Hello everyone, I'm back- And not with with the girl you were expecting. Yeah, that's kinda how I do. Surprises. Trick shots. Curve balls. All that.
Before everyone goes all crazy. Everything is good between all the characters. No hard feelings. No grudges. Free love for all!
Oh, and to be clear. I lost this thing, like, twice. Had to re-write it from scratch. It was a pain in the ass. Anyway. On to it.
Trent Time
Chapter 3- A simple transaction
Synopsis-
This is near the end of the first season. Near everyone has been eliminated. Trent… he's still messed up. I know your probably getting tired of that by now- Don't worry. This is the last time I'll use that… probably.
Anyway, now that Trent has access to proper healthcare- free healthcare at that. Glory to Canada! Trent is allowed outside the hotel- after signing a no tattling contract- to go to the hospital. He comes back with meds, and some other things. Leshawna learns of this and would like to make 'a simple transaction'.
You can probably figure out the rest. Oh, wait. You won't have to. You can read it.
And yes, this is cannon to my earlier chapters.
Enjoy.
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"I-ow, wanna be- ow, I wanna be fam- Ow, come on!" Trent winced. His chest, gut, and legs were on fire. The defeated screaming golfer looked down at the brace covering his right leg. Trent slipped out a piece of paper from his pocket. He read the stupid thing. Took in a breath- one FULL step forward. "Ah! Pain… Stupid crappy parachute."
One painful step after the other, Trent moved on. Doing his best to stretch out his muscles as he slung out his guitar from his back. The paper between his teeth, Trent thrummed his fingers through its strings as the happiest memories of the summer flooded his mind. Namely his poisoning by Lindsay in one challenge, force-fed random garbage in another, falling out of a plane and landing face first on a rocky beach in a third. The list goes on- oh, and occasionally beaten up by animals.
"Yeah- ooff, this year sucked- ouch." Trent grumbled, turning a corner. The long hallway was dull and cheap- and entirely complimentary to the show. Which made sense. Trent could've sworn he saw a rat scurrying by. He shook his head as he limped on the blood-red carpet below him. A urine yellow wall on one side, a stained steel elevator on the other. "Alright- ow. Screw this."
Trent cursed, sliding his hand through the guitar strings and pulled out his vape pen. The musician took a huff. Trent tilted his head back, enjoying it. Forcing down a cough. One exhale later, the vape was away and Trent was limping along again. Though, much smoother. The vape cloud swirling around him, disappearing.
"Back to it. I wanna be- gah!"
Ding! Dong!
The elevator doors opened and out walked the winner of last week's poker night.
"Oh, hey Trent." Leshawna smiled, waving to the injured man as she walked out. "How you doing?"
'God!' Trent winced, pretending it was the pain. He forced his eyes to stay up, focusing on Leshawna's face and not her outfit. 'Come on man. You can do this.'
"Dang. You're still messed up, huh?" Leshawna asked, visibly worried.
"J-Just-" Trent spat out the dumb paper, catching it in his hand. "Just came back from the doc- not chef." Trent shook his head, forcing the memory of the big ugly bald guy in the lingerie out of his head.
"How many times is that now?" Leshawna tilted her head at him, approaching the poor guy. A tiny bit of the vape cloud drifting closer to her. "You're there at least once a week."
"With how beat up I am, ouch." Trent winced. "I'm surprised I'm not dead. Thank god we're in Canada. Free health care."
"You, me. All of us." Leshawna nodded, annoyed. "You hear about poor Cody? Dude was mauled by a bear. Full body cast."
This time Leshawna winced.
"Next season." Trent joked, then a terrible thought came. "Actually, being mauled by a wild animal will probably be the least of it. I wouldn't be surprised if someone gets smushed by a giant monster in a couple months."
"Hopefully, its Heather." Leshawna joked herself, though it was forced. She shook her head. The vape cloud drifting and drifting closer."I'm just gonna ask it, which was worse: The falling face first thing or eating poison?"
"Well, they're both pretty good for writing songs." Trent smiled as he played his guitar for a bit, its music echoing off the walls of the hallway. "The pain meds and the morphine did wonders for inspiration."
