Meeting the One (Part One) [MF] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Straight Sex] [Comic Con] [Cosplay]

“Flight 645 will be departing from gate A4.” the lady at the gate said. “Departure will be in thirty minutes please have your tickets ready.” She continued. Looking over at the desk, she was joined by two other airport personnel and a security guard. There was some commotion going on with an older man and what must be his wife. Shrugging, I dove back into my tablet, reading the schedule that was sent to me.

I looked out the window at the aeroplanes landing or being pulled or pushed back and forth and thought back on the events of the past three years.

I got thrown out of my house by my ex-wife. She had found someone else and deemed it necessary to throw all of my belongings out of the house.

Since then, life has gone downhill. I lost my job, had a stint in jail after a misunderstanding with a bar owner.

I shook my head at the memory of that night then pushed the memory to the back of my mind. When I came out after a few months, I decided to take my life by the horns and take control.

It paid off. I found a place to live. I bought a secondhand computer and decided to write on some forums. First, it was just life forums, then I got asked to moderate a forum website, and then more writing jobs came at me first, slow then fast until I had a full-time job writing short stories for internet-based comics.

One year ago, things took a drastic change, a big-name comic company decided to buy out a minor internet comic, and they decided to hire me full time, one of the projects they put me on was a fantasy-based comic. I jumped at the chance. Now here I am a year later, with that project well on its way and a significant hit in the public circuit.

Now I am moving up in the company and heading to a comic con to meet the head of the next project. If things go right, I will be moving to Philadelphia and saying goodbye to my old life. That thought made me chuckle a little too loud. After all that had been going on, the idea of a new life just made me laugh. My phone began to ring. Looking down at it, I shook my head.

“Yes Amanda?” I answered my phone it was my ex-wife. I had no interest in what she had to say. She only called me when she needed something. I still don’t know what possessed me to give her my new number. There was silence, and I knew she was crying. “What is it now?”

“He left me.” she said. I could tell she was crying. I took a deep sigh.

“What do you need?” I asked. Looking out to the tarmac. I wondered what I saw in her.

“A place to stay…. It will only be for a few days Tre, I promise.” Amanda said.

I took another sigh then I remembered what I saw in her. Not only did she have a great voice, but I could picture her blue eyes, and red hair and those 40DDD tits that I loved so much.

“Fine.” I spoke. “Go to my place, I will call the leasing office and put one more month on the lease that will give you two months. Amanda after that you are on your own. Understand?” I said, putting my foot down. This was the last time.

“What? You won’t be there?” she asked.

“No, I am leaving Texas today and I don’t plan on returning.” I said just saying it out loud made me feel better. There was silence, which I took for good news. “No more bailing you out, you left me remember?”

“Yes,” Amanda answered.

“Goodbye Amanda.” I said and hung up.

I had said goodbye many times, but I had always answered, had always been there for her, but this time I knew I wouldn’t.

I looked through the contacts and deleted her number and all her information. All of her pictures, including those beautiful pictures of her boobs, which I had saved. I sat back and looked at the planes, leaving and taking off.

“Now boarding passengers for flight 645.” the lady said, so I stood up and headed for the terminal.

“Hi,” I said to the cute flight attendant. She smiled back and took my papers.

“Um,” she said with a ruffled look on her face. “Your ticket has been upgraded to first class.” she said, looking at her assistant. The assistant nodded me over to the counter, where I put my carry on down.

“Just need to verify a few things then you will be on your way,” she said, looking at me and my I.D. I stood there looking at her. I knew I looked like my I.D. I had just taken the picture a few weeks ago.

Tall black guy at 6’2, somewhat out of shape due to lack of motivation to go to the gym, but not overweight. Dark brown eyes and shaved head.

“It seems your job upgraded your ticket.” she said, handing me back the ticket. “Your good to go.” she said. As if on cue, my new boss called.

“How do you like the upgrade?” he said.

“Thanks”, I answered as I went down the terminal into the plane.

“I won’t keep you but, when you land head to the rental car kiosk and give them your name. I had someone get your rental car ready, it has a G.P.S. just hit hotel and we will talk when you get there.”

“Okay will do.” I answered.

“Great to have you aboard Tre.” he said, hanging up.

