Uchiha Madara [Part 9; FINISHED GODDDD]
It was perfect, right? Totally foolproof. Genius. Memorable. Probably the best soda commercial to ever make you crave carbonation and tits. But now, now that the pool had been entirely emptied and the fizzy liquid was being rapidly pumped in, and just as rapidly bubbling over, suddenly this idea seemed to be way out of his control. That was, until a female employee in a bikini set to bet in the commercial slipped on the foam and fell on her ass, her rather large breasts bouncing hard enough for her bikini top to come off. Of course she just laughed it off with everybody else, but Madara marched right over. For a moment she seemed to be afraid of him, especially when he grabbed two hands full of soda foam and placed it perfectly over her chest.
"Sir...?" She had asked, as his eyes squinted and he stared at her chest intently, watching the foam to see how quickly the air made it vanish. Seemed to hold up well enough. And right before everything got awkward, he sat back, pointing at the other girls standing around in various colored bikinis.
"All of you lose your tops. Copy Miss Foamy here." This endorsement deal was sealed, definitely. There was nothing that sex couldn't sell.
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