The Car Dealership

True story about a hot as hell tomboy busting my nuts at work.

I started selling cars shortly after Uni, with the nature of the car industry about 90% of my colleagues were male.. there were only 3 women working in the whole dealership, and only 1 in sales. The one sales woman was Tiff, she was a lesbian and a real tomboy type in personality but not really in looks.. She was around 5'9, long blonde hair usually in a ponytail, quite a pretty face and her body was great.. She was an athlete, specialising in athletics and get this.. football (soccer) she played at a decent level around the area are was pretty much the star striker in her team. Her body reflected her athletic background, a tight toned body and a great ass, but her long toned legs went on forever.. Usually these were covered by her work trousers but whenever she wore a skirt in the summer it was a real treat!

Anyway, when I first started I quickly became aware that she loved a verbal, constantly telling one guy she would 'kick him in his balls' or 'smash his knackers' for next to no reason, another favourite of hers was to stand in front of him in a karate pose and do a quick flick out at his groin, never ever making contact but always enough to make him flinch and recoil which would always send her into a fit of laughter.. Naturally, this really caught my attention and I found myself getting both incredibly jealous of him, and frustrated that she never carried through.

She even once told a few of us a story about when she was in college, she used to stick up for a guy that always got bullied, but he then told her 'I don't need your help you dyke' so she kicked him so hard in the nuts he had to go to hospital. This made all the guys cringe as she told the story with a huge smile on her face.. obviously this just got me even more intrigued.

A few months later, the guy she used to threaten moved to another dealership.. and by some divine miracle I ended up being the person she replaced him with, I found myself on the end of constant fake kicks.. but after a month or so as I knew she would never carry it through I stopped giving her the satisfaction and didn't react, for a while this made her do it more but then she seemed to lose interest.

This leads to me one day, I was sat on a desk chair and she was chatting to me stood up in front of me, with no warning she lifted her leg up and did her classic karate pose and flick but got closer than ever before. Internally I flinched a little but I didn't let it show "You're no fun, why do you never react?" she quizzed me. "Because Tiff, I know you'd never dare actually do it" Tiff just raised an eyebrow and made a sort of annoyed humming noise and walked off..

Little did I know, my taunting clearly had the desired effect.. the next day I walked into the office area and could see Tiff sat at a desk signalling me over whilst she was on the phone, she put the phone on hold and told me it was my customer Mandy on the phone.. I had sold Mandy a car and she was a nightmare, the absolute Karen type.. always complaining about something.. "Can you tell her I'm busy, I can't be arsed" I replied nonchalantly. Even with the taunting and constant threats I couldn't of predicted what happened next, Tiff slammed the phone receiver in an uppercut motion up into my balls, hard! I instinctively shut my legs but it was too late, the old style chunky phone crashed into my nuts with my fabric work trousers offering no protection, all closing my legs did was trap the phone so it just hung there in my crotch as I doubled over and fell to my knees. Tiff burst out in a fit of laughter "TELL HER YOURSELF" she cackled as she jumped out of the chair and ran out of the office leaving me in a heap on the floor.

Weirdly, she didn't bring up the incident and I didn't want to push it so it wasn't spoken about again. Tiff was always one of the top sellers, and as I gained more experience I pretty much became her only rival for top seller, we developed a friendly rivalry over the coming months but there was definitely a little bit of tension there. The playful threats had all but stopped now and even though we were still friends, she had become a little more seriously around me, I guess as she saw me as competition now.

One month, me and her had been neck and neck pretty much all month in sales, I had never beaten her but this month felt different.. On the last day of the selling month, we were tied at 27 sales each. The final day was unusually quiet so we were hanging out in the break out area just chatting, a bit of banter etc, there was a large window in the breakout room where you could see the pitch, a couple that were known for frequently changing there car walked onto the pitch and I clocked them first.. I tried to quietly make my way to the door without Tiff realising, when she clocked them too.. "Not a chance!" She shouted and sprinted past me to the door, in a desperate attempt to stop her getting to them first I grabbed hold of her arm, she spun round and tried to tug away but I managed to get her other arm and pulled her away from the door "Get offfff!!!" She demanded as we were in almost a tug of war situation.

I used all my might and gave one last pull to bring her closer to me so I could try and get out of the door first.. but this was my fatal mistake.. she used my momentum and as she stepped forward her right foot left the ground and delivered one all mighty snap kick to my balls, her hard pointy work shoes caught my ass as the top of her foot demolished both of my balls against the underside of my body. "OOOOOFPH" I dropped into the fetal position immediately, this was the kick I'd been dreaming about for months and I did not disappoint, one of the hardest kicks I've ever taken and it absolutely took me out of the game. "OOOOOOH" she mocked with a really excited undertone and then she just burst out laughing with no mercy as I rocked back and forward.. she turned the light off as extra humiliation as she ran out of the room.

After about 5 minutes I climbed up onto a chair, I was hard as fuck as the pain still pulsed through my balls thinking about how I'd finally been racked, and racked good by this clear ballbuster. I stayed in the room for about an hour when Tiff skipped back into the room, with a contract in her hand. She burst out laughing as she saw me sat clearly still in some discomfort, "hahahha sorry Joe, what hurts more, your pride or your balls?" she giggled.. "Balls, definitely balls" I groaned back. From across the room the got back into her classic Karate pose and extended her foot "Boooom, maybe you'll flinch next time" as she burst into yet more laughter.