Night Out Again
By Helia Melonowski 2006
bounce_69@hotmail.com


"We need more drinks over here, Miss Juggs," Tom Chekki said as he threw his
bar napkin over the edge of the counter where it floated down to the floor
behind the bar. There was a small pile of ruffled napkins on the floor behind
the bar from him. The amounted to the number of drinks he'd had since he and
the other tenants from the hotel/apartment/condo building had arrived for
happy hour. The napkins numbered to roughly 10 and the man was drunk and more
smart-mouthed than ever.

"Bend down and pick up those napkins and I'll give you a big tip next round,"
Steve Johnson, another tenant and drunk, said with a wink.

" Or give you a big DICK next round," Tom added and both guys chuckled.

Luckily the two men were the last two clowns at the bar. If there had been
hotel patrons there I would have kicked the two assholes out immediately, or
maybe even before they'd gotten this faced. But instead I let them have their
fun, paying customers as they were though any of Steve's tips, regardless of
what I did, would result in bigger tips from the cheapskate.

"Sorry guys, this is last call. I gotta close up," I said as I dried two wine
goblets and reached up to hang them above the rack over the bar countertop.
Unfortunately, the rack hung right over where the two guys were sitting so as
I stretched to put the glasses up, my own rack—all 98-inches of it and bulging
from my uniform top like two huge torpedoes—became open for groping. Tom and
Steve BOTH reached out and placed their hands on my tits; Tom touching my left
tit and Steve touching my right.

"Damn, I know she does that on purpose," Tom snickered as he closed his fists
around the soft titflesh, taking a handful. He kneaded the enormous tit like a
huge piece of breaddough.

"Ow! Stop that. Let go," I yelped as if in pain, however, tingles of arousal
shot through my body, traveling with lightning speed to my plump little pussy.
My nipples also reacted, rising up in the tight green uniform top for the two
guys to see.

"Oh gawd, Helia, you got to come up to my place tonight after you get off from
work. Tom and I will show you a good time," Steve slurred, tweaking my fat
nipple with one hand and rubbing my big right boob on the side with the other.

I bit my lip and watched as both guys fondled my jutting boobs through my
uniform top. I glanced around nervously, expecting at any moment someone to
appear walking down the hall passed the bar or one of the front desk girls,
Teri or Abby, to come round the corner.

"I think Miss Juggs just needs to CUM. Get off and cum," Tom said being the
more savage one of the two, continuing to roughly manhandle my giant bosom. "I
hear you and Steve had a falling out."

The mention of the OTHER Steve broke me from the growing erotic stupor the two
guys were creating by fondling my breasts. I slapped both their hands away and
backed up, nearly tripping over the rubber floor mat under me.

"You guys gotta go. THE BAR IS CLOSED." I said angrily, taking the lower
corners of my mussed uniform and yanking it down back flush over myself. The
fabric tightened across my chest, emphasizing my big aroused nipples that
protruded like shotglasses beneath the top.

Steve Johnson looked let down. Tom Chekki looked amused.

"I hear he hooked up with what's-her-name, that sweet little front
deskclerk...Keri," Tom said as if it was hurting his brain to think though he
was staging this just to irritate me. I could tell by his nasty grin. "Well,
actually, you and Steve never went out really. Kinda got drunk one night at a
friend's place and made out. You thought he liked you. You had a crush on him,
got wet panties for him. And he passed you up for that hot little mama Keri."

Tom knew the story, obviously either someone else I worked with told him, and
probably the entire bunch of regulars who came down to the bar from the
apartments and condos above. Either that or Steve, the guy Tom was talking
about, told the guys during his shift. Steve Reeves was one of the other
bartenders here and typically worked the weeknights and weekend nights I
didn't work. Yeah, the guy was a hottie and made my noodles boil. Yeah, we'd
had a little tryst, foolish me, and I got all googly eyed over him and...he
ended up taking out cute little petite-sized Keri, little supermodel
covergirl...who didn't have a freak body like me.