Things were finally looking up for me. I said to myself as I sat in my comfortable seat. The flight attendant came by and offered me a drink. I smiled and accepted.

“Thank you.” I said to the man as he gave me the keycard to my hotel room. It was an expensive hotel. So far, I liked Philly. It was colder than what I was used to, but the streets were easier to navigate. I got into my room and called the bosses cell phone.

“I see you made it here. How do you like it so far?” Gary asked.

“I love it.” I answered, “But isn’t this a bit much all I did was…” I began to say, and then I heard a laugh.

“Tre you have no idea what you have done, you’re a writer and that goes with the territory. Turn on the television.” Gary interrupted. I grabbed the remote and turned the television on. “Go to the business channel.” He ordered. I could hear other people on the line.

“Do you have me on speaker?” I asked nervously.

“Told you he was smart.” Gary said. “Yes, we do, we are at a board meeting, I am the vice president of Operations and projects, I have the President and the vice C.E.O. and the C.E.O. here as well as many high-powered members of the board here.” he said.

“I feel lightheaded”, I joked, but only slightly. The nerves in my stomach were causing significant problems I needed to sit down. “Okay business channel.”

“We only dabbled in comics because of the great demand for them in the public eyes, like movies, books, toys and cartoon shows. We were so close to closing the project until you came along we gave you the fantasy comic because it was a dead-end project. But Tre, you brought it to life. Now not only is it a hit, but we also have movie studios asking for the rights.” He spoke. I didn’t sit on the couch; I fell. The room began to spin. “Tre? You still with us, buddy?’ he asked.

“Yes, I think it’s the jet lag.” I said, excusing my silence.

“We won’t keep you, but we want to show you what you have done.” He said. “You see the ticker tape at the bottom of the screen?” he asked.

“Yeah, the stock exchange stuff.” I said I never paid attention to this crap. Who did?

“Yeah, that stuff”, he laughed. “Well, that stuff shows how a company is doing. Small negative numbers in front of a name is a bad thing. Two years ago, we had small numbers with the negative sign by them. We were ready to close warehouses and other projects.” He said. For the past few months, we have had positive numbers. You brought us back into the game.” Then I saw the company name, which was on the receipt for the car, the name on the credit card I got sent flashed on the screen.

“That’s Marvel and D.C. and …” my hand cupped my mouth.

“That’s right Tre, they turned you down when you asked for a job and we didn’t we gave you a chance and now look, with just one project you have made it, to the big leagues.” He was smiling, I could tell.

“The big leagues?” I said in disbelief.

“Well not the big, big leagues but yeah, you’re not playing in the minors anymore most definitely.” Gary said. “Get some rest we will talk more tomorrow.” he said. I nodded as if he could see me and hung up.

I opened my laptop and punched in the name of the company. I had done it only once or maybe twice before but not to do a complete search just for the website itself. But there it was in black and white, a company on the move, specializing in books for kids mostly, some novels but they were manly biographies.

Then it showed the comic I had been working on. I slammed the laptop closed. They had put my work up there with the golden ages of comics and other high-profile comics.

My head was spinning. I felt dizzy and giddy at the same time, like I wanted to pass out on the floor but also laugh until my stomach ripped open.

“Lie down.” I said to myself out loud.

The room was quite large. It had two parts. As soon as I came into the room, there was a hallway that opened up to a living room area, that had a couch on the right, the screened patio that had a great view of the city, a desk with lights on it, on the left, followed by a large flat-screen television on the wall. Then the kitchen was directly behind the hallway wall.

The second part was by the couch; there was a door that led to the bedroom, which had a large king-size bed, large open windows which had a view of the busy intersection that the hotel was located on. And a full-size bathroom. It was pretty welcoming, and seeing how I would be here a while, was very good. I unpacked and laid down to bed.

The night passed quickly with no problems. After the usual morning routine, I headed downstairs, to which the lady behind the counter pointed out they had the breakfast bar open. I took a peek in and decided against it. Stating I didn’t eat in the mornings.

Getting into the car, I noted that it was colder than I expected, which was a good thing coming from the heat of Texas. I exited the parking lot and headed for the convention centre that was plugged into my G.P.S. After searching forever, I found a parking space.

