The long columns of dwindling numbers added up to one thing: Lonestar Lil's Lounge was in trouble. With a sigh, Lil' closed the spreadsheet program, shut the laptop, and transfered it from its perch atop her mighty bosom to the desk below. Then she got to her feet and walked out of her office towards the floor of her club. She could salvage this somehow.
Maybe not. Four of her top dancers had quit recently and it was going to take time to recruit or train new stars. Lil' wasn't sure that her remaining B team could hold the fort until reinforcements arrived. The customers seemed immune to Kandee Applez's listless gyrations, even repulsed, perhaps because Kandee's apples more closely resembled prunes. Just how many times had she told that woman to shave her damn armpits? The men's frightened eyes remained locked on the beers they were nursing.
Glancing at the roster, she saw Trayci Trixxx was supposed to be on next. But that awful skank had been arrested by Dallas PD yesterday. Lil' briefly considered asking Kandee to work a double set, but another glance at her abused patrons told her this would empty the club faster than if she held it upside down and started shaking. So she did something she hadn't done in years: she headed back towards the dressing rooms to change. Lonestar Lil' was back.
About halfway through disrobing, she caught her reflection in the mirror and wondered if she was making a terrible mistake. She hadn't danced since she bought her own club, and she had let herself go; which was a charitable way of saying that she was fat. Real, real fat. Most of it wound up in the right places, but there was no denying how big she was. The overhang of her belly hid most of the white g-string she wore. In back, it covered her double-wide butt as adequately as dental floss. Inches of pink areola peeked out beyond the pointed outlines of the largest star pasties she could find. Would she be the one who would put the final nail in the coffin of her teetering business?
Somehow shouldering that responsibility lightened her burdens. She smiled as she took her six-guns out of their velvet lined case, and despite her bulk, there was a definite spring in her step as she sauntered past a shocked looking Kandee on her way to take center stage.
There was a stunned silence in response to the DJ announcing the name: Lonestar Lil.' Then the beats started back up, blaring. She lost herself in the music and the sea of outstretched hands offering bills in surprisingly large denominations.
Great to see *yet another* BBW piece! And, just as I'm a sucker for minor details, the detail on the pistols is brilliant - in b4 jokes about "big guns". Come to think of it, more than likely in after.
Unfortunately in real life, the only things big down here are the bugs. Pray that you never have to be traumatized by the sight of a Giant Desert Centipede.
Somebody, we are at Woot's discretion-- if he wants to draw sad catgirls in the snow, then that's what we get. Just enjoy the parts you like, is all I can say.
Somebody on August 5, 2009, 1:24 am While I do love that you're back making pictures, I'm not really a fancier of fat/BBW stuff. Can we stick to BE and busty girls a bit more please?
Honestly, I'm not sure if she's even big enough to call it a BBW pic. There's barely any belly.. just tons upon tons of ass.. ^_^
I'd call it more hourglass then WG. And that's something I do wanna see more of. :D
Maybe not. Four of her top dancers had quit recently and it was going to take time to recruit or train new stars. Lil' wasn't sure that her remaining B team could hold the fort until reinforcements arrived. The customers seemed immune to Kandee Applez's listless gyrations, even repulsed, perhaps because Kandee's apples more closely resembled prunes. Just how many times had she told that woman to shave her damn armpits? The men's frightened eyes remained locked on the beers they were nursing.
Glancing at the roster, she saw Trayci Trixxx was supposed to be on next. But that awful skank had been arrested by Dallas PD yesterday. Lil' briefly considered asking Kandee to work a double set, but another glance at her abused patrons told her this would empty the club faster than if she held it upside down and started shaking. So she did something she hadn't done in years: she headed back towards the dressing rooms to change. Lonestar Lil' was back.
About halfway through disrobing, she caught her reflection in the mirror and wondered if she was making a terrible mistake. She hadn't danced since she bought her own club, and she had let herself go; which was a charitable way of saying that she was fat. Real, real fat. Most of it wound up in the right places, but there was no denying how big she was. The overhang of her belly hid most of the white g-string she wore. In back, it covered her double-wide butt as adequately as dental floss. Inches of pink areola peeked out beyond the pointed outlines of the largest star pasties she could find. Would she be the one who would put the final nail in the coffin of her teetering business?
Somehow shouldering that responsibility lightened her burdens. She smiled as she took her six-guns out of their velvet lined case, and despite her bulk, there was a definite spring in her step as she sauntered past a shocked looking Kandee on her way to take center stage.
There was a stunned silence in response to the DJ announcing the name: Lonestar Lil.' Then the beats started back up, blaring. She lost herself in the music and the sea of outstretched hands offering bills in surprisingly large denominations.