiety. It was a big dealership.
Some of the men at the dealership were kind, some were straightforward to the point of giving her anxiety attacks, and others were sneaky. Regardless, it seemed all of them wanted the same thing, but she was used to that. It was the sneaky kind that truly changed Brittany's newly-minted adult life.
When Brittany left for work the day it happened, she'd kissed her long-term boyfriend goodbye, said she loved him, and left, thoughts of how the day would unfold plaguing her mind. Her boyfriend, Drake, had glanced at her as she left, and offered a lazy, "Don't worry, babe. Today will be fine." He didn't really offer much else in the way of support, and that comment was about the maximum amount of effort he could be bothered to give her. She left feeling no less anxious.
That day she'd worn her favorite heels, a flowy black skirt and a slick blouse -- she didn't need to show off any cleavage since the size of her tits basically did that work by themselves -- and kept her bright blonde hair straight down in a soft curtain that flowed over her shoulders. Underneath was a black thong and a white bra, which was starting to feel a little small on her chest, despite having just bought it a few months ago.
It was a beautiful, calm sunny morning, typical for the short summers they experienced in north Idaho. She went in to work that day with a little coal of anxiety twisting up her stomach. That or it was just intuition, but she felt like something was going to happen. She took several minutes to get her anxiety under control as she pulled her black Jeep into an open parking spot a half block away from the dealership.
As she walked in front of the building toward the main entrance, she glanced in one of the huge windows and noticed that one of the desks was empty, the morning sunlight shining off the pale, polished wood. She let out a shaky breath. She was thankful that TJ was late for work again, and it relieved some of the pulsing discomfort in her chest.
She went in through the main door, her heels clicking across polished stone tiles. She passed the receptionist counter to go clock in, then walked back. She stepped behind the receptionists desk, put on her headset, and sat down on the tall stool behind the big counter. She gossiped with Stacy, the other receptionist stationed at the main building that day, answered dozens of calls by directing them to salesmen, managers, service, and so on, and texted on her phone when a quiet moment arose.
An hour before her lunch break, TJ walked out from the hallway that joined his showroom to the main showroom. He was a small, weedy young salesman with greasy black hair that was kept short enough to easily slick a few spikes into. He had a perpetual vacant smile from the regular high he maintained -- somehow without getting himself fired -- and strolled up to the receptionists' desk.
He trained his weaselly wide-eyed stare directly at Brittany and said, "Hey, ladies, how's it goin?"
Both young women rolled their eyes at the routine, but still gave him smiles and a polite, 'hey, TJ.'
"So I figured I'd let you know, it's a pretty slow day for me today, if either of you fine ladies want to hang out."
What he wanted from the two beautiful receptionists was obvious since he pulled the same routine with all the receptionists on a regular basis.
Stacy immediately said, "I think you're having all these slow days, you should be doing more to get some sales going, TJ." She wasn't rude about it, and he'd just laughed. But Brittany feigned ignorance to his intentions and gave a friendly, questioning smile. "Just for like, lunch or something?" she asked, her fingers shaky. She had spoken with TJ many, many times over the past several months she'd worked there. He wasn't a bad person, and they actually had a lot in common. He just did a lot of drugs. He'd brought up so many times how he could help her with her anxiety if she would be willing to 'experiment.' And today, she'd decided, she was finally going to just see if he was right.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "Free lunch on me, Brittany."
"Okay, sounds good," Brittany responded a little woodenly, her fingers fidgeting with a phone cord hanging under the counter. "I'll just swing by your desk when I go on lunch?" TJ nodded deeply, his smile widening. He walked away, back toward his desk and Brittany glanced at the other girl. "Hey," she said, faking nonchalance, "free lunch!"
The phones were ringing. As Stacy reached to answer the next call waiting, she gave a knowing smile and said, "Hey, I won't judge a girl taking advantage of free food and drinks."
When her lunch came around, Brittany went to TJ's desk in the next showroom over. He wasn't there. She walked by his manager's office to ask where he went. His manager, Justin, was on a phone call. When she mouthed, 'TJ?' he shrugged his shoulders, and continued his call.
She didn't like to call people, but she did have his number. After a moment waiting at his desk, Brittany called him. When he answered the phone, she could hear him coughing intensely. His coughing eventually subsided. "Hey, Brit. You on your lunch now?" he asked in a brittle voice.
"Uh, yeah. Where are you?"
"Oh, um, I'm at my car." It sounded like TJ put his phone down and said, "Yeah, dude, let me drop you off. I'm picking her up now." His voice returned to normal, and he said, "I'll pick you up in front of the dealership. Be right there." He hung up before she could suggest meeting him a little out of sight of everyone at the dealership. She didn't exactly want everyone to see her climbing into TJ's car and driving off with him. But her anxiety was already spiking, and she also didn't want to call him and cause an issue. She headed out the front door of the dealership.
As she stepped up to the sidewalk, AJ pulled up in his car and another salesman got out, eyes bloodshot and reeking of weed. "Hey, Regis," Brittany said.
