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Grey's taste may be singular, but his personal taste in women has driven him to continually wish for more. Ana is feisty and self confident on the outside, but her attitude to life and those around her is only wafer thin, leaving her vulnerable beneath. Can her self-esteem grow in the arms of a man also struggling with his own issues, or will cracks begin to show?

Chapter 1
Thursday 5th May 2011
Christian's POV

Fuck it, I am seriously in need of a sub and Elena has been dragging her heels yet again. What is it with this woman? "Where's my sub, Elena?" I snap at her as she sits down in front of me. I slam my fist down on the table for greater effect, but she doesn't care that I am so frustrated beyond belief right now! She smiles at me in that smarmy 'I have your ass' kinda way, that just makes me wanna…

Deep breaths Grey! Grrr! Fucking bitch!

She has the audacity to tell me that it won't be long before she can bring me one, but I'm skeptical of her choice, as I haven't liked the last two she has chosen.

"Look, I am so desperate, Elena. You know I need to be satisfied on a regular basis, and I cannot continue to wait for you to come up with the goods," I exclaim. My mind is a whirl with the thought of munching away at the most delicious part, all fleshy, moist and succulent.

Shit! I got a hard-on just thinking about all the juiciness around my lips.

"I told you, I will bring you one, but there isn't one available at the moment that will suit your needs."

"What the fuck does that mean? Suit my needs? You know my taste by now!"

"You know Christian, you have a type. You like them with more meat to them, not these skinny lettuce leaf types that are only for show and have no substance. I can now see that they won't satisfy you."

"You don't plan on getting me one, do you?" I huff my annoyance, as I know she's stalling the situation. Why is she denying me this? I work hard all day, making heaps of money and giving thousands of people in my employment a good living, and this is one of the very few pleasures in life that I can enjoy.

"I am not! If you don't like it, then I suggest you get your own."

"But you always get me them." Why is she now backing off? She's always got me my subs.

"Look Christian... If you carry on like this you will get fat. You have had two subs this lunchtime and a third is just… well, ridiculous. You already have to run around Seattle a ludicrous number of times to shift the calories."

"Oh fuck off Elena!" I blurt out, because… because I'm fucking hungry. "Go home!"

Elena leaves, but not before she tells me to sort myself out before it's too late. She knows she can't control me anymore, as I'm no longer under her spell. That ship sailed years ago when she decided that figging me was gonna be part of my punishments. There is no way I was going to allow her to stuff a pared finger of ginger root up my ass! What a waste of food!

I make my way to the counter to order another pastrami and melted cheese on rye sub. The waitress tells me to sit back down, so I take my seat and wait for my order.

I become rather impatient as I wait for at least five minutes, strumming my fingertips onto the table in a rhythmic manner. I don't realize that I am annoying everyone else in the joint, not until the waitress comes over and almost slams the plate down onto the table, literally an inch away from my fingers.

Jeez! What's got into you, bitch!

Regardless of how I feel, I thank her politely, if not begrudgingly, before I turn to my plate. I devour the filling first, as it's the best part… Delicious, succulent yumminess! Then my mind goes to what I can have for dessert… Mm? Nothing but donuts? But then, this is a fucking donut joint. I order just one, as I don't want to be a pig and it's always polite to end with afters.

I sigh, as Elena is right. I do need to cut down before I put on weight. It's all muscle at the moment and I'm built like a brick shit-house, weighing in at 260 pounds. But that's only because I work out ten times a day and nine times on Sundays, as it's a day of rest. I know I have beefy muscles, and they are the best thing since sliced bread… mm, sliced bread with melted cheese and ham, toasted to a golden brown…

Shit, get your head out of the fridge, Grey!

The waitress from the counter comes back over and puts my donut down on the table with slightly less vigor, but I see there are four. I look at her in puzzlement. "You got a deal today, sir, buy one get three free. She points to the sign that says BOGTF. How the fuck am I supposed to derive the deal from that? Now I have to contend with running off calories for 4 donuts instead of one. Maybe I should just suck the centers out of the extras and leave the dough? That thought gets pushed out straight away when I grab the first donut and start to munch my way through it, thinking about how I can burn the extra calories off. I could go jump in the Sound and take a few laps up and down, but then I can't swim. Mental note to self: Learn to swim, so that I don't have to wear that frigging luminous life jacket that Mac insists I wear every time I go out on The Grace. I'm supposed to be the most eligible bachelor on the west coast, but in that bright yellow safety garment, I look like a right nerdy ass. Not the fucking stud-muffin I am proud to be.

Maybe I could go and dance it off at the local night club, but then I will end up bumping into Elliot and he will start questioning me if I am on the pull… The only pulling I seem to do these days is his fucking finger when he wants to stink the place out with his farts. I finally decide to go for an extra run at midnight… yeah, I'll do that. I'll take a sprint around the Space Needle and back a couple of times, that should do the trick.

I'll cut down as Elena says, as I can't continue to spend hours running about the place. For starters, Taylor is beginning to get annoyed at the lack of work coming his way, as he isn't driving me anywhere. And secondly, I earn 100k an hour, so that's a lot of money I'm wasting whilst pounding the streets… Maybe I'll start tomorrow, or maybe Monday. Monday after next. Yeah, it's a date! Monday, three weeks from now I'll start on cutting down… gradually.

I look at the poster again, contemplating what else I can make up with the abbreviation BOGTF. As I start to pull stupid scrunched up faces at the advertisement in the hopes that it will help me concentrate, I hear a commotion close by. I look around and see nothing.

Huh! That's weird, I am sure I heard a scream and then a tremendous thud? It sounded as though a voluptuous two hundred pound chick had just crashed to the floor?

I continue to suck out the yummy centers from what is on my plate when I notice two sets of chubby fingers with painted pink nails clinging to the edge of my table. Then up pops a forehead with dark brown hair on top, two big blue eyes and a small button nose with a pimple on the end. I surmise that the girl is obviously on her period, or as you all like to say, 'on', as all girls get pimples at that 'time of the month.'

Regardless of the blemish, from what I can see this girl is mighty pretty and her eyes are the bluest I have ever seen.

Hmm? Maybe she wears colored contact lenses.

Our eyes are firmly fixed and I feel a sense of cardiac arrest hitting me. There is a funny feeling in my chest and I think it's either the subs having an adverse effect on me, or I'm keeling over.

I forget the ache in my chest, as she stares back at me. I realize she looks like that character plastered on the WWII Memorial in Washington, D.C. 'Kilroy was here' and I start to smile. But it soon fades when her glare continues and I'm not sure what she is looking at. Me, looking at her, or my donuts? I move my hands around my plate, like a fort around a castle, which is under siege from the invasion of the enemy.

You ain't getting these, Missy!

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying to distract her from my precious sugary morsels.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I slipped on some lettuce that some prick had the cheek to leave on the floor. Fucking idiot, don't they know that it's dangerous."

Shit! That was me with one of the subs Elena got me. It had salad in it and I despise lettuce, so I tossed it over my shoulder. I now feel guilty that I am that fucking idiot, but not so guilty to admit to her that it was me. "Yeah, fucking prick should be shot at dawn for such a crime against humanity. Leaving that there for anyone to trip over is just attempted murder waiting to happen." Shit! I think I have overdone it and she's looking at me suspiciously. "What's the matter? Do you need a hand up?"

"Nope, I got this. There is a trick to it, which I learned several years ago," she says as she tries to get up by dragging herself onto the seat opposite me.

I notice why she has difficulty getting up. She has the most enormous boobies I have ever seen and I can see myself immersing my head between them and blowing a loud raspberry or two against her bountiful flesh, but I'm sure she would not appreciate my Bronx cheer. I love big jugs, I love big women and she is mighty impressive.

"Do you come here often?" I ask innocently so that there isn't a deadly silence as she catches her breath.

"No, I have never cum here. What do you take me for? Some sort of whore who performs public sex acts, in public?"

"No, I mean do you frequent this establishment often." Jeez, she thought I meant fuck here. Although, I wouldn't mind bending her over this table and pumping my load into her. It would mean I could cut down on the midnight sprints about town tonight.

"Oh!" she blushes. Her rosiness takes me by surprise and has me thinking. I wonder what her chubby ass will look like that color. I have always liked more meat on the subs on my plate, but also in my playroom. There's more woman to grab onto whilst I pound my ten-inch salami into her.

"So?"

"Not usually. I have only just moved to the area from Montesano. And you?"

"I have lived here since I was around four." I was in Detroit before then, but I don't want to tell her my mother died of an overdose because she was too high to understand that she had already stuck the fucking needle in her arm a half an hour before hand. The second shot killed her.


ANA'S POV

Argh! I just slipped on something. It's a frigging lettuce leaf, who left that there? Now I've gotta get up without making a scene and it's right in front of this really good looking beefy guy… I look up and peer over the table top where I see him staring at me. His eyes wide, sugar all over his lips and a dollop of strawberry jam on his chin. I start to drool as I stare at him, well… at his chin to be precise. I see he has barricaded his donuts on his plate from my view and laugh inwardly to myself.

No use doing that, I would rather lick all that goodness from ya face, pal.

He asks me if I am okay. I would be if he allows me to suck his face clean, but I just say I will be once I get up. I grab the chair beside me and pull myself up and take a seat. I hope he doesn't mind me sitting here, although I am hopeful he will share his dessert with me… From his lips.

I sit at his table and we make small talk. I am totally taken back when he asks me a question that I would never have expected from a total stranger, in the middle of a public diner. I snap back at him, but he quickly explains what he meant.

Shit, I cocked up again! Come, not cum!

"Want one of my freebie donuts?" he finally asks, as he pushes the plate towards me that only has two remaining. I am sure it's an apology or a peace offering for the misunderstanding. Even though I would love to have one, I refuse. It will look like I fell right in front of him on purpose and I really didn't. "No thank you, I don't accept sweets from strangers," I say, hoping that I have not offended him.

"Oh, I'm Christian Grey, nice to meet you," he says as he holds out his sticky hand for me to shake.

"Anastasia Steele, call me Ana for short," I say when our hands collide. After we shake, all I want to do is lick my palms. I then realize if I cough, I will have to put my hand up to my mouth, so I do.

Mmmm! Yummy!

"It's nice to meet you, Ana for short. I hope you are not too shaken by the fall? You wanna sue the joint. They should be more careful where they chuck their surplus vegetation."

"Nah, it's fine. I do it all the time."

"What‽ Slip over on pieces of stray lettuce hanging around the place?"

"No, just fall over as I'm a clumsy klutz. I think it's the top heavy situation going on," I explain. I won't elaborate, but I think he knows what I'm referring to… my tits. "I usually fall flat on my ass, with a bang. It hurts like hell when I do that and I can't sit down without some amount of pain for a day or two." I see his wide eyes again and a sharp intake of breath indicating he is shocked. Does he not know that women of a larger stature fall harder. Doesn't he understand the laws of gravitational pull on heavier objects? My frigging ass does!


Christian's POV

Oh yes! A rosy pink butt bent over my whipping bench, recently struck with my cat and showing signs of several raised angry welts. I close my eyes and pretend that I am whipping this beauty whilst chained to the bench.

Take control, Grey, stop thinking about this chick before you explode in your pants. And open your eyes!

"So you off anywhere after you finish your BOGTF deal?" she asks after I come back to planet earth.

"I gotta go back to the office. I own the big silver building at the end of the street, so I can't pull a sicky as I'm the boss and I'd feel too guilty about letting me down."

"What? The Space Needle! You own the Space Needle‽ I thought aliens owned that? Isn't that their flying saucer at the top? The one they use to go home in every night?"

"Erh? You hit your head, babe?"

Babe? BabeShit! Why did I call her babe out loud?

"No, the one three blocks south, Grey House," I add, trying to detract her from my endearment.

"Why is it called Grey House when it's silver? Wouldn't Silver House be a better name for it?"

Phew, it worked. Awkward situation diverted.

"No, my name is Grey, so it's Grey House."

"Oh, you could change your name to Silver. Mr Christian Silver… Not sure that sounds right… Mm? You could change your first name to 'Hi Ho' or 'Sterling'."

What the fuck is she on about? Hi Ho Silver?Sterling Silver? Yeah, and you could change your name to Stainless.

"So you come here often?" Oh pissing hell! We just had that. What did she ask me that for? I am so tempted to say that if she shows me her pink ass, I will cum all over her backside, but I refrain.

