"Tina?" Chenelle calls. The new girl turns on a dime.
"Yes M...uh...Yes Chenny?" she responds tripping over her tongue.
"Can you help me out and bring our dear manager over here? I need to get things set up and can use his...ah...input," she says with a smile.
You have a bad feeling about this, but you don't protest as Tina gently lifts you up in her palm and walks you over to Chenelle's station.
"Here you go!" she says chipperly.
"Thank you dear," Chenelle responds as Tina walks away. Her expression and tone remain positive as she turns her attention to you.
"Well good morning again sir," she says in mock respect. "As you know, my regulars keep me booked from open to close, and as you noted, I'm running just a bit late this morning. I could really use your help in setting up my station," she asks with a smile.
At your size, you're not really equipped to deal with the massive (to you) tools your stylists use, but you want to try to form a united front with Chenelle and at least appear to be supportive, so you force a smile on your face.
"Of course Chenelle, what do you need me to do?" you ask.
Chenelle sighs in exasperation. "Every night the cleaners come in and leave my chair a mess. The arms and head rest and seat are never calibrated like I left it. Can you be a dear and readjust the settings for me while I set up my tools?" she asks with a smile.
A shiver of worry runs down your spine, but you nod and Chenelle gently sets you in the center of the salon chair. You're immediately distracted by the sight of her massive backside jiggling as she moves side to side making sure her scissors, sheers, and coloring tools are all in place, but you shake yourself out of it and try to see what you can do. To no surprise, you can't even reach the levers that control the settings of the chair. You turn to inform your stylist, but before you can, she starts talking.
Chenelle lets out an exasperated sigh.
"You can't even do that huh? Well I'm all set up here, I guess I'll do your job too huh?" she complains quietly enough that Tina - occupied with her own station - can't hear her.
Before you can call for help, Chenelle lifts up her short skirt so you can see her bare chocolate flesh. Somewhere in the center you lose sight of a bright orange thong buried deep in her ass. You know what's coming and open your mouth to scream to Tina for help, but before you can....
SQUISH!
Chenelle's massive ass makes contact with the leather chair, flattening your small body instantly. She smirks as she feels you squash beneath her and she shifts from side to side, quickly making the adjustments on her chair and hopping back to her feet, quickly pulling her skirt down into place. When she looks at the chair, she smiles because...
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