Bimbos

This is a pilot episode for a new series I am working on enjoy.

Miss Vita

Joe Farelli sat on the porcelain, thumbing through his cell phone. He was agitated and was destined to be late for work again if he didn't hurry. Yet some business could not be rushed. Even the strong black coffee hadn't helped his situation, he really needed to eat better he chastised. However, he never took himself up on that particular challenge. Cooking for one sucked, and restaurant food was so damn good.

The world news once again looked bleak, the entire country was going to shit, and an election loomed. Two equally unappealing candidates, he was afraid for his future no matter who he chose. Perhaps he would sit it out this year. He swiped the world conflict away with a grimace and decided to look at something more cheerful. No matter how innocuous his reading began, usually with 'Hooked on the Look' segments. The only reason he kept a Facebook, mostly his internet searches denigrated into looking at the 'harder' stuff.

Porn hub loomed alluringly on his browser, he glanced at the time and willed his body to hurry, but again became lost as his wandering eyes alighted on an unbelievably huge pair of breasts and a deep fathomless cleavage. He became entranced very quickly. Now this was the kind of woman he craved, the 'hour glass' kind of girl, and he had dated his fair share. However right now he was lonely, Rhonda had left him only two weeks before, and the pain was still fresh.

Finally, the smallest fruition to his bathroom mission, it wasn't remotely satisfying, but it would have to do. Joe hauled up his trousers and wished he could have worn something more comfortable than a business suit today. However, there were many meetings scheduled and he had to look his best. He wished it was the weekend not Monday, and he could have spent more time looking at those wide hips and heaving breasts, but he was late as it was.

He crossed the carpet, slipped on his shoes, and gathered up his car keys and wallet. His only company Salt, a black and white tuxedo cat sauntered by. The creature acknowledged him with a single meow as he made to leave. Salt wasn't much of a companion Joe mused, he was empty like the last three women he had dated. He was an aging cat. He had chosen him from the shelter rather hastily, after losing his previous and most beloved cat in terrible circumstances. He should have waited, but Salt was here and he would have to do.

The drive to work wasn't far, but the traffic was congested. Joe swore at the other drivers profusely from the comfort of the inside of his air-conditioned Jeep. Something he would never rightly do to their faces, because he was, as many said, a polite and rather likable guy. However, when he was behind the wheel it was different, it was like testosterone freely flowed. He was a road warrior.

"Get a fuckon moving already Bitch!" He yelled, "can't you drive!" No one could hear him though, and that was a comfort to Joe, he had to vent his frustration somewhere. He looked at the clock on his dash and growled. Why did everyone have to drive so slowly and uncertainly when he was so very, very late. At least it was not half as bad as last Friday when an accident had left him waiting in traffic for over thirty minutes. His supervisor was going to be pissed at him, late now two days in a row.

He could remember when he had been in college learning all he could about computer science and networking. That time seemed far distant. He had recently turned forty, he was no fresh-faced college graduate anymore, and his career in IT now seemed stale and all too limiting. Sure, he could change jobs, perhaps get work in the private sector, but it all seemed just as dreary as his very existence had become. What he really craved was a mate to share it all with. That perfect one, but where the hell was she?

Finally, he pulled into his parking space, he was well over fifteen minutes late. He hadn't even had time to stop and get his usual breakfast biscuit and sausage. He hoped there were some good pastries or doughnuts left by the time he got off for lunch at the canteen. He rode the elevator to the eleventh floor and went straight to his cubicle. Wishing he had an office. He had constantly been promised one, but he sensed after five years that the management was just humoring him. He hoped that no one would notice his late entrance.

No such luck, his supervisor Peter looked out of his glass door with a scowl of disapproval, at once rounding on him with a request. "We have a screwed up DNS server and they need you to take a look at it, and Ayleen's printer isn't working."

"On it," Joe said, slipping off his gray suit coat and draping it over the back of his swivel chair. Anything to avoid a dressing down for his second late infraction in days. All his supervisor ever saw or remembered was the bad things. He never once gave credit for all the times Joe stayed late fighting with a server or fending off a DDOS attack.

He really wanted to check his phone, so he attempted that on the way to the server room. At least there he could have some privacy. He felt the constant need to check his messages on the various dating sites he frequented. He had hit pay dirt once, so why not try his luck again? My, sweet Vita had been a doozy, and living with her had been a bittersweet, and a rather strange experience.

He had met her on a kink site of all places called Collar Me. He had never thought she was real actually, she had only been nineteen, and well he was in his early thirties at the time. A distant moment in time when the country felt prosperous, and the future buoyant. So much had changed in so few years. She hailed from West Virginia, had pale skin, and stunning green eyes, the kind a man could get lost in. Coupled with long straight silky caramel hair. She loved so many of the things he did. They were both big gamers, and they spent a lot of time initially on headsets learning about each other and adventuring with their avatars. He remembered even to this day, the name of her avatar was Little Miss Gremory. She had very much seemed like the perfect woman for him. A little submissive, and a tad shy. They had met finally after many months, and Joe realized very swiftly that Vita was the real deal.

