(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)
(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)
'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'
I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…
'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'
I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity.