Big Bad Brenda Bolinker, a name that struck terror in the hearts of all who knew of her. She was more a force than a woman; a nasty angry force that tried to ruin all it came across. And right now, on December 23rd, 9:00pm, Ariel sat across form Big Bad Brenda Bolinker’s desk, dreading when its owner would come to occupy it. And then she arrived.
Brenda Bolinker stood a record 6 foot 8 inches on her large size 18 feet. But with her black and white heels with their 2 inch platform and 7-inch heel she towered over at others at 7 feet 3 inches tall. Her thick and shapely legs with their huge and thunderous thighs were covered in charcoal nylon garters, which stopped mid-thigh just under her charcoal and white pinstriped pencil skirt that hung tightly to her large hips and enormous ass. Her big Buddha belly was covered by her three quarter sleeve, four button, wide white lapel, charcoal and white pinstriped jacket. The large shoulder pads of the jacket and her own massive GG-cup breasts strained the confines of the jacket making her look even more massive than she actually was.
She had dark fire engine red hair that was styled like Peggy Bundy and framed her chubby face. She had a small button nose and blue oval shaped eyes, with big puffy cheeks, and thick dick sucking lips. She had a big second chin and the only thing that denoted where her head stopped and her (big) chest began was a small string of pearls.
Between her white gloved, sausage-like fingers was a burning cigar, despite the company clearly having no smoking signs all through out the floor. Brenda raised it to her deep red lips and began to chew on the end. “What the fuck is this little jew doing here?” Brenda sneered in a thick New York accent. Her voice was deep due to her size, but still had a feminine tone to it; an authoritative, dictator like tone. “I got accountants,” she blew her cigar smoke into Ariel’s face as she moved past her, shaking to the floor with each foot step.
“Well Ms. Bolinker…” Ariel meekly began.
“What’d you say to me, you little shit?” Brenda snapped at her, almost spilling the drink she had made herself. She quickly took the cigar from the corner of her mouth and used it to point at Ariel. “You call me Ms. Big Bad Brenda Bolinker, you little bitch! I didn’t get to this level of fear in my own company just so you could try to humanize me to alleviate your own fears.” Brenda put her cigar back in the corner of her mouth and huffed and puffed on it for a few minutes, blowing smoke everywhere. Her eyes narrowed on Ariel and finally she screamed, “So what the fuck are you here for? God dam shit for brains little bitch!”
“I’m here to help you try and get into contact with the spirit of Christmas inside you so you can become Santa Claus and deliver the presents around the world,” Ariel explained as she pulled her briefcase ever upwards to protect herself until she could barely see over it.
“Oh, that,” Brenda rolled her eyes and flopped down into her desk chair. She puffed on her cigar and blew the smoke strait up. “I figured ripping the spirit of the holidays from old St. Nick, (a big pussy by the way,) would have let me corner the market on toys…but NOOOOOOOOOO!” Brenda whined. “Big Bad Brenda Bolinker has to change into Santa for two days and get them gifts out to the good boys and children of the world. For FUCKING free at that! God Dam the holiday spirit sucks!”
Ariel looked around not sure if what Brenda said was literal of figurative. “So did you want to start?”
Brenda felt the stubble beginning to come in as the clock inched its way closer to midnight and the start of Christmas Eve. “Might as well, since I’ve gotta spend all day tomorrow listening to a bunch of brats asking for hand outs.”
“I’m sure you’ll be wonderful,” Ariel said supportively.
“I’m sure I’ll be Big Bad Brenda Bolinker,” Brenda laughed evilly as she felt her stubble become scratchier.
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