He made the server room and began to deal with the recalcitrant server, the minor problem with IPs was solved fairly swiftly. As he had suspected it would be. He checked the various inboxes on his dating sites, but as usual, there were no replies to the messages he had sent out from his previous evening's browsing. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped dejectedly. He really wondered how he might ever connect to anyone at the rate his success was going. He didn't want this to be like the cat scenario though, where on the rebound he just thought he could adopt another one, and the damage was mitigated. His personality and inclination were though to try and immediately fill the void. Sometimes it just didn't pan out. He really needed to get over Rhonda's departure from his life first. So he put her out of his mind and went back to the exercise of remembering Vita.

His rubber-soled shoes squeaked as he traversed the gray tiled hallways toward Ayleen's errant printer. He was sure the problem was the woman and not the machine, she was pretty clueless.

Vita had moved in with him very shortly after that initial date. She had previously been living with family, and from the gist of what she had revealed, was very unhappy. She seemed enamored of Joe's brand-new upscale apartment, and he would laugh at her as she thought the jewelry displayed in Walmart was expensive. He had to take her to Jared's in an attempt to dispel that myth.

He had lavished on her all of his love. Even if she didn't quite fit the mold of what he wanted 'her' to be. She didn't possess that classic hourglass figure, her breasts were small, and her hips, well to begin with a little too slim for his tastes.

He would go off to work daily, but Vita never ventured into the workforce. Previously she had worked a time for Hobby Lobby, and at Toys R Us before they closed forever. However, she showed little inclination to work at all once she had relocated to Joe's apartment. She sat at home and indulged in snacking and marathon computer game sessions. At first, Joe didn't mind, it was fun to have a fellow gamer by his side. There would be someone at home to do the housework he reasoned, and to look after his best buddy, the illustrious Invader Zim. Zim was a cat with a huge personality, and he was the strangest color to boot. He had black fur with white tips in places, making him look like a silver fox rabbit. A rare and beautiful companion. Joe doted on him, he was after all in his bachelorhood the best of company.

However, as time progressed Vita became one with sloth. Online she had alluded to the fact she was a great cook, but not once did she use the range. If it didn't heat in the microwave Vita gave cooking a hard pass. As the months went by the rather svelte woman became with her constant diet of sodas and convenience snacking coupled with the inactivity of the gaming pastime, rather hefty.

He reached Ayleen's office, and she was on the phone. She gestured him by. He could not help but notice her long red fingernails. He was feeling horribly frisky today, tonight being solo was going to be hell. Now Ayleen was very appealing to him, a few years younger, she was blonde and busty and wore tight-fitting tops that accentuated her wondrous cleavage. He'd like a woman like that, she reminded him of Rhonda. Pity she was recently married.

As usual, it was just some cord that needed to be plugged in. He could never understand why Ayleen could not keep any of her devices connected. Once she didn't even have it plugged into the power! That solved he looked at his watch, she was still on the phone. So he excused himself and headed for his meeting. Yet another one on the latest cyber security threats. Nothing he didn't already know he was sure, but he was expected to attend.

He reached the meeting room a little before everyone sat, so he capitalized on the opportunity and grabbed himself the second coffee of the day. His stomach in the absence of that biscuit and sausage was already growling forcing him to distraction. He was sure he didn't really need to pay attention for the next hour though, and the heavily sugared coffee might curb his appetite at least a little until lunch.

Back to his seat and dreaming of other things as the meeting opened. Yes, Vita, she had become a rather large pudgy potato in the space of less than a year. He came home daily to an unkempt home, and nothing was ever prepared for the evening meal. The sex was lousy too, and she was visually very unappealing to a man whose primary fetish was those hourglass curves. Joe tried to make it work. He suggested they regularly walk in the park, maybe that activity could help her shift some of the newly gained poundage, and bought her a membership at the gym which she halfheartedly used. He suspected she only went there to get a smoothie.

She used his credit card to frequently shop online. She never bought anything expensive, but she seemed to buy the same stretchy black dress over and over. At least that's how it looked to Joe's eyes. She looked like a misshapen potato stuffed into a thin black bag. He would just nod and pretend she looked great. Perhaps it was partly his fault, and sometimes he just wished that she would have bought something a little more expensive and better constructed that might have lent support to her milky white cellulite distorted figure.

Luckily they were not married, and he hadn't told his mother he was even dating let alone living with this girl. He had always intended to, but he could never find the time or the words on their once-a-week telephone call. He knew why though, deep down Vita was not the one. He should never have rushed into the relationship. His neat home was in chaos, and his libido on seeing her in his bed nonexistent.

