Like, Duh! (Preview)

Like, Duh!
Written by JulieYBM (Namaikina Imouto)

	Candace had always preferred the pepperoni from Pizza Mutt. It was that pepperoni where they flipped up into little cups upon baking. The raven-haired woman gingerly picked from her slice of pie one of such pepperonis and dropped it into her mouth against the backdrop of a dozen kids running around to ask their parents for arcade money. Stark across from Candace was her ever-chatty co-worker, Rachael. Truth be told, Rach—a childhood friend of Candace’s—was a bimbo, confirmed most definitively when her fat titties had fastidiously fattened sometime in high school.  Friends since some single-digit age, Candace had essentially put up with her threateningly thick friend for years, enduring her increasingly revealing but never decreasingly gaudy fashion sense.
	“So, like, Marky from IT was totes lookin’ down by shirt again when I was asking him about fixing my paddy-waddy thingy earlier!” Rachael’s penchant for nicknames often made it difficult to tell how in the Hell she was half-way decent at her secretary job. Excitedly waving her arms around, pizza in hand, Candace could only wonder if the bimbo was going to send her slice flying onto some lucky dad’s lap. She’d seen it before, after all. “Yeah so,” Rachael added between bites, “I think he’s been workin’ out lately ‘cause like he’s such a stud an—” a drip of sauce tore past the barricades that were her teeth and lips and spilled onto her bulging, fully presented bust.
	Candace sighed. Grabbing a napkin—a cheap, thin thing sold to restaurants that served the lowest common denominator—Candace nabbed and wiped at the sauce. “Watch what you’re doing, Rach,” taking care to not get any red sauce on her white dress shirt, Candace folded the thin napkin over to  do a second sweep, “Keep talking while you eat and you’re going to bite your tongue off!” ‘Well, at least it’d shut her up,’ Candace let herself think.