"Come on, Helia, you need to let off some steam," Tom said referring to Steve
J's suggestion for me to go back to his place with them.

"Yeah, Helia, I still have that double dong you nearly devoured whole last
time." Steve said holding his hand out as if I'd take it. "I even got a bigger
one, this fucking huge dildo I bet you'd love. Either that or I could call a
few more friends over and we could line up."

"YOU GUYS GOTTA GO...NOW!" I said raising my voice.

Just then Dominic the waiter came walking around the corner from the kitchen
area. He had his street clothes on and his white work shirt and black work
pants slung over his arm. He swung his hips when he walked. He was gay. Not
that I cared. He was a nice guy.

"What's going on out here? These assholes bothering you?" Dom said knowing Tom
and Steve had been down here tonight forever and he disliked them...just
because they were loud and obnoxious all the time.

"They were just leaving," I said clearing their glasses.

Tom laughed as he slid from his stool. Steve pulled out a roll of one dollar
bills and peeled away five and laid them on the counter...hardly a proper tip
for the amount of his bill. But it was better than nothing...Tom didn't leave
anything.

"Toodles," Dom waved to the guys as they left the bar. They didn't acknowledge
him in the least.

"Wanna go to the bar? Everyone's meeting at the Lizard Lounge," Dom said as he
helped me close down the bar and turn off the lights.

I pulled my cash drawer and left the bar with Dom walking beside me. "I don't
know. I didn't bring a change of clothes cuz I thought I was just going to go
home after work. I got like a skirt in mylocker...I'm going to look like an
idiot with this green uniform top and a blue skirt and my black work shoes and
white stockings."

"Eh, you'll look like a demented schoolgirl. You'll fit right in at the Lizard
Lounge," Dom chuckled. "What were those two buffoons doing to get you all
riled. I heard you bark at them in the elevator," he said as we turned down
the hallway and went towards the front desk and office where the safe was and
where I would drop off my till.

I opened my mouth to respond but Dom stopped me, glancing down at my left
boob. "Uh, don't tell me. I can see what they were doing...you got Chekki's
wet hand print on the side of your boobie."

"Oh crap," I exclaimed. "Is it super noticeable?"

We approached the front desk where Teri the night deskclerk was. I saw Abby
walking behind the front desk area where the office was.

"Hun, there is nothing about your chest that isn't super noticeable," he said
as he opened the office door for me and let me pass.

I walked by the little opening to the front desk and Teri turned and
acknowledged me. "Hey, Helia."

"Hey, Teri." I replied and moved to the office area where the safe was.

"Hey, Dom. Hey, Helia," Abby said as she pulled a light jacket over her. She
was in her street clothes like Dom. "Going out with us tonight, Helia. We're
all meeting at the Lizard Lounge." Abby said looking directly at my jutting
boobs as she did so. She always did that...talked to my boobs. She was as bad
as men though without the comments or catcalls or lewd whistling. She was a
super petite very flat-chested little thing. We had joked once that if I could
even give you a little of my bust size it would make her look like a tiny
Dolly Parton.

"Yeah, Dom talked me into it," I said as I squatted before the safe, my big
boobs resting on my knees and lap, and carefully opened the safe and slid my
drawer in.

"Yeah, if you want to go ahead, I will wait for Helia and ride with her," Dom
said. He didn't drive.

"Well, okay. See you guys over there." Abby said leaving the office, saying
goodnight to Teri and walking out the door.

I had got changed, looking like a total dork in my uniform top, skirt and work
shoes. The Lizard Lounge was one of those hip cool be-yourself kind of places
so no one would think twice about my weird attire.

"So how did those two letches end up getting the grab on you?" Dominic said as
we headed to my car parked in th lower level of the building.

"I let them in a way," I said hating myself just thinking about it.

"We need to get you laid, Miss Thang," Dom said.

"I could go for about 10 black guys," I giggled as we reached my Volkswagen
Beetle.

