Story involves the explosive destruction of a disposable maid
*A knock on the door of your office precedes it opening*
“Yes sir? You called me in? Something you wanted to talk to me about?" Your busty maid comes in, peeking her head around the door. She stands at attention in the center of the room, twiddling her thumbs. Her uniform is specially tailored to show off her heaving breasts.
“Yes sir I’m aware of the batch of new-generation maid clones coming in.” She nods, looking off to the side. The mention of better, more sophisticated bio-clones causes her to look down and off to the side before her eyes look back up to you.
“It has been 5 years sir. 5 years of faithful service keeping your estate squeaky clean!” She beams and nods up and down proudly, seemingly forgetting about the new batch of clones.
“Wait…what do you mean you need to make room for the new maids coming in?” Her smile fades quickly thinking about being replaced.
“Uh d-disposal? You’re saying I need to be disposed of? Y-you mean destroyed?” She stutters, her eyes going wide and fingers balling up into fists, her fingers nervously fidgeting.
“Oh…well in that case how am I going to be destroyed?” She regains her composure, her bio-programming kicking in and stands back up right. she straightens out her uniforms and sticks her chest out, showing off her rack with a slight jiggle.
“A stick of dynamite between my boobs? That’s going to make such a mess…” She gasps, and furrows her brow. A stick of dynamite wasn't what she expected. Usually clones get recycled through a melting or deflation process after neatly undressing and packing away their clothes.
“If that’s what you want sir…there’s gonna be a lot of me to clean up. Are you sure? If its an explosive I'm gonna splatter everywhere! Cleaning up my...remains...will take at least a day or two, especially I get in the carpet and the drapes...” the maid rambled, seemingly more fixated on the mess her exploded body will make rather than her demise itself.
“Oh…you already have the dynamite. Goodness, ok...here’s my boobs.” *the maid leans forwards towards you, giving you a nice down blouse view of her big boobs. Her eyes meet yours then slowly motion down towards her chest with fluttering eyelashes*
*the maid sighs and looks off to the side as you finesse the small stick of dynamite down between her breasts. She purses her lips, nervous of her destruction. Her red stick of dyanmite in her boobs provides a nice contrast of the black and white color of her uniform.
“Ok sir. It’s in there pretty good. It looks like you’re ready to light it now…here comes the flame…ohhh” She lifts her boobs together with her hands in such a way that pushes the dynamite out in a convenient way for you to light it. She shifts and fidgets anxiously as the flame gets closer and closer.
*The maid gasps and bounces in surprise as you spark the fuse. She giggles nervously before looking down at her doomed body with wide eyes and back to you as she stands dutifully in place, chomping on her lower lip anxiously. Her mascaraed eyes follow you as you get up and walk behind a thick glass blastshield as her boob-fuse sizzles closer to its payload.
"I see you came prepared sir, smart. No need to get any of me on your clothes" she says with a smile and a raise of her eyebrows.
*The maid fidgets in place, her breathing getting shallower and heavier. Her chest containing the dynamite raises and falls faster as the fuse gets smaller and smaller. She squeaks, grits her teeth, closes her eyes, and brings her fingers up to plug her ears as the fuse as only mere inches away, as if any of things would help her*
"Eeeeeeeeeh!* she moans in anticipation through her pursed lips as the fuse is only milimeters from the stick. The fuse disappears into the stick and goes silent...*
"Huh? the maid opens her eyes and looks down at the stick between her boobs. "I think its a dud..." she says as she nudges the stick with fingers, inspecting it and moving her boobs around.
Suddenly a clutch of sparks spurt forth from the dynamite.
"Uh oh-" she meekly says looking back up to you before...
*BANG*
The dynamite goes off and with a black and red puff of smoke the poor maid explodes in a mess of blue clone-goo and black and white uniform tatters. Her goo splatters the room and paints your blastshield. A pair of pink panties land on the corner of table with a dainty trail of smoke coming off of it.