Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 18:44:56 EDT
From: Dexter Lake <Cr21964@aol.com>
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.