"No, not often. My PA usually gets my dinner for me."

"Your father gets you your dinner? How old are you?"

Eh?

"Twenty-seven, nearly twenty-eight. I don't see my father all that much, maybe at the weekends if I go to Bellevue for dinner. I try to not go as my mother keeps nagging me to settle down with a nice girl," I say, mimicking quote marks with my index fingers in the air. I wish my mother wouldn't keep on about me settling down, she knows how I am with the touchy-feely thing.

"Are you gay?"

"What‽"

Where the fuck did that come from?

"I just wondered if you were gay, and maybe in the closet. Does your mother know?"

"No, she doesn't." I cannot believe she just asked me that.

"Oh, you better tell her. It's so much easier when you do come out. I have a friend, Kate, she is a lesbian and she slept around with all the boys at college to prove she wasn't. The silly cow just made herself even more miserable. I told her to come out and she did, now she has all the girls she wants. Plus all the guys want to watch the girl on girl action."

"No, that is not what I meant." Fuck! I can't allow her to think I'm gay. I won't get anywhere with her if she thinks that. "She doesn't know because I am not. I like to f… I like women."

"So you seeing anyone now?" She bites her bottom lip as soon as her words are out. She's embarrassed at having asked such a question. I'm now wondering if she is interested? I am certainly interested in this beauty in front of me, all soft and bouncy. I bet her jugs swing like pendulums when she is bent over and being fucked from behind.

"Not at the moment. I have needs that only a certain type of woman can fulfill." My gaze wanders and I find myself looking at her tits.

Shit Grey! Pull your eyes away from her cleavage before she notices.

"Stop looking at my bosoms!"

Blast! She noticed.

She slams her fist down onto the table. So hard that my donuts momentarily bounce up off the plate and one ends up in my lap.

"No, I wasn't looking at your… Okay, I was. They are rather… big." I say, hoping that honesty is better than a blatant lie. I put the cake back on the plate and stand so that I can brush the sugar from my pants, but then I notice that I have a raging hardon, so I sit down quickly before she notices.

"Yeah and so is the rest of me. Big fucking deal! Have you not seen a big woman before?" She's upset.

No! Don't be upset, I love big chicks. More to grab onto!

"Not one like you. You're feisty," I grin, which knocks her for six.

"Sorry, I know I can have a bit of a temper, but that is because of all the jabs I got at school. Fucking Olivia Walters… bitch!"

Oh shit! She was bullied. Fucking Olivia Walters! Yeah, bitch!

I will get Welch to get a background check on this so called 'mean girl' and see what I can do as a form of revenge. "Look, Ana for short, I like my women substantial. The problem is that they always think that I am mocking them when I try and come onto them and they either slap me around the face or run for the hills crying. I gave up a long time ago." I think it's something to do with the leagues that people put themselves and those of the opposite sex into.

"So you're a virgin! Are you the same as me? Untouched until Mr Darcy comes along… No, it would be Lizzy Bennet in your case. Although I doubt you would say no to Colin Firth… Maybe we could have a threesome. Shit, why are you looking at me in disbelief? Did I just say my private thoughts out loud? Bloody hell!" She blushes so red that my pants begin to strain and I think my fly is likely to burst.

"Yeah, but no worries, baby. And to answer your question, no I am not a virgin. But my taste is very singular."

"You jerk off when you are on your own?"

"What? No! I mean yeah, when I don't have someone. What I mean is that my taste in sex is singular."

"Don't know what you mean?" How can sex be singular when it's two people together… doing 'it'. Isn't that the whole point of… sex? Singular sex is wanking."

"I can't explain… I won't explain, not to a stranger. …. Hey, I just realized, you said you're a virgin‽" I can't believe it, how can she still be a virgin. She's beautiful. She nods at me, in a shy demure fashion. "Where have you been?" I ask in disbelief. Has she been hiding all this time?

"In Montesano. The men there are gross. I wouldn't sleep with any of them. Maybe Jose, but he's not my type. He's far too short."

I smile, as I am at least ten inches taller than her. "How about a six foot two beefcake?" She smiles again, that sweet innocent smile. My cock is now throbbing and I have to adjust myself, as I can feel it rubbing against my zipper, as I forgot to put my Calven Klein's on this morning.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just slightly… I'm fine." I see her biting her lip. She knows what I have just done and the reason behind it. I close my eyes so that I cannot see her. "Please stop biting your lip. It's doing things to me that is making my situation worse."

