While holding Jason firmly in hand, the towering Rebecca would make her way towards the dining area of the building. Jason would fear as they walked past the overly,crowded restaurant, the sounds of sweaty buttcheeks squeaking against the leathery cushions, as well as constant barrages of greasy farts exploading around him.
Fear struck his heart as they approached an empty booth, completely caked with shitstains as the brown slude had managed to even reachcthe very top of the back.
"H--how the hell are they sitting for it to go that high!?" Jason questioned. Cometely puzzled with how some women have absolutely no dignity to do that,in a,public area, although he was somewhat used to it by now.
"Aaand this, is one of our VIP booths. Where people have to make a reservation. We usually save these to our most 'troublesome' guests, as you can see." Rebecca let out a giggle as she admired the thick, swampy layer of shit on the seat of the booth.
"So obviously this is your highest priority, but nobody has complained about it yet, I guess they're just happy to have somewhere to gorge themselves with our delicious meals." She added, almost sounding like a cheap advertisement.
She rolled Jason between her thumb and middle finger. Putting some slight pressure before she'd carelessly flick him towards the booth. He'd let out a,loud squeal of suprise as he found himself soaring towards the disgusting booth. With a loid 'splotch' ", he'd realize that he apparently face-planted the brown swamp and slid along it for a good while until he was burried underneath the thick layer.
"Silly Jason, there's enough time to play around on your free-time. But you're here to clean." She paused and looked at him "Although if that's how you prefer to do it..." Rebecca added as she stared.
Apparently Jason's mouth was open while he skid through the disgusting sludge of butt juices, as his mouth was completely forced open by whatever he managed to catch.
He screamed and flailed, tears rolling down his face as he could taste the disgusting mixture. He'd quickly spit it out, gasping and coughing as he tried not to vomit.
"Ah, quit yer fuzzin'" Rebecca said, trying to hold back a laughter.
"Normally you'd be cleaning the bathroom instead, but it's busted, which is probably why the booths look the way theycdo."
Rebecca would swirl around, her fleshy behing having issues to catch up wjth the momentum as it'd quickly wobble and clap together.
"Anyway, I gotta get back to work now, it's almost lunchtime, and I have to prepare. She'd look at Jason over her shoulder and playfully wiggle her index finger. "You'd better hurry~"
And with that, she was gone. Back into the kitchen to talk with Nina no dought.
Jason sighed as he stood upojln the, mound of swampy diarrhea, questioning how he'd manage to clean this. He'd look over his shoulder at the towering backrest of the booth, which was just as soiled as the seat.
But unbeknownst to him, the customer/s who had reserved the booth were already in the building.
Big Bootied Friends.
A group of 3 girls in their early twenties were at the desk. A well-built african american woman seemed to be leading the group, clad in a pair of absurdly tight spandex pants and a white Tshirt. The words "Twerk Champion 2017" would be printed on the back, although the text had been completely devoured by her mammoth buttcrack, as her absolutely humongous behind stuck out like overgrown water melons, to the point where she had to keep one hand behind her back to hold her pants to prevent them from sliding off completely.
The other girl, a petite looking white girl with blonde hair, was dressed in a grey sports bra and matching short-shorts, her generous futa-bulge stretching and straining the fabric, as most of her girthy cock could be seen through the stretched leg-holes. Which also wedved the back far inbetween her pudgy buttcheeks.
The third girl was a pear shaped hispanic with a gigantic bubble rump that rivaled the black woman's. Clad in only a tiny thong and white tank-top. A clear shitstain in the shape of an explosion would be seen coating most of her cheeks. Apparently unaware to the latina.
They had just recieved their trays and were moving towards the empty booth.
Asian Rump.
A curvaceous asian woman just exited the bathroom, muttering something to herself. She apparently missed the sign on the door stating that the toilet was out of order. With a fresh stream of liquid diarrhea running down her legs, she'd reach down and remove the now completely destroyed underwear she was wearing. Throwing it into the corner with a loud 'splotch' as it was completely submerged in her chunky booty juices. She'd immediately grab her tray of food as she made her way towards the booth, completely naked fom the waist down.
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