I forgot how fast these comic cons filled with people. Walking through the parking lot, I smiled at the number of kids and adults dressed up as their favourite characters, from comics to anime to movies. I took my phone out and took a picture of a few of them. But I couldn’t help to wonder would someone be wearing a costume of any of the characters I will make. As I got near the entrance, I saw somebody holding up a board with my name on it.

“Hey that’s me.” I said to the guy.

“Hey Tre.” the tall man said. I was tall at 6’2, but he was much taller. “The office did not give me your phone number and well they forgot to send you these in all the hub bub.” he said smiling; he was tall but very skinny and very much in need of decaf.

He handed me a decal which had the name of our business and staff written all over it. We walked through the doors passing everybody.

“You’re a bit late but that’s okay. Sure, you’re not used to this type of thing.” The convention centre was enormous inside. There were stalls everywhere, selling everything from toys that were old or very new, vintage and new comics.

“Never been to a comic con before?” the man asked, who was walking back to me.

“Not since I was 12.” I laughed, looking around. The upstairs had a window with people looking down, waiting to get down here. Everywhere I walked, I bumped into someone dressed up. “Is it always this crowded?” I said, trying to keep up with him.

“This is just the beginning.” he laughed.

Then I remembered the crowd outside trying to get in. We walked further to the back, it began to open up, and I could finally breathe again.

“Welcome to artist’s row.” he said. “The calm in the storm.” he laughed, looking back at me. “Here we are,” he said, pointing to a row of tables with five guys sitting behind them. They all nodded at me and went back to drawing.

Walking behind the tables, I took a seat. It was nice and calm, with a few people walking by. The tall man coughed. “My names Jeff, that’s Sean, Jason, Trevor, Damien, and Serg.” he said, pointing the guys out. “We are all part of the new team for the new series, we worked on the project that you re-wrote and well…” he paused. “It was a blast.” the other guys nodded.

“Nice work,” one of them said. I think he was Trevor.

“Thanks.” I said, shaking his hand.

“Yeah man, kept us up all night on that shit, it was going nowhere, and no interest at all until you came along and flipped that shit on its head.” another said. I knew it would take me some time to get their names right.

“So anyway,” Jeff said, sliding a laptop down to me. “That’s yours, I put everything you will need on it, and the current project is on there. The big wigs want you to take a look at it and well do your thing” Jeff smiled. Definitely decaf, I thought to myself. “Anything else you want, let me know. I will be running around, so you guys don’t have to get up in this pandemonium.

“A drink.” I said, “Preferably Iced tea.”.

“On it,” he said, taking off in a frenzy. I shook my head and opened the laptop.

“He means well.” one of the guys said.

“Yeah, but he needs to lay off those energy drinks.” another said. I smiled as everybody got down to business.

Soon a cup landed next to me, and I was off into wonderland. The project had great potential, but it was written all wrong in my view and since I was lead. I deleted everything and started from scratch. I redesigned a few characters, which the guy Damien was happy to jump on as soon as I had a layout, then Trevor came behind me with a notepad and began to draw the design for the new city.

“Word that would look awesome.” he said as he walked over.

Every time he talked, I expected to see a black guy, but he was a short white guy with a hat turned backwards and baggy clothes that looked like they were three sizes bigger than they should.

I asked who did the designs for interiors as I wanted their view based on a new base of operations for the new characters. Sean volunteered and wheeled his chair over. We sat there going over a few things as he sketched and pre-sketched until we agreed on a final draft.

He patted me on the shoulder and wheeled himself back. He was an older gentleman probably in his fifties. Soon the whole team was running on all cylinders as I got to work on the first book, well, a rough draft of the first book. I did take notice to a few people passing, some of the girls I wondered about, how they could leave the house looking that way, half-naked or might as well be naked.

“Hey Tre?” Trevor said, pointing to a woman who came round the corner, dressed as poison ivy from the Batman series. “Check out those.” he said. The lady was very well endowed up top and nearly spilling out. “Bet you they come out if she bends over.” he said. I laughed, nodding my head.

“I’ll take that bet.” Jeff said. Trevor grabbed a pencil, and just as she passed, he rolled it off the table so it landed in front of her.