The meeting was ended, and the usual conversations about potential new threats and strategies. Nothing he hadn't already studied in his free time. Joe did like to keep on top of his work even if his mind sometimes wandered off track horribly just as it did today. He raked his fingers through his curly chestnut hair and reminded himself it was time for a haircut. Perhaps he could squeeze it in this Saturday before the barber closed.

Time at last for lunch. Some of his work colleagues were seated there at the far table, but today he simply wanted to be alone. He had no inclination for company small talk, it was all the same regurgitated stuff over and over. So he chose a chocolate iced doughnut and a coke. His diet maybe could begin this weekend. That seemed as good a time as any to begin. He was getting over Rhonda after all.

He waved at his friends and made some excuse he needed to study up on the latest threats to cyber security and sat at a far table all alone. At once back to his musings from his past.

Vita may have stayed, at least much longer than she had. Joe had swiftly begun to suspect that Vita wasn't a particularly bright or observant girl. She left everything open, cupboard doors, the refrigerator, the clothes dryer. Of course, young Invader Zim found this a boon. He ended up venturing into everything. Most of his antics were quite harmless, or at worst a nuisance. Like the time he got into the wardrobe, and covered Joe's finest suits with a horrid layer of cat hair after pulling them off their hangers and clawing at the fabrics pulling threads. He had trouble being angry at his feline friend, it was Vita's fault after all.

Part of him wanted her gone, and he confessed he was looking for an excuse. However Joe was a nice guy, he cared about people's feelings, even a sloth like Vita. However, he was tired of the cat hair and kitty litter grit in all his carpets. The dirty dishes always sitting in piles on the sink. He swore she had no idea how to activate the vacuum or use a broom. The chip bag wrappers on the floor and the empty plastic soda bottles. Worse even the makeup dust that had descended on every surface in his bedroom. She really was the housemate from hell. It had reached the point where a quickie with some big busty bimbo porn and Mr's Palmer was a good night out.

It had all ended as abruptly as it had begun, but sadly with a high price. One Joe felt endless guilt over. It had been a lovely day as he recalled, he was busy looking over network issues from his computer in his cubicle, still dreaming of that office when a call rang on his desk. It was Vita. "You have to come home something terrible has happened." She sounded panicked, and he could hear that she was crying.

"What's wrong love?" He tried to sound concerned, but he was sure it was something like her Ethernet cable was broken and she could not connect to game. He had suffered this kind of 'emergency' with this girl many times before. He was about to tell her it would have to wait. He had been planning to build her a new gaming rig, but with how the relationship was going he had completely stalled on the idea.

"You have to get here quickly he's not moving. He's all limp."

'Oh no! Zim!' Joe thought. He wanted to get up and leave immediately, but his supervisor Peter would in all possibility not let him. "Get him to the Vet." He commanded in a sterner voice than he had meant to use. He was unsure why she hadn't done just that already. He had after all purchased her a gently used Hyundai Elantra a couple of months before. "I will be home as soon as I can." He hung up the phone with a loud clatter as he fumbled with the receiver. Many near him looked up, and he met their eyes. 'Fuck, now he had to get home, be there for his little buddy, and find out just what had happened.' Part of him though was very much afraid to.

He had made his excuses and left work early, fortunately, it was not a busy day, and on returning home he was greeted with a teary-eyed Vita. It had appeared she had been crying all day. "What happened?" He dared ask. She looked at him sheepishly red-eyed. Then those beautiful deep green eyes gazed across at the kitchen counter in answer, and there lay a white cardboard box. Joe's eyes followed hers to the object.

"Nooo!" He cried out as he made towards his friend's cardboard coffin. He opened the lid and there Zim lay. Curled about as though in peaceful sleep. He looked back at Vita and all he said in his grief was, "how?"

She bit her lip and her eyes evaded his. "Somehow he got in the dryer and I didn't notice. It was on a fair while, and then I heard him bumping around and crying. I thought he'd be okay, he seemed a bit dizzy and hot, but I thought he'd be fine."

Joe was angry then, he had told her time and time again that she needed to keep that damn dryer closed. Poor Zim had decided to sleep there, and she had turned it on, sealing his fate. Bitterness and sadness flooded into Joe's kind heart, what a horrible end for his stalwart friend. Just like this was the end of their relationship, how could a woman be so careless and stupid?

With his buddy's unexpected demise, Vita moved out a couple of days later. Back to her family home in West Virginia and he never heard from her again. It was back to being Joe the single guy, and he hated it. So he went down to the shelter and adopted Salt, the empty tuxedo cat.

Vita was not the first stupid woman in his life, nor the last. It seemed every woman he ever fancied was seriously lacking in the brains department, even if the other departments were decidedly full. The bigger the bust size the stupider they seemed. Yet bimbos were a fetish Joe could not shake.