All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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A Big Girl Does Some Babysitting
Victoria always got the 'big girl' parts. Drama Club in high school was a place where she felt accepted and loved, but she'd be the first to admit she was often disappointed when she didn't get a lead role like Shakespeare's Juliet, or Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. She knew it was because she was overweight. She was always a sister, or a side-kick, or the character that delivered 'the funny lines.'
It's not like she was huge. Just 'pleasantly plump,' as her grandmother liked to say. Victoria always smiled when she heard it, but it stung a little bit, every time. Truth be told, she
was
pretty big, with soft rolls of fat on her belly and a big, squishy ass. And those tits! Let's just say the word buxom didn't even come close to doing them justice. It all came together in a wildly curvy hourglass shape, with all kinds of soft goodness for a guy to hang onto.
Her high school was a cliquey place, and the big girls stuck together. It was the exact opposite of the way things should have been, but hey, that's high school. It had the effect of isolating them even more, which is why Victoria liked Drama Club. It put her out there, made her feel a part of the school, and taught her a little about life. One of the unexpected things she learned was that she loved showing off, in a too-much-skin kind of way. She'd already had an inkling of it, but a production of Chicago — staged with lingerie that caused quite a scandal on opening night — confirmed it.
"Oh my God, did you see Trissy Wilson's father in the front row?" Victoria's best friend Megan said breathlessly. They had just left the stage after a big, flashy number. "He was staring at your tits the whole time! There's a big lump in his pants! Did you see it?"
It was thrilling to Victoria. She wore that way-to-skimpy bra, panties, garter belt and stockings for the rest of that evening's performance, and once she started looking, she could clearly see the lump in Mr. Wilson's pants, and his fidgety nerves as he tried unsuccessfully to conceal it. She noticed some of the other men's eyes targeting her massive tits too. She was astonished that they were looking at
her
instead of the other cute girls on stage. Some of them were, but clearly there were some men there — good looking men — who were quite taken with big, jiggly curves. It was a revelation, and by the time the curtain fell Victoria was shaking it like a stripper.
The teachers who ran Drama Club got into some major trouble that night; there was a big scramble to tone down the wardrobe before the next night's performance, but some eyes had already been opened. In one thrilling, exhausting night, Victoria had become an exhibitionist.
She started wearing button-up shirts, so she could look conservative at home and open them up a scandalous amount as soon as she left the house. She bought new bras — skimpy ones that were right at the edge of their working strength trying to contain her, the thin material letting her eye-popping nipples entertain anyone who cared to look. She bought a bikini, the first she'd ever owned, and wore it proudly.
It was all good, except for one thing — she was eighteen, and still a virgin. High school wound down through a grueling few weeks of finals and goodbyes. Everyone was going off to fancy universities, but she wasn't. Life was suddenly a bummer. Yes, there was community college coming up in the fall, and some drama classes there, but the whirlwind of high school life was over, and she felt like she'd been left behind in the dust.
"Why are we still virgins?" she asked Megan one day.
"Because we're fat 'n ugly I guess."
"Fuck you Megan! That's bullshit and you know it."
"Well, what do
you
think?"
"I know why I am I guess," Victoria said. "It's 'cause I don't like fat boys."
"Anthony you mean? Did he wanna...?"
"Sure. We coulda done it a million times."
"I thought you liked him."
"I do. I mean I really like him. I just don't wanna fuck him. Is that so wrong?"
"It would be if it was the other way around, and he didn't want you because
you're
fat, right?"
"Well yeah, but..." Victoria chuckled. "I don't know, I just thought the first time would be with somebody really cute, you know?"
"Yeah. I know. Look where that got us. Maybe we should hire an escort guy. They're probably really hot, right?"
"Ha ha!" Victoria laughed. "We could pool all our money and let him do us all night. God, I get so fucking horny. Do you? Maybe we should do lezzie stuff." Victoria smiled, but Megan looked horrified. "Yeah, maybe not."
Victoria doubled down on her babysitting work that summer, trying to earn some money to help her struggling parents out with the upcoming community college expenses. Finally, after a month of all work and no play, she and Megan went to a music festival in a city square to blow off some steam. Too young to drink, Megan smuggled some vodka out of the house in her purse, and they spiked their lemonades with it.
Tucker noticed them there. Victoria had convinced Megan to wear a bikini top under her shirt, even though Megan swore she'd never take her shirt off to let it be seen. Victoria, on the other hand, knew full well hers would be on display, so she wore a new one she'd bought, one made of thin, spandexy stuff, with shoulder straps that gave a little under the weight of her immense breasts, like shock absorbers. She'd only worn it sunning in the backyard, so the way it would react to dancing at a music festival was a great unknown.
It didn't remain unknown for long. Pretty soon half the city got an eyeful of Victoria's massive mammaries in all their hard-nippled, bouncing glory. It was a lot like those fake, body paint 'bathing suits' you see in the magazines now and then. In other words, Victoria's little bikini top was a lot like nothing at all.
There were some women in the crowd that day that gave her dirty looks, but the lust in a lot of the men's eyes more than made up for it. Megan even took off her shirt, knowing that Victoria's bigger tits and sexier bikini top would draw most of the eyes. She wasn't right about that, but the vodka and the sun and the music swept her up in the moment — before long she was getting a wonderful tingle from the eyes on her.
When a less danceable band took the stage the girls sat on a cement wall in the shade and had some much needed nourishment — gyros and falafel from the Greek food truck.
"Hi girls," Tucker said as he sauntered over. "I saw you dancing, and could help wondering if you've done any modeling."
He handed them both a business card. It was a bit out of character for him, approaching girls that young, but he'd been on the lookout for a big curvy woman to satisfy requests he often got from his website subscribers.
"We do theater. Does that count?" Victoria asked.
"Absolutely!" Tucker said.
"Do we get to work with boys? Like, skin and stuff?" she asked, seeming to read Tucker's mind.
Megan was speechless, shocked by her friend's brazenness.
"Skin and stuff?" Tucker said. He smiled. "That's a nice way of putting it."
Victoria knew she was right. She had a feeling right away from Tucker, that there was dirty stuff involved. She looked around at all the people within earshot of them.
"Tell me more. Over there," she said, gesturing to a fountain far from the stage.
"What are you doing!" Megan whispered forcefully as the three of them walked over and sat by the noisy water.
"So," Victoria asked Tucker, "what's the story?"
"First of all, you guys need to show me that you're eighteen or I could get in big trouble," Tucker said.
"Oh. Yeah, okay," Victoria said. She fumbled in her purse. Megan gave her a dirty look. "Here ya go" she said, holding out her driver's license.
"Thanks Victoria," Tucker said. "And you?"
Megan looked horrified.
"Show him," Victoria said. "He won't bite."
Megan reluctantly showed him her license.
"Thanks Megan. Sorry about that. I don't ever want to be accused of being a child predator, you know?"
"Yeah, that's okay," Victoria said.
"So I run a studio, about two miles from here, over in the old Warehouse District. We do everything from nude photography to hardcore porn," Tucker said, deciding to be completely open with the girls up front.
"Let's go Vicki," Megan said. She stood and reached for Victoria's hand. "We're not interested in this."
"You can go. I'm gonna talk to him," Victoria said.
