Maid New (MC, WG, DG, Various)

[Chopchop37920]

I wonder how her sister and especially how her niece is doing in their new lives.

[yazzers]

You shall see... Already have them planned out to appear in the chapter after next

I've got some free time tonight so I'll probably sit and write for a while, maybe even get the next chapter finished and posted before the night's over.

[AndyEngines]

Great story, lots lots going on, I keep guessing where you will go next. Love it

[yazzers]

Chapter 7

The two officers walked slowly around the downstairs, peaking around every corner and opening every door. The female officer, Officer Sofia Flores, climbed the stairs. “You two the only ones here?” she asked. Candice had stood back to watch the scene unfold. She let Amanda do the talking. Amanda answered that they were alone.

The male officer, Officer Jack Truett, made his way to the closed guest bedroom door and peaked inside. Inside, he saw an unmade bed, and lots of empty potato chips bags and crushed soda cans.

“Someone staying in here?” Officer Truett asked.

“Oh, that’s my room,” Amanda said.

“And you’re the maid?”

“Yes. I’m the fat maid.”

Officer Truett ignored the weird answer. “So you must be…” he looked down at a notepad then back up at Candice, “Amanda? The homeowner?”

Candice smirked but Amanda again answered, “Oh no, I’m Amanda. But Candice here is the homeowner. This used to be my house but it’s hers now. Her and my husband’s. I just keep it clean for them.” Amanda squirmed, trying to hide how turned on it made her admitting the truth to strangers. “He loves Candice now because I ate so much and I made my belly so big and jiggly…”

“Amanda, calm down,” Candice said from behind her and Amanda relaxed.

Officer Truett was beyond confused. What the hell was going on in this house? he wondered. He took notice of Candice standing back in the shadows. “Ma’am, could you come talk to me please.”

Candice strutted over to him, “Sure, officer...I’ll talk to you.”

Before Candice could do any damage, Officer Flores came back down the stairs. “There’s nothing upstairs -- you find anything, Truett?

John shook his head. “Nothing. Just an interesting family dynamic…”

Sofia Flores was John’s partner but most people would mistake her for his supervisor. As soon as she showed up, Officer Truett stood back and let her do her thing. “Ma’am, one of your neighbors reported that the homeowner was engaging in the exchange of money for sexual services on several of the properties of this neighborhood. Any idea where that came from?”

Amanda suspected Gary’s wife. He had proclaimed his love for Amanda’s huge ass the other day and, while burying his face in it, he said that he loved it more than he loved his wife. Beth was a skinny boring lady and Amanda was certain that their sex life was extinct. It would be just like her to make up some story about prostitution. Amanda was the maid! They were paying her to clean their home -- it just happened that they fucked her after. Now, the pizza boy last night...and the gardeners before...and those two mormon boys...that was prostitution. Maybe it was Linda though… She sucked Bill’s dick real good last time...

Candice saw the gears turning in Amanda’s head and smiled as she watched her try to figure out which of her former friends had tried to turn her into the police for being a hooker.

Amanda began to speak, “Well--”

“FREEZE!”

Everyone froze.

For a split second, Amanda thought that Candice had given out a command. But, once she realized what was happening, she saw that it was Officer Flores who had yelled and they she actually had her service revolver drawn and pointed directly at Candice.

“You! On the ground!” Sophia yelled, glancing at Amanda but keeping her gun on Candice. Amanda slowly sank down on her knees and rolled forward on her stomach. Sophia turned her attention back to the smiling Candice. She calmed her voice to keep the situation from escalating. “Officer Truett, please handcuff Miss Candice La’Strega.”

Amanda was confused and scared. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Quiet, Amanda,” Candice said.

“Ma’am! Don’t say a word! Both of you, silence!”

Officer Truett snapped handcuffs on Candice’s wrist then brought both of her arms together behind her back and snapped the other end in place. “Have a seat over there,” Sophia commanded, holstering her gun and pointing to the sofa. Candice sat as she was told, still smiling.

“What happened?” he asked Sophia to the side.

Officer Sophia Flores spoke confidently and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “Officer Truett, you clearly don’t have your Most Wanted Criminals list memorized.” She stared down at the handcuffed Candice and smiled back. “Every day before I go home for the day, I stand at the mugshot board and I stare long and hard at every...single...face…” She stepped closer to Candice until she stood right in front of her. “Miss La’Strega here has quite the rap sheet, including theft and kidnapping. She was last seen in the city at the bank where she somehow got the clerk to give her $100,000 out of the vault. How did you do it, Candice? Drugs? That clerk was dragged through the mud with interrogation as a suspect of abetting you in a robbery, but she came up clean. She had no idea who you were. She passed a lie detector test and it appears that you were able to walk up to a total stranger and convince them to break the law for you. So how’d you do it?”

