ANNETTE GETS ADDED TO ‘THE LIST’

Annette closed her eyes and grunted as Mr. Russo grabbed her tits, and pounded his stiff cock in and out of her pussy… just like every other Wednesday night for the past five months.

She was a waitress at Toscana Bistro… Mr. Russo’s Italian restaurant… and letting him fuck her after they closed up the place on Wednesdays was how she got him to give her more hours on the weekend shifts, so she could make a bit more money.

Toscana Bistro was a decent place, with mostly cheap pasta dishes and tasteless bread sticks, but it seemed to be fairly popular… and the restaurant was usually pretty busy with customers. Mr. Russo had always stayed late on Wednesdays… after his wife, the cooks, and the waitresses had all left for the night… to work on the books and do the scheduling for the following week. About five months ago, Annette had stayed behind after the others were gone and begged him for more hours, since she was trying desperately to move off of her sister’s couch, and needed to make more money to get her own apartment.

With a salacious grin, Mr. Russo had agreed… in exchange for letting him fuck her on Wednesday nights after everyone else had left.

So, there she was… bent over the desk in Mr. Russo’s tiny office… her eyes closed, her waitress dress unzipped, and her exposed breasts swinging back and forth beneath her. She had her legs spread, her panties down to her knees, the hem of her dress pushed up to her lower back, and her thighs bumping up against the front of the desk… as Mr. Russo squeezed her flailing tits and hammered his raging hard-on into her vagina from behind… over and over and over… while groaning, and mumbling in Italian about how good it felt.

Fortunately for Annette, Mr. Russo was a bit older, and didn’t usually last too long before he’d cum… grunting and swearing, as he filled her snatch with a load of hot, creamy jizzm.

That Wednesday was no different. After a few minutes of thrusting, she could tell Mr. Russo was about to erupt when she heard his breathing begin to catch. She felt him pick up the pace… then slam his rigid pole into her pussy as far as it would go… spewing rope after rope of spunk into her warm, wet cunt.

Annette had rested her head on the top of the desk, as Mr. Russo continued to rock his hips and mutter something in Italian that she didn’t understand… sliding his stiff boner in and out of her vagina… and enjoying the remnants of his fading climax.

After his nutsack was finally empty, Mr. Russo took a step backward… pulling his softening cock out of Annette’s pussy with a ‘plop’. He used a tissue from the box on his desk to wipe off his slimy shaft, then shoved his spent dick into his pants and pulled up the zipper.

As he finished adjusting his pants and tucking in his shirt, he said in his heavily-accented English, “I hate to say this, Nettie… but I have to let you go.”

Still bent over the desk, Annette’s eyebrows popped up in surprise. She pushed herself upright and spun around… her heavy boobs bouncing around outside her unzipped uniform… as she turned to face him… her panties still twisted around her knees… and her boss’ cum trickling down the inside of her thighs.

“What the fuck, Mr. Russo… Let me go?… like, fire me?”

With a deep sigh, he replied, “I can’t help it, Nettie… you’re a terrible waitress… you’re never on time, you break things, and I get more customer complaints about you than all my other waitresses combined.”

Still aghast, Annette shrieked, “B-but… you agreed to give me more hours… that’s why I’m standing here with your cum dripping out of my pussy, for fuck’s sake.”

Shaking his head slowly from side to side, Mr. Russo responded, “Well, to be honest, I only kept you on my payroll this long because you’re beautiful… I mean, really beautiful… and, frankly, because you let me fuck you every week.”

He reached out and squeezed one of her swaying boobs… jiggling around between them as she waved her arms and raged about the injustice of it all. With a resigned sigh, he added, “Damn, I’m going to miss the hell out of these tette.”

Annette angrily slapped his hand off her breast… zipped up her uniform… used a tissue from the box on the desk to wipe between her legs… then pulled up her panties and stormed out of the restaurant… seething and swearing, as she made her way to her ten year old Buick sitting alone in the dark parking lot out front.

She was furious… not because she’d lost her shitty job… she hated that job… but because Mr. Russo had the nerve to fuck her one last time before firing her. That just didn’t seem right.

