Plumper Room

We looked at each other and began to laugh. For me that made it worse. Her whole body shook as she laughed, pinning me harder against the unyielding floor. It hurt like hell, but the situation only made me laugh harder, which made her laugh harder.

I was wondering how they were going to dispose of my crushed lifeless body when she mercifully rolled off me. I could breathe again. We lay there for several minutes gathering strength. I sat up and looked over at her. I realized again how pretty she was as she lay there with her eyes closed, half smiling with satisfaction.

"Now, who's the best fuck?", she asked, opening one eye and grinning at me slyly.

I decided to gamble once again. "Well, it wouldn't be completely fair to say, unless I could try all of you at the same time. Why don't you talk to Debbie and Angie and find out when the four of us are getting together?" I knew I would look at all big women differently from then on--if I survived the night.

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Author's Note: This club was modeled after the 7 Seas on JFK Blvd in Tampa. So is the one in my other story, The Rumpus Room. When the girls got too fat or too pregnant to work in the more upscale Tampa clubs, they could work at the 7 Seas until they slimmed down. They were rarely actual plumpers or BBWs so I've taken some artistic license here. There was a liquor store right next door and the girls used to hustle everyone to buy them a bottle. The old Korean woman behind the bar ruled the place with an iron fist. I only lived in Tampa for a short time, but enjoyed my visits to the 7 Seas for having real women, not plastic barbies.