Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 18:44:56 EDT From: Dexter Lake Subject: Plus Size Models The following story is fiction. Big fat lesbian fiction depicting deviant sexual practices that are harmless fun so long as they remain hypothetical that could become dangerous or worse yet distasteful if attempted here in the real world. This is a story by a consenting adult for other consenting adults. Kids should not read it. Kids should also say no to drugs. Kids should be seen and not heard, they should stay in school even after they graduate and honor thy Father and Mother or else. It was closing time and Lucia was experiencing tightness in her chest and shortness of breath that was becoming all too familiar to her at this lonesome hour of the morning. A regular named Jones who was an ogre that always wore a ski hat and sunglasses and had flames tattooed on his large forearms was diluting his inhibitions in order to strengthen his resolve to ask her out. Even though his piggish eyes were concealed by sunglasses Lucia could still feel Jones leering at her. "Hey Lucy another beer please?" Requested the sad creature on the losing end of the bar. "Bar's closed Jones." Lucia informed him. "I suppose I knew that already." Jones lamented. The ogre politely excused himself and made his way to the restroom. The rubenesque lady bartender knew precisely what Jones was doing in the foul little restroom. Apparently mixing Bloody Mary's and beer all evening was not sufficient preparation for certain rejection. The fat oafish barfly filled Lucia with righteous contempt. When Jones returned he had residual courage on the tip of his bulbous nose. Here it comes Lucia thought to herself. Jones cleared his throat "Lucy when you are done closing up would you like to go get something to eat?" Lucia considered laughing at Jones but she was not near as heartless as she should have been. "I would Jones but I am a lesbian." This was a lie she hadn't told to anyone in almost five years. Like a lot of people in the years of turbulent euphoria following the release of Nirvana's Smells like Teen Spirit Lucia had claimed to be bisexual but she had disregarded that falsehood about the same time she threw away her nose ring. Jones glared at her. " All you had to say was no." The hopeless little man began to rise from his barstool and make good his exit. Something extremely feminine within Lucia would not let Jones leave until she was convinced that he was convinced she had not been lying. "Seriously Jones I am so a lesbian. I used to date that girl there." Lucia implored while gesturing to an anonymous woman in a darkened corner of the bar. Jones sat back down upon his barstool and carefully examined Lucia from head to toe. "No." Said Jones nodding sagely. " You are too poetically curvaceous. If you were really a lesbian that would be too awesome. I would go home certain people were as good at heart as my Mom said they were because you were not averse to eating pussy but..." Jones stopped to light a cigarette. "I know what people really are and so I know what you are." Lucia was enraged at being revealed in this matter. "Your Mom was right Jones because I love eating pussy. To me fish tastes like pussy not vice versa. Ask that girl in the corner in the corner if you don't believe me." Lucia bluffed. "We broke up because I was such a fiend that I would constantly embarrass her in public due to the strength of my addiction and my woeful lack of resolve in the face of it." Jones dismissed Lucia with a chuckle. "I understand completely Lucy. You see I had a similar jones for cock." Jones chuckled once again at his own paltry play on words. "I have blown every guy in here for fun and profit but I have blown none with as much enthusiasm as I save for Teddy." Teddy was the captain of the bar's rugby team and he was currently escorting one of his many female admirers to her car. Jones rose from his barstool the manic chunk of God's junk brushed the startled young lady aside. Jones then grabbed the humorless behemoth by the pride of his high school letterman's jacket declaring loudly for all the bar's patrons to hear. " Don't waste your time with this little tart Teddy. I can see just by looking in her eyes that she lacks imagination. I bet she doesn't even have the gene for tongue rolling." It was an ill-advised moment of levity on the part of Jones. Teddy didn't suffer fools gladly and he had never liked Jones very much. After a certain amount of recuperation Jones slowly, painfully managed to crawl back on his stool. His face was a mask of blood "I know you said the bar was closed Lucy but I believe I have earned another beer." Lucia relented and handed Jones an unopened bottle of Budweiser, which she informed the battered barfly would be on the house. Jones smiled at her revealing freshly chipped teeth. Lucia also handed Jones several napkins but he ignored them. He seemed genuinely puzzled by Teddy's virulently unfriendly attitude towards him. " I can't believe Teddy would treat me so after all those beautiful moments we had together in the men's room? Oh that's right." Jones reminded himself. "I was just bullshitting to try and make a point and nothing like that has ever happened." Lucia looked around the almost empty bar but the girl she had told Jones whose love she had once been addicted to was no longer there. Jones had slid his glasses up on top of his head, which caused Lucia to suppress a small gasp. He revealed one eye that was baby blue and one that was milky white and presumably blind. "It happened during a fight with my Mom" Jones informed her. "She stabbed me with an ice pick. I learned a valuable lesson that day. There are three things you never ask