"I know a super hung white guy. Rick Marshals. One of Abby's friends. Saw him
in a Speedo once at a pool party. Guy is packing a monster in his shorts.
Course, he must be loaded with extra fertile sperm...he's knocked every girl
up who's been with him. I think he's got about 12 kids."

We got into my car and headed out.

"I don't know. Heck, I don't think I'll ever find a guy. I mean, I think they
all just look at me as a pair of big tits." I said as I drove through downtown
towards the bar we were heading to.

"Hate to burst your bra, sister, but you ARE a pair of big tits," Dom said
poking the side of my right boob. Both my boobs were mere centimeters from the
steering wheel. I drove the car gripping the wheel with arms straight out at
shoulder level like I was driving a bus.

"Sometimes I hate these things," I said glancing down at my huge breasts. "Did
you know I am 2 inches away from getting into the Guinness World Record book?"

"Not surprising. How much money do you get? Maybe we should fatten you up,"
Dom said jokingly.

"You don't know how insane it is. Do you know how many calls and how much mail
I get from skin magazines wanting to take pictures of me, well, THEM. I even
got a call to be in a porno movie down in Florida," I said as we turned onto
the street and were only three blocks away from where the bar was.

"I don't see why you don't take some of those offers. Heck, I bet you could
give the hotel bar job up and live off all that cash you'd get," Dom said. "If
all they want to see is your boobs."

"Yeah, and then my family would disown me if they ever found out," I said.

"I'd be your agent say for...30%" Dom smiled.

"DOM!" I yelled and we both laughed.

Car parked, we walked to the bar. The place sat on the corner of the busy main
street and a quieter side street. The outside facade was pretty worn down
looking, the bricks painted like lizard skin. The single door was open and
loud music and the chatter of a big crowd emitted from it. Dom and I walked
up. A bouncer dressed in all black with a semi-mohawk and a pierced nose stood
at the doorway.

"ID's" he said to us looking right at my jutting boobs in my uniform top.

"Oh crud! I left mine in the car," I said as Dom showed the guy his ID.

"Does she not look old enough to get in?" Dom said to the guy as they both
looked at my boobs. "Would a 16 year old have boobs her size?"

"Well, actually, I was pretty big when I was 16 too," I said kind of blushing
about it.

"She'll give you a blowjob!" Dom squeaked quickly.

"DOM!" I roared.

"Don't matter anyway, you'll have to wait for a bit. The place is packed," the
bouncer said.

"We got friends in there waiting for us," Dom said.

"Sorry," the guy said.

Dom threw his hands on his hips and turned to me.

"You wanna stay and wait?" he asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged, making my whole top bounce.

"Let's go down the street to The Promo. I know we can get in there," Dom said
as he began to walk away and head down the street. The Promo was a gay bar
about a block and a half down the road.

"So much for me getting laid," I joked with him.

We walked.

"So, do you think I am too big. That I'm a freak with being this...BIG?" I
said to Dom, again talking about my chest. I don't know why, tonight I was
just feeling self-conscious I guess.

Dom looked at me then my wobbling tits. "Well, heck yes, you got the biggest
freakiest boobies of any girl I know. Heck, ya piss the strippers off at
BEVIES every time we go in," Dom said. For a gay guy he liked to do weird
hetero things like go to strip bars and check out the girls, usually to size
them up if they should really be taking off their clothes and showing their
face in public. He was quite funny actually. "You a freak, Helia, but a nice
freak with heart...and some crazy-big freeking babyfeeders."

"Oh, Dom, you say the nicest things," I said jokingly and elbowed him hard.

We arrived at The Promo and walked in. There was guy at the door also, sitting
inside, checking id's though there was no one in line and the place was packed
but not wall to wall.

"Hey, Dom," the doorman said in a high voice, almost higher than mine. Dom and
the guy hugged then broke free and the doorman got a glimpse of me. "Oh my
gosh, who are these two pumpkins...and who is the girl standing behind them.
Sorry, hunny, but if you come in with them the bar will be filled to
capacity," the guy said with a queer chuckle. "Actually, they look filled to
capacity. Should I get a stool and pail and milk them down," he said with a
laugh.