"Yeesh..." Leshawna sucked in a breath. It was so close now. SO CLOSE. "Fallow up, how long are you gonna be..."
"None of it was permanent, thank god." Trent sighed, relieved- and winced. "Dammit! Anyway, docs just said do the recovery exercise things and I'll be fine."
"Is that what you're doing?" Leshawna tilted her head at him, eyes on his guitar and paper.
"Shuffle around, sing, play the guitar." Trent held up the paper. "What I normally do, but now I got a doctor's note."
"That's what it says?" Leshawna grabbed the paper, reading it. As she leaned over, her face went right into the vape cloud. The tiny floating chemicals flowing into her breaths and then her lungs. Her eyes went wide.
"Dexterity and lung exercises." Trent clarified. "I take meds for everything else. I'm getting better everyday."
"This is you better?" Leshawna sighed relaxed, pointing at his broken body. Her eyes were lazily half closed. A drifty smile on her face.
"You should've seen me before." Trent hopped in place, clicking his heels together. The rubber of his shoe scuffing against the hard plastic of the brace. He landed. He landed hard, but he landed. "S-See…" Trent winced, like a kicked puppy. "Still standing. Was down and out two days when I got here and tried that."
"Huh, okay. Looking good sting bean." Leshawna nodded, an impressed smile on her face… and a little pity. Her eyes? Her eyes were on his guitar. "But why-ya doing that here, singing that?"
"Huh, wha- oh." Trent shook himself awake, his eyes dipped down when she nodded.
Here's the thing about the cast after they're kicked off- they go to a five star hotel that make the island look like a leper colony. That meant a big pool and a couple of hot tubs. For the sixteen year olds stuck inside the place with nowhere to go or do- that meant hanging around the water in swim gear from wake up time to bed time. For the guys that means gals in bikini's. For the girls, boys in shorts.
There were exceptions. Like the resident surfer girl and her diver's suit. Justin with his… banana hamack. The latter didn't last too long.
Leshawna was another exception. She was one of two girls that wore a one-piece bathing suit. It was ashen gray. Low cut in the front and showed off her full-form very well. The thin stretchy material of her swimsuit was meant to enhance the jiggling- not restrict it like a bikini. For Leshawna there was a lot to jiggle.
"I go up and down the first few floors. The one treadmill in the tiny gym is always taken. As for the song, its catchy."
"Musicians." Leshawna shook her head, a smug smile grew on her face. She caught him staring. Trent felt like apologizing- then she stuck her chest out at him. Her giant tits giving him a bouncy hello. "I get it. Not a lot to do here."
"Nope." Trent agreed, thoughtlessly. Right. Leshawna was the only girl on the show that was openly proud of her good looks- besides Lindsay. 'Damn right.' Trent thought. 'I'd bet solid money each one is bigger than my head.'
"Not much to do at all." Leshawna shook her head, smugly. Trent didn't even know you could do that. Well, he might've of. If his brain could function. He was rather focused on Leshawna's super boobs swaying back and forth in front of him. Girl was laying it on thick. Leshawna eyed him, pointing at his guitar. "But I could think of something to pass the time."
"What me to play for you?" Trent asked, holding up his guitar.
"Oh, we'll do a lot with that." Leshawna sniffed, loudly. The hefty gal strutted past him. She stared right at him- into him. Into Trent's eyes. A sly- teasing smile on her face. Leshawna even slid her soft- so soft, warm hand against his cheek. "Fallow me to my room. I want you to play."
Trent fallowed Leshawna to her room. Right behind her. The busted leg in the brace was a pretty good excuse, even if it was true. The musician was stuck taking Mall-walk speed baby steps. Didn't matter to either of them though. The proud Leshawna was happy to have Trent behind her almost as much as he was. The full-bodied girl strutting every step, with extra hip action. She wasn't even trying to hide it. Leshawna was openly showing off to him. That alone was hotter than Trent could explain.
'Dang, confidence really is the key.' Trent thought. 'If Beth stopped stuttering and started strutting she could have any guy she wanted eating out of her hands.'
Trent's eyes were on Leshawna's giant behind in the stretchy bathing suit as they turned a corner. The dull ash-color of the tight material really clashed against her dark earth colored self. Emphasizing her curve, size, and sheer confidence.
