***CHAPTER SIXTEEN***
They had started out at the H and H bar, had some dinner and a few drinks. Jim had a New York Strip with a side salad while Pamela went berserk and ordered the loaded bacon Mac and Cheese with cheese bread and a side of bacon wrapped deep fried jalepeno poppers.
After dinner they headed over to the Parlour bar. They specialized in treats for the sweet tooth. She had a couple slices of cheesecake and washed them down with alcohol laden dessert drinks while they were there.
Jim was flabbergasted at how quickly she was packing everything away. I mean sure, he already knew what her appetite was like but it only seemed to get worse and worse by the day.
And she enjoyed it more and more by the day as well...
Wherever they went, wherever they walked, Pamela seemed to get looks from a number of people. Disgusted looks from women and men. But there were also looks of lust and want mixed in...
Jim never realized so many people actually viewed gluttony and over indulgence as a positive thing...
Until his eyes were forced to open to this new world.
Her excess poundage was put on display for the whole world to see... It was her debut... and she was the star.
Pamela was noticing all of the stares and all of the attention that her outfit was getting her and it drove her absolutely wild. Whispers invaded her ears from passersby. She couldn't make any of it out. But she loved ig just the same.
A very small part of her felt embarassment... but the majority of her felt pure and unadulterated fervor. And that... that she felt in abundance...
She swayed her hips the more she desired the attention. She pressed her breasts up in her dress fo make them appear even more lewd. She felt her dress inching up her thighs with every click of her simple heels.
Still a part of her old self was screaming out in utter fear. That this was all wrong... that she shouldn't have even stepped out of the house wearing what she was wearing. Buf it was buried under many pounds of blubber, a monsoon of emotions and kinks.
It seemed to grow more silent by the day...
Jim had his arm wrapped around her waist where her love handles resided feeling her belly slightly sway to and fro with each step.
Jim noticed that Pamela was starting to struggle walking as far as they had.
"We can take a break if you want..." Jim said motioning to a couple cafe chairs sitting outside of a roadside cafe.
Pamela looked up at him, her breathing was slightly deeper and more intense than usual. "That would be totally great babe."
She sat down in the metal cafe chair. The thin arms slightly brushing against her wide hips. She had to keep her legs close together so no one would see her bare slit.
It took them roughly another twenty minutes to reach the club called "Tech Noir". The sign outside was illuminated by bright pink and blue neon and flashing yellow LEDs.
"Oh my gawd. Like how in the hell did you find this place?!?. It looks totally amazing!!"
"I have my ways..." Jim said mysteriously.
He left her side temporarily to take a call... it was Claire... she wanted to know where he was at... Pamela shrugged it off.
Eighties music emanated from the inside of the building. A very large african american body guard stood outside. He could've been a spitting image of Ving Rhames in both looks and stature. He held a toothpick in between his lips.
"Mmm mmm mmm... I'm gonna need your drivers license and a phone number...." the bouncer said, his eyes starting at her feet and traveling up her body til he reached her face.
Pamela giggled. "Well I'm like, sooo sorry but I'm taken... ummm..." she trailed off trying to find a name tag while handing him her ID.
He scanned over her information on her card.
Pamela Evelyn Paxton...
Age: 28...
Hair: Brown...
Eyes: Blue...
Height: 5'7...
Weight: 132 LBS...
His eyes bulged out of his head... "132 LBS?!?! Damn what the fuck happened to her?!?" He asked himself. He knew it wasn't a fake ID. He had seen many knock offs in the past to know it was real. He looked at the issue date... February of 2018... But how the hell did she balloon up so quick??
He tried to regain his composure. "Michael is my name... Well where's your wedding ring?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Oh ummm I had to like, remove it..."
The body guard looked unsure... "and why is that?"
"Well I put on a bit of weight..." she said passively.
"So you ARE married then?"
"Like I said... Yes... I totally am!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, well aint that a shame..." he said shaking his head. "Well if you ever get tired of settling for flank steak and want Filet Mignon, give me a call... he said secretly sliding her a business card with his number on it.
She slipped it into her purse with her ID, gave him a stern look and quickly kept walking into the club.
The guard glanced over Jim's drivers license and quickly waved him through.
The club was simply incredible! The song "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money was blaring over the clubs speakers. Lights were flashing every where, mirrored surfaces lined the tables and walls, fog machines were in full tilt and many scantily clad waitresses roamed about the building.
Jim and Pamela made a bee-line for the bar so they could grab some drinks and hit the dance floor.
It took nearly ten minutes just for the bartender to take their order.
It was understandable since the place was absolutely packed.
They recieved their beverages and started to make their way to the dance floor.
Pamela accidentally bumped into a very heavyset girl dressed in a glittery bright red Jessica Rabbit-esque dress.
Pamela turned around to apologize and realized that it was Claire.
"Oh my gawd! What are the chances that I'd run into you here?" Pamela said excitedly.
Claire smiled and sized her up. "Yeah no kidding! Wow... you look..." she trailed off. She wanted to say fatter, she wanted to point out the large tummy bulge and all of her other flaws but she abstained.
"You look gorgeous girl!" Claire said lying through her teeth and hugging her at the same time with a light couple taps on her bare fleshy back.
Jim had just turned around and noticed Claire. "Well hey Claire! Long time no see!" He said hugging her.
She returned the hug holding him tight. Pamela didn't suspect a thing though. Claire had always been very friendly and Pamela already had a healthy alcoholic buzz blurring her mental state.