“Here let me get that for you.” one of her friends said, picking it up. “Nice try,” the friend said, laughing at him before rejoining the rest of her friends. We all laughed.

“Hey, they would of came out if she picked it up”, Trevor laughed.

I returned to my work, and within moments I was back in wonderland before something hit me in the head. Looking down, it was a pencil.

“Hey day dreamer!” Sean said. “You got a visitor.” I picked the pencil up and turned to face a wall of cleavage.

‘Holy crap!’ I thought to myself. My eyes began to focus out. Standing there leaning over was a beautiful lady with light blue eyes and a perfect face. She must have been just over 5’5 or close to that, but what stuck out the most was her huge boobs, huge being an understatement.

“Hi.” she said with a friendly smile.

“Hi.” I said, coughing. “Sorry got caught in wonderland.” I said, trying to clear the awkwardness.

“I see.” she said, looking at the guys that were staring at her.

She was dressed as Emma frost, her long blonde hair that went straight down just by her shoulders, a white top that came down just under her enormous chest, her mid-section was open, revealing a nice stomach not overly big but just in shape to show the outline of her abs, and long white skintight pants, with a white lacy over top. She was wearing high heel boots, which I noticed when I picked up the pencil.

“I was asking them if they knew how to write out a character for me and they told me you were the writer.” she said. Her voice was very mellow.

“Sure.” I said, closing the laptop revealing more of her.

She looked back at her friends with a thumbs up. Her friends were two guys and three girls. The girls were dressed like the power puff girls, which I found very funny.

“Nice costumes.” I said. They waved back. The girl dressed like Emma frost walked back to one of the guys and pulled a large binder out from his backpack. I immediately noticed a nice round bubble butt.

“How doesn’t she fall over?” Damien whispered to me since he was the closest

“Shh!” I replied, but I had thought the same. She came back and opened the binder to a row of pictures of a woman that was more than amply stacked. “Wow.” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, my ex, used to say she was too big on top, but I told him that’s how the comic book world was, women with huge boobs, plus I like it.” she said. I looked through the pages, and the same woman was drawn over and over.

“I would say you more than like it.” I replied which we both laughed. Then I saw a similarity. “Isn’t this um?” then I stopped did not want to give myself away for someone that liked porn or anything.

“Chelsea Charms?” she asked.

“Yeah!” I said, trying to sound surprised, but I knew who it was.

“Didn’t think anyone would notice, yeah I met her a few years ago and asked to draw her and she let me.” the girl smiled. “You know your boobs.” she said.

“Boob guy. What can I say?” I shrugged. “But yeah, I can do something with these.” I said. “Give me about an hour and I will have a write up for you, did you want an episode or just a character overlay?” I said, opening my laptop.

“Just an overlay will be fine, I always messed things up with it so…” she said, shrugging and walking back to her friends.

“Here is his card.” Sean quickly said. Handing a card over to her.

“Thanks.” she said, walking away.

“Holy crap!” Trevor said out loud, to which other people in the row agreed by nodding. Even a woman across the path nodded.

“Did anyone expect her to fall over?” cause I know I did. Damien said.

“No way are they real.” someone said from the tables behind us.

“They could.” I said, already working on a character layout.

“No way, they are fake beyond fakeness.” Trevor blurted back.

“Yeah man I am going to have to agree with fake thug here,” Serg said. “No way portions are all wrong, if they were real, she would have to be like huge or something.”

“Come on” I turned to face them. “Why is it that guys and women,” I turned to face the woman across the way. “See a woman with huge boobs and its automatically fake!” I smiled they all turned to me.

“Cause it’s not possible.” Jeff said. “The human body is just made to be proportioned and if it’s not then. She my friend would be bent over like a hunchback, just cause the weight alone!”

“Okay I give you the weight but with proper exercise and diet she would be able to keep them,” I retaliated.

“What do you say?” Trevor asked the only lady within earshot.

“I would have to agree. I’m proportioned and I am big,” she said, standing up. “Sorry but those were fake.” she shrugged.

“See even she agrees,” Sean said. “Fake,” they all turned back.

“I disagree, not saying they aren’t but just saying they might be real.” I said.

“Okay name one woman like that, that are real.” Jeff asked. “Since you know your boobs.”

“Not fake porn actresses either because those are fake no matter what you say,” Trevor said.

