Glitter Gloss by Kris P. Kreme
When scholarship student Lana took a part-time job working customer relations at a casino in Vegas, she never imagined the gamble on her self-respect. But enough is enough, the demeaning Easter bunny outfit the last straw.
Confronting casino owner and boss Vincent gets her nowhere, except on his bad side, as he ends up criticizing her look, suggesting she better find some lip gloss or something so the Easter outfit looks better on her.
But when Lana is helped by a ditzy unbelievably busty woman who gives her some lip gloss called Glitter Gloss, will she end up every bit the same herself and find new ways of making sure the men of the casino are very satisfied with their stay?
For over four months now, local Vegas university student Lana has worked part-time at one of the casinos, and while she knew working a part-time position in a casino might come with some gambles, she has just about had enough of losing out on common decency and respect.
The latest and last straw for her is the supposed special Easter outfit she was asked to put on for her job of guest relations and support. When she took the job, Lana was told that her job may vary from time to time, season to season, but it was essentially always about keeping the guests happy, making sure they didn’t leave after a losing streak which casino owner and boss Vincent points out is inevitable for everyone at a casino.
But Lana has slowly seen that apparently the only reason for hiring a girl like her, nineteen and pretty, is that she’s eye candy, making the largely male gamblers feel better after losing all their money. She’s purely window dressing to make the place seem inviting and most of the men she deals with are leering idiots who gamble mindlessly and have no respect for a highly intelligent scholarship student like Lana.
The Easter outfit, consisting of a purple silky patterned top that looks more like lingerie and a black micro-skirt, can only be loosely connected to the Easter bunny outfit she imagined, white and pink fuzzy ears atop her head, a matching puffball tail on the back of her skirt. It’s stupid, and Lana is already tired of the leering looks and whistles as she walks across the casino floor, ready to give Vincent a piece of her mind.
Unfortunately, Lana’s argument against wearing the demeaning outfit falls on deaf ears as Vincent counters her claiming she is a teenage girl with the simple fact she is nineteen, an adult. And while maybe nineteen isn’t old enough to gamble in the casinos, it is old enough where she can dress in as skimpy and suggestive an outfit as the job demands and Easter demands she dress as the sexy bunny in the clothes he provided.
Vincent points out the logic behind having girls dressed as Lana is now dressed, the fact that men lose a bunch, think about leaving, but see pretty girls in sexy outfits and let the blood flow slip away from their brain long enough to stick it out… losing more money, making the house all the profit it needs to keep going. His threats of blackballing Lana if she refuses to do what the job requires and seeks employment elsewhere has the student pretty much stuck wearing what she wears, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it may seem.
But Vincent’s comment about her thin dry lips and how she needs to put some lip gloss or something on before she really hits the floor for the Easter season may soon have Lana’s career ambitions and immediate goals falling from any position of decency and respect.
Worried that Vincent will make good on his threats and she will be out of a job with no help finding a new one, Lana goes off in search of lip gloss… having no idea where she will find some at a busy casino. Across the casino floor, she finds a line of women interviewing for a bar striptease position, women Lana usually would never dream of speaking to since they have such obvious little respect for themselves.
It’s among those women, only one seems willing to speak to her, and that woman is a clearly ditzy bimbo with easily the biggest tits Lana has ever seen. It’s almost a distraction from even looking the woman in the eyes, obviously fake or something she assumes. But the woman is very friendly and has a tube of lip gloss she is willing to let her have, which is about the only good news of the day for Lana.
Walking off, finding a mirrored column to stand before and apply it, Lana reads the tube, rolling her eyes at the imagery a name like Glitter Gloss brings to mind. The last thing she wants is for her lips to be glittery, but at least it will appease the worst boss ever Vincent.
Reading on the tube, Lana has never heard of Bub Cosmetics out of Las Vegas, but then she’s also never heard of the other associated products, Gimbo Gloss and Lip Locked. All she knows is the Glitter Gloss goes on smooth and rather instantly opens up her sinuses in ways she quickly knows is not normal.
In fact, it may not be her sinuses at all draining down her throat, and brainy brilliant Lana may be quickly losing all her intelligence and moral decency, letting it seep down melted away, slowly but surely filling out her slender figure into rather exaggerated hour-glass perfection.
Will Lana soon be embracing the position of making sure men at the casino are happy, no matter how demeaning that position quickly gets? And will she find ways of thanking Vincent for giving a girl like her a chance in a job like this? Only one thing is certain, it may be a very Happy Easter for Lana this year, and every man she meets.
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