Grumbling to herself, she unlocked her car door as the enormity of getting fired settled heavily on her shoulders. Unfortunately, she knew from experience that there weren’t that many jobs around for someone with her limited skills… and, if her waitress gig had proven anything… it had showed her that any job she was likely able to get, she probably wouldn’t be very good at.

As she drove home to her sister’s house, lamenting the fact that she was still no closer to getting her own place, Annette reflected on the past several years, and how she’d ended up in this shitty predicament… she had to admit, she’d made some mistakes along the way.

Annette had always been told she was very pretty, even when she was much younger. By the time she’d entered high school, she’d pretty well grown into her good looks… and, as her breasts developed and filled out her sweaters… she’d eagerly grown into her popularity with her classmates… especially the guys… and she’d reveled in it.

Being beautiful… with strawberry blonde hair, light green eyes, and a curvy shape… including pendulous, 35DD boobs by her junior year… had afforded her a lot of attention and easy answers, without really having to try very hard.

So, rather than spending any time on her studies, Annette had spent most of her junior and senior years skipping school, partying, and getting fucked by more guys than she could count… including a couple of teachers, when she needed better grades in order to graduate in her final year of school.

After high school, she was anxious to move out on her own… but found herself sleeping on her older sister’s couch on the north side of Houston, while she tried to figure things out. It wasn’t a great set up… but at least she wasn’t living in the same house as her stodgy, overbearing parents anymore.

Her sister’s husband resisted the idea at first… after all, it was a small, starter home with barely enough space for the two of them… but he eventually agreed… after Annette gave him a blowjob one day while her sister was out shopping for groceries. He decided she could sleep on their sofa until she could afford her own place… as long as she would suck his cock, or let him fuck her, any time his wife was working late or running errands.

That arrangement had been working out okay for the past year, or so, but was starting to get old… plus, Annette was worried that her sister might be getting suspicious. She knew she couldn’t afford it yet, but she really wanted to move out on her own… if she could ever get enough money.

At the time, it had seemed like a good plan to let Mr. Russo screw her once a week in order to get more shifts at the restaurant… but, as the Toscana Bistro grew smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror, she had to acknowledge that it hadn’t quite worked out as well as she had hoped.

Still… she thought to herself… what choice did she have?

About half-way home, she was playing back in her mind what Mr. Russo had said after he’d finished fucking her… about how pretty she was, and how much he liked her tits… when an idea began to form in her head. She started remembering how people had always made a big deal about her natural beauty and physical assets… and thought to herself that maybe there was a way to take advantage of that.

By the time she reached her sister’s place, she’d decided to spend the next day checking out local talent agencies to see if she could find someone to represent her, and possibly get into some type of modeling: lifestyle magazines, local ads and business catalogs, trade shows, grand openings, art gallery showings, car expos… there had to be something where her beauty and body could actually pay off.

The following morning, she looked up modeling agencies online… and, with no idea how to decide which one to choose… she just picked the one that was closest to her sister’s place. She quickly showered… and pulled out her sexiest dress from the tiny bit of closet space her sister was letting her use.

It was a lycra, form-fitting, mini-cocktail dress… sort of a muted turquoise color, which perfectly highlighted her blonde hair and green eyes. It was extremely low-cut in front… and backless… with thin, spaghetti straps over her shoulders… so, she couldn’t wear a bra. With a wry grin, she acknowledged that this dress would emphasize her round, ample breasts and tight ass. Then she slipped on four-inch heels to accentuate her shapely legs.

With a silent nod of approval at her reflection in the mirror, she figured that… if whoever she was about to meet with at the modeling agency happened to like boobs, butts, or legs… she was in.

When she arrived at the agency’s office, she could see that it was a boutique operation… basically, a small studio set-up, with a secretary answering phones in a reception area, and a middle-aged guy sitting behind a desk in his office through a door to her left.

The secretary took Annette into the agent’s office, then returned to her place out front… closing the office door behind her, as Annette settled into a comfortable leather chair positioned directly in front of the agent’s desk.

