DD DEBBIE GETS A TAN
By Rob

It was the day of the biggest social event of the season and every woman who was anyone in town was getting dolled up for the dance. Which was why DD Debbie was at the best tanning salon in town, there to get a touch-up on her tan. And with her was Debbie's younger step-sister, the beautiful but spoiled Katie.
Both girls were dressed in their best trashy outfits - Deb in a tight white t-shirt that said "My Eyes Are Up Here!" while Katie sported a low-cut pink tee that said "Hot Stuff" stretched across her impressive span of chest. Any guy who saw the sisters would immediately notice their huge chests and slutty outfits. Debbie and Katie, in addition wearing tops that seemed about to burst open, sported tight little skirts that barely covered their shapely asses. High heels, long hair and designer sunglasses atop their heads completed the outfits.
And as crass and bossy as Debbie was, Katie may have been even worse. Snotty and rude to those she considered her inferiors but a first class butt-kisser to anyone in power. And like Debbie, she was not shy about using sex to get ahead in the world. And with her pretty face, dark hair and hour-glass figure, there were plenty of guys who took her up on her offers.
Debbie and Katie were not the best of friends. As a matter of fact, they really didn't like each other at all. But sometimes it was helpful for the step-sisters to stick together. Like today, when they both needed to get ready for the big party.
They both clattered up to the counter as Katie let out a little sigh of exasperation. "Umm, can I get, like, your best spray tan?" as Debbie made a face at her. "Katie, you are gonna look like a little round orange, you dumb bimbo!" she sneered. Katie glared back at her. "Whatever, have fun in the fake-bake, fatass!"
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Back in the office of the salon, Joyce had been having a tough day. Two employees had called in sick, one tanning bed was overheating and she had the beginnings of a splitting headache. But just as she stepped out of the office into the lobby, thinking about leaving herself for the rest of the day, she spied the Dawson sisters. Boobs out to next Tuesday , tiny skirts barely covering their thong-clad butts and both sporting terrible attitudes. Y'know, thought Joyce, rubbing her left hand over her right knuckles, this could actually turn out to be a great day!
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The woman behind the counter, trying her best to be polite to the hateful girls, "We're really backed up today, ma'am, and neither of you have appointments. If you'll have a seat we'll get you in as soon as possible."
Both Dawson girls sighed and gave the receptionist angry glares. Katie said "Umm, don't you know who we are? I'm pretty sure we don't have to wait?" For once Debbie agreed with her and nodded. "Yeah, we're not some regular dummies you can tell to wait. Now get off your lazy ass and get us in there, you fat pig!"
Joyce came up behind the two angry women, smiling smugly to herself. Leave it to the Boobsie Sisters to create a problem that could only be settled one way! She strolled over to the counter and asked "What seems to be the problem, ladies? And I use the word 'ladies' loosely!"
Debbie and Katie both started talking at once, complaining that they were in a hurry and "the slut" behind the counter was screwing up their schedule. Joyce listened for a while, then tried to calm down the huffy duo. When that didn't work, she finally raised her voice and snapped "All right, already! Shut up and settle down or I will personally settle you two down!"
The two busty broads kept yelling for a minute, then Debbie suddenly noticed who was talking to them. Her eyes widened and she lost a little of her color. Her hands crept to her chest, unconsciously covering them. For Debbie had been in numerous fights with the tough blonde and never had she done anything more that get her ass kicked royally. At the pool, at parties, in a boxing ring - it didn't seem to matter. Joyce always won and ended up beating the living daylights out of Debbie and her prized possessions, her 34DD boobs. "Wh-wh-what are you doing h-h-here?" she stammered, trying not to look as terrified as she felt.
Joyce smiled a happy little smile and explained. "You see, I am the new owner of this salon. Been here a couple of months now. Of course when I bought the place, we hoped to cater to a better class of customers than two cheap whores like you two."
Katie just sneered at Joyce. She had never fought her before so she was unaware just what a terrific beating Joyce was capable of dishing out. Hands on her hips, she said "Well, that's impossible since we are the best customers of this dump, or whatever. But, hey, what did you mean by 'settle us down'? Maybe you haven't noticed but there's two of us and one of you. So STFU and get us our tans or we may just whip your ass!" (In the meantime, Debbie had quietly tried to slink away. But Katie grabbed her arm and pulled her up to stand her right in front of the grinning Joyce).
"Ooo, two of you! I'm simply terrified!" Joyce replied, trying not to laugh out loud at the aggressive little trollop. Deep down inside, Joyce loved pounding on the slutty Debbie - and here was yet another target. Or more concisely, two more targets. She pretended to back down a bit, to lure both the girls into a fight.
By now, even Debbie was getting a bit more bold - maybe with the help of her mouthy little sister she actually could get revenge on her arch-nemesis. The Dawson sisters moved closer to Joyce and everything was quiet for a moment. Then, as if on cue, Katie let fly with a big left hook and Debbie threw a right cross at Joyce.

