(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather.)
Chapter 4
Down by the eastern wing of the hotel, a large doorway marked the entrance to the Ferris Hall.
"Here we are," Henrietta said as she looked out over the assembly hall.
A runway had been raised in the middle of the room. Beside it, several workers looked up at the voluptuous woman who was inspecting their work. The woman, Deborah Mckinney wore a snug red dress that accentuated her curvy and thick body. Her enormous breasts poured out of the rounded chest area of her dress.
Deborah was the owner of the Red Linen Boutique, a nationwide boutique and clothing brand that focused on lingerie and bikinis for the larger woman. This weekend she was holding a fashion show at the resort, promoting the upcoming line of clothes.
"It's perfect, Mr. Booker. It's just as I had envisioned it." Deborah's huge chest jiggled as she turned and faced the foreman of the workers, Clay Booker, who was a big bald black man. His lustful eyes had been following Deborah's every step up on the runway. The enormous bulge in his pants did little to hide his attraction to her.
"Thank you, Mrs. Mckinney." Clay Booker looked up at the sexy woman. His eyes wandered down and almost drowned in her impressive cleavage. His huge hardon ready to punch its way out of his pants.
"Oh, I've told you to call me Deborah, Mr. Booker." Deborah Mckinney smiled. She was so attracted to the handsome black foreman. Ever since she met him a couple of days ago, she has fantasized about him. She imagined him on top of her, looking down into her eyes as she plunged his big black cock inside of her.
"That wouldn't be proper Mrs. Mckinney, at least not until I know you a bit better." Clay gave her a hinting smile.
"Oh." Deborah let out a soft moan. She could feel her heart pound as she looked at the sexy black man.
Such a man...
"Mrs. Mckinney..." Henrietta called out to get Deborah's attention.
Deborah looked over and was glad to see the assistant manager of the resort. She had been such a help the last few stressful days, and Deborah had been meaning to thank her.
"Oh hey." Deborah waved over to Henrietta. Just before she was about to walk over to her, she turned to Clay.
"Mr. Booker, would you mind meeting me backstage later, I would really like to thank you personally for of your hard work." Deborah leaned over, her large floppy breasts almost fell out of her dress.
"Sure thing Mrs. Mckinney." Clay glanced down at her massive cleavage. He imagined himself grabbing those huge soft pillows, putting them around his fat black cock and titty fucking her.
Deborah smiled to herself as she walked over to Henrietta.
"Henrietta, I'm so glad you stopped by. I just wanted to thank you again for all the help you and the resort have given me," Deborah told her gratefully.
"Oh, don't mention it, we're honored that you chose to have your annual fashion show at the resort." Henrietta smiled.
"Oh, well I couldn't have asked for a better venue." Deborah smiled and glanced over at the women accompanying Henrietta. Danielle, she had seen before, but the other two she didn't recognize.
"Oh, right, this is Shelby Harrington and Jennie Park." Henrietta introduced the two women.
"Hi." "Hello." The women all smiled and nodded.
"Shelby and Jennie are actually here to do a feature on the resort for Molly magazine," Henrietta said proudly.
"Oh, I love Molly." Deborah lit up.
"I especially love Jennie Fuller's articles. The piece she wrote on why big women shouldn't be afraid to wear bikinis was so inspiring." Deborah knew first hand that the article published in Molly Magazine a couple of months back had helped so many bigger women to overcome their fear of the bikini.
Deborah fondly remembered this woman, Beatrice, who had come into her Red Linen Boutique with her sixteen and seventeen-year-old daughters, Lynn and Katie. Her daughters had come to her after having read the article and asked her for help in picking out their first bikinis. The two of them were so excited since they had been invited to their first pool party at a black boy's house.
Deborah remembered how proud Beatrice had looked when her daughters came out from the fitting room in their bikinis. The two girls who were both quite chubby, with large jiggly breasts, wide hips, and big bellies, looked beautiful.
A few days later, Deborah received an email from Beatrice, with a link to a post on her daughter Katie's facebook page. The post was a short video of Katie and Lynn, naked on their backs at the pool party. On top of them were two cute black guys, moving their hips, plunging their big black cocks into their pussies. Just before the video ended, a black guy kneeled down next to Lynn and shot a huge cum load on her face.
Below the post, Beatrice had posted; "My beautiful daughters. So proud. Smiley Face."
Deborah felt so proud that the two girls and their new bikinis had been a hit at the pool party.
"Thank you. I know Jennie was quite proud of that article. You know, she's quite the fan of your bikinis," Shelby smiled as she told Deborah.
"Oh wow." Deborah was so excited to hear that Jennie loved her clothes. Jennie Fuller, who was such an inspiration for so many plus size women.
"Would it be possible for me to give you a few samples of my upcoming bikinis to give to Jennie, I would love to know what she thinks of them," Deborah asked hopingly.
"It would..." Shelby paused and smiled.
"If you would give us tickets to your fashion show. I would love to write about it in our feature on the resort." Shelby looked at Deborah who looked ecstatic.
"Really? I mean, of course, that would be amazing." Deborah smiled.
"Then it's a deal." Shelby had only been at the resort for a few hours and already she had so much to write about.
"Well, I know you're busy, so we'll let you get back to it." Henrietta didn't want to keep Deborah any longer. Also, she was awfully late for a meeting.
"Thanks again." Deborah waved as the four women left. She still couldn't believe what had just happened. Not only had she found out that Jennie Fuller loved her bikinis, she was going to get to send her some new designs to try out. Also, her fashion show might be featured in Molly Magazine.
Over by the runway, Clay Booker was letting his workers go for the day.
"Mr. Booker?" Alejandro Huerta walked up to his boss and took off his cap politely.
"Yes, Alejandro?" Clay looked over at Alejandro who was one of his best workers.
"Ehm." Alejandro glanced back over his shoulder and saw his friends and work buddies Juan and Patrick standing a bit behind him. He knew that they were waiting to ask Mr. Booker the same thing.
