*This is written purposely from a man's viewpoint. My first time not writing as myself experiencing the story, or just the narrator.
***
I've always had a thing for thick women. I don't mean just some curves, but plus sized and soft. Of course my friends set me up with girls who had nice enough personalities and were conventionally pretty, but they couldn't understand why we never connected. Dinner consisted of them ordering a salad, eating half slowly and politely then talking about how stuffed they were, conversation, goodbyes, and no future contact. It's just the way things worked. When they hugged me upon us meeting, it just felt uncomfortable. Nowhere to really put my hands, nothing to sink into if we hooked up, nothing warm that would mush up against me and ooze through my fingers.
After months of focusing on my businesses, I managed to catch a small break. I decided I wasn't going to try and look for a girlfriend, but rather just something casual to get it out of my system before completing the next phase of growth. During this time, I met a client who turned into a good friend. She was the only one I could talk to about women openly, business, and other things to get good insight and confidence. Her newest venture she explained, was only a few months old and she'd kept it unadvertised except in a few secure fetish groups and encouraged word of mouth.
I was scared about putting my name on this project because things like that don't exactly look good on a portfolio. She continued telling me about it as we were walking. The club is basically this city's Moulin Rouge for big girl fans. There's apparently a large underground crowd that warranted her spending nearly a million on the building, renovations, décor, and staff. This woman being eccentric, I knew it had to be something worth seeing. I told her I would take a look around and gather what I needed to write a rough draft for a plan. We went to a few shops, took in coffee and pastries, then said bye as we walked to our apartment buildings. Part of me was very curious and worried about what I would witness.
A week went by and I got ready anyway. I leave that evening and arrive at the art deco part of town. It was a crowded network of neighborhoods with a distinct feel. Forgotten foods and art forms took to the streets and buildings and I felt myself a little more at ease; until I get to the door. It's opened by a doorman and I see this red satin walled, black marble floored, emerald green club room with a humongous gaudy gold and crystal chandelier. The bar looked well stocked and surrounded by a custom-made sofa that had many twists that made small areas where 3 people could fit in each nook. On the stage, they had a DJ and dance cages. This was more classy than expected, but still didn't ease me.
She saw me enter from the bar and came to greet me. As I met the head staff, she explained what I was doing there and instructed them to give me the top treatment. The chef ushered me to a table quickly and said he would make a special sampling plate. The bartender made a few drinks and I began to take a few notes. The food arrives and it was just as amazing at looked. I watched the girls at the club be fed by the slim to average men that patronized the place. Others were just out with their significant others and eating whole meals. It was refreshing to watch a woman down a steak and fries with no shame. I finished my meal, and proceeded to make a quick trip to the restroom before enjoying the velvet couch.