"Hey Brittany!" Regis bellowed, larger than life. "I warmed it up for you!" he laughed, indicating the seat he'd just climbed out of.
"Thanks," she said, stepping past him and quickly dropping into TJ's car before too many people saw.
They drove away, and Brittany started to calm her nerves. TJ was quick to break the silence. "So you finally ready to try something to help your anxiety?" he asked as they sped through the small town streets. It was quickly obvious that they weren't heading for any restaurant.
"Um," she tried, thinking of something to say to get out of it. A second passed, and not knowing how to say no in a new way, she said, "-sure, I guess." Waiting any longer to formulate a better way of saying she wasn't interested seemed like it would cause too many problems, and of course there would be more insistent urging about it in the future. Besides, she was already in the car. She resigned herself to just do it. Whatever it was.
"Nice," he said with a big grin, nodding deeply again. His eyes were lidded and his whole body seemed relaxed, despite driving 40mph in a 25mph zone. She wondered if she would actually feel that relaxed, too, after whatever it was he had in mind. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad for a little while, she wondered.
It wasn't long before they pulled up to a small, dark house on a narrow residential street. "So, is this where you live?" The yard had big patches of packed dirt and an old, rusted out car sat parked under a withered tree. A busted bike sat under a messy carport, and weathered boxes sat forgotten against the side of the house.
TJ glanced at Brittany. "Oh, uh, no, this is a house that me and my friends are allowed to use as long as the owner isn't home. He's totally chill as long as we don't wreck the place."
Brittany nodded nervously, "Ah. Do people come here often?" she asked, suddenly worried about people walking in and seeing her there. The whole idea was sounding worse by the second.
"Oh! Um, no, totally not," he reassured slowly. "Most people are, I guess, at work now anyway, so it'll just be us." TJ opened his door and stepped out.
Brittany nodded again, and got out of the car. He walked up to a side door to the house, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door. He opened it and invited her to go in, holding the door open for her. She considered refusing, and just walking back to the car, but her anxiety got the better of her again. She stepped inside. TJ grinned as he stared at her ass.
Inside, the house was barely furnished, dark, and messy. It almost looked like it was squatted in part-time. She started to think it probably was when TJ led her into a small living room, where the only furniture was a small TV on an end table, a dirty coffee table, and a bare mattress on the floor. As if nothing were weird about the situation at all, he waved toward the mattress. "Have a seat, I'll be right back."
TJ walked out of the room, and Brittany took a nervous glance at the suspicious mattress. After inspecting it for a moment, she decided it probably wasn't that dirty, and sat down, careful to keep her skirt under her legs to keep her bare skin from touching the mattress directly. TJ took several minutes, during which Brittany looked around anxiously, practiced her breathing, and finally decided to just pull out her phone.
When he came back, he carried a plate with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, next to which were two baggies. One had a white powder, and other contained small, round pills. In his other hand was a glass of tap water. "It's not much, but I did say I'd get you lunch," he chuckled, sitting down next to her.
"Oh, you really didn't have to do that," Brittany said. She stared at the plate for a moment. "I'm not very hungry, actually." Her anxiety was way to high to casually eat a sketchy sandwich in a sketchy house. "Sorry."
TJ shrugged. "Okay." He grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a big bite of the corner, then set it back down. Mid-chew, he picked up the baggies. "So," he spoke slowly through the mouthful, "I want you to try taking this one first." He swallowed and continued, speaking just as slowly, "It'll make you feel like, giddy and happy. It's super good for anxiety if you don't want to smell like weed all day," he said with a half laugh.
"What is it?"
"It's ecs. -uh," he corrected himself, "Like, an upper. It won't hurt you or anything, and they're not addictive." Then he took out two of the little pills and popped it in his mouth. He took a sip of water and said, "See? Try it."
Brittany hesitated for a long time. TJ didn't seem like he was being malicious. He seemed like someone who just wanted to share what he had to make her feel better. And over the past couple months, she'd come to consider the small man as basically harmless. Eventually, she took the pills with shaking fingers and popped them into her mouth. She sipped the glass of water before she could taste it. She didn't consider that taking the same dose TJ took might not be a good idea if he had a tolerance to the "upper."
He smiled wide. "Nice.". For the next twenty minutes, he made small talk with Brittany, asking her how her day was going, what she had planned for the weekend, and how she liked working at the dealership. Brittany started to feel more relaxed.
She glanced at her phone. Seeing she still had time left on her lunch break, she tried to relax and go with the flow. She genuinely hoped it would help since she'd gone through all the trouble. Another five minutes and she realized that she started to feel floaty. When she started giggling, TJ smiled wide at her. He could be so nice sometimes.
Brittany realized she was definitely feeling giddy. And hot. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt "I feel pretty good!" she said. "Are you hot?"
TJ grinned, seeming just as mellow as before. Maybe more smiley. He picked up the second baggy and held it out between them. "I guess it's working, huh? Now we'll try this one, too. It goes really well the ecs-um, the upper. It'll make you feel floaty and like, give you energy."
