In her former life, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's worst gig involved $10 tips from slurring drunks. She had a knack for dodging grabby hands between tables and keeping her distance across bar counters, always pocketing a good pay day while they leered and whistled at her good looks.
That job would be a dream. Unlike her coworkers, she stood on the assembly line in a crop top and booty shorts, a blue thong sticking up from a white waist line. The blue, white and yellow GOYA logo stretched over her cheeks and chest, their robustness straining each letter wider than those garments were designed for. With another can of beans spilled at her feet, she took a deep sigh and prepared herself for the torment to come.
A hard, full on smack of her ass had the former House rep yelping, popping up an inch on the balls of her feet.
"Be more careful, pendejo."
"I'll tryyyyyyy"
Her voice jumped and trailed when the next punisher took her thong in two hands and tugged upward, dangling her in the air. At roughly 143 pounds, it took some strength to hoist the ex-rep high enough to see this much of the rollers. It had to be Maria. She thought she had escaped any further degrading for her error with her toes touching the ground, until a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and mauled her boobs.
"You're supposed to keep it in the can, not put it on your cans."
Head back, she rolled her eyes and grunted as this man tugged on the deep cleavage line of her shirt. His fingers prodded her proud brown nipples, forcing them to stand out on thin fabric that showed more of her shape with sweat. This sweltering factory heat didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination while wearing her official uniform.
She should have read the details of her employment. When Goya Foods' CEO derided her as their 'Employee of the Month', she thought she had a winning clapback about him disrespecting the company's workers. She hadn't expected him to back her into a corner by challenging her to spend a month in their shoes. And when she took him up on it, she expected a nice round of photo ops and new allies on the factory floor.
It wasn't until she arrived for her first day that she learned how different her job would be. Same duties, same hours, same pay, but with so much more harassment that your ordinary factory job. She may have worn a hair net, hard hat, mask and gloves like the others, but everything else about her attire was designed to display her like a conquered trophy with no escape.
It only took one week for Goya Foods to set up a live camera for her former constituents, and the rowdy Fox News crowd, to witness her daily humiliation. A day didn't go by that she didn't see another video clip or compromising shot of her bent over, jugs waving over a passing line of cans, as if she had blessed them with her tits.
It took three weeks for the new labels to arrive. Beneath the Goya label, above a photo of their beans, stood AOC looking like a Hispanic Hooters chick urging buyers to check out her canned goods. In lieu of corporate facts, they used a blown up image of her butt on the opposite side of her exposed rack and smiling face.
But that wasn't the worst part. Every time she had a break, or even had the misfortune of looking up, her grand reward faced her straight ahead.
ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH
Before, the CEO had only said it as a way to mock her. Now it was true. Her portrait adorned a plaque with those words, followed by a description of how she earned it. With her image, profits soared by 400%. Morale had a nice 250% bump as she fumbled her way from one disaster to the next, one part ego booster as even the worst employees had someone to look down on and one part stress relief. No matter how bad the day got, they could count on AOC's big tight ass for a few good smacks.
The break whistle sounded. Amid a sea of cheers, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez groaned. She hated this next part, but as was her duty, she headed for the back exit in her flashy high heels. It was giveaway time. While the other coworkers enjoy a little time off, she pushed upon a pair of doors and put on a fake smile to greet Goya Foods' biggest fans. Another long hour of gropes and fun bags awaited the once respected big booty latina.
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Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Employee of the Month
"Ay caramba."
In her former life, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's worst gig involved $10 tips from slurring drunks. She had a knack for dodging grabby hands between tables and keeping her distance across bar counters, always pocketing a good pay day while they leered and whistled at her good looks.
That job would be a dream. Unlike her coworkers, she stood on the assembly line in a crop top and booty shorts, a blue thong sticking up from a white waist line. The blue, white and yellow GOYA logo stretched over her cheeks and chest, their robustness straining each letter wider than those garments were designed for. With another can of beans spilled at her feet, she took a deep sigh and prepared herself for the torment to come.
A hard, full on smack of her ass had the former House rep yelping, popping up an inch on the balls of her feet.
"Be more careful, pendejo."
"I'll tryyyyyyy"
Her voice jumped and trailed when the next punisher took her thong in two hands and tugged upward, dangling her in the air. At roughly 143 pounds, it took some strength to hoist the ex-rep high enough to see this much of the rollers. It had to be Maria. She thought she had escaped any further degrading for her error with her toes touching the ground, until a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and mauled her boobs.
"You're supposed to keep it in the can, not put it on your cans."
Head back, she rolled her eyes and grunted as this man tugged on the deep cleavage line of her shirt. His fingers prodded her proud brown nipples, forcing them to stand out on thin fabric that showed more of her shape with sweat. This sweltering factory heat didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination while wearing her official uniform.
She should have read the details of her employment. When Goya Foods' CEO derided her as their 'Employee of the Month', she thought she had a winning clapback about him disrespecting the company's workers. She hadn't expected him to back her into a corner by challenging her to spend a month in their shoes. And when she took him up on it, she expected a nice round of photo ops and new allies on the factory floor.
It wasn't until she arrived for her first day that she learned how different her job would be. Same duties, same hours, same pay, but with so much more harassment that your ordinary factory job. She may have worn a hair net, hard hat, mask and gloves like the others, but everything else about her attire was designed to display her like a conquered trophy with no escape.
It only took one week for Goya Foods to set up a live camera for her former constituents, and the rowdy Fox News crowd, to witness her daily humiliation. A day didn't go by that she didn't see another video clip or compromising shot of her bent over, jugs waving over a passing line of cans, as if she had blessed them with her tits.
It took three weeks for the new labels to arrive. Beneath the Goya label, above a photo of their beans, stood AOC looking like a Hispanic Hooters chick urging buyers to check out her canned goods. In lieu of corporate facts, they used a blown up image of her butt on the opposite side of her exposed rack and smiling face.
But that wasn't the worst part. Every time she had a break, or even had the misfortune of looking up, her grand reward faced her straight ahead.
ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ
EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH
Before, the CEO had only said it as a way to mock her. Now it was true. Her portrait adorned a plaque with those words, followed by a description of how she earned it. With her image, profits soared by 400%. Morale had a nice 250% bump as she fumbled her way from one disaster to the next, one part ego booster as even the worst employees had someone to look down on and one part stress relief. No matter how bad the day got, they could count on AOC's big tight ass for a few good smacks.
The break whistle sounded. Amid a sea of cheers, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez groaned. She hated this next part, but as was her duty, she headed for the back exit in her flashy high heels. It was giveaway time. While the other coworkers enjoy a little time off, she pushed upon a pair of doors and put on a fake smile to greet Goya Foods' biggest fans. Another long hour of gropes and fun bags awaited the once respected big booty latina.