"Boobs that can crush a car, sorta"

"Boobs that can crush a car” Lexi heard, “sorta." The voice sounded confused.

Lexi looks down at her own massive breast and then looks around to who could have said that. There wasn’t another female who had large knockers in site.

“Sorta? Like Kind of? Like it depends.” The voice continued. Lexi left her desk and started waddling past the stacks looking for the voice. “Depends on what? Well, the car I guess. Obviously not a heavy metal car, but some of the others that are designed to crush instead of damaging the passenger.”

Lexi frowned at the teenager trying to figure out if he was the one talking about the breast. When the voice continued she realized it wasn’t him and moved on. “Look it’s not like I can walk up to her and ask Hello sweet goddess, would you like to star in a movie, your boobs will be crush… I have to go…”

It was the slim man who brought her her packages. His face was slowly flushing as he closed the phone and put it in his back pocket. “Um. Hello.” He chuckled nervously. “How much did you hear?

“Sorta.”

“Look, I want to start off as this wasn’t my idea” He held up his hands in a defensive manner.

#Lexi