a woman about. Her age, her weight or whether or not you can borrow her spanking videos." Jones voice was softer and more sincere now. He looked Lucia right in the eye. "I bet you didn't even know that girls name." Jones gestured to the seat in the bar once occupied by Lucia's mythical ladylove. " I have some idea how it is for you. You're a big strong girl but you are still a girl and you work all by yourself. You couldn't help but be a little threatened by all the riff-raff that hangs out here. I am sure you are consistently the focus of unwanted and drunken attention and so you tell people you are a lesbian to deflect some of that attention. Am I right?" Jones looked plaintively at Lucia. Lucia took a deep defeated breath. "Fine." She told Jones. "You win. I'm not a lesbian." Jones smiled at her and then finished his beer. Then Jones wiped some blood off his face with the back of his hand. "So you want to go get something to eat when you are done closing up?" Asked Jones. "No." Said Lucia coolly. Jones slid his sunglasses over his eyes and dismounted his barstool. "See." Jones said to Lucia. "Was that so very hard?" Then Jones threw up all over himself and passed out, sliding onto the floor in a disgusting heap. "Merciful Christ." Lucia said to no one in particular. "There just has to be a better way of making a living?" Lucia was wrong. Given the right situation there are very few careers as emotionally and spiritually rewarding as tending bar. It was just that working at Lucky's was not one of those golden situations. The very next night was a dreary and rainy affair. When the Sun was safely beneath the horizon and there was no reminder of it's light anywhere in the sky Jones came in with his sister Nicole. They both ordered boilermakers. Lucia served them with false competence and forced enthusiasm. While Lucia was attending to customers on the Russian front of the bar Lucia detected with her superb peripheral vision that Jones was covertly gesturing in her direction while at the same time whispering in his sister's ear. The dweeb probably thought he was being inscrutable. He was wrong. Five years as a bartender and an extremely contentious childhood had forced Lucia to develop acute selective hearing. She could hear a condom being opened in an apartment three doors down and sleep peacefully while a gun was fired right next to her ear. If Lucia wanted she could have listened to every enlightening syllable of Jones report to his sister even amid the growing din of the Lucky's regulars but the buxom bartender decided not to care. Nicole who was bigger then her brother slapped Jones hard upside the back of his head and then gestured to the exit. Jones slithered out of the bar with a surprising amount of dignity given who he was and what had just happened. Nicole who had already finished her own helped herself to her brother's beer and shot and then promptly ordered another round from Lucia. Nicole stayed at her stool most of the evening drinking and glaring at Lucia in a friendly sort of way. When the crowd at the bar had thinned out and there where only three or four other lost souls present the blue eyed beast gestured once again towards Lucia. "Another round?" Asked the lady bartender. "No thanks. My name's Nicole by the way. I know" Lucia informed her. "You've been in here before we've even talked before." Nicole was not easily embarrassed. "Yeah well. I still have to drive to Rockford tonight and I don't want to get too far north of buzzed. You know you're a very pretty girl. Thank you." Said Lucia with no real enthusiasm. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Lucia's synapses began to fire reflexively as the barkeep tried to divine a clear path to extricate herself from the situation she believed she was about to find herself in. "How much do you weigh?" If this was a come-on it was a new one. "My drivers license says I weigh a hundred and forty pounds." Lucia replied delicately managing to avoid a lie and then adding. "But I've been told I could play anywhere from one thirty to two hundred pounds." The outrageously Nordic young woman laughed at this. Which was an abominable sound in the tranquility of the bar at this waning hour. When she had finished her sonic graffiti. Nicole told the skittish bartender. "Funny you should say that Lucia." She produced a business card from her wallet and handed it across the bar. Lucia took the card and pretended to read it. "I run an agency that deals exclusively in plus sized models." Now Lucia really did read the card. The legend across the top revealed that Nicole was President of the Jones Modeling Agency. Lucia wondered if there was a Vice President. What she asked instead was. "Your last name is Jones?" Nicole nodded. "Then what is your brother's first name? Who cares." Now it was Lucia's turn to laugh unpleasantly. Nicole settled up and left a tip twice as large as her bill and her bill had been almost as big as her. "Call the number on the card. I can get a lot of work for a girl like you and modeling will dramatically increase your standard of living I promise you." Nicole said by way of parting. Lucia put the card in her pocket where it would wait until a moment of weakness. Lucia was a girl who never went too long in between moments of weakness. This particular moment of weakness blew her off just when she needed him most. Lucia found the long forgotten business card in the pocket of her work jeans at the tail end of a Scotch drunk she could ill afford. Nicole picked up the phone in the middle of its first ring and recognized Lucia's voice immediately, which as an event was quite unusual. Lucia often had to remind her own Mother who she was on the rare occasion that she