September had been working as a personal trainer for the local gym, until her gym got bought out by a national chain, “Get Physical!”
The chain had strict rules for employees:
(1) Employees were not to wear clothes other than the official uniform to work;
(2) Employees were to be smiling and cheerful at all times in front of clients;
(3) The customer was always right.
September immediately encountered problems when she visited the chain’s clothing store to buy her uniform. They didn’t sell any bras larger than a D cup, let alone the J cups that September needed. “If they don’t fit, lose weight, honey,” said the sales clerk, unsympathetic to September’s claims that she wasn’t overweight, just naturally big-titted.
The shirts didn’t fit either – they were far too tight across the bust, but she bought one anyway. The skirts and leggings didn’t fit her hips, but she found some tight sports panties that would fit her.
She enquired with the gym manager about her problem. “Sorry, September,” he told her. “The policy is strict. No clothes but the uniform.”
“Then I can’t work,” protested September.
“You have to,” said the manager. “You have a three-year contract. If you break it, they’ll repossess your house.”
In the end September did the only thing she could do – she turned up to her first training session of the day wearing the panties, the shirt – with the front pulled down to free her massive tits – and nothing else.
The man she was training was appreciative. He spent the session staring at her tits as she blushed, but he worked extra hard, and tipped her at the end. The second man was likewise entranced, and also tipped her. He also kissed her on the lips after his workout, before she could protest, and she felt his hard cock press against her belly through his pants.
Her third client raped her. She was lying on the bench press bench, about to demonstrate the equipment, when he took out his erect cock. She tried to sit up, alarmed, but he put a hand on her throat and pushed her back down, before pushing aside the crotch of her panties, sliding his cock into her, and proceeding to fuck her until he had cum inside her pussy.
She cried through it, and afterwards yelled at him to get out. When he was gone, she took time to shower, then went and told her manager.
“The last client raped me,” she sobbed.
“Yes, I know,” said the manager. “He was a mystery shopper, sent by the chain to test your compliance with policy. He was impressed that you were complying with the uniform policy, but you were marked down heavily for not smiling at all times, and for resisting the customer.”
“But he *raped* me!” September protested.
“You’re at work with your tits out,” said her manager. “What did you expect? The chain knows that some of the prettier girls like to get frisky with the clients for a big tip. They’ve licensed the whole place as a brothel, just in case, and we let clients know at induction that if a worker comes onto them, they’re welcome to achieve full satisfaction as long as they pay their extra on the way out.”
“I’m not a prostitute!” wailed September.
“Then don’t dress like one,” said the manager.
But of course she couldn’t. And she couldn’t quit. And once word got out that you could fuck her, more and more of her clients chose to do so. Soon she became accustomed to most of her sessions ending with the client raping her pussy and ejaculating inside her. It became normal to suck a client’s cock as he operated a standing workstation. She even resigned herself to the client who liked to train for boxing by using her tits as punching bags. And through it all, as per the company policy, she learned to smile…
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September is a personal trainer - but the gym's new rules present a challenge for her buxom breasts.