"Oh, sorry."

I finally open my eyes and look at her. I need her, I can't walk away from this, not in a million years. "Have dinner with me?" I ask abruptly.

"Erm?… Are you mocking me? Is there Candid Camera around?" she asks as she looks about the place.

"No! There are no cameras here unless they are CCTV, which I wouldn't be surprised at in this joint… I'm being deadly serious here. I don't mock, not when it comes to wanting to get to know a beautiful woman. Have dinner with me... tomorrow night. I will get my PA to contact you with details and we can discuss it then."

"You keep mentioning your pa. Why do you lean so heavily on your father? Can't you do stuff yourself?"

"No, my P.A. as in personal assistant. Andrea, she is a miracle worker."

"Oh, is she anything more?"

"More? Erm… no," I say hesitantly. The woman is a stick insect on a diet, plus she's blond. Certainly not my type.

"I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" She asks sympathetically as she grabs my sticky hand. I smile when I find my thumb pad automatically starts to rub her knuckles. Her skin is soft and I know that the rest of her will be pleasantly squishy.

"To hell with the office! Do you want to come back with me now and fool around in my playroom?" I ask, then I catch what I have just said.

Damn! I can't tell her about my dungeon just yetThink Grey! Get yourself out of this mess.

"What! You have a BDSM dungeon. Is it painted red with whips and chains and one of those Tally Ho chairs by Mark Brazier-Jones?" I can see she is rather interested, but I can't take any chances in letting my secret out of the bag just yet. I need to get to know her better, over a glass of wine and a plate of pasta, perhaps?

"I have a Playstation, Xbox and one of the old fashioned Dreamcast machines that went out of business years ago. The Sonic the Hedgehog game is rather good, but I'm stuck on 90% and can't get it finished. I was hoping you would have a try." Yes! I think I have managed to redefine my statement without denying that I have one of those BDSM rooms that she seems keen on. I'm not sure she would feel the same enthusiasm if she was ever confronted with one. I don't want to lie to her, it would be a mistake to lie on our initial meeting, so manage to bend the truth.

"Oh, erm… I am not very good at those games, I like to play with other toys." She smiles impishly. "You know the ones that vibrate." Yes, she's into kinky fuckery. There is hope…. Oh hang on, didn't she say she was a virgin?… My cock begins to swell again after its recent deflation when I think of taking her for the first time. I will be in virgin territory where no other man has been. I've never broken someone in before and wonder what it would feel like to push through her hymen and take her innocence. Would she cry out in pain?

I snap out of my salacious reverie to return to the question in hand. "Oh, I have those, an X-Rocker Infiniti Playstation Gaming Chair. It's very powerful. When I sit in that it makes me go rather…." Fuck! I'm sure I am blushing. I never blush but I can feel my face burn. Shit! She's biting her lip again. Is it in anticipation? I wanna frigging suck that lip.

We finally agree to have dinner the following day, and before we part company we exchange phone numbers.

Yes, I have a date!.. A date? Shit, I have a dateWhat am I gonna do with a date‽… I know. Fuck her senseless!


AN

I apologise if this offends anyone. It is not my intention to mock anyone's size but to bring the idea forward that Grey could well like bigger women without it being a fetish. Being a large woman myself, I find it sometimes annoying that a heroine is mainly portrayed by the stereotypical supermodel. I have envisaged casting Adele in the place of Ana, because she is big and beautiful (inside and out.)

As you can see it's a humourous tale. After The Proxy, I thought I needed something lighter to sink my teeth into. You may find some quotes from the books and films that I have twisted up, or had as misunderstandings. This is all intentional and not a coincidence. (EG Are you gay? And the conversation following that, plus the quote "because… because I'm fucking hungry." Grey says this to Elena, but Ana says something similar to Grey at the start of the Darker film. "Okay fine, I will have dinner with you… because I'm… hungry.")

Not sure of the timetable on this one, it may go slower than my previous stories, but it won't be multiple weeks/months between chapters, as that can be disheartening for both you and me.

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