Coincidentally, just last week I walked into a club in Paterson, NJ and was almost immediately approached by one of the fattest strippers I've seen in quite a while. She starts rubbing her big gazangas on me and asks for a drink. Normally I would have politely declined, but she had the most beautiful face, I couldn't look away. Great hair, youthful healthy-looking skin, not too much makeup, just naturally gorgeous, and she smelled really good - not all perfumed up, more like she just got out of the shower. Mmmm - nice! I signaled the bartender while she somehow hoisted herself up onto the bar stool.
She was really pleasant to talk to and we were chatting for a while. She starts telling me how she used to be a flight attendant. I found it hard to believe - couldn't imagine her pushing a cart up and down the aisle with an ass that big, but she showed me pictures in her uniform and even one in the cockpit of what was obviously a commercial airliner.
I've been to this bar a few times before and know it as a serious extras place. The more I looked at her, my mind began to focus less on the conversation and more on taking her upstairs to the very private lap dance area. It was literally the first time I ever felt seriously turned on by a "large" woman.
She was going on about her stripper career since leaving the airline business, while I'm busy trying to figure out the logistics of being with a woman of that size. I knew it would have to be in a way that I could see her pretty face the whole time. She says something about being from NYC and clubs are still closed there and she's trying New Jersey for the first time this week, blah, blah...
Then she said something that snapped me back to reality. She had recently tried working at an "underground" place in New York that began operating while the shut-down was still in effect, but she left after only two nights. "Oh yeah, why's that?" I asked. She says, "Well, the girls there were all blowing and fucking customers, and I don't do that stuff."
WTF? I'm sitting there processing what she just said when she excuses herself to go to the ladies room. "I'll be right back, sweetie," she says. So I smile and say "Great, I'll order more drinks for us." As soon as she was out of sight, I bolted straight out the door. I'm pretty sure by the time she returned I was in my car and half a mile away.