called home but then Lucia was the middle child of an extremely large family. Nicole told Lucia to meet her at photography studio down in the city at nine in the A.M. on the upcoming Saturday. When Lucia was sure she had written down the correct address she tried to ask Nicole if there was anything special she needed to do or to bring but the large, determined woman had already hung up. Lucia found the studio quite easily. The shoot was a wholly unremarkable experience accept for the free wine which circumstance had cruelly forced her to politely decline. Lucia's long held suspicion that anyone who claimed that modeling was really hard work was misinformed and probably had not been exposed to very much of the wider world was confirmed. Nicole gleefully oversaw the entire operation such as it was and when the day was over she invited Lucia and another girl back to her apartment for dinner. Lucia didn't really want to go but she had taken the train down to the city and want she really didn't want to do was go home on it. Nicole owned this year's Cadillac, which was a very good thing because the three were far too much combined woman to ride back to the suburbs in anything less. Nicole sang along with the songs on the radio, which did nothing to improve Lucia's opinion of her. Lucia took some comfort that the obnoxious cow had not known the lyrics to Mannish Boy. Nicole's apartment was surprisingly modest given the commission she demanded from her girls. Dinner was pizza and more wine that Lucia could not drink and so she tried her level best to get drunk on Moose Tracks ice cream. After dessert Nicole offered the two girls tabs of acid. "I made it myself." Nicole proudly declared. "And the sheet is a picture of my pussy I took with a digital camera. How many do you want?" The other girl a dark Mediterranean type who Lucia had to admit was the most beautiful obese woman she had ever seen helped herself to three. Lucia nodded her head sadly. "I can't. I'm pregnant" Lucia's abstinence made Nicole petulant and she was already corpulent. "If you don't want any just say so. You don't have to lie." The hefty entrepreneur showed no sign of being touched at being one of the first two human beings to which Lucia had revealed her troublesome secret. The Mediterranean was more understanding. "Do you want some more ice cream?" Lucia smiled and told her that yes that is exactly what she wanted. Lucia sat on the couch in the living room with a freshly opened quart. The other girl sat next to her drinking wine. Nicole had gone into her bedroom to change. In ten short minutes she emerged wearing a black concert tee and nothing else. Copious amounts of pale flesh billowed out from underneath Tom Petty's smiling face. Nicole had videotape in her hand, which she took and placed in the deck of her v.c.r. This was a suspiciously vigorous task that necessitated bending over in front of her guests. Neither girl could help looking. The Mediterranean leaned over and stage whispered to Lucia. "I think it's starting to kick in." Lucia was neither impressed nor concerned the Moose Tracks also must have been starting to kick in. Nicole came and sat down next to the other girl. "Where the hell is that remote?" Nicole asked the question but she seemed to know the answer. "I think your sitting on it." Nicole told the other girl. In order to locate the pesky remote Nicole was forced to grope all around her employee's ass and thighs eventually removing the girl's pants in a giggly and otherwise improbable search that ended in a French kiss. Nicole had the remote now. The President of the Jones Modeling Agency was relieved. The Mediterranean was visibly disappointed. Lucia was halfway through her quart already. Nicole started the movie it was a deliciously revolting needlessly black and white slice of orgiastic lesbo cinema. Lucia supposed that some would call it a classic but it didn't do very much for her and she was the only one still watching it. The ice cream was long since gone. Lucia thought about having just a teensy glass of wine but the plentiful former bartender knew she would never stop at just one and the first glass would very likely not be teensy. She'd already had her ill advised scotch binge and Lucia knew if the child in her womb ever ended up taking special education classes the hazy memories of that night would haunt her. Lucia got up from the couch and made her way towards the kitchen. She rummaged around in Nicole's refrigerator and eventually decided to have a glass of apple juice. Lucia took her juice back into the living room. Why Nicole had even bothered with the movie was a mystery, the action on the screen was quite tame compared to the wanton carnality that was being perpetrated on the couch. " You guys are making a mess." Lucia scolded the pair but the two girls noisily ignored her. Lucia sat back down next to them. She picked up the remote from where it had been fervently discarded hours previously. Lucia tried to find something suitable on TV but it refused to meet her halfway. The mother to be eventually resigned herself to fate and turned the v.c.r. back on. She rewound Nicole's movie and started to watch the neglected masterpiece once more this time without judgement. "If they are sincere they are really into it, If they are faking they are great actresses. Who are you talking to?" Nicole demanded of Lucia. All that fucking had not ruined her make-up the expectant mother made a mental note to ask her new boss what sort of paint she preferred. "Where did Portia go?" Lucia asked. Nicole momentarily ignored the question and went into the kitchen to procure a Coke from within the refrigerator. The unrepentant sexual harasser re-entered the living room