“Okay off the top of my head?” I asked. They all nodded. Serg turned his laptop on. “Really you’re going to Google?”

“Don’t want you given out fake names,” he smiled. I shrugged.

“First and my favorite of all Merilyn Sakova, pre reduction,” I said to which he goggled. They all gathered around.

“Holy shit those are real?” Sean said.

“Read and weep,” I said, turning back to my laptop.

“Okay that’s one, you can’t do it again.” Trevor said.

“Seriously?” I asked.

They all nodded like hound dogs.

“Fine um Leanne Crow,” I said. “Which miss Emma Frost is very close too.” Their faces dropped as they looked up pictures of her. “Give me that.” I said, grabbing their laptop. “Here go navigate through this site and catch up on what all boob guys know. “I punched in the address for Boobpedia and handed it to them.

I got back to work as they oohed and ahhed. Once in a while, I heard a no way and can’t be real. To which I laughed.

Soon an hour had passed, and they had finally got back to work. Then my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered while I finished up.

“Hi is this the guy working on my character?” the voice said.

“Um yeah was just about finished, got the layout and premise all written out for you.” I replied.

“Can you bring it to the food court, Sorry but ran into a few problems coming through the hall, the first time,” she said.

“I could imagine.” I said, folding my laptop closed. “Be there soon.” I said, hanging up the phone. “Hey Jeff? Food court which way?” I asked.

He looked up from his screen, which he had turned away from the others but could see he was watching pictures again.

“What do you want I can get it?” he said, standing up.

“Hey!” Jason said. He was the quiet one in the group. “Point that thing away from me.” he said.

“Wow chubster, you want to sit back down with that thing?” Trevor said. Jeff sat back down, embarrassed.

“It’s over that way.” he pointed. His face was still all red.

“Might want to close that up until later.” I whispered to him; he nodded, closing the laptop. Trevor shook his head at him.

“Catching a boner in a comic con with kids around. What’s wrong with you?” he said. Jeff nodded.

Walking around the room was hard for me, people running two and fro, little kids popping up from nowhere. Plus, the constant stopping because someone wanted to take a picture of someone else. It was getting aggravating. Finally, I reached the food court, and I saw her in the corner of the room, sitting on the floor.

“Hey?” I said, sitting down across from her.

“Hey.” she said without a smile.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah sure.” she said with a fake smile. I didn’t push the issue any further than needed. It wasn’t my business. I handed her the laptop, which she began to read, then she smiled and then laughed.

“I love it,” she said.

I took the laptop back and asked her for an email which she gave to me. I emailed the story to her and let her watch as I deleted the file and all of the content for her character.

“Thanks,” she said. “I better go look for my friends.” she said, standing up. In the light now, as we both stood there, I could see she had been crying.

“You sure, you’re, okay?” I said, reaching a hand on her shoulder, to which she flinched back from.

“Yeah, I am fine. Thank you again,” she said as she walked away. I watched her disappear into the crowd then I walked back to my seat.

The rest of the day went by without any significant incidents except I saw a guy dressed in a cool Wolverine costume and had to take a picture, but the others took pictures of nearly every woman with a huge bust. And every time they asked me if they were real or not. To which I answered I didn’t know. Finally, it was time to pack up, and it was just me, Jeff and Jason. I told Jeff he could go since most of the stuff went with Jason in his truck anyway, and the rest we could leave.

“Thanks, by the way,” Jason said.

“For what?” I asked.

“The whole fake or not thing,” Jason said. Jason seemed like a cool kid, maybe around nineteen, making him the youngest, with light blonde hair and a noticeably short and thin kid.

“Why are you saying thanks for?” I asked as we folded the banner up.

“They always tease me about my mom.” he said. “She has well you know.” he said, slightly embarrassed. “They are always saying she got them done, to get guys when she hasn’t,” he said as we put the banner in its case. “Maybe now they will let it go.”

“First off, that shit doesn’t fly with me. And I won’t bring it up but if I hear it, it will end. Two what your mom did or did not do to her body is no one’s business and you don’t have to be embarrassed about what they say. Got me?” I said. He nodded. “Okay let’s go.”