"Well let's get out there and do some dancing huh?" Claire said energetically.
"Yeah... that like sounds great!..." Pamela tried to disguise her apprehension. Her legs and feet were still tired from the short trek there from the other bars.
The song "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey blared through the speakers and both of the girls squealed in excitement.
Each one of them grabbed Jim's hand and led him out to the dance floor.
They all danced as a group laughing and having a great time. But soon enough Pamela was getting gassed... She was able to make it to the end of the song before she had to call it quits.
"I'm gonna like go get another drink... you two just like, keep on dancin!"
Claire faked compassion. "Well like, how about I go with you? This place is toootallly nuts!"
Pamela shook her head. "No no no... just keep dancing! I'll be back soon enough! Just don't go stealin my fuckin husband or anything!" She said laughingly knowing her old friend would never do something like that.
Pamela made her way to the bar working her way through the sea of people.
The song "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran made itself known.
Claire licked her lips enticingly while looking at Jim. Now was her chance to make a move...
She pulled him in and started lightly grinding on him. He was going to object but between a mixture of alcohol and the simple fact that it felt so good he went along with it.
"Mmm you like that don't you?" Claire growled in his ear. She could feel his erection pressing into her fleshy ass.
"Well it can like, all be yours Jimmy. You just have to ditch that bitch of yours..."
Jim frowned. "But I'm married to her... I DO still love her!"
Claire smiled. "Well I'm like, here whenever you do decide to..." and she walked off leaving a confused and sexually frustrated Jim standing out on the dance floor by himself.
Pamela was just about to reach the bar when she accidentally bumped into one of the scantily clad waitresses making her drop her tray. The busty but very thin waitress sneered at her only giving her a short glance. Pamela was about to apologize until she realized...
It was her younger sister!! "Vanessa?!?" She squealed.
Claire positioned herself about ten feet away watching the scene unfold as she ordered another drink.
Just what Claire was hoping for... for Pamela to bump into her sis...l
The raven haired girl had tattoos going up both arms and multiple piercings decorating her face.
Vanessa looked at her inquisitively. "P-p-ppamela??? Is that you?!??"
Pamela knew what was coming...
Vanessa looked at her bewildered. "Jesus... you're fucking fat!..."
Vanessa took a peak at Pamela's rear end. "Holy shit, your ass is fucking huge!"
Pamela shrugged.
Vanessa continued on. "But it suits you... and it looks like you don't really mind it, seeing how you're dressed. It's about time you cut loose!"
Pamela accepted the back handed compliment but also hid her excitement. "Thanks I guess..."
Vanessa moved her foot awkwardly. "Well it's just you were always so uptight and shit... But fuck, I haven't seen you in like what?"
Pamela knew exactly how long it had been. "Like five years and some change..."
Vanessa shrugged. "I know I know... when I stole your boyfriend..."
Pamela sneered. "You mean FUCKED my boyfriend."
"Pshhh. You had to know it was coming... your legs were locked at the fucking knee!" Vanessa said defensively.
"Oh yeah... and your legs were open to any and all men who would come your way!!" Pamela shot back.
Vanessa flicked her hair out of anger. "Well excuse me! So what if I have a healthy sexual appetite? Is it really such a bad thing?"
Pamela fired back. "Well not when you're like, fucking a different guy every fucking day of the week!"
Vanessa looked for a wedding ring. "So I see you're still not married huh? I thought you would've been by now..."
"I AM married... I just... just like, outgrew my ring and I haven't gotten it fucking resized yet..."
"Ah I see..." Vanessa said showing signs of disbelief.
"Well you want me to fucking prove it to you then? I'll prove it to you!" She pulled Vanessa into the crowd.
Claire grabbed her new drink and followed Vanessa and Pamela back out to the dance floor.
"Vanessa I'd like you to meet my husband Jim! Jim I'd like you to meet my little sister."
Jim was still standing in bewilderment but regained his composure. "Nice to meet you Vanessa. Umm... Pamela hasn't told me a whole lot about you..."
"Ah why am I not surprised..."
Claire worked her way back to her group of friends. "Ah Vanessa! I haven't seen you in forever!! How are you doing babe?" She asked while giving her a hug.
Vanessa was unsure of who this huge blonde was. She studied her facial features closely. "Wow, is that you Claire? Man, what is it with the two of you... you're both fucking huge!!"
Claire looked down towards the floor. "Yeah... I gained a bit of weight... but I'm totally working on losing it! I'm already down twenty two pounds from when I started a month ago!" She said triumphantly.
"Well good for you! You think you could get my fat ass sister to follow suit?" Vanessa said laughing.
Claire joined in on the laughter. "Haha I doubt it! She's an eating machine!!" She said poking her in the belly to add to her statement.
Vanessa smirked and looked at her watch. She turned to her sister. "Well shit, I gotta get back to work but I'd like to stay in touch... can i get your phone number? I know I've been a shitty sister in the past but I want to make it up to you..."
Pamela tossed the idea around in her head for a few seconds. "Ummm sure. Just don't go stealing my fucking husband okay?" She said joking.
They exchanged phone numbers and Jim and Pamela looked at each other. "Well it's been an eventful night so far... what do you want to do?"
Claire smiled. "Well I'm down to like do some more drinkin!"
Pamela looked down at her stomach that was rumbling once again. "Well how bout we like, dance for a little bit longer, drink and then we can go grab some burgers or somethin. I'm cravin some greasy fuckin fast food..."
Jim smiled... "You've got a deal..."