NOTE: All characters in this fictitious story are 18 years of age or older!
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Before she became a famous Playboy centerfold, Candy Darling was just an ordinary girl - well, not quite ordinary, as she developed her triple D breasts early. She also developed a taste for the fine things in life at an early age, so she was eager to find any opportunity to make money. Her mother didn't pay much attention to her activities and her father had long been gone - a recipe for disaster. At college, she had a reputation as a prude, she liked hanging out with seniors but for most guys, she never "put out," even though many of her classmates in her working class town got down and dirty for their boyfriends. To Candy's way of thinking, her body was valuable and why should she offer it up for free?
George Cox, who lived down the street, took an avid interest in Candy. He had a sexless marriage and he would watch Candy walk down the street in her tube top and short shorts, salivating with each sway and jiggle. He went so far as to videotape her surreptitiously as she walked and the recording provided him many moments of masturbatory inspiration. Sometimes, when he was fucking his overweight wife, he would close his eyes and imagine he was fucking Candy Darling's tits. One day, as she was walking to the bus stop, he conceived a plan to see more of her. "I hate to be so forward," George said to her, stepping into her path, "but I'm having a poker party with some of my friends Friday night and I was wondering if you'd like to earn some money."
At the sound of the word money, Candy stopped in her tracks. "Well, probably!" she told him. "What did you have in mind?"
George bit his upper lip. He was surprised by how comfortable Candy was around him and his lascivious thoughts made him feel guilty and awkward. She was wearing a tight top that was straining around her triple D breasts and he couldn't help but gaze solidly at them, noticing the slight outline of her protruding nipples. "Nothing special - just serve us food and drinks and empty out ashtrays as we're playing the game."
"That sounds pretty good," Candy told him. "But how much does it pay?"
"Well, I'll give you five bucks an hour and usually the guys will give tips to whoever is serving us for the night."
"Five dollars an hour is hardly worth my time. So, how much are the tips?" Candy asked him.
George was taken aback by Candy's forthright manner, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled. "Well that depends," he told her. "The nicer you are and the more attractively you're dressed, the better the tips. The girl that did the best job made over two hundred dollars in tips. We'd use her again, in fact, but she's moved to Texas for a nursing job." He found himself staring at Candy's plump breasts and imagining her nude. He lifted his eyes to her face and watched Candy closely to see how she would respond to this overture.
Candy strained to not betray any outward emotion - two hundred dollars sounded really good to her. Thinking of the money actually made her moist. "Well, in that case, I'll be as friendly and attractive as I can be," she told him, smiling. "What should I wear?" She held her hands out and stuck her chest out slightly.
George swallowed hard, thinking of Candy's large natural breasts. "Well, like I said," he told her, "it's up to you how large you want the tips to be. I'm a pretty boring guy, but some of my friends like to see a bit of skin. Now take what you are wearing now," he told her, looking up and down her body. Candy blushed slightly, feeling his eyes upon her. "I could see how some of the guys might like an outfit like this - it really does show off your beauty. Anyway, you're getting to be a big girl," he paused, staring straight at her triple D breasts. "I mean, you're big in all the right places." He began to blush and reluctantly pulled his eyes away from her breasts. "I'm sure you can figure it out," he hurriedly stammered.
"I'll bet, I can," Candy told him. She knew men and she knew what they liked. She liked to manipulate them with her body - it made her feel powerful and she just knew that her body would make her money - a lot of money - at some point in life.
On the way home, she had a moment in which she was unsure about working at the party - she'd be alone with a group of men and even though she was young, she knew men and how sexual urges could make them behave aggressively. One time, she had accepted a ride home from a man in her neighborhood and he had nearly raped her. She had successfully fought him off, but not before he had torn her clothing, mauled her breasts and violently fingered her cunt. But she had known Mr. Cox for years and he seemed polite and considerate; she recommitted in her mind to working the poker party and earning as much money as possible.
When Friday night came, Candy thought carefully about what outfit to wear. She knew she would wear plain white panties and her shortest mini skirt - she had tried wearing lacy panties but it seemed like guys liked the simplest things possible. Don't overdo it, she reminded herself. She pulled her panties up tightly and nodded approvingly at the camel toe that was created. But she was unsure what blouse to wear. She knew she would go braless - bras felt too constraining and seemed to hide her best feature - but she was undecided between her tube top, which highlighted the size of her breasts in a crude manner, and a sheer paisley blouse that was almost see-through and which showed off the shape of her breasts, the size of her areolae and the shape of her nipples. The blouse was elegant and sexy - it both left more to the imagination while also revealing her breasts. "Well, I'm all in," she thought to herself, putting on the sheer blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror and, noticing her clearly visible nipples and areolae, thought to herself, "Jesus, I'm almost naked." To offset the sexiness of her outfit, she wore knee socks and simple black shoes - innocence and sexuality, she thought to herself. She felt a palpable power and excitement and she was so turned on that if she had left enough time, she would have gone to the bathroom and masterbated.
George opened the door and did a double-take. Candy's nipples were erect from rubbing against the soft fabric and she had left the top two buttons of her blouse open so that when George greeted her at the foot of the door, he was presented with the most amazing cleavage he had ever seen. Candy was not the least bit heavy, but her breasts were plump and full. How was it possible, George wondered, for a slim petite girl to have such abundantly large breasts. He continued to stare at her breasts, tracking the outline of her pale areolae and he could feel his cock stiffen in his pants. "Ahem," Candy cleared her throat. "Do you want to show me in?"
George apologized and, covering his erection with his hands, he led Candy to the basement and explained her duties, as his fat wife looked on disapprovingly, shaking her head. After the last man arrived for the game, George locked the basement door - quietly so Candy couldn't hear - so they wouldn't be bothered by his wife. Candy began to serve the men drinks and refill the snack bowls. As the game progressed, Candy could see the men staring at her and this gave her a feeling of power. Thinking of the money she might earn in tips, she went out of her way to jiggle her ample breasts and to lean over the table so that her panties were visible under her micro skirt. As she restocked the drinks and the snacks, she made a point to lean over the men, pressing her breasts against their arms. As if daring herself, she leaned next to one of the men and, reaching out to grab an ashtray, literally pressed the side of her breast against his head. He recoiled clumsily, then stared stupidly at her breast, which was alongside his face. "Oh, excuse me," Candy giggled.
"Th-that's OK," the man stammered and Candy wished she could see his cock - to see the effect her breasts were undoubtedly having upon him.
As the night progressed, the men were getting drunk and their behavior was getting lewder. One of the men offered Candy a beer and although she wasn't yet of legal drinking age, she soon was drinking with the men, though she was careful to drink slowly. "I've got to tell you," one of the men, named Jeff, told her, "you've got the nicest set of tits I've ever seen - or haven't seen yet," he corrected himself. "Man I would love to see those titties out in the open," he suddenly blurted out.
