Rejection of a flat-chested girl

"That hurt, you bastard" Becky cried out, rubbing her ass. Her handbag landed in
front of her with a little thud, and she bend to grab it. She felt a breeze
of cold air on her naked body, but before she realized the reason, Ken had
kicked her in the ass, catapulting her out into the hallway. She hit her face
on the floor, hard, and it took her a while to even feel the pain radiating from
her butt. There was a very noticeable red print of Ken's boot on it, now.
"Asshole" she whined quietly.

"Give me back my clothes!" she demanded, but her voice sounded a little bit pleading
now. She felt relief when her skirt and blouse were thrown in her face, and her heels
dropped in front of her. She pulled on the skirt, then asked "where's my bra?".

Ken snorted "Grow some tits before you start wearing a bra - I'll throw your falsies
in the trash. Get lost, I wasted enough time on you."

"I bet it turns you on to treat me like that, you sicko" she spat. "Don't flatter
yourself - nobody is turned on by that sight." he slammed the door shut and turned
off the hallway light.
   
Becky groped for her top in the dark, and put in on. After a little searching she located
her shoes, too. He'd been a real gentleman when he brought her here from the bar, she
recollected. She'd worn her nicest skirt, a beautiful blouse, golden "fuck-me" sandals
with the highest heels she was able to walk in. Just before she went out, she'd removed
her panties, making the firm decision not to need them that day. She'd felt quite sexy,
with her nice lacy bra... no he was right, it was silly to refer to it as a bra. She
didn't have any tits, and there was nothing she could put into it.

She stumbled down the stairs of the apartment building and let herself out. There was a
slight drizzle as she made her way to the bus station. "I wish I had huge big breasts ...
or any breasts, at least." she thought to herself. There was no point lying to herself
though ... that's not what she wished for when she honestly thought about it. It wasn't
even that she wished that similar events hadn't happened a few times already, or that she
wished she wasn't quite so turned on by the rejection and humiliation. She just wanted to
be fucked as well.