Candice raised her eyebrows and smirked, “You really wanna know?”

Sophia nodded.

“Tell your partner to take off these handcuffs.”

Sophia flinched and curled her lip. Then, her thoughts straightened out and she turned calmly to John. “Do it,” she said.

John was dumbfounded. “What the hell, Flores?”

“Do as you partner tells you,” Candice said. John immediately walked over to Candice and unhandcuffed her. She sighed and rubbed her wrists, “Now give me both of your guns and sit on the floor.” They both unsnapped their holsters and handed their guns to Candice. “Amanda, get up.”

Amanda hefted her huge body up and looked down at the two officers sitting on the floor. “What are you gonna do about them, Candice?”

Candice pulled out the clips on both weapons and handed them both to Amanda, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of them. Go hide these in your closet. If anything goes south, you take the blame for everything okay?”

Amanda smiled, “Of course, Candice.” She disappeared into her room.

“Well, Candice?” Sophia Flores sat on the floor with the same confident look on her face. She was disarmed and taking orders from a criminal but she still felt like she had the upper hand. Candice stood over her. “Are you gonna start talking now? How’d you get that clerk to give you the money?”

“I’ll tell you but you have to call your sergeant and tell him you’re quitting.”

Sophia quickly reached for her phone and dialed her sergeant’s desk. “Yes, Sir...Officer Flores...Yes, I’m quitting the force....Yes, effective immediately...Yes, I’ll turn in my badge and gun promptly. Goodbye.” She hung up and looked at Candice as if to say, Well?

Candice laughed. “Now pull your tits out.” Amanda came walking back into the living room just in time to see Officer Flores yank her uniform open and peel her black bra down to let her modest tits into view.

“Why does the cop have her boobs out?” Amanda asked.

“Nevermind that. Are you hungry?” Candice asked Amanda.

“Starving.”

“Go sit in the kitchen and eat whatever you find until I call you back.”

That sounded like Christmas to Amanda and she practically skipped away, no longer interested in the scene taking place in her former home. Candice turned back to the exposed cop. Sophia sat with her hands on her hips, her uniform open and an impatient look on her face. “Now start talking, Candice,” Sophia said, sternly.

“Sure, Officer. You’ve always been self-conscious about your breasts haven’t you?” Sophia twitched and broke eye contact. Suddenly, she wished she could cover her breasts back up, but she knew she had to do this to solve this case. Candice knelt down in front of her and spoke softly. “But you’ve got plans don’t you?”

Sophia no longer had a confident look. Now she was struggling to understand what was happening. “Plans?”

Candice smiled and nodded assuringly, “Well, you’ve been meaning to start a Boob Job Fund, right?”

Sophia relaxed a little bit. At least she had a plan now.

“You know you’ll get that confidence back if you pump those puppies up with saline -- what were you thinking? 34G, wasn’t it?”

Yep, that was exactly the cup size she wanted. Sophia didn’t just want to fill out her uniform, she wanted to burst through it. But that was none of this bitch’s business. “Look my future cup size has nothing to do with this, Miss La’Strega. Just tell me what I want to know.”

Officer Truett was completely confused now. “Sophia, what the f--”

“Shut up, her tits get you rock hard” Candice snapped at John, who was now practically drooling with a tent in his pants as she stared at his partners tits, then she turned back to Sophia, “Oh it has lots to do with this, Miss Flores!”

“My title is Officer Fl--”

“Now, isn’t the reason you want bigger tits is so you can finally find a man to take care of you?” Candice had stood up now and was walking circles around the two cops. Sophia was searching her mind for an explanation for why she suddenly desired a man to take care of her, but the tickle in her brain was there. She was a lesbian, but for some reason she knew needed someone with a dick to make sure she was okay.

“Well, yes, but...that’s none of your--” Sophia stammered, losing confidence by the second.

“A girl like you doesn’t work, right? You belong at a man’s side, to make him look good. And you’re gonna use those tits to get things done, aren’t you?”

