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Another patron story of Drake's pursuit of becoming a gold member at Pizza Thot. What's that mean? I dunno, but he'll have to pull some favors to get there, and that means being a practice dummy for some of the girls.

Drake found himself obsessing over Pizza Thot. He was browsing the app whenever he got horny, and constantly thinking and saving for his next visit kept getting him horny. He kept checking on his status as a potential Gold Member. He was well on his way, if still a couple visits short. He seemed to leave a good impression the few times he went over. He was always sure to be respectful and appreciative, trusting the girls to do as they pleased and loving all of it.

He had saved up for another 2-girl night, and when he saw that they had both Tips and Boss available on the same night, he snatched up the spot as fast as he could. The two ladies were among the most popular servers at The Thot, so having both in one night had to be something special. He’d reserved his spot and was surprised when he got a ping later that evening. It was a private message, and it was from Boss herself. Her moody little emoji gave it away.

“Hey, you! I got an offer for ya. Would you mind if we took the lead on this one? I’ve kind of got something planned and we could cut you a discount.”

Drake had been expecting to do that anyway. The girls had plenty of experience pleasing customers and he had enjoyed every visit.

“Not a problem,” he replied casually.

“Thanks! I just wanted to show Tips what a gold medalist can do.”

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Left with that strange line dangling over him, Drake went in for his scheduled visit. They showed him up to the third floor and the same private room he’d been to last time. A secluded and largely sound-proofed booth with a large bed and a couple chairs for him to wait on. As sure as he was that they would end up on the bed, Drake sat patiently on the chair in case the ladies had something else in mind.

“Hey HEY! Who’s ready to party!?” Tips announced as she threw open the door to his room.

“Tips, I swear if you break another one of these doors!” Boss snapped as she followed her in.

The two were practically the poster girls for Pizza Thot, if just about all of the veterans of the place weren’t on some manner of poster or social media ad already. Tips was everything that kept customers coming back to the fetish restaurant; an enthusiastic atmosphere, big personalities and even bigger curves, each with a unique feel about them. Tips was tall with bushy dark hair done up in twintails. She had a constant grin full of sharp teeth and a retainer that had replaced her once famous braces. Her hips and thighs were big enough that her booty was visible from the front. A huge pair of tits bounced around in her bikini, a red and black number that clearly had the colors designed to match the usual Pizza Thot uniforms.

Boss was very different from her in both looks and energy. She was a short, brown-haired woman with her hair up in buns. She tended to wear a nicer outfit to show her status as the manager and owner of the restaurant, but she was in the same bikini as Tips. Hers was much smaller, of course. Boss looked like she was half of Tips’ height, and had learned to give her a respectable distance so that the brunette’s uncontrollable hooters didn’t smack her in the face. She was very small-chested, especially when you put her next to Tips for comparison, but she was still curvy around her thick ass and thighs for a distinct pear-shape.

“Nice to see you two again,” Drake greeted.

“So what did you have in mind?”

Tips gave him a blank smile until Boss stepped in.

“I made him an offer too good to pass up. I wanted to make sure you got in some practice with the Sexlympics coming up.”

“Oh wow! I don’t know what that is but I like the sounds of that! GAHAHA!”

It certainly sounded new to Drake as well, but he had only learned about Pizza Thot a few weeks ago. Boss nodded knowingly as she folded her arms across her tiny chest.

“Of course you wouldn’t. It’s every few years, and we entered when Chad and I had barely started the restaurant. It was before your time, but it was a hell of a jumpstart for us. I won the gold in twerking and the Nut-athon. Which is basically what you imagine: getting a bunch of dudes off as fast as possible.”

Tips’ eyes lit up at the thought. From what Drake had gathered about the horny brunette, banging a bunch of guys in a row sounded right up her alley.

“That’s about the reaction I expected,” Boss said, looking nonplussed.

“It’s why I got our boy Drake here to run you through a few practice drills to get a feel for it.”

Drake wasn’t sure what that entailed, but helping someone try out for the sexlympics didn’t sound so bad.

“I’d be glad to help,” he offered.

“Perfect. Now whip it out and let’s get to work.”

“Heck, this sounds like the funnest work I’ve had in ages!” Tips chimed in.

