After long years, Tessa had finished writing her feminist treatise, “The Respect Women Deserve”, and it had been picked up by a respected – if somewhat traditional and patriarchal – academic publisher, Gorrison House.
“I’m surprised you agreed to publish my book,” she said, sitting in the office of her editor. “I didn’t think Gorrison House were particularly into feminist theory.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Tessa,” said her editor, smiling. “We recognise talent when we see it.” Which would have been more complimentary, had he not been staring at her tits as he spoke. Tessa shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She knew her breasts were huge. She felt obscurely guilty about them, thinking that a proper feminist wouldn’t have such cow-like fuckbags. But she was what she was.
The editor pushed some papers across the desk. “These are the contracts for the speaking tour,” he said. “We use a specialised promotion house to do these. They’ll book your venues, buy and arrange your wardrobe, and attract an audience and media attention. You’ll be obliged to do some cross-promotion with some of their other clients, too – hold up a product during your appearances, and endorse it by reading some lines they give you, and their other clients will likewise cross-promote your book.”
It all sounded fine to Tessa, and she signed and thought nothing further of it, until her first speaking engagement.
She had been told it was in Florida, and she flew in happily enough and checked in at the hotel. In the morning, a pretty young marketing intern turned up at her door with a bag.
“Your wardrobe for today,” the intern said, blushing prettily.
Tessa opened the bag. Her brow wrinkled.
“This isn’t right,” she said. “It’s a bikini. I’m expecting a suit.”
“No, ma’am,” said the intern. “It’s correct. You’re cross promoting with XXX Cow Tits dot com today. You’re going to demonstrate their product, and they’ll run an ad for your book on their site.”
Tessa looked at her in horror. “It’s a *feminist* book. I can’t advertise a degrading porn site in my speech.”
“It’s okay, ma’am,” said the intern. “The event is down at the local pool, and the audience will mostly be drunk young men here for spring break. I think you’ll be quite popular.”
“I won’t!” objected Tessa.
“Ma’am, I’m told to remind you that if you don’t, you’ll void your contract with your publisher, and be personally liable for the publication costs of the book, plus damages,” said the intern. “It would be the ruin of you financially, and the end of your academic career.”
Tessa opened her mouth, but had nothing to say. She felt like crying.
“Your prepared lines to advertise the product are also in the bag, ma’am,” said the intern. “If you’re embarrassed, ma’am, I’m told to offer to lick your pussy until you’re nice and horny and don’t care?”
Tessa recoiled. “No! No!” She drew a deep breath. “I’ll do the product placement. Just… go.”
And that was how Tessa found herself standing in front of a crowd, under the Florida sun, in a bikini that her large tits were practically spilling out of, standing next to a sign reading “The Respect Women Deserve”.
“Thank you for coming to my talk on ‘The Respect Women Deserve’,” she said into the microphone. “My appearance here today is brought to you by XXX Cow Tits dot com, the premiere site to see huge-titted barely-human rapecows like me getting the brutal fucking they need.”
She pulled down her bikini and lifted out her large breasts, her face flushed with humiliation. “At XXX Cow Tits dot com, giant whore-melons like mine are all the consent men need to strip stupid bimbos like me naked and use us until they cum. If you listen to my talk today, and think I’d be much more entertaining with bruises on my fuckmelons and my mouth plugged with a hard cock, then head on over to XXX Cow Tits dot com for your 14 day free trial.”
She tried to ignore the flashing of camera bulbs as the media photographed her. She wanted to put her tits away, but she was obliged to leave them out and play with her nipples for the rest of the talk. She had never been more humiliated in her life. She hated this and hated herself.
When it was over, back in her hotel room, she masturbated for an hour straight and reached four separate orgasms.
The next day, the intern visited again, with another bag. The bag contained skimpy lingerie and a dozen used condoms.
“Today you’re cross-promoting with Cum-Drenched Rapedolls dot com,” the intern told her. “The cum in the condoms is for your face and breasts, but if you want to push a bit up your pussy and then give yourself cameltoe with the panties so that the cum is visible on your labia that would be good too.”
Tessa moaned in horror. She thought about having to go out and speak again, wearing the contents of the bag.
“That offer you made yesterday…” she said slowly. “Is that still available?”
The intern smiled. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, sinking to her knees and raising Tessa’s skirt. “Just relax, and soon you won’t need to think about anything except your pussy. You really have a very *pretty* pussy…”
Tessa said nothing, just stared into the middle distance as the intern’s tongue began to lick her cunt. Her eyes were fixed on a nearby copy of her book, and all she could see was the title – “The Respect Women Deserve”…
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