Sophia loved her job and her mother had raised her by herself and made sure that Sophia knew how to manage her own life, without having to depend on anyone. Especially not a man. But Sophia was changing her mind. She didn’t want to work. It suddenly dawned on her that if she just married a man, he could do the working and she could get finally get herself a set of big round titties and keep him happy. She stuck her tits out further as she fantasized and John was about to cum in his pants. She glanced over at her partner as she noticed him staring, but more importantly, she noticed his uniform and that meant he had a job, which is what she was really after. She looked at him and smiled.

Candice noticed this, “Wellllll, Miss Flores, you work fast. You think Officer Truett here could be the one for you?”

She slowly waved her tits at him and smiled seductively. John’s mind was raging with conflict. On one hand, he was about to rip through the front of his pants looking at those soft tits, but on the other hand… “Sophia...but…you’re gay. What are you doing…?” He couldn’t keep his thoughts straight. He just loved looking at her boobs.

Candice’s jaw dropped. “How did I fucking miss that?” She laughed and shook her head. “Normally, I’m really good picking up on things like that, but I guess having a gun in my face distracts me. Sophia, I’m really sorry for all the confusion--”

“It’s okay,” Sophia answered.

“--because you’re not a lesbian, you love big fat cocks!”

And just like that, Sophia chalked up her whole life up to that point as “just a phase.” Everyone experiments at some point in their life, she thought to herself, which for Sophia that point had been her entire life since high school. Now, she needed a man.

“Well, go on, Sophia,” Candice urged, “Pull your partner's poor cock out and relieve a little bit of that pressure. John, that sounds good to you doesn’t it?”

It did, John thought, as he closed his eyes and allowed Officer Sophia Flores to unzip his uniform and blow him. Sophia clumsily tried to mimic what she imagined a woman that knew how to handle a dick was supposed to do during a blowjob. She cupped his balls and robotically bobbed her head up and down. It wasn’t the best, but John had been rock hard for so long that he quickly shot his load down his partner’s throat.

“Swallow it up!” Candice cheered, and Sophia did. “You loved that didn’t you?” Candice suggested, and Sophia grinned John’s cum running down her lips. Sophia sat up and John relaxed with his satisfied cock still hanging out and getting softer. “There was just one thing missing wasn’t there?”

Sophia was confused. Something had been missing but she had no idea what it was.

“Money! You love money! How much money does Officer Truett make a year?”

Sophia it over, “Probably about 50 or 60 thou--”

“Stop right there. Is the answer millions?” Sophia shook her head. “Well then you’re not interested in starting anything with Officer Truett here -- he was just practice. You’re only interested in rich men, isn’t that right you little golddigger?”

Sophia nodded. What’s to be ashamed of? If she wasn’t going to work, she should at least set her sights high on the lifestyle she was going to choose for herself. Were people right to call her a golddigger? Sophia wondered. She smiled to herself. They sure were.

“And the reason you love money is because you grew up with so little,” Candice said.

Sophia mother had been a dentist. They lived in the suburbs and went to good schools, but all of that was becoming hard to recall.

“You grew up on the streets. Rough culture, sub-par education…”

Sophia sucked her teeth, “Shit, yeah, but I’s gon get me a rich papi and den I’s gon be livin shit up!”

Candice saw her sculpture coming to life and beamed, “How are you gonna get that man, Sophia?”

Sophia stuck her tits out, “Wit deez big bangers right here.”

“Oh, those big things, huh?” Candice laughed.

“Well, dey ain’t as big as they cuuuud be. But, my man gon pay for bigger ones, den I’s can wrap em round his big thick dick and he ain’t nevah gon look at no other bitch!”

Candice loved it her creation. “Well, get out there, Sophia. Go get that ‘papi’!”

Sophia stood up and buttoned back the minimum needed buttons, leaving her tits almost out and strutted for the door. “Later,” she said as she left, planning a big night at the most expensive club downtown.

The door closed and Candice turned her attention to John, whose wet cock was still hanging out. “Amanda, get in here.” Amanda gathered up the boxes of Little Debbie’s she was working on and jiggled out to the living room.

“Hey-mmph,” she said, through a mouthful of creme.

“Officer Truett here says you’re a prostitute. A hooker. Is that true?”

Amanda glared at the cop, “No way, I’m the maid.”

“But, he’s a cop, Amanda. He knows the law and he says you’re a prostitute.”

“But--!” Amanda protested, but Candice shut her off.

“You’re a hooker.”

Amanda relaxed and bit into another snack. She shrugged her shoulders, “Yeah, so?”