Dom introduced us. "Helia, this is Mareeko. Mareeko, this is my friend Helia.
She works at the bar at the hotel with me."

"She looks like the bar and the kegs," Mareeko said. He took my hand and began
shaking it arduously. "It is nice to meet you, Helia." My whole top shook like
crazy as he shook my hand. "Come in, come in. Stewart's at the bar. Tell him I
said to fix you two up."

"Thanks," I said as I followed Dom into the bar and we went to where the
drinks were being served.

Of course, everyone was super accomodating. For a bunch of gay men, they
seemed to enjoy having a real female in the place, especially with a enormous
set of hooters. Stewart the bartender was absolutely aghast when he found a
huge pair of breasts resting on his bar. One of the boys shouted as they all
seemed to come up to us, "Let's get her drunk and take off her top!"

Drinks seemed to be on the house. I felt like royalty though 95% of the awe
and admiration was aimed at my 98-inchers.

"Can we touch them," a guy said as his friends all crowded around. "They are
so big. How do you stand it, girlfriend?"

"They are so big. How does she stand up straight?" another guy said and they
all chuckled.

"Lots of exercise," I said as I let the first guy place his hands on the tops
of my boobs and feel them up through my green uniform top. I smiled
sheepishly, trying to hold back the fact his minstrations were causing me all
sorts of problems down below...like arousing my pussy so that I could feel it
swelling up. My nipples bloomed which got another wave of awes and "holey
cows" from the gang. Next thing I had oodles of hands caressing the expanses
of my breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them, rubbing and pinching my nipples.
It was ashame I was getting this turned on by a bunch of gay guys. They didn't
know how bad they got me in the mood to fuck.

Dom noticed my eyelids fluttering and must have known I was falling into the
throes of ecstasy. He stepped up between the group of gaggling guys and
brushed their hands aside, looking down with wide eyes as just how big and
aroused my nipples were. My poor nubs were standing so erect you could have
hung coat hangers off them.

"All-right guys, quit handling the merchandise. I'm going to be her manager
when she goes pro and gets into all those big boobie magazines and movies,"
Dom said as everyone backed off.

I was not only drunk off the fondling, but Stewie had fixed me some potent
cocktails and I was feeling no pain.

"Come on, hunny, let's go out and dance," Dom said pulling me from the
barstool in which I'd been sitting. I awkwardly went with him as he held my
hand and we moved through the crowd to the dance floor. Hands came out of the
crowd, continuing to fondle my tits and slap my ass. I couldn't see the
perpetraters but every face I saw had a wide cheshire smile.

The music was booming on the dance floor. Bass was kicked up and thumping.
Lights were flashing. Bodies were grinding.

"Dom, I don't fast dance well," I told him as we made the center of the dance
floor.

He knew I was talking about not fast dancing because of my enormous boobs.
Even the slightest gyration got them swaying uncontrollably. Even walking,
they wobbled and quaked constantly. Running was out of the question. Jogging
too.

"Don't worry. You're amongst friends here. Let it all hang out," Dom smiled as
we began.

I started out stepping side to side in beat with the music, then a little hop.
My huge boobs heaved. My green top, my poor green top, shook and wobbled. It
looked like two big pigs fighting under covers. My boobs bounced and swayed
and heaved. The music drowned it out but at every up swing my boobs crashed
like flesh cymbals, flesh slapped heavily together. I could feel my bra straps
straining at my back and shoulders trying to maintain support of the dancing
monstrocities in my top.

"See, isn't this fun?" Dom yelled over the music and the crowd.

I nodded and danced on.

"I have to go to the little girls room. Be right back," Dom said and he moved
off the dance floor, squeezing through the throng of people. Other guys were
dancing so I simply turned and joined them and they took me in with open arms
and open smiles as they were mesmerized by my dancing gigantic boobs.

I closed my eyes for a moment, all wrapped up in the revelry and beat of the
music. When I opened them again, a tall blond hair guy stood before me,
dancing with me, his eyes were on my massively bouncing boobs between us.