Both can's jiggling all the way with each step. About two doors down they made it- and got there quick. So quick, Trent actually knocked into Leshawna. It was like smacking into a person shaped pillowcase of warm pudding- Felt nicer than it sounded.
"Wow." Leshawna yelped, worried, grabbing Trent by his shirt as he tilted over. The hefty girl straightened him on his feet before he fell. "You good, string bean?"
"I-I'm fine." Trent wheezed, a little out of breath. Sighing, Trent slid his hand into his guitar and pulled out a medical cup of pills. "Just gotta take a few of these." Trent swallowed two of them, no water needed. "Good news is, Cardio's done for the day."
"Damn boy, you are hooked up. Ain'tchya?" Leshawana asked, letting go of him. One eyebrow raised. One hand on her hip. Both eyes on his guitar. Leshawna shook her head as she opened the door of her room. Leshawna led Trent in, a proud smile on her face. "Hidden in plain sight too. You got more balls than I thought."
"I got the normal amount. Like jumping out of a plane with a bad parashoot and eating Lindsay's cooking." Trent snorted, shambling into her hotel room.
It was a lot like his. Two queens, a TV, private bath. A few drawers. The main difference was, one bed was all neat and tidy. The other had stuff spread around it, mostly clothes. A giant jumbo sized purple bra was dangling on the foot of the bed. A matching purple nightie was hanging on the headboard. It even smelled like Leshawana in here; Oranges, like the designs on her shirt mixed with Chlorine from the pool… Well, half of it did. The clean neat half smelled like bleach and lemon.
"Don't be shy boy." Leshawna chided, strutting past Trent. The door shutting behind her. "Where'd you get the stuff?"
"Hmmph, what?" Trent asked, his eyes and mind were locked on the bra and nightie. Wondering what both would look like on the buxom Leshawna. Trent cursed himself and Chris for getting eliminated before the surprise nighttime challenges and seeing her in them. "Sorry, just loving how clean everything is in here. Half of it anyway. You should see mine. Total mess. Who's the roommate?"
"She's someone who ain't part of this." Leshawna stated playfully but firmly. Strutting over to the messy bed. Sitting right in the middle of it on some clothes and in front of him. The jumbo bra on one side. The clear nightie on the other. Leshawana stared at him as she crossed one bare leg over the other. Trent saw this, he could've sworn her THICC thighs were calling to him. "She's also someone who'll be gone till that stupid curfew they gave us."
"Sooo, we got plenty of time to ourselves." Trent nodded slyly, his eyes going up and down her legs.
What he wouldn't give to have those thighs wrapped around his head.
"You really are a horn dog, ain'tchya?" Leshawana snorted, crossing her arms under her breasts. They framed her tits like a photo as they propped them up. Trent could honestly say they were the size of beach balls- or maybe that was the drugs. "Almost as bad as Cody."
"Sorry, you're not really seeing me at my best." Trent held up the pill bottle, still in hand. "I'm pretty much wired 24/7. Doctor's orders. Got a note and everything."
"So you got those from the quacks at the clinic?" Leshawna asked, surprised. Pointing at the bottle and the guitar where he pulled it out of. "Doctor's prescribe weed now? Don't deny it, bro. I'd know that smell anywhere."
"Weed. What-oh, the vape." Trent sighed, the quick puff a minute ago almost forgotten. "No, they don't do that- yet. Because of some weird set up to get to the hospital. All on the show's dime. As long as I don't take all day, I can do pretty much whatever after the appointment is over. That includes..." Trent pulled out his vape pen. "Resupply."
"Okaaaaayyy..." Leshawna nodded, comprehending. "How you pay'n though? Don't tell me mommy and daddy are footing the bill. I'm sure they'll have some words for ya after they see the charges on their card."
"How much do you really wanna know?" Trent asked, giving her a knowing look. The 'ghetto girl', as Heather called her once, was actually spot on. Though, Trent did the smart thing and called his parents from the start and asked about the 'supplementary medication'. Pointing out that prescribed pain meds were actually more addictive and harmful than any over-the-counter CBD store 'products' ever could be. His parents didn't like it, but they couldn't argue with it either.