I said, waving goodbye to all the other artists as we exited the hall. We went a different way from how I came, and I found there was a bar there. Maybe after we put all this stuff away, I would get a drink or two. Something inside caught my eye. I looked again and saw Emma Frost sitting at the bar.

“I can take all this,” Jason said.

“No, it’s okay,” I said, walking ahead.

We put all the stuff in the truck, and I waved him off. Turning back, I walked past the bar again. This time with no intention of going in. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker when I heard.

“That’s it lady I am cutting you off!” I looked inside, and the bartender was walking away from her. There was no other lady by the bar. Already I could see the wolves circling her. I shook my head and walked in.

“Hey, there you are,” I said aloud so everyone could hear me. Immediately the wolves sat back down. “Was looking for you,” I sat next to her.

“What would it be?” the man asked. I told him my choice, and he walked away.

“Hi,” she said. In a low voice, she had been crying again, and her makeup and hair was a mess.

“Hi.” I said back.

“Friends left me,” she said. Looking around, the guys were looking directly at us.

“I gathered,” I said. She leaned in close and began to cry again. I patted her on the back. “Okay let’s talk,” I wrapped an arm around her and walked her over to a booth.

“Thanks,” she said as I handed her a napkin. “I look a mess.” she said to which I shrugged.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Short version, lost my job, stayed with a few friends,” she began to say.

“Power puffs?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “I couldn’t pay my half of the rent for the last two months, so they were going to kick me out anyway,” she shrugged. “So we came here to say goodbye, you know, it’s close to the airport, and well, she reached into her side pocket and flung a plane ticket on the table. I went for it and opened it. It was a one-way trip to Arkansas.

“Guessing that’s home?” I said, folding it back up and pushing it back to her.

“Home,” she laughed. “If you want to call it that, Father’s a drunk, Mother’s dead and my brothers are perverted assholes that took advantage of our mother’s death. Yeah, its home,” she said, rolling her eyes.

I shook my head.

“But father said I could come home and take care of the place for free until I get back on my feet,” I shook my head and could only think of what taking care of the place really meant. Here I was with my life finally going right, and here she was with her world getting torn apart.

“My names Tre by the way.” I said, reaching my hand over the table. She smiled

“I know saw the name on the card,” she laughed; her face was perking up. “Names Chelsea and no my second name isn’t Charms,” she laughed.

“I hope not,” I laughed.

“I think I am a few cup sizes smaller than her,” she said, grabbing her boobs and bouncing them.

“Not by much,” I smiled.

“We are closing soon,” the bartender said.

“Oh okay,” I said, reaching into my wallet and paying for the drink. He looked over at her, to which she looked at me. “Here put it on this,” I said, taking back the money and giving him a card. “Hers too,” he nodded and walked away. “Ruined your plans huh?” I said.

“Kind of,” she said, looking away.

“Getting arrested for not paying a bar bill, won’t make things better.” I said. “Trust me” she nodded.

The look on her face said it all. She had nowhere to go but with her family, which, if the story held, meant she was going to be living in her private hell.

“Tell you what.” I said, drinking the last of my beer. “I have a large hotel room, you can stay there with me, until you think of something to do,” I said as I slid out of my chair, offering my hand to her. She smiled back at me.

“Thank you,” her face lit up. The bartender came back with my card.

“Can she use your bathroom to clean up?” I asked. He nodded and showed her the way.

“Her suitcases are behind the bar.” the bartender said, pointing to three medium-sized suitcases. I looked at them.

She was better off than me when I was on hard times; all my stuff had fit in black laundry bags. I picked them up and waited for her to come out. With the makeup all washed away and the tears gone, she looked a lot better and instantly, I could see her eyes again.

“What?” she asked, smiling as she took two of the suitcases from me.

“Nothing,” I replied. She had caught me staring.

“Well at least you were looking at my eyes and not my tits,” she said, smiling as we walked out of the bar. “This time,” she giggled.

“This time?” I asked.

“Over the laptop when I came to your stall?” she reminded me.

“Oh yeah,” I half-smiled. “Caught that huh?”

“Uh huh,” Chelsea nodded. With a yawn. “Sorry tired been a long day” We got to my S.U.V. it was a rental, but I liked it. It was very roomy inside and tall, so I could quickly get in and out. “Wow nice,” she said as she looked at it.

