Authors Note, I'm going through a creative spell at the minute, so I've not been able to dedicate the amount of time into polishing this as I'd like. I hope you understand, the alternative is that it would remain unpublished alongside the other 20+ stories that remain on my hard drive.
I'd like to say a huge thanks to AwkwardMD for all of her support. Without her, none of this would have been possible. Also, thank you to voyeur73x for reading and giving a very valued opinion..
Also, please, creating in a vacuum is hard. If you like (Or hate :) ) anything in this story then please let me know. I would love to hear from you and hear your thoughts. Emails or comments are very welcome.
Authors Note 2 - Warning. Please be aware that later in the story, Hannah winds up in a position that some readers might find triggering.
Brett wasn't expecting this shift to be anything more than a mid week D.J shift, he figured he'd spend seven hours playing music to a drunken crowd. Deal with a few requests, and go home to sleep. If he was lucky the manager might give him a beer, or one of the bar girls might flirt with him, but he didn't expect anything interesting to happen. So far D.J'ing for a season in a nightclub in Spain hadn't turned out to be quite the party life that he'd expected.
Brett saw her as soon as she entered the club. She was in a skin-tight pair of shiny black leggings that seemed to be trying to crush her massive thighs. She wore white trainers; even in those, she seemed about six feet tall. She looked as close to an Amazon, albeit with dyed blonde hair, as he thought he'd ever seen.
She had on what appeared to be a shiny halter neck top, but from how tight to her body it was, he guessed it was a bodysuit. Even as he found the next song to play all he could think about was how the shiny fabric would look stretched over her cunt.
She walked in with three other girls. The others looked more sure of themselves more traditionally attractive, but it was the giant kept his attention.
The three pretty girls were with the giant but not with her. He watched them go to the bar, buy drinks, and stand by a poser table, the giant looking uncomfortable.
The music was loud so he couldn't hear the conversations between the girls, but the other girls were doing most of the talking, the giant was just nodding and smiling.
Her head was huge, but her face was pretty. Her breasts were large, and the black top did little to hide the roundness. He wondered how big they were. She must have been a 38E easy, possibly even a G.
More interesting was her enormous biceps clearly she did some gym time, though clearly not much cardio.
After an hour, she excused herself and left the club.
He watched her leave, the others not seeming to care, they were too busy flirting with the guys surrounding them.
"Hey, Tony, can you cover me for twenty minutes?" Brett called to the guy doing the lights.
Tony nodded.
Brett went down to the bar and then out the exit door. He was hoping he'd see where the giant went. He didn't have to look far.
He found her on the side of the building, near the bins.
She was shaking and crying.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Are you alright?" Brett said, approaching gently.
She jumped as she realised someone was behind her.
She looked at him with huge blue eyes, and tears running down her cheeks. She was prettier than he'd thought, but she was also very drunk.
She stood up, and he realised she was maybe an inch taller than him. She tried to walk and stumbled; he reached out and held her by the arm.
He couldn't help but notice the strength in her arms; he squeezed, and her biceps felt like solid muscle.
She leaned on him.
"I'm... I'm just going to sit for a minute," she said. "I don't feel good."
He thought her accent was from the north of England, maybe Lancashire.
She sat on the ground and he joined her.
"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," he said.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said, "I'm pretty good at looking after myself."
He smiled.
"So what's wrong? Why are you upset? Did you have a row with your friends?"
She took a deep breath, and more tears fell from her eyes.
"Just, just, everything's all wrong; I can't do this."
"Can't do what?" he asked with concern.
She shivered, and her tits wobbled. Brett tried not to look.
"Do you want my jacket?"
She shook her head.
"What's wrong?"
She shrugged and said nothing.
"So, what brings you to the island? On a girls' holiday?"
"I'm working," she said quietly.
"Like a rep or stewardess or something?"
She gave him a look.
"No," she said, "I'm a model."
"For real?" he said.
She winced.
"Hard to believe, right?"
"What, no, not at all."
She shook her head.
"That's the nicest lie anyone has ever told me, thank you."
"No, really, I mean, you are obviously not the usual kind, but yeah, I can believe you are a model."
She looked at him.
"Do you think so?"
"Absolutely, you're a good-looking girl."
"I'm not; I'm ugly, even my boyfriend says so."
"He sounds like a dick. You aren't ugly. I clocked you as soon as you walked into the club. I'm the DJ; besides, you wouldn't be a model if you were ugly."
She looked at him.
"Thank you, I needed that."
"You're welcome," he said, "do you want to come back into the club and hang out in the DJ booth until I finish work?"
"Until you finish? And then what? I do have a boyfriend, even if he's a dick."
He grinned.
"Then I'll try and get you back to my room."
She blushed.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Both."
She smiled.
"You know no one ever hits on me," she said, her voice thick with drink, but he could sense the hurt.
He leaned forward and kissed her.
"Now someone has."
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you're sexy."
"Oh," she said.
He kissed her again. This time, he slid his hand inside her halter top and cupped her breast, feeling how large and heavy it was.
"And because you have incredible tits."
She shivered, and not from the cold.
"They're so big," she slurred.
"Yes, they are," he agreed.
He moved his hand over her nipple, feeling the nub harden.
"But, I'm a model," she said as though that explained everything.
"I know you are," he said, kissing her neck gently.
"I don't even know your name, and you are touching my tit," she said with a sly smile.
"Do you like that idea? Not knowing my name? Getting off with a complete stranger?"
She bit her bottom lip.
He slid his hand out of her top and put his hand on her thigh, then he squeezed and realised she had very thick thighs. He was sure the muscles were thicker than his.
"I've never cheated before," she said.
"So, what's your name?" he asked, rubbing her thigh. He loved how the fabric of her leggings felt.
"Hannah," she said, shivering.
He kissed her again.
He slid his hand over the crotch of her leggings. He could feel how plump her pussy was, trapped in the leggings.
