First off Halloween was aiight. My favorite disproportionately endowed bartender showed up in a tasteful sarong that covered up most of her curves, nothing like the low cut "69" T-shirt she wore on memorial day's event, in that outfit, you could almost hear kettle drums on the soundtrack as she crossed the dancefloor. Our hostess on the otherhand, being a slave to the trash and glam scene didn't need to stretch to dress for the occasion, she merely yanked her corset to the
16" inch waist setting accentuating and pushing up and out her 42-D enhanced bosom. Take into consideration the above on the six foot frame of a nineteen year old almond complected amazon and you have the formula for a raging hard on
Alright, the perfect rack. And once again my knack for having a bad day at work validated by a huge pair of tits came through.
Remember my summer 1999 run in with the middle aged 44FF former exotic dancer/fire eater Morganna lookalike? How about later the same season the 44DD high school junior from Hillsborough CA. Thursday the first I'm on like hour 3 of 8 at the register. My Spidey sense tingles as an odd demure dyed redhead, Face plain as brown M&M's. Slender figure, medium hight sporting a black skirt and shoes and a dangerously lowcut burgundy blouse (the clour of which mathed her hair perfectly) from which ballooned a cartoonishly buoyant all natural 34-DD rack, supported by a black demi-bra that was barely visible at the edges of her ill advised blouse. I scrambled to strike up conversation to no avail. She picked up a few things without trying them on
and bellied-er-busted up to the register her perfect alabaster 8" balloons swelling halfway out her top and smashing against my counter. She paid by credit card a huge plus in these situations in that there is the possibility of a violent signature which she signed with. Glossary:Violent signature: a signature with accented peaks and valleys so that the signer especially an over endowed signer jiggles, shimmys and shudders and bounced in the course of signing. This girl shuddered and shimmied in a performance that put the "Moral Majority" T-shirt in Airplane 2 to shame. Then she left. 
Friday was even my fucking day off. I was supposed to pick up my check and be on my merry way. My dutiful dumb ass however stayed as we were short handed. Some days, the sheer number of ass that enters the store is almost scary and the store takes on the appearance of the Playboy mansion (sans grotto). Patrons are eerily in the same league as the bunnies perfect 10's in every sense except ours (BEArchive members). The similarity is the same right down to the guaranteed appearance of select Voluptuous Vixens. Thursdays sighting was Petra. Friday's was somewhere between Shae Marks and Pandora Peaks you know her better as the Patriotic TubeTop buster of 2 weeks ago. Yes Blimptits made a return visit, I imagine her tops don't hold up that well, she was back for more. This time I took a good side view of her and noticed what a fucking brick house she truly is. She was busting out of a gold lame blouse and laid her juggs on top of the counter as she made a decision. This time she was accompanied by a whiny friend that killed th conversation I did find out where she drinks though, Wish me luck!