>>29247479>>29248235>Get a gig at exclusive golf course>It's alright, mostly just carrying clubs and balls around for groups of rich old men>One day these two girls show up to play together>One of them is literally local royalty, turns up in tight white jeans and what looks like a black bustier with some elaborate semi-transparent lace thing going on to cover her upper body>The other is dressed in stereotypical street clothes, tracksuit pants and a loose white top over fishnet and mesh>It'd look pretty trashy if not for the big, baggy jacket that mostly covers her up>Your number's up and you're saddled with their shit>The pink haired bitch in scruffy street clothes stinks of alcohol before they even start, but the first few holes aren't that bad>The local princess doesn't seem to know what the hell she's doing, but her thug friend apparently knows the game?>Keeps telling her it's all in the hips>Makes her go through the motions a couple of times before every stroke>You get an eyeful of both of them>It's honestly hard to miss them swinging their dumptruck asses around in front of your face>When pinkie ponytail reveals the vodka they smuggled onto the course, you can't exactly say anything>A bit of alcohol is by far not the worst thing a rich asshole has brought onto the green>But the quality of their golf takes a sharp nosedive>They stop driving for the holes and after a couple of sips, the high-society broad uses "advice on her stance" as an excuse to get her friend's hands all over her>Honestly, that's fine>If you can get today's paycheck by leaning on the cart and watching a couple of fat-titted rich-girls feel each other up, that's a win>Ominously, though, they hold a hushed conversation and keep glancing back your way>There's something predatory in their eyes as they sashay back towards you>The princess has a definite sway to her hips, and while her friend seems to be attempting the same seductive motion, it turns into more of a clumsy strut>You can't exactly turn tail and run, so you're pinned in place when they flank your position and press their massive milkers against either side of you>Brazenly the both of them both grab your crotch"Hey, Caddy boy..."
"Why don't you show us your nine wood?"