“Thanks.” I replied. “A rental.” I nodded to make sure she didn’t think I was trying to act more prominent than I was.

“Ah,” she said as we put her suitcases in the back. “Wait, you do know nothing will happen tonight, right?” she asked before she got in. I laughed and got in. “I mean it,” she stated.

“Just get in. If I was that type of guy, I would have already tried something,” I said. She looked at me with a funny look. “Trust me.”

Chelsea got in and sat down, buckling her seat belt. We drove off out of the parking lot in silence as I didn’t know what else to say. Soon we were on the highway when I got a call. It was someone from Gary’s office; they wanted to confirm that I wanted to keep the rental and add more time to the rental agreement. I confirmed as I turned to look at Chelsea. She had already fallen asleep. I smiled and finished the conversation. Reaching the hotel, I tried to wake her, but she was fast asleep.

“Great,” I said to myself, getting out of the vehicle.

I grabbed the bags and took them inside, making sure to lock the doors. The receptionist told me all the bag handlers had left for the night. Looking up at the clock, I could see why it was getting close to midnight. I was getting tired myself.

I didn’t want to take the bags upstairs and leave Chelsea in the vehicle alone. Even though the hotel was luxurious, the area it was in was not.

“Could you help me?” I asked.

“Sorry but not really allowed to leave the desk,” she shrugged. I could see her smartphone doing the vibrating dance on her desk and smiled.

“Okay no problem,” I said. “I know how hard these night shifts are on a relationship.” I smiled at her. She looked at the phone and looked back at me.

“Thank you,” she said.

I walked back out and opened the passenger door. She had been resting on the door and nearly fell out if it wasn’t for the seat belt. She must not have slept in a while because she did not even stir.

“Okay?” I said to myself as I placed an arm under her legs and gently hoisted her out of the vehicle, swinging her gently so her head rested on my shoulder. I put the other arm under her back and made sure my hand touched her sides and not her chest. I kicked the door closed and heard the chirp of the alarm go off as I hit the button.

The receptionist must have gone to the back to carry on her conversation because she was gone when I came back in.

Looking down at Chelsea, her large boobs pressed against my chest was creating a valley of cleavage.

“Come on!” I said to myself, so I stopped looking. Gently I laid her down on a couch next to the elevators. I walked back to the doors to grab a cart to put the suitcases on.

Looking back and forth, I wondered how I would take both her and the cases up. I didn’t want her waking and seeing nothing familiar, and with the receptionist gone for who knows how long, there was no one to watch the cases. The ding of the elevators sounded, and an old lady came out. She looked over at Chelsea, then at me.

“Young man?” she said, then pointed.

“Oh crap,” I said as I saw Chelsea beginning to roll off the couch. I ran over in time to push her back up. “This is going to be a long night.” I smiled back at the lady.

“Can I help?” she asked.

“Yes, you can,” I said. “Can you watch her cases while I take her upstairs?

“I can do better I will roll them upstairs with you.” she said. “You might want to…” she said, pointing to her chest. “Before one of them fall out”, she smiled. I had been thinking that. I reached for her light white jacket and began to pull it over her chest. “Here let me help,” She said as she reached in and buttoned the coat closed.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Not your wife or girlfriend, is she?” the lady asked.

“Nope not even a friend really,” I replied. I began to tell her the whole story as we got into the elevator and across the hallway to my room.

“You’re a good man.” she said as we reached my door. “Not many people would do such a thing for a stranger.”

“Well, I would hope someone would do that for me.” I said, opening the door. “You can roll that anywhere; I am sure she will unpack when she gets up.” I placed her on the bed.

“I will get her undressed, sleeping in that latex or whatever those clothes are made of these days, will suffocate her skin,” the little lady said, pushing the cart into the room then closing the door.

I smiled and pulled out a pillow and a blanket, and threw them on the couch. I laid down and started reading over the story I had written on my laptop when I heard the door open again.

“She is settled in; I will be seeing you again,” she waved.

“Thank you again.” I said.

“No thank you,” she said, turning. “I had thought all the good men had gone but seeing how you are treating her, makes me think again.” she waved and left the room.

Shortly after, I closed the laptop and fell asleep.

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