Kate nervously opened her shirt to reveal her breasts.
"Hmmm, not so big," Babs said.
"Ahhh, it helps to make her look sweet," Harley said. "And look how fat the nipples are."
Kate squeaked as Harley pinched her nipples.
"Yes, let Harley sample your merchandise, dear," Babs said.
"I bet when erect these will be like big ol' pink erasers," Harley giggled.
The word "erect" reminded Harley that her favourite part of the job interview had yet to happen. When she'd break out her favourite strap-on ("Mr. J"), which was white with a bright green tip. She loved the look on these sluts' faces when they're told they need to give it a nice lick.
* * *
Steve Dayton tried to focus on helping Starfire wither her science problem, but it was very difficult. She was still perched on his desk, her huge cleavage right at eye level. She often shifted position, her orange ass pressed against the desk. Her tits jiggled a lot, sometimes about to brush his face. And her perfume, it was so intense.
"Oh, Mr. Dayton, you are the smartest!" Starfire gushed. "You are so clever. Smart and rich and handsome. You are the package of completeness!"
She giggled again.
* * *
Karen giggled as she rubbed her breasts. That felt so nice. She hadn't been giving her breasts the attention they deserved. They were so big and jiggly, and looked so nice.
She moaned as she squeezed her fat tits. Yes, this was nice. Her company was so stressful, giving her a headache. Nice to spend some "me" time just relaxing with her big titties. Her nice big titties.
* * *
Bryce Wayne pouted as she pulled away from the piano. She didn't want to focus on this. It was boring, it felt wrong. Something about all of this felt wrong. Her as a vapid debutante, Alfred in change of everything, the mansion full of tiny sissy maids whose main job was to swallow Mr. Alfred's huge dick.
Fortunately, Alfred hadn't confiscated her phone. Bryce called a number.