She flung her bikini top off, sending it flying halfway across the room. She started to skip towards Drake when Boss smacked her big freckled butt.

“That’s your first problem! You’re in too much of a hurry,” the shorter woman scolded.

Boss stepped between Tips and Drake, leaving her wide booty aimed directly towards their guest.

“Those judges are gonna have a little more taste than your average customer (no offense). Like most sports, it all starts with your approach.”

Boss gave a subtle shake of her hips, making her cheeks start to wobble side to side. It was so hypnotic that it took Drake a moment to realize he was staring. His eyes followed it even as she turned back around to smirk at him, striding with even further shaking still visible from the front. She raised a leg much higher than Drake would have expected, showing some real flexibility as she planted her foot against the back of his chair. Her leg was practically vertical as she focused her intense gaze on his face. She had a point: Drake’s dick was fully hard before she’d laid a hand on him.

“See that? Stiff as a breeze just like that? Saves you the trouble of warming them up and using up your stamina,” Boss expertly explained Drake’s cock.

“I see. I see,” Tips said, nodding enthusiastically.

She was jotting down something on a small notepad. Despite how little she was wearing, there were plenty of crevices Drake could have imagined her stashing it. Boss turned around and sat down, planting her firm pillow of an ass in Drake’s lap. She wiggled her hips, pretending to settle in while really just nestling their guest’s bulge between her cheeks.

“I don’t have to tell you that you’d be great in the speed events. I think you’re perfect for the Nut-athon in particular. Remember it’s about their pleasure first but they tend to love it when you’re havin’ fun too.”

Boss went on giving Tips… well, tips as she shifted her weight in Drake’s lap. It made her plump butt rub and bob her ass against his dick, steadily edging him along. He had gotten so erect it was almost painful, but he wouldn’t have imagined asking her to stop. Precum had oozed out of the tip until it was creating a small dark patch on the front of his pants. She was edging him like a pro, and it was hard to imagine it wasn’t on purpose.

“So your goal’s to get him to cum as many times as you can in 5 minutes,” Boss explained.

She hopped off Drake’s lap and pulled his pants down with her. He hadn’t even noticed her undoing his fly while she warmed him up. It left his leaking erection bobbing gently in the air as Boss gave an indicative wave in its direction. She glanced at the small mounted clock.

“Startinnnng now.”

Boss stepped aside, and between her prompt and the sight of Drake’s dick, Tips leapt into action.  Her bare flopping tits pranced around her chest before the towering brunette dropped to her knees. Her breasts slapped down into his lap, letting their soft and heavy shapes bump into and mold around his erection. Drake flinched, initially from the shocking impact but swiftly after from the intense urge to cum. After Boss’ slow buildup, Tip’s titty drop had all the subtlety of a speeding truck.

“GAHA! Gotcha!” Tips cackled gleefully.

Her boobs were more than enough to trap his dick beneath and then between them. The busty brunette folded her arms up in what looked like a giddy expression, but it served to squeeze her already heavy jugs closer together. Their natural and almost constant jiggling rubbed him off from all sides while the squashing made her inverted nipples pucker up towards Drake.

He started thrusting back and quickly peaked, spurting his creamy cum across her pasty tits. Drake let out a long and satisfied sigh.

“Oh wow… that was the…”

“No time for breaks, Tips! Marathon sport, remember? Keep it going,” Boss coached her along briskly.

“Fuck ‘em silly! Got it, Boss!” Tips remarked.

She pounced on top of Drake before he’d fully recovered from his first orgasm. He was still in his chair and tipped over backward, but the ditzy waitress lashed her arms around the back of his neck in a surprisingly graceful gesture. She caught him before he could truly fall, tilting him back gently until he was flat on his back. His legs remained hooked on the toppled chair, and his heart skipped a beat as Tips came down on him. She landed in a near perfect amazon position, mounting his dick as she practically sat between his legs. Her hips guided his cock upward and right into her pussy, letting gravity grind her clit over its length. His fresh cum smeared around inside her as Tips purred with delight. Her eyes rolled like she may have forgotten any notion of the competition.

“Nice! The judges love a little style thrown in there,” Boss advised quite casually.