"Oh, um," Brittany thought about it. "How long does it take to work?" She was thinking about how hard it might be to act natural when she got back to work. "Will it make me hotter?"
TJ looked confused for a moment as his brain went through her questions. "You're already super hot!" he laughed. "Let's just do a little bit and we'll see if it makes you feel any hotter."
Normally Brittany would be pretty freaked out by an unidentified white powder, but she was feeling pretty comfortable with him. He definitely knows what he's doing. I just wish he told me it'd be getting so hot! She reached out to get a drink from the glass of water, but it was empty. For some reason, this was hilarious, and she started giggling more. "Uh oh!" she said between giggles, turning the empty glass upside down.
The small man just watched as Brittany unwound. Her face was red, and the skin exposed by her unbuttoned shirt was red, too. She looked a lot less tense than a few minutes ago. "Hey, Brit, if you want to just take off your shirt, I won't mind. I'm getting pretty hot, too," he said reassuringly.
"Um, yeah," she said, her mind blanking for a second. Her striking blue eyes wandered over to him and she smiled. "It's just you!" she giggled, then pulled her blouse up over her head. It got caught in her hair and she started giggling more.
AJ stared intently at the blonde's huge tits as she struggled with her blouse. "Do you need a hand there, Brit?" he asked.
"Umm," Brittany tried to speak, still laughing, "I think so!"
Instead of helping her pull off her shirt, AJ reached around and grabbed at the clip to her bra. He fumbled around with it for several seconds while Brittany struggled with her shirt. About the same time the shirt came off, the bra popped loose, too.
Rather than get upset, Brittany just went with the flow. She dropped her blouse and her bra on the mattress and exhaled. "Much better! I didn't think you'd be taking off my bra, though!" Her face was still red as she giggled again. TJ's mouth dropped open as he openly stared at her chest.
It took almost a full minute, during which Brittany just sat back on her hands, eyes lidded. A deep red had bloomed across her face and chest. He finally managed to say, "It's fine, Brit. It's just me, right?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her huge titties. Her areolas were a light shade of pink, like her full lips. Her nipples had firmed into little nubs at some point in the last couple of minutes. AJ was getting more excited, but continued to keep his cool. He carefully opened the bag of white powder and set it back on the coffee table. He pulled his wallet out of his slacks and grabbed a credit card. Using the corner, he scooped out a small hit of the white powder, pulled a thin straw out of his jacket pocket, and snorted the powder directly off the card.
He exhaled and Brittany saw him gain an expectant expression, as if waiting for something. His body stilled. "Oh, yeah," he breathed shakily.
"How do you feel?"
"Like a baby, not a care in the world," he said with a goofy smile.
Brittany thought for a moment, staring at the bag. I guess that means it worked for him. I feel the same as he does, so I'll probably get that feeling, too?
She still wasn't sure. She was just so hot. She looked at him and said, "Hey, would it be weird if I took off my skirt, too? I'm so hot, TJ." She didn't mean to give him a sultry tone there. Did she?
Brittany looked at TJ as if for the first time. He had his own charms, right? And besides, she was half naked in front of him now. He wasn't exactly a looker, but something still gave her the urge to touch him. To be touched. She took off her skirt as TJ's eyes traveled the length of her body.
TJ dropped the baggie on the table and leaned in to kiss Brittany. She didn't stop his mouth from pushing against hers. He tasted ashy and bitter, but she craved his touch, and let him push her back onto the mattress. He was a poor kisser, but Brittany didn't care. She just felt like everything would work out.
As the fabric of his jacket brushed against her nipples, Brittany moaned into his mouth. He wasted no time after that pulling his slacks and underwear down to his knees. His bare erection pushed against her thong, and Brittany moaned louder. That would feel so good right now, she thought. I'm glad Drake isn't here.
TJ grunted as he pushed his manhood against the soft fabric of her thong. He was heating up fast, so he leaned back until he was on his knees. With his skinny knees under her legs, he was able to leave his cock pushed against Brittany's thong as he unzipped his jacket, then started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Brittany squirmed against his cock. She was short of breath, and her hands cupped her bare tits.
As she squirmed, TJ rocked slowly against her, his cock forcing her thong inside the puffy lips of her pussy. Brittany panted, "I need it so bad. Do uppers do this to everyone?"
TJ grinned as his dress shirt hit the floor and he reached down to her thong. "Maybe just you. We should try it again sometime to see if it was just because it's your first time." That makes sense, she thought. It seems like a good idea (she squirmed eagerly against his cock) to try it again. He pulled her thong away from her hips, then all the way down to her feet. Het let it dangle off of her right ankle, then leaned forward.
Brittany was wet. Sopping wet, and TJ's cock easily slid into her. They both gasped and Brittany squeezed her eyes shut as his cock pushed deep into her. "Oh my god, I knew you'd be tight," he said. "Fuuck."r"
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