popped the top off her pop and guzzled it in an endearingly disgusting display before offering her explanation for the Mediterranean's sudden disappearance. "She had to go home and get some sleep. She has another shoot in the morning." Lucia was hurt. "Why her? Why not me? You are not ready to do the work that is being done tomorrow. It is highly pornographic in nature." Nicole emphasized this disclosure with a loud belch and then she laughed at herself for belching then the unquenchable leviathan sat violently next to Lucia. "Do you mind if I eat your pussy? What makes you think I'm into that sort of thing?" Lucia asked defensively. "Well you watched my favorite porno twice and you didn't have to. The Simpson's was on." Nicole answered her. "Besides Jonesy told me you were bent that way. Well it was a newer Simpson's. Which is not my favorite." Lucia lamely replied. "Besides don't you think you've had enough?" Nicole smiled. "Don't you ever get tired of asking that question?" The top button was already popped on her jeans in a vain attempt at comfort. Lucia struggled to remove her pants and then Nicole helpfully removed Lucia's panties with her teeth and at long last comfort was achieved. Nicole gave good head that much was sure. Almost all of the men Lucia had been with professed to love head but quickly moved past it when it came time to prove their love. Nicole must have loved head. If she didn't love it then it was a testament to her inherent sexual generosity that she gave so much head so well. Lucia would have been on cloud nine if it weren't for her nagging heterosexuality. As the hours wore on and the sucking and licking and nibbling continued and continued the soon to be unwed mother grew anxious and finally bored. She thought about watching another movie. Lucia had noticed earlier that Nicole had Arsenic and Old Lace in her personal film library. Nicole who was a very attentive lover sensed that she was losing Lucia looked up at her paramour sweetly and silently open to suggestion. Lucia took pity on the big lug. "Do you have a strap-on?" She asked hopefully. Nicole nodded her head sadly no. Then after an awkward pause Nicole grew dangerously excitable. "I got something better then a strap-on!" The big lusty woman tore apartment her apartment searching. Lucia who remained on the couch smiled at how cute her new boss was when she was in this state. Nicole found what she was looking for a silvery blue .357 magnum. Lucia stopped smiling and wished to heaven or hell she had not found that business card and that she was anywhere but here right now. Then Lucia really started to look at the weapon. It's size, it's shape, and it's glory. Nicole exalted the weapon above her head as though it were the answer to everything. "Jonesy got it for me for my birthday last year." Nicole gushed. "He said he stole it from a dentist's office but I don't really believe he'd have the balls. It's probably legal." The President seemed disappointed and made this last revelation as though she were confessing a sin to her terrified employee. Lucia was scared that much was true but the inescapable fact was that Nicole had ate too much of her pussy too long and the unreconstructed bartender needed finishing badly. "It's not loaded is it?" Lucia was tentative but practical. "You know I have never even bothered to find out." Nicole admitted. She pointed the gun at the ceiling and closed her eyes then she pulled the trigger as quickly as she could twelve times in succession. "I guess it's not loaded." After this display Lucia asked Nicole if her apartment was on the top floor of the building. It had been a long and pleasantly stressful evening and the poor girl honestly could not remember. "The Old Lady who lives above me must be like a hundred. Her husband died like fifty years ago." Nicole assured her. She put down the large potentially deadly phallus "I know I got lube around here somewhere." Lucia leisurely fingered herself during her bosses purposeful chaos. Nicole located the lube and picked the gun up from the coffee table on which she had left it. Then she knelt down in front of Lucia grinning cruelly. "I'm gonna rock your world Senorita." Lucia thought of something. "I have condoms in my purse. That's a good idea." Said Nicole. "That'll really take the edge off." Nicole found Lucia's purse and rifled through it quickly locating the condoms. "This pack is unopened. No wonder you're pregnant." The gun was sheathed and lubed and Lucia's pussy was lovingly prepared. Nicole carefully violated her friend and colleague. It wasn't long before Lucia felt that her Boss was being too careful and swore at her to go harder and faster. "What kind of Man are you?" Asked Lucia with no small amount of contempt and derision. "Fuck me with that thing you useless lump!" Nicole gritted her teeth and punished Lucia wonderfully. The dam was about to burst and they both knew it. Reflexively Nicole started to pull the trigger letting the hammer fall again and again with careless ferocity. Lucia usually faked but this moment was very real. Nicole who was quite worldly was stunned by the noise and the flood. They were both very tired. There wasn't enough room for two women of girth on the couch so the two fell asleep together on the floor spooning. Lucia left the gun inside her while she slept and took it home with her in the morning. She went back to her job at Lucky's and never worked for Nicole again. Eight and a half months later Lucia gave birth to a boy named she named George Herman Manuel who eventually grew to be a man and finally a Senator. He cast the deciding vote to repeal the second amendment. A decision of pure guts that kept him from being re-elected. So there you go.