Candice turned to John, “Officer Truett, you’re going to help us. You’re going to help our business.”

John nodded. He was. He would help them. He wanted to.

“I’m trying to make enough money for a down payment on a new home for my future husband and I to start fresh in.”

Amanda’s eyes got wide, “We’re moving?”

Candice nodded, “Well, yes, but that’s what I wanted to talk with you about before we were interrupted,” she glared at John. “David and I are going to get married and buy a new house, but you’re not coming with us. You’re fine with this, by the way.”

Amanda smiled, her mouth still full, “Congratmmphs, guys. You’re gonna have such a greatmph lifmmphe together.”

“Now, Officer Truett, I’m gonna keep pimping this fat bitch out until I have enough money and you’re going to make sure that no one at the station bothers us, right?”
John nodded, assuredly. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of it.” Then he stopped and thought a bit. “Why don’t you just go to the bank and make a clerk give you more money?”

Candice smiled. “I like whoring her out for it. And she likes it too, don’t you?”

Amanda squirmed, “Oh yeah, it’s so hot that you’re selling my ass so you can move out with my ex…”

Candice sighed, “Well, I guess we’re done here. Officer Truett, obviously for your assistance going forward you of course get to fuck the merchandise for free whenever you want. So why don’t you go ahead and bend her over while she stuffs her face and go to town on her used up pussy.”

[Hongo1000]

More, more!

[audipwr87]

I love the pacing of this story. Gives you just enough to entice you and leaves you wanting more!

[Chopchop37920]

I am loving it! The mind control aspect ruining everyone's life that she comes in contact with. Absolute genius!

[her revenge]

I'm loving this story, it has the potential to go great places!
HR

[The Comedian]

Really enjoyed the drastic personality change there.

[yazzers]

Chapter 8

“Oh look Amanda, that one’s cute!”

Candice pointed out the car window as David drove them past another trailer park and Amanda’s face lit up. It was so cute. She was double fisting a pair of extra large vanilla milkshakes. “I love it. It’d be perfect for a piece of trash like me.”

“Yep,” David agreed, looking at woman walking barefoot on the dirt road with a beer bottle in her hand at 11 in the morning. “You’d fit right in with that crowd.” Candice grinned from ear to ear and squeezed David’s free hand. She had been encouraging him to be more vocal with his feelings toward Amanda instead of politely ignoring her. It became clear to anyone listening that David did not think too highly of his ex-wife.

The “ex” was official now. A month had gone by since Amanda and Officer John Truett sealed a deal for her to be allowed to continue Candice’s business. In that time, Candice had taken David and Amanda downtown to the courthouse to officially end their marriage. David was eager to get the process over with so he could marry Candice and Amanda was eager to get the process over with because they had promised her they could stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way home. She signed her name on the final paper and sat the pen down and immediately looked at the Candice and said, “I think I’m gonna get 6 chocolate glazed with sprinkles, 2 raspberry filled…”

Officer Truett came by almost everyday while on his rounds. Officer Truett would start at Amanda’s old home, which had a For Sale sign planted in the yard now, then he would move through the neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking Gary, or Bill, or whoever answered, “Where’s that chubby whore? I need a piece.” He’d find Amanda in someone’s house, dusting in a stretched out bikini with whipped cream or melted chocolate drying on her mouth, pull her thong aside and get what he wanted. Amanda would usually just keep dusting and eating while the *smacksmacksmacksmack* sounds of Amanda’s rippling ass getting pounded echoed through the house. She hardly noticed when a dick was in one of her holes anymore -- getting used was just part of her daily routine.

Now, they were looking for Amanda’s new home. It needed to be some place cheap and grimey to fit Amanda’s new lifestyle. Amanda knew she’d never fit in with some nice neighborhood anymore. “I’m a big fat hooker,” she’d tell Candice, “I don’t belong in a place like you and David live.” They had tried apartment buildings, but Amanda couldn’t handle the stairs. “The elevator worries me too,” she’d explain, “I may be 600 pounds next year for all I know!”

When Candice had mentioned a trailer park to fit Amanda’s trashy lifestyle, it sounded perfect to Amanda. She’d still be able to keep making money letting the neighbors use her ass and pussy, and she wouldn’t have to worry so much about keeping her own place clean since no one would notice a dirty trailer. Amanda cleaned because it was her job but she hated cleaning just for herself.

