“Oh yes, of course Sir.” Betty replied as she reached up and hooked her thumb under her bikini top and pulled up, revealing her tits to the man standing in front of her.
The man stepped forward and leaned over, grabbing her left tit and squeezing it. Her head titled back and she let out a soft moan until he let go and slapped it hard instead. Then a gasp escaped her lips as her head snapped back upright and she gave him the best bedroom eyes and smile she could muster.
“Name and number?” he asked.
“Betty 13248.” she replied and then he nodded and walked away as he pulled out his phone and typed in her info.
As he left she pulled her top back down and took her position once more as other men milled about the pool area of the resort.
It was getting late so there weren’t many girls left, but there were still a few like her remaining.
Which was frustrating and humiliating all at the same time. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to run screaming from the resort and call the cops. They’d stolen her life with whatever satanic chip they’d installed in her head that complexly controlled her now. That was the frustration.
The humiliation was that she knew that the feeling of jealousy that she was feeling for the other girls that had already gotten picked by men earlier in the day wasn’t caused by the chip. At least not directly.
She suspected there was some part of it, some seed, that the chip had influenced, but it had grown every day since to the point now where she hoped they would put her under the knife again sooner rather than later.
Bigger tits was the name of the game here, the men were simple and obvious, picking the girls with the biggest tits first, only settling for girls like her if they arrived late or wanted a second girl to join him.
A little shiver ran through her as she felt the chip take complete control of her body and she stood up. Walking past the few other remaining girls she smiled, almost happy, knowing she wasn’t the last to be picked, and that was a least something.