She’d clearly seen Tips pull the same stunt before, showing no concern for Drake’s safety after the fall. She was more concerned with Tips’ technique, which Drake was all too aware of. Her thick hips bounced and rolled side to side, shaking her curves to keep her swaying tits clapping lightly above his face.  Tips leaned over them to grin and giggle.

“Still with me, bud?!” she cooed, dipping herself down further to kiss him on the lips.

Tips’ mouth was as wet as her pussy; both were drooling all over Drake as she ground up against him. Her breasts squashed out against his chest and her long, strong legs pumped her thick hips firmly against him. Drake wasn’t always one to keep going like this but Tips’ wet, soft body had a way of bringing the most out of people. Drake’s cock kept hard as her snug pussy kept sq ueezing around it, humping hard enough to make her tits bob repeatedly against his upper body. The wet squishing only grew wetter as another minute of this and Drake came inside her, adding his cum to her excessive juices.

“Good, good. Mix it up,” Boss coached her along.

“Swap it up. Keep it fresh. Don’t tire yourself out or leave ‘em bored.”

It wasn’t especially clear if Tips heard her, going by her expression, but she swapped it up anyway. She slid off Drake’s cock with a wet slurping sound of her pussy releasing his manhood. She turned and sat down, planting her ass firmly on his face as her sloppy pussy splatted against his chest. Her freckled cheeks swallowed up his mouth and nose while Tips swallowed up his cock. The warm, wet embrace was enough to make Drake forget she had a mouth full of fangs and metal.

“Good. Go. C’mon. 30 seconds on the clock,” Boss encouraged her.

Drake couldn’t tell if time had flown past him in the sexual blur or if she was picking up the pace as part of her training. Tips took it seriously either way, picking up her pace. Her pigtails swayed behind her like comet tails as she blew his cock, sucking noisily to get any remaining cum. Her tongue traced serpentine circles around his shaft while she tucked his cockhead into the back of her throat, taking it deeper with every thrust.

Drake wasn’t at the best angle to hump into her, left completely at her mercy, but he was at least able to run his tongue beneath her. He licked between her slit and asshole, stroking appreciatively as if he was cheering her on in her efforts. Tips let out a long, pleased whine as she somehow kept sucking harder and deeper, milking him for all he had.

Drake was stunned as he nutted in her not just once, but quickly followed it up with a fourth a few seconds after. It felt like Tips had found a way to suck the cum straight from his balls, nursing firmly and wetly all the while. She seemed ready to keep going until Boss intervened.

“Okay, looks like you got it. Four in that quick a time… even better than I expected,” the compact manager admitted.

“Ah shucks! Must be a natural!” Tips chimed proudly.

Even as her words slurred a bit from her mouth and throat full of cum.

“Yea, must be. No matter what people might say from lookin’ at ya,” Boss jabbed, making a light backhand slap across one of Tips’ tits.

“How about you, dude? How you doing down there?”

Drake let out a high-pitched sigh, fumbling over a few failed attempts at words.

“Ohh yea. This’ a real timeout situation. Wanna get us some water, Tips?”

The taller girl saluted and pranced right off.

“And try not to leak his jizz all over th… she’s gone,” Boss sighed, rolling her eyes.

She focused a calm gaze down at Drake. She gave him a small nudge, letting him flop fully onto the floor rather than his awkward, bent over backward position on the chair.

“Thanks for that. Though I doubt you’re about to complain either. She’s a lot to handle, but she’s good at what she does. Still, you’re doin’ us a solid.”

Tips came back with some water bottles and passed one off to Drake. He guzzled down half of it in one go.

“I wanted to ask…” he panted out.

“Does this count towards my gold status thing?”

Boss raised a curious eyebrow.

“Oh you’re tryin’ for that? Lemme see your phone.”

Drake dragged himself up to lean on the bed. He found his pants and his phone shortly after, unlocking and passing it off to the manager. Boss flicked through a few things before she punched a few unseen keys.

“A favor’s a favor. How’s that look?”

Drake’s eyes went wide as he saw his updated Thot Bubble profile. A gold lining sparkled around several of the windows, with a small tab reading “Gold Status unlocked!” in celebratory font. He couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

“Welcome to the club, big man,” Boss grunted as she stretched out casually.

“Hope you like fuckin’~!” Tips chimed.

“I’m telling you, that slogan needs work,” Boss scoffed.