Keekee Dawson looked at the time in the corner of the screen before shutting her laptop. She had just made a couple of appointments for tomorrow, but tonight was for a repeat customer, one of her best. Bryan should be downstairs in about twenty minutes.
Perfect. Keekee grabbed her giant purse and pulled out the miniature jewelry box she kept in the bottom. It was about the only possession she had of her grandmother's. She knew she probably shouldn't, but she always smiled at what the mean old lady would think of what she kept in it.
Keekee flipped open the lid and pulled out her pipe. She had just been to Kevin's this morning so she had a few days' worth of meth hidden under it in the box. She dumped the first baggie into the bowl of the pipe and grabbed her lighter off the table. She picked up the pipe and held the lighter under it, watching the smoke slowly build and drift toward the mouth end before taking a big hit.
She'd been getting high for about 4 years, and, of course, the initial rush wasn't quite the same anymore, but her body still tingled with anticipation as her lips hit the glass dick. Keekee had never progressed to needles, but she loved that song "She Talks to Angels" -- like the girl who always smiled when the pain of the needle prick came, she always smiled when she first tasted that acrid, slightly metallic smoke, because she knew everything was gonna be alright.
After a couple of hits, she went over to the window and looked out across the parking lot to the empty wooded lot between her apartment complex and the public pool. She knew Bryan would want to go over there. He always did when their appointments were late enough.
Keekee sucked down the last of her bowl and put her meth box back into her purse, then went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. She knew she wasn't most people's idea of a beauty. But in the whoring business, there were two things that helped you make money -- being different from the other girls, and being willing to do whatever the client wanted.
Keekee knew how to use both of these things to her advantage. When she had first started in the game, she'd been just about the youngest whore in town. She might not have been the fattest then, but she was pretty sure she was now. She got her make up right and admired her huge breasts, round belly, and gigantic ass.
She always chuckled a little bit when she remembered she started smoking meth because she wanted to lose weight. She'd always been a big girl, cracking three hundred pounds before she took that first hit at 14. She told people the meth never worked, but she felt sure it had some effect. She never lost anything, and she was probably about 330 now, but she probably would have gained a lot more than that without the drug. She'd also gained a bit when she'd been stuck in juvie not using nearly as much.
They'd let her out when she turned 18 four months ago. She'd had one close call since then, riding in a client's truck when he got stopped. She had stuffed her purse behind her legs and as far up under the seat as it would go, but felt sure the cop was gonna get her out and search it. He looked at her funny, but then just wrote the guy a ticket and sent them on their way. Keekee had been arrested several times as a juvenile, and figured she hadn't seen her last cuffing, but she was hoping to make it as long as she could before that first adult pop.
Shit, she wondered, why am I thinking about stuff like that now. Bryan sure as hell ain't a cop and everything's fine. The meth was just making her a little paranoid.
Keekee's phone buzzed on the bed. Bryan was here. She picked it up, grabbed her purse, and headed downstairs. Bryan stood at the bottom of the stairwell smoking a cigarette. Keekee lit one of her own as she descended the steps. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes and she loved it. Not every client was a good time, but she'd always had fun with B.
"Hey Baby, seems like a nice night for a swim," she said with a wink, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke.
"That it does, my dear," he replied, reaching for her hand. Keekee knew the agreed-upon $250 was in his hand and appreciated the smooth way he palmed it off to her as they began walking hand-in-hand to the little path through the trees leading to the city pool.
Bryan had only partaken of her services a few times, but they had all been fun, He had been the second customer she had. The first was her dealer's dad. Kevin claimed not to like big girls, but his dad was always good for some cash when she went over there short-handed.
At first, they had just met at her apartment, but one night a couple months ago, he suggested going over to the city pool. Ever one turned on by a little danger, Keekee had readily agreed. Her pussy throbbed now thinking about it as they hurried down the dark path toward the back gate of the fence around the pool.
They had a routine now. Bryan picked the lock on the back gate, down by the deep end, and they slipped into the pool area. They walked down to the shallow end where there was some beach-style chairs. Bryan flopped into one and Keekee began to slowly undress.
She pulled out of her t-shirt one arm at a time and then slowly peeled it off, revealing her ample, soft belly that jiggled sensuously as she swayed back and forth at the end of Bryan's chair, mesmerizing him.
Then she popped her massive tits out of her bra one at a time, bending down and licking each nipple and then leaning over him until her nipple hovered inches from his lips and jerking back.
Then she turned around and backed her still clothed ass up to him and just hovered there slowly pulling her pants down. Keekee shook her bare ass inches from his face until Bryan gave her a good smack on the right butt cheek, signaling he was ready to begin the more physical aspects of the evening.
Keekee turned around and kicked off her shorts, shook her boobs for him, and then fell theatrically but intentionally backwards into the pool, flailing her arms as he laughed. He stood up and began to strip. She floated on her back and propelled herself with her hands away from the edge, spreading her legs in a position universally taken as an invitation.
Bryan threw his clothes onto another chair and jumped in after her. Keekee playfully retreated to the shallow end and sat on the steps. She reached down and played with her clit as he walked slowly through the water toward her, his muscled body slowly emerging as it got shallower.
She could see that he was already starting to get hard, but when he got close enough she took his semi-rigid cock in both hands and lifted it to her lips, flicking her tongue across the tip, and then closing her lips on the shaft and beginning to slide them up and down.