"Dance?" he asked.

"I think we already are, handsome," I said thinking him another one of the gay
guys.

"Can I fell your tits?" he asked.

"Sure. But no more feeling me up outside my shirt...here," I said taking his
big hands and thrusting them up under my green top, letting him sink his hands
into oodles of my huge warm breastflesh. I smiled at him as he took control
and continued the fondling as I stood and slowed down my dance.

"Damn, they're big," the guy said.

"Damn, you're cute," I said with a giggle. Yeah, damn...he was a cute gay guy.

"Follow me," he said as we moved to the side, then off the dance floor. With
his hands still up inside my top, squeezing my boobs, we moved to a far corner
of the bar to a partition. We moved around the partition, away from prying
eyes.

Some what to ourselves but still with the beat of the music and sound of the
bar crowd all around, he hoisted my top so it lay in a rolled heap about my
collarbones, then proceeded with kneading and grabbing my huge boobs.

"Shit, babay, you're fucking huge," he gasped as he ravaged my gigantic jugs.
I couldn't do anything else, enraptured in the moment, then reach behind my
back and undo the ten-clasp bra strap. The huge cups immediately grew slack
and he took this opportunity to slide the big cups up and over and away from
my tits as they drooped big, fat and heavy totally unbound.

"Oh damn, those nipples, those tits. You're a fucking freak, girl," he said as
he squatted and hoisted my boobs up as best he could, so much titflesh was
there, and he began to wag his tongue against my hard nipples, first one then
the other.

"Oh yeah, suck them, you naughty boy!" I cried running my fingers through his
blond hair.

"I wanna fuck you," he suddenly said coming up for air, a line of drool
arching from his lower lip down to my fat red nipple.

"You...you do?" I gasped surprised as his exclamation.

He stepped back, undid his pants, yanked them down with his boxers and a fat
huge schlong plopped out and immediately began to elongate gate. I immediately
took it in my hands and pumped it, helping it attain further stiffness and the
thing grew and grew and fattened. IT WAS ENORMOUS!

"Oh my gosh. You do...you do want to fuck me!" I squealed as I guided it up
between my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties, not that I was expecting
anything to happen this night...but a girls got to be prepared. The guy took
me by the buttcheeks and hoisted me up then slid me down onto his huge prick.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I am sure my mouth hung open and
tongue hung out.

"Oh gawd! You're splitting me up the middle!" I cried, so big was this guy.

With my back against the wall and hands on his shoulders, he proceeded in
fucking the hell out of me. My huge tits mashed between us. We kissed
awkwardly as was the usual case trying to make out with giant tits impeding
closeness...but it was wet, and it was hot...

...And in the back of my fucked out, fucked up, drunken, lust-filled mind, I
couldn't believe I was getting fucked by a gay guy.

One of Dom's pals walked by as my huge-cocked partner and I both cried out in
orgasmic bliss. The passerby looked at the pool of cum that drooled out from
between my thighs which were pressed against the blond guys. The big guy came
like an erupting volcano.

Finished, the guy let me down, kissed me hard on the lips and pulled up his
pants covering that wonderful wand, and headed into the crowd and towards the
front door.

"Damn, get the number of that bus that hit me," I cooed all flustered, pulling
my skirt down and getting my boobs back in my bra and top. I tried to fix my
mussed hair but it was all afrizz.

Dom came around the corner and stopped. He looked me up and down all confused.

"What happened to you?" he said.

"I just got laid," I said all happy and out of breath.

Dom caught a glimpse of the cum running down my shaky legs.

"What? By who?" Dom asked.

"By Rick Marshals," the gay guy who had found us there said.

"RICK MARSHALS?!" Both Dom and I exclaimed almost so loud it drowned out the
music.

"You did it now, Miss Jugs," Dom said crossing his arms and looking perturbed
at me.

"Oh shit," I said and raised and waved an index finger looking out into the
crowd. "Is there a pregnancy test in the house."

END