He stood up and came around the desk… extending his arm for a handshake. He introduced himself as James Crandall… owner of the ‘Entourage Modeling and Talent Agency’… adding that she could just call him “Jim”, as he leaned his butt onto the edge of the desk directly in front of her.

Annette grinned as she noticed that Jim’s eyes kept drifting down to her décolletage and quivering tits… she was pretty sure he’d moved around to the front of his desk so he could look down the top of her dress as they talked. Smiling, she thought to herself that perhaps that was a good sign… maybe there was reason to be optimistic.

As they talked about her interests and experience, Jim’s eyes continued to dart from her face to her boobs, and back again… sometimes lingering for quite a while on her exposed cleavage, before shifting his eyes back up to hers. Annette noticed that he’d then inadvertently adjust the lump between his legs as they continued to chat. She knew that her nipples were making noticeable bumps in the thin material of her cocktail dress, and it was pretty obvious that Jim had noticed, too.

After about fifteen minutes of discussion, Jim asked, “Well, Annette… you’re obviously very attractive… you’d fit in nicely with the team of models we currently represent… do you have any head shots… or maybe a portfolio I can take a look at?”

Annette leaned forward, giving Jim a chance to look even further down the top of her dress… then answered, “I don’t… but, honestly Mr. Crandall… I don’t have the money for either. Is there any way around that?”

With his eyes locked onto her bare flesh, which… in her forward position… allowed him to see her corpulent breasts all the way down to her nipples, the agent said, “You can call me ‘Jim’, Annette”, then he hesitated a bit… adjusted his crotch again… and added, “W-well… I… uh… s-sure… I guess I can go ahead and be your agent… on a trial basis, for starters.”

Annette gave him her brightest, most captivating smile, and bounced in her chair a little so Jim could watch her tits wobble, and said, “That’s fantastic, Mr. Crandall… I mean ‘Jim’… do you have anything for me right now? I really need some work.”

Jim reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Annette’s jiggling chest, and moved back behind his desk… sat down and hit a few keys on his keyboard. A calendar for the current month popped up, and looking it over, he remarked, “Hmmm… no, nothing immediately… I mean, there are several events going on this month, but I’ve already maxed out the call-up requests for those.”

Feeling a bit frantic… but encouraged by Jim’s obvious interest in her tits… Annette stood up, and walked around his desk so she could see what he was looking at on his computer screen.

Jim’s eyes tracked her shapely legs and swaying boobs, as she moved in behind him. She stood a bit to the side, and leaned over his back… rubbing one soft, ample breast against the back of his neck, while resting the other one on his shoulder. Jim definitely noticed… glancing to his right to check out the pillowy tit sitting right next to his cheek… the fleshy orb trying desperately to escape the tenuous confines of her low-cut top… as he unconsciously used one of his hands to adjust his stiffening cock through his pants… again.

The way Annette was leaning against him, the boob resting on his shoulder was bulging over the top of her dress so much that he could see part of her exposed areola… and he couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from it… as Annette studied the event calendar on his computer.

She leaned farther forward… placing one hand on his thigh… very near to his growing dick… while using her other hand to point at the monitor… and squashing her tits even harder against his neck and shoulder.

“Well, what’s this, Jim? It looks like there’s an ‘RV, Beach and Boat Expo’ at the convention center in downtown Houston this weekend… that’d be perfect for me!”

As she used one hand to point to that weekend’s trade show on Jim’s computer screen, Annette moved her other hand so that it was resting right on top of the obvious bulge in his slacks… she began gently squeezing it… then ran her fingers up and down the tented outline in his pants… stopping occasionally to caress the growing lump between his legs.

Stuttering a bit, Jim tried to remain focused, and said, “W-well… uh… yeah, the convention center always has trade shows and expos… almost every weekend… b-but they have a standing call-back list, which fills most of the modeling slots.” He moaned softly in response to Annette massaging his crotch, then continued, “They get the rest of the models they need from all the agencies in the Houston area, and I’ve already assigned all the girls they requested from my agency.”

Still pressing her breasts heavily against his back and shoulders, Annette casually unzipped his pants…