They had stopped at McDonald’s that morning to get Amanda two breakfast milkshakes like she normally got when they were out. While standing in line inside, Candice noticed an attractive girl wearing an ill-fitting McDonald’s uniform sitting by herself in the booth playing a handheld game. The manager, a big black woman walked by and said to the girl, “Gina, you need be in at 5am tomorrow, alright? Don’t you be late like you were today. I want you to start on getting all the gum off the underside of the tables first thing. Hear me?”

Without looking up, Gina mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.” She was clearly engrossed in her game.

Candice handed Amanda the cash and told her to get her just a small unsweet tea and that she would be over here. Candice strutted over to Gina and sat across from her. “Hi, Gina.”

The game device made a sad sound and Gina shook it, “Fuck…” Then she looked up at her visitor. Her eyes widened. “Hey, you’re my mom’s friend.” Gina’s athletic body was noticeably softer from the decreased exercise. She still had a beauty pageant face but it was hidden under a huge McDonald’s hat.

Candice smiled. “That’s right! I’m your friend too! I’m Candice, remember.”

Now, Gina smiled. “Hey, Candice!”

“So how’s your mom?”

“She’s coming to pick me up in just a minute.”

“Oh great! So how’ve you been?”

The former college student described how this was the third McDonald’s she had worked at after getting fired from the last two for being so lazy. She was always late to work because she couldn’t stop sleeping in. Gina usually stayed up til 3am, either playing online multiplayer games or licking Tony’s ass while he played. “He loves rimjobs so I lick his butt,” was all Gina had to say about it.

“Aw, you love him don’t you?” Candice asked, with a mocking smile.

Gina’s smile was genuine, “Yeah. He loves my boobs. He loves implants and porn so if I ever get money I’m gonna get some. Do some porn. He says I should show my boobs online and make money. He’s so sweet.”

“You gonna try going back to college?”

Gina looked confused. “But, I work at McDonald’s…”

Candice laughed, “Yep, you do. You ever want to try to work somewhere other than McDonald’s?”

Gina kind of curled her lip and shook her head. “I only work at McDonald’s.”

Just then the door open and a woman in her forties walked in. She looked like she had spent too much time in the tanning bed. She wore a halter top that said “Hot Stuff” and a black leather mini skirt. “There’s mom,” Gina said.

Hannah lit up when she saw her old friend Candice, “Hey, girl! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’m getting married!” Candice said showing off her ring.

Hannah squealed and did a little dance. “He finally asked!” They hugged and Candice asked what Hannah had been up to. She just waved her hand in the air, “Oh, same ol’ same ol’. Suckin dicks and gettin paid.” Candice noticed that Hannah was wearing way too much make-up and she knew right away that it was Hannah’s way of working with what she had. She had to stifle a laugh as she remembered that she had made Hannah self-conscious about her beautiful face. “I got a bachelor party to go to after I drop this lump off at her boyfriend’s,” she said, pointing at her valedictorian daughter.

“Why can’t he come get her,” Candice asked.

Hannah rolled her eyes and grinned, “Oh, he’s got his ‘games’ he has to play and can’t be bothered with it. He’s a sweet boy. Her and Tony are perfect.”

“He likes his butt licked and I like licking his butt…” Gina said, smiling sheepishly.

Hannah shrugged, “Well, there you go. Match made in heaven. Come on, girl, let’s get you to Tony’s apartment so he can get his butt licked and I can get to the party. Those horny men are waiting to pass me around for the night and they tip better if I start early. Especially with my shit face.”

They all hugged and said goodbyes. Candice collected Amanda, who asked who they were, not even recognizing her transformed sister and niece. Candice just grinned and said, “Nobody.” They got back in the car now that Amanda had her milkshakes and were off on their trailer park tour.

When they found the perfect place, they pulled up to the front office and got out. “It would be a plus if the landlord was a man so you could suck his dick when you’re late with rent.” Amanda nodded. Candice had a good point. If she played her cards right she could just let him fuck her whenever he wanted instead of paying rent at all.

“This place is a shithole,” David mumbled walking across the dirt parking lot and up the wooden stairs to the main trailer office. “You really like this place, lady?” Amanda moaned and rolled her eyes and she sucked down the last of one of her milkshakes. She loved when David just called her ‘lady’ instead of trying to remember her name. She nodded that she really did like it. She was getting wet just thinking about how great it is that Candice was kicking her out of her old home and moving her into a place like this. She’d be walking up and down the dirt road in bare feet and her bikini and be Queen of the Trailer Park.
The office was a hot, sticky trailer with about 10 fans running to try to do the work of the broken air conditioning unit in the window. It smelled of old cigarette smoke and fried food.

