After having more than a few 'appreciative' gropes of his mount's huge tits, Lionel picked up the phone and dialed a number he had memorized. It was a few moments before someone picked up at the other end.
"Hey Jack, it's Lionel, get your pants on and get your ass over to Wilko ASAP." Liz said over the phone in a deep voice. "Yeah the store dumbass, on the edge of the town center," she continued, sitting forward for a moment and feeling her breasts shift, "and bring the boys with you, we're gonna have a little fun. Come to the back entrance and I'll let you in. What... ? Oh don't worry about that, I hopped the bitch who's in charge until later." Liz chuckled, wrapping the phone wire around her finger. "Alright, see you in a bit mate." Liz then hung up on 'Jack'.
"Gonna be a good night tonight." Liz then grinned again, relaxing back in Elizbeth's chair, rubbing her pussy through her trousers. And then inevitably, her hands went back up to her impressive chest, squeezing her 'melons'. "Might as well have a closer inspection of the goods while I'm waiting." she mumbled, quickly whipping off her shirt and throwing it on the floor. "Now that's a rack!" she smirked, gazing down at her cleavage.
A few minutes later Liz's bra was also on the floor, and she was lifting her own breasts one at a time, sucking her nipples. Oh god... her pussy's ready to explode, better reign it in a bit." Liz said to herself, letting her tits hang loose again. Glancing at her watch, she realized that Jack and the others would be around soon. She reluctantly put her bra and shirt back on and exited Elizabeth's office.
Walking down the hallway, Liz practically bumped into Liam. "Oh, er... Liz, I'm j... just going to the toilet." he stammered.
"I don't care alright. Just wank yourself off then get back to work, okay?" Liz responded harshly, surprising Liam.
Liz then headed downstairs, but instead of checking on the staff like the normal Liz would, the depraved hopper inside her went straight to the back entrance of the store and opened the shutter.
Liz just paced back and forth, hands on hips, inspecting her "love handles". "Hmm, could stand to lose a few pounds love." she told herself. "Let's see if I can't burn 'em off for you." she smirked. again. Just then Liz looked up when she heard footsteps approaching.
"Woah dude, nice tits!!" Jack complimented 'Liz'. Of course Jack could see Lionel's scarred face atop Liz's feminine form.
"They feel better than they look." Lionel replied in Liz's voice, manhandling his mount's tits in front of Jack.
Jack was similar in appearance to Lionel, regarding height, age etc. But Jack had a buzzcut and from the staining on his teeth he was an obvious smoker. He'd also served time in prison when he was younger, like Lionel. Jack was also Irish, having been born in Belfast, but having lived in England most of his life, he only had a moderate Irish accent. "So, why we here?" he asked his friend.
"First off, where the fuck are the others?" Liz asked Jack.
"They're coming." Jack answered, glancing behind him as more voices and footsteps were heard.
Three more men walked into view, and like Lionel and Jack, all of them were bodyhoppers eager for some fun.
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