because of her weight. And she certainly didn’t have problems finding dates. There was something about a girl with a booty that drew in those that could appreciate the joys of the jiggle.
Nikki found that men who like ass, really loved ass. They were connoisseurs, collectors if you will, of bangin’ booties. And she was happy to meet them and enjoy what they had to offer.
“Seriously, drinks before the taxi gets here bitches!” Nikki heard Chloe yelling.
Rolling her eyes as Izzy she said, “We had better move before the boss gets bitchy.”
“You mean bitchier,” Izzy snickered.
Nikki smoothed her tight black skirt over her butt, and adjusted the hot pink ribbons on the front of her black cap sleeve shirt. The laces criss-crossed up the front like the back of a corset. She loved this shirt, it made her feel feminine and naughty at the same time.
Striding out into the hallway with Izzy following, she found three shot glasses of lemon drops waiting for them on the counter.
“To an awesome night, and fingers and toes crossed that one of us meets someone we won’t be embarrassed to wake up next to tomorrow!” Chloe toasted.
“Charming,” smirked Nikki.
Actually that sounded like a great plan for all of them. The odds of them finding hot firefighters that wanted to go home with them were slim to none, but Nikki was an optimist. She would try to make the best of the evening. If she didn’t get lucky maybe one of the BFF’s would.
With that thought and their second rounds down, the taxi honked out front.
Chapter 2
The taxi pulled up to Bunkers, the local hang out for the firefighters, paramedics, and EMT’s in the area. It was always busy with men and women from the station relaxing after shifts. And of course, skeletal stilt walkers hoping to hook up with their idea of beefcake.
Nikki called them stilt walkers because they always managed to find the highest pair of stilettos to strap onto their emaciated legs. It made them look like carnival folk trotting around and often tipping over.
Nikki herself kept her shoes low. She was tall enough and didn’t want to tower over the guys she met. It was too awkward when they ended up with their heads at boob level.
They all hopped out of the cab, Nikki ensuring her tush was still covered as she climbed out. They made it into the bar past the bouncer and found themselves in a sea of women. The music was pumping and the front row of tables were already full of the skeleton crew. Chloe led them over to a high-top in the second row and ordered a round of drinks.
Nikki was feeling warm from her lemon drops but was thirsty already. Their drinks arrived and another round of toasts for a great evening. Nikki just wanted the show to get started. She could at least get a little eye candy in even if she ended up going home alone.
The MC came on over the screeching loud speaker. Nikki clapped her hands over her ears. Not a great way to start the evening. Once the MC got that sound system under control he proceeded to rile up the crowd. He also introduced the local C-list celebrities that would be judging the contest. The usual line up of newscasters, car dealership owners, and that brain dead Chihuahua that pulled the lottery balls.
The MC announced the first contestant, a terrified looking young man named Manuel. Clearly not in his element, he was halfway through his song before he started to thaw and pretend to enjoy himself. He was way too skinny for Nikki’s taste. She was a big girl and need a big strong man to match.
Next up after that was some kind of crazy Greek god named Rafe. Who names their kid Rafe? Or Rafferty as the MC said. Weird name Nikki thought.
That thought was quickly pushed aside when she noticed Rafe’s gaze was directed at their table, right at Chloe to be exact.
Nikki flipped her head back and forth between the two just to confirm. Yup, Mr. PJ pants was totally checking out her best
Nikki found that men who like ass, really loved ass. They were connoisseurs, collectors if you will, of bangin’ booties. And she was happy to meet them and enjoy what they had to offer.
“Seriously, drinks before the taxi gets here bitches!” Nikki heard Chloe yelling.
Rolling her eyes as Izzy she said, “We had better move before the boss gets bitchy.”
“You mean bitchier,” Izzy snickered.
Nikki smoothed her tight black skirt over her butt, and adjusted the hot pink ribbons on the front of her black cap sleeve shirt. The laces criss-crossed up the front like the back of a corset. She loved this shirt, it made her feel feminine and naughty at the same time.
Striding out into the hallway with Izzy following, she found three shot glasses of lemon drops waiting for them on the counter.
“To an awesome night, and fingers and toes crossed that one of us meets someone we won’t be embarrassed to wake up next to tomorrow!” Chloe toasted.
“Charming,” smirked Nikki.
Actually that sounded like a great plan for all of them. The odds of them finding hot firefighters that wanted to go home with them were slim to none, but Nikki was an optimist. She would try to make the best of the evening. If she didn’t get lucky maybe one of the BFF’s would.
With that thought and their second rounds down, the taxi honked out front.
Chapter 2
The taxi pulled up to Bunkers, the local hang out for the firefighters, paramedics, and EMT’s in the area. It was always busy with men and women from the station relaxing after shifts. And of course, skeletal stilt walkers hoping to hook up with their idea of beefcake.
Nikki called them stilt walkers because they always managed to find the highest pair of stilettos to strap onto their emaciated legs. It made them look like carnival folk trotting around and often tipping over.
Nikki herself kept her shoes low. She was tall enough and didn’t want to tower over the guys she met. It was too awkward when they ended up with their heads at boob level.
They all hopped out of the cab, Nikki ensuring her tush was still covered as she climbed out. They made it into the bar past the bouncer and found themselves in a sea of women. The music was pumping and the front row of tables were already full of the skeleton crew. Chloe led them over to a high-top in the second row and ordered a round of drinks.
Nikki was feeling warm from her lemon drops but was thirsty already. Their drinks arrived and another round of toasts for a great evening. Nikki just wanted the show to get started. She could at least get a little eye candy in even if she ended up going home alone.
The MC came on over the screeching loud speaker. Nikki clapped her hands over her ears. Not a great way to start the evening. Once the MC got that sound system under control he proceeded to rile up the crowd. He also introduced the local C-list celebrities that would be judging the contest. The usual line up of newscasters, car dealership owners, and that brain dead Chihuahua that pulled the lottery balls.
The MC announced the first contestant, a terrified looking young man named Manuel. Clearly not in his element, he was halfway through his song before he started to thaw and pretend to enjoy himself. He was way too skinny for Nikki’s taste. She was a big girl and need a big strong man to match.
Next up after that was some kind of crazy Greek god named Rafe. Who names their kid Rafe? Or Rafferty as the MC said. Weird name Nikki thought.
That thought was quickly pushed aside when she noticed Rafe’s gaze was directed at their table, right at Chloe to be exact.
Nikki flipped her head back and forth between the two just to confirm. Yup, Mr. PJ pants was totally checking out her best
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