(This is my second story I have submitted. The first thing I want to say is thank you to a great critic and a good pal...and fellow veteran. I met him here. You know who you are. This whole story was his idea, based on an email he sent me. I never intended to do any pure fiction, but his idea was way too good to pass up. So, bud, this is my thank you. I want to find a way to submit my art here, and my problem lies within the story. Suggestions are welcome! Lastly, I want to say "OOORAH! Semper Fidelis to my fellow Marines here who were nice enough to drop me a note after my first story. Y'all are the salt of the earth, brothers.)
The moment I found Literotica.com I knew I had a mission. See, my biggest talent is, I am a caricature artist and a cartoonist. Combine that with my deep love of the female form, I naturally have always gravitated to erotic cartoons. I have a certain series I have done for years. She is called "Mrs. Moorehead." She is a very imperfect married BBW with the massive tits only achievable in the cartoons. But, to me...she has become a very real person. Of all the cartoons I have done, I knew I had something from the day I first drew this over weight married brunette white trash slut who is constantly fucking friends, family and everyone else...male and female...without remorse. Talk about a desperate housewife. Except Mrs. Moorehead doesn't seem desperate at all. Horny, but not desperate.
My problem is this. I drew everything on poster-sized paper. Would it, could it, be reduced and keep its perspective when I resized it in an attempt to submit them for publication? I mean, it definitely won't work on a scanner that I own. So, I gathered up about 5 years of work, put it in my truck, and headed for a printing company. There was a small, single building place near my town I decided to try. I was just wondering if I had the courage to actually show the people there my stuff! I mean, half the time she is sucking cock, taking it up the rear, fucking everyone on "Dildoagain's Island" (my play on 'Gilligan's Island" and things like that....)
So off I go. I gather up my large portfolio and walk in. Great. My heart sinks. There must be 4 or 5 people lined up at the desk, and not a minute after I walk in, two teen-aged kids from the high school walk in with sports paraphernalia. Great. I was just about to walk out, when I heard this way too robust laugh. Out from the back door stepped the clerk. Damn! She was, well...fuck me if art isn't imitating life here! She looked way too close to my caricature, Mrs. Moorehead for me to believe!
I heard the customer, who obviously knew her, call her Donna. Donna must have been somewhere between 45 and 55...it was hard to tell, because she was heavy set, thus she didn't have all the tell tale lines in the faces skinny women do. I don't mean to imply she was obese, but as the kids say, she was definitely thick Tall too. I stand about 5'10", but she had to be at least 3 inches taller. She wore a low cut black T which was obviously stretched to the limits. She definitely was displaying a serious mound of chest flesh. My eyes riveted onto that luscious, too white cleavage. She didn't get much sun I guessed!
Donna was the type who wore a bit too much eye shadow, whore red long nails, dark brown hair which was a lot taller than it was long. She had on a pair of those tight fitting jeans, which stopped not far below the knee. Probably a bit too tight because it only accentuated her ample belly. Probably wasn't that ample, but it was too much for her to dress like this. But, guys, the thing that got me was this...she had on a pair of slip on platform sandals and she had amazing feet! I love feet! Beautiful red nails with a couple toe rings. Rings, hmmm...might as well mention she wore rings on her fingers, too...about six. Thumb rings, pinky rings, and one huge fucking wedding ring. Serious diamond. Damn! Big assed dangly earrings too. I mean, this was the trailer park trash that always just turned me on! I am going to show her my work? I wouldn't mind...but not in front of business folks and high school kids.
I finally was next.
"What can I do for ya, honey?" she asked. I think she called everyone honey.
"Well, I would like to schedule a appointment...ahem...uh, I have some work here, but it is rather private, and uh."
"C'mon, baby...lets see what you got and went for my portfolio.
"No way!" I jumped a bit too fast and closed it..."Uh, I am a artist, and uh.well, is there another time I can bring this back, cos you know...experimental stuff..." She just stood there looking me in the eye. Did I mention this was about the time she clicked her gum? Fuck. I felt like I was in a 'Duke's of Hazard' episode. This was getting surreal!
"Ok, baby,' she said, 'here is my card. My staff isn't in today, but be here at 4. I close then. Actually, 3:55 honey. if you're late, I am outta here. Husband and kids hate mommy comin' home late!"
"I'll be here, ma'am."
Cut the shit. By 3:55 believe me; I was in the parking lot!
I walked in, Donna looked up from her register. Closed it way too fast. Like I want to rip a place off. Shit.
"Hi, Donna, thanks for staying for me,' I said.
