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"Her budding breasts became the envy of all the girls in class." Sigh, such a typical guy thing to write. Fortunately, I managed to get access to Vieregg's DeviantArt account before he could post all his lame male fantasies about my teenage life. So, I am writing this to you guys, so you can get the story straight from the source.
No, unlike what Vieregg wants to tell you, I wasn't the school slut screwing every boy and girl in my class. Nor was I a prudish priest daughter who went wild, the hot shy girl or hot sassy cheerleader who dated the school shock jock. No guys, I wasn't anything like that.
And I am Norwegian. I grew up in Norway, so I couldn't have been a cheerleader. My life wasn't a cool Hollywood college drama. I grew up in a dinky little inland town in the Eastfold province, where nothing was going on. I couldn't wait to move away and to Oslo. I didn't really get along with the girls in my class. They accused me of being insensitive. I am not. I just don't know very well how to do girl talk. I remember a good friend who was talking about some problem. I felt bad for my friend, but I didn't know what to say. My friend thought I didn't care or thought I acted cold.
Boys are easier to deal with. You can talk shit and nobody get feelings hurt. Except Vieregg. I had two older brothers, Even and Odd. My parents were not very good at English and didn't realize how dumb their names would sound in English. Everyone abroad thinks I am joking when I tell them my brothers are named Even and Odd. But those are common Norwegian boy's names!
I got into working on cars because of my brothers and dad. One of the few interesting things in my hometown was the local AmCar club. I grew up fixing old classic American and beat up Volvos. We used to do races on dirt roads. I got in trouble with the police more than once. So, I wasn't lying in bed getting screwed by jocks. I was lying under cars getting oil spilled on me. Not very sexy. Well, I never know what fetish you guys have. Bet you are already imagining me naked under the car, getting covered in oil while touching myself. Yuck, no thanks!
I wasn't going on dates. I was one of the guys. We had recordings of engine sounds which we played on the stereo for fun. We were a bunch of dumb petrol heads. My dad, Steinar Wang, was an outdoors guy who liked to take me hunting. And no, we are not Chinese. A lot of people who see my name think I am a Chinese girl. Wang is actually a normal Norwegian last name. The name is derived from Vang, which means plain or gathering spot.
It was because I was into guys stuff that I ended up at Vieregg Industries later in life. I started studying automation and mechanical engineering in my province. Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I met new people and decided to go to Oslo. Vieregg Industries wasn't like the guys I grew up with. Those engineers were a bunch of geeks who came in their pants because they had to work with a girl like me. At the time, my boobs had started getting big enough to be a real problem. Not just from back pain, but also just dealing with guys gawking at me.
Home in Eastfold the guys didn't treat me like that. We could joke about it. I was one of them. We could take shit. But those sensitive West side Oslo boys were another story. Didn't help that Vieregg sucked at running his company. Let us face it he has an unhealthy obsession with big boobs. I am sure that is why he hired me in the first place. I have asked him about this, but he denies it. Vieregg is a terrible liar, though. He is an asshole, but an honest one, which is why he sucks at lying. The problem is that Vieregg has no willpower. He does something fucked up that he regrets shortly after.
But maybe we were meant for each other because I am screwed up in my own way. Although that is to a large degree his fault. He brought me over to the Imperial Norwegian Matriarchy. Okay, that is partly my fault. I thought it would be cool to finally be in charge and not have dumb horny boys ogling me all the time and getting a whole engineer team engaged in coming up with a solution to my back problems so I could keep my big boobs. Imagine how sad that is? Several of those male engineers had to get mental health care after I had my breast reduction. Can you blame me for wanting to get away from screwed up guys like that?
But thrown into the Matriarchy meant also getting a different life story. It is like I had two childhoods. The matriarchy childhood was messed up. My mom was a racist white supremacist. I grew up on the West coast then. I was in the girls Hird, which was like a paramilitary organization. I got trained for warfare from far too young an age. We received hate training. It is why I am a bit messed up, and you probably think I am a real bitch sometimes. Actually, you didn't see much of that because Vieregg was nice enough to not share with you some of the bad stuff I did over in Neo Dixie.
As dumb as Vieregg Cruises is, I am actually glad I am there now. I didn't like the person I was turning into in Neo Dixie. I think Vieregg could see that too. If we had kept rescuing human cows, I would have started becoming guilt of many war crimes. In fact, I am already wanted for war crimes in Neo Dixie.
Fortunately, Vieregg is pretty chill. A normal boss would have fired me a long time ago. I punched a customer yesterday. Vieregg sucks at lying, but he actually pulled off a good lie to explain and excuse my behavior. He isn't good at very much, but he is very talented at sugarcoating problems. I suck at that.
But he should come through for me because he has been giving me many weird jobs to get back and me. I don't think he quite forgave me for his experience traveling with the LZ Noctilucent 42 airship. But I still laugh thinking about how many pussies he had to lick and the expression he had on his face. Why can't he let me enjoy that moment?
Maybe that is why I am responsible for massage at the Cruise, and Vieregg wrote on the menu that I do body massage. Nope, I will not be rubbing my naked body against yours, and I am not giving you any boob massage. If you ask for any of those items on the menu, I'll break your nose! Vieregg can try to invent excuses for that afterward. Should give some good exercise for his silver tongue. Sure I get horny all the time, like any Matriarchy girl. Vieregg forgot to mention that detail when he pulled me over to the Matriarchy. Sure, in Imperial Norway no boy can ogle you without getting into trouble, but the price you pay is constantly being horny.
But I have no intention of screwing every guy. Vieregg is going to have to take care of my needs. He is the source of the problem, so he should take care of it. Yet, he fucks it up. I know he wants me. A dead giveaway, how hard he gets inside me each time I manage to drag him to bed. Afterward, he acts as if it never happened. He keeps insisting that as the story maker, he needs to remain neutral and not be screwing his "characters." Always makes me feel so valued as a person when I get described as a "character."
I got feelings too. Just because I am bad at talking about them or expressing them doesn't mean I don't have them. Who wants to be nothing but an entertaining character with big boobs? If only I could make Vieregg a bit more normal. No more human milking cows, rape prisons and whatever else sick stuff he gets into. There is hope. Neo Dixie regime could end, and Imperial Norway is on its way to becoming more normal.
This cruise ship is a good test to see if Norwegian matriarchy girls can learn to deal with regular guys. We both have a lot of prejudice to deal with. I know I got to work on myself and not resort to violence each time a guy is acting like a sexist asshole.
Maybe you didn't learn that much about me reading this. You guys should write to me with any questions you have and I will try to answer. I know how to sneak into his account and reply using his account. Of course, you risk Vieregg taking over and making up some shit about me.