Both the Dawson girls had evil grins on their faces. They had pulled this little maneuver before and succeeded in punching out several of their rivals. But Joyce just didn't stand there like all those other girls. She waited until the last second, then suddenly ducked. And those wild swings just kept going - Katie's little fist slammed into Debbie's jaw while Deb connected with Katie's chin. They both cried out in pain and stumbled backward, holding their faces. Debbie screamed at her sister "You dumb bitch! Why did you do tha - ?" but her tirade was cut off by Joyce's attack.
Because Katie seemed a bit more out of it than Debbie, Joyce had turned her attention on the taller sister. Two stiff jabs to the ribs and a tooth-rattling right to the chin had Debbie wincing and covering up with both arms. Debbie wobbled to one side. "Wha? Wha?" she mumbled. Then Joyce turned her attention to the younger girl.
"C'mere, Cow Tits Jr.!" Joyce snarled, yanking a suddenly frightened Katie closer to her. Katie was off-balance, tottering in her high heels. Joyce sent a sharp knee up between Katie's legs and it made a painful connection. Katie squawked out "Awwwk!" and covered her injured crotch with both hands.
"Oooh, I bet that hurt!" Joyce snickered at Katie. In another unexpected move, the wiry blonde yanked down Katie's skirt. A tiny pair of pink gi-string panties was exposed. Katie then tried to run but she immediately went off-balance due to the skirt around her knees. Her arms waved wildly for a moment as she rocked back and forth. She finally went down, landing on her ass with a thump and another involuntary "Owww!"
In the meantime, Debbie had recovered enough from her punishment to find herself quietly sneaking up behind Joyce. The blonde was laughing at Katie struggling to get up with her feet all tangled up in her skirt when suddenly Debbie sprang on her. The big brunette wrapped one arm around Joyce's waist and grabbed her arm with the other hand and forced it up behind her back. Debbie yelled to Katie "I've got her! I've got her! Get up off your ass, stupid, and punch her lights out!"
Katie struggled to her feet, pulling her skirt up to her taut thighs. She was up on her knees when she threw an off-balance punch at Joyce's midriff.
But Joyce was not exactly helpless. Debbie was having a hard time holding the wiry blonde, who was far stronger that Debbie, not to mention that she was getting angry. Katie was little help, landing one ineffective blow to Joyce's side. The blonde manager suddenly slammed back her elbow into Debbie's soft breast. The big girl screeched in awful pain and released her hold. Joyce used the respite to punch Katie in one big brown eye and then turned her attention to Debbie.
With Katie now flat on her back, knocked goofy, Joyce could really open up on Debbie. Rights and lefts drove the bosomy bully across the room where she ran into a wall covered with award plaques and pictures. Joyce kissed her fist theatrically and landed a "Sunday Punch" on Deb's chiseled chin. The big slut's eyes crossed and she slammed into the wall so hard several heavy plaques fell down, conking her on the head. She slid to a sitting position, legs spread wide, a stupid grin on her face. She was out like a light.
Katie had finally gotten back to her feet and she finally pulled her skirt back up over her waist. She glared at Joyce and let out a frustrated scream, her right eye already blackening as she charged her foe. But Katie was not all that bright and she neglected to remove her high heels before her attack. So she wobbled and tottered and waved her arms before finally losing her balance. Her forward momentum let her slide right up to Joyce's feet.
Looking up at the flashing eyes and clenched fists of Joyce, Katie felt her whole body turn to ice water. "Oh, God, she's gonna kill me!" she whimpered.
She wasn't far wrong. Joyce suddenly dropped on her and sat astride her in a schoolboy pin. Taking a good grip on the pint shirt, Joyce smiled at busty little Katie. "Well, Hot Stuff, let's see if we can't cool your hot little box down a bit!"

Katie struggled weakly, kicking her legs and whimpering. Her whole body felt weak and helpless. "Um, I'm, uh, sorry and whatever?" she gasped out, trying to apologize and get out of this dire situation. Joyce just snickered. "Yeah, right!" she said just before ripping Katie's shirt to shreds and exposing Katie's DD-cup bra. Soon the bra was also torn off and discarded, leaving those re-constructed breasts sticking up like two small hills, the nipples hardening in the cool air. Joyce latched onto those engorged nips, her fingers like pliers. Katie howled in pain and started apologizing for real.
"Sorry! Sorrry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor ---- oh God, leggo my nipples! You're gonna pinch 'em off!" Katie wailed. "Stop! I - I'm through! J-j-just let me leave! Owwww!"
But it was far too late for apologies. Joyce began slapping the big 34DDs back and forth as Katie whimpered and moaned. And just when it seemed she couldn't take another second of tit torture, Joyce suddenly rose off Katie and ordered her to stand up.
Whining and whimpering, Katie rose unsteadily to her feet, really afraid now as she stood trembling in front of her strong conqueror. Joyce then faked another knee to Katie's crotch and the shorter girl immediately covered up her vagina with her hands. And that was when Joyce began pummeling Katie's fake boobs. "UggH! Oooofff! Stop - I quit already! You - you win it all! I can't take it any more! Oh, please, why won't you STOPPPP!!!???"
To Katie, there seemed to be three or four Joyces thumping on her as she was punched goofy. The last thing she remembered was a fist coming closer and closer to her face, then a bright shower of lights. Her eyes got wide just before the final hit, then everything went black for a while.
