The Fat Bimbo – Part 1

Things were going slow in Brandon’s strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. And this was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers on the stage due to this weird technology he… acquired. But ever since he had opened an “escort service” as his second business, most of the women had been moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to his technology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To find something fresh that would attract more customers.

“Hey, neighbour,” a chipper voice pulled him out of his own head. His eyes locked with Rebeca’s and in a moment he realised that he might just have found his next talent.

He stares just one second to long at her, before answering, “Good morning, Rebeca.” He watches on as she moves to her mailbox and back to the house. Brandon had to admit that she wasn’t the perfect figure you usually see on stage. Her belly wasn’t as tight as any of his show girls, quite the opposite actually. And her ass was simply huge, but that usually worked out fine. More and more guys preferred big buts. With a couple of sessions on his machine, she might become a great way to pull in customers. “Hey, Beca,” he called behind her. She looked up from her mail with a questioning look in her eyes. “I can’t help but notice that you look a bit pale. If you want you can use my tanning bed.”