Amanda was in heaven.

The landlord was sitting at a desk watching a baseball game. “Howdy, folks. Can I help you with something?” When he looked up to see the 280 pound Amanda in a string bikini, he immediately knew something was odd about this family.

Candice took charge. “Well, we want to move this fat pig into your neighborhood today. You think she’ll fit into one of your units?” she asked cheerily.

The man was taken aback at how blunt this woman was, “Well, I...uh…”

Candice laughed, “Oh it’s fine, she knows she’s a blimp. Don’t you, fatty?”

Amanda smiled and nodded as sucked on milkshake number two. “I got a real big butt and I’m a hooker too. I’ll lick your balls for you if you wan--”

Candice and David laughed together at their maid. The landlord was disgusted with these people and really just wanted them to leave. No way was he letting trouble like this move into his park. “Now, I can’t allow that kind of business go on at--”

“You’re fine with it,” Candice said. The landlord decided he’d make an exception and look the other way. “And you can tell her how fat she is.”

The landlord looked Amanda up and down, “Yeah, she’s a big one, alright…”

“And feel free, while she’s staying here, to get your balls licked whenever you want.”

The landlord decided right then and there that he’d be taking advantage of that.

“So,” Candice said, clapping her hands together, “Let’s get some papers signed.”

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Amanda stood in front of her new palace, Trailer 4B. They were furnished already with a little TV, a bed, and some furniture, mostly leftovers from the 80s. She had all her bikinis stuffed into an old suitcase. Funnily enough, the suitcase still had the airline tag on it from when Amanda and David went to Hawaii for their anniversary last year. Candice stood behind her with an arm full of groceries to last Amanda through the night. David sat in the car.

“On the way home, David and I will use some of your fuck-money to find you a cheap, piece-of-shit car and we’ll drop it off here in the morning. That way you’ll be able to get your own groceries. For tonight, if you finish all this, and you probably will, you’re gonna have to order pizza or chinese. That sounds good, right?”

Amanda nodded and smiled as she stared in wonder at her new home. She had finally made it. She was so proud of herself to take herself from a lowly maid that lived in a guest bedroom to living in her own trailer that she paid for with her own cunt. It was like a fairy tale.

Candice walked her in after fighting with the cheap door lock for a bit. The trailer was dusty and a little mildewy. The fridge made a constant ticking sound and a few roaches scattered from the sink when sunlight poured in, but Amanda didn’t care. It was hers. She tossed her suitcase in the corner and sucked down the last of her milkshake, tossing the empty cup on the floor. She flopped herself on the couch, stuffed one chubby hand down the front of her bikini bottom and flipped on the TV. “I’ll just here getting fatter if you need me!” Amanda said laughing.

Candice smiled, “See you in the morning.” David never got out of the car as they left his former bride behind in her new trailer park.

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Amanda spent the rest of the afternoon eating and watching Family Feud. When the sun went down, the park really seemed to come alive. She heard couples arguing, complete with doors slamming and cars revving up. She heard combinations of country music and classic rock echoing through the night. Amanda waddled outside with one tit hanging out of her bikini.

Her neighbors were outside having a fight. The wife told him to be gone when she got home from the bar and got in her car and left. The husband stumbled around with a beer bottle in his hand and told her to “git her ass outta here”. When his wife was just a pair of fading taillights, Amanda approached him.

“You guys just split up?”

He looked up and turned the bottle up in his mouth. “Naw, we do this every night.” When his vision unblurred he got a good look and the mammoth woman before him in a bikini with one boob hanging out. He dick stiffened a bit and he adjusted himself. “Well, well...you my new neighbor?

Amanda walked up to him. “Yep, just moved in.”

He nodded, “I see. You always prance around dressed like that?” Amanda nodded and smiled. “What about when you go to work?”

“Don’t have a job. I used to be a maid but I got fired when my ex got engaged. I’m Amanda, what’s your name?”

The man strolled up a little closer to her, not bothering to try to understand what that last sentence meant. “I’m TJ. Nice to meet you. Damn, you got some nice titties.”

Amanda blushed. “Thanks, I got a big butt too, see?” She smiled turned around for him.

He looked her over saying, “Mmmm-hmmm!” He hooted at her and laughed. “Damn, I like you!”

Amanda was in love. “Wanna come in my trailer and squeeze my big boobies?”

TJ didn’t have to think about it.