Sometime later both sisters woke up to find themselves kneeling in front of a tanning bed , hands tied behind them. They were so close to it their big boobs rested on the edge of the bed. Katie stared a moment then looked over at Debbie, scowling at her. "Look what you got us into, Ms. Fatass Saggy Tits!" she hissed and shoved her with a shoulder. Debbie glared back. "Me? It was you, Ms. Jealous Fakie Tits!"
Joyce just giggled at the squabbling girls. "Now, kids, let's try to get along. You came for a tan and we're just about to give you one," said Joyce, beaming at the angry, frightened and completely beaten sisters. "You may have noticed you're right in front of one of my tanning beds with those fat tits hanging over the edge. So what do you think would happen if I did ... this?!" She slammed the lid of the tanning bed right down on top of the sisters' tits.
They both screamed in pain as their boobs were flattened by the lid. Debbie was screeching incoherently and Katie's eyes bulged as she shrieked "Stopppp! You're gonna bust 'em!"
Joyce laughed uproariously at the wails and pleas of her two victims. "My boobies are gonna pop!" Katie shrieked. "And they were sooo expensive! Oh, you gotta let me loose. What will I do with busted knockers? Please, Joyce, please!" She sobbed and sniffed, totally helpless to stop the mammary mashing.
The blonde finally tired of hearing the weeping and wailing of the wrecked sisters and raised the top of the lid off their throbbing boobs. "Oh, my, that's gonna leave a mark, I think!" Joyce said, pretending to be concerned. She leaned close to Debbie and listened to her babbling pleas. "What's that? You still want to get your tan? Well, be my guest!" She yanked Deb up by the hair and practically threw her into the tanning bed and turned it on full power.
Then she turned to the terrified Katie. "Now, let me see - didn't you want a spray tan, shorty?" Katie had watched with wide eyes as her step-sister was tossed into the tanning bed. Even now she could her Debbie kicking and yelling to get out.
"No, no, Ms. Joyce! No tan for me! I just wanna go home!" Katie begged. She was a wreck! Topless and beaten, her hands still tied behind her, wearing only her pink panties and, oddly, her high heels. Joyce just let her beg and plead for a while, then just shook her head no.
"No, no, you sexy gals gotta get your tans!" Joyce told her. "Right this way to the tanning booth ." With the help of the snickering receptionist, Joyce soon had Katie spread-eagled and tied securely in a standing X position in the spray booth. 20 minutes later a whimpering Katie emerged from the booth, as bright orange as a traffic cone!
She looked down at the post-spray body and let out a wail of despair. "What have you done to me? I look like a freak!" as she stared at Joyce with wild eyes.
"Why, yes. Yes you do. Kinda like the Oompa Loompa in Willie Wonka!" Joyce lectured her. "Maybe this will teach you and your sister some manners about dealing with other people. Speaking of ol' Deb, let's go see how she is baking - I mean making! - out!"
Katie just continued to stare down at herself, beginning to sob. "I fucking hate you!" she shouted and as Joyce headed toward the bed that Debbie was still baking in, Katie took off at Joyce at full sprint. It proved to be a pretty uncomfortable run, as she was topless and in high heels, with pummelled boobs no less.
Joyce turned to see Katie coming at her like a freight train - a bright orange, naked freight train! The blonde simply waited until Katie got within reach then stuck out one fist. Katie's bruised but still pretty face collided with the hard fist and she dropped like a stone. Her feet flew out from under her (and she FINALLY lost her shoes), her body went limp and she hit the floor with a thud, out cold as her sister had been.
Leaving Katie lying on the floor, orange tits pointing to the ceiling and glassy eyes staring, Joyce retrieved a blubbering Debbie from the tanning bed. Where Katie was orange, Debbie ha dbeen turned a bright, painful pink. The top-heavy slut moaned in pain as Joyce manhandled her out of the tanning room and up front with her now-reviving sister.
Katie was then yanked roughly to her feet and Debbie, still whimpering in pain, was steered closer.Joyce sank a hand in each woman's thick hair. "Say goodnight, you stupid bimbos!" Joyce told them, then banged their heads together twice. Debbie went out immediately but Katie's eyes crossed and she licked her full lips for a second. "Oh, wwwwooowww! The colors!" she murmured before going limp.
Neither Katie nor Debbie remembered much later after that. Something about being dumped in the trunk of a car and riding across town. Then came fresh air and finding themselves lying on grass. Of course, when the Double D sisters regained their senses, they found themselves on the lawn in front of the mansion where the big party was being held. The were stark naked, bruised and sore. Their hands were tied behind them and of course, Debbie was bright pink and Katie was bright orange.
Katie looked around groggily before realizing where she was. Then she let out a loud scream and began writhing and squirming, trying to get loose and yet cover her nudity at the same time. In the middle of the humiliation, she heard Joyce's voice. "I hope your tanning experience was everything you hoped it would be! Please come again and tell your friends!"
As the crowd circling them jeered and made crude jokes, both girls could only hang their heads and wept helplessly.