"Fair. That's fair boy." Leshawna shrugged, raising her hands in defeat. "Not my business how you got the stuff."
"Soooo..." Trent took a hit from the vape pen, holding it in. "Why'd you bring me in here- oh right, to play."
Trent puffed out the cloud of chemicals in little rings. Each one drifted right in her face. Leshawna didn't seem to mind though. The hefty girl smiled as she huffed in second hand CBD.
"Boy, you know how to tease." Leshawna sighed, happily- dreamily. Tilting her head back. Leshawna's baby browns eyed him up and down, lazily half open and all. "Being as hot as Justin is a huge plus. I can see why Gwen like's ya."
"There it is." Trent nodded, sadly- just as the pain meds started kicking in. Numbing his body, and his mind. But Trent still knew what was important. "I can, guess, what this is about. You're okay with it? Isn't Gwen your best friend?"
"On the show." Leshawna answered, bluntly. "A year from now, I won't remember any of yall's names. Besides, this ain't cheat'n. Just a simple transaction."
"Simple transaction." Trent nodded, agreeing.
"Real question is, you cool with it?" Leshawna asked. "Ain't Gwen you're girlfriend? You 'cheated' on her- again?"
"Heather." Trent spat, angry. He took another hit from his pen. "As for Gwen... I have an idea."
"Really?" Leshawna snorted, disbelief in her voice. Waving him to come over, closer. He did. Arm distance, less.
"... Yes." Trent did not. His head was hazy. He felt different from any time before. Pain meds and vape- at the same time. 'Did I ever do that?'
"Yo, earth to Trent." Leshawna hollered, snapping Trent out of it.
His eyes focused on hers as he exhaled. A stream of smoke puffed right at her. She breathed it all in with one huff. Just like that, Leshawna's entire body shivered. Her eyes clamped down. Gripping the bed hard as she bit her lip in a smile. After a few moments, Leshawna shot her eyes open and pulled Trent down next to her on the bed. The jumbo bra was right next to him. Trent could feel it nudging his leg. Though, Trent was close to Leshawna. REAL close. There was maybe an inch between them.
"Enough teasing. I don't like teasing..." Leshawna closed the gap. The hefty gal with the buxom beach ball boobies bumped into Trent's chest. The tits sloshed around and undulated on top of him like a couple of water beds. For some reason, a memory of a cartoon woman in a red dress talking to a live action detective about a rabbit popped into Trent's head. "Do you like teasing, boy."
"Wow, you really want this stuff, huh?" Trent asked, sliding away.
He didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. But Trent also didn't want to fall over like a beaten up scarecrow on the yellow brick road like he was. Tripping his balls off or not. Especially not in front of a THICC goddess that wanted something he had.
"I've been cold Turkey since the plane ride here." Leshawna spat. Angry. Frustrated- And a little hurt in her voice as she held up her arm to him. "Just your second hand puff's and I've got goose bumps."
"Huh, so you do." Trent shrugged, the jumbo bra was now under his leg. He could feel it through his pants, tightening by the minute. Trent coughed, nervously, as he held up his vape pen to her. "We could just share."
"Kay, you clearly only bought legal." Leshawna gave him a bland look. "I never carry cash. I always used, other ways..." Leshawana let it hang there, her half opened reddening eyes stared into his green wonders as she kissed her finger and planted it on Trent's lips. "To pay for it."
"Phmmm-hnnnhg." Trent mumbled, he didn't dare open his lips. Who knew someone's finger could be so soft. So warm. So wet.
"Soooo..." Leshawna teased, sliding her finger down from his lips to his chin, his chest. Down and down and down until she landed on his belt buckle. She tapped the cheap steel, a sly smile on her face. "We have a deal, boy?"
"H-How much you want?" Trent stuttered, licking his lips. The line down his body Leshawna dragged her finger felt like fire. The belt buckle felt like a lock on a cage around his crotch. From how tight his pants were now, it wasn't far off. "Y-You said I was good at teasing."
"I like to banter, but bout time I ask; How much you got?" Leshawana asked, her smile smugger. It was perfect on her. Trent's pants got tighter, just from that. Trent grunted, hard, holding up his vape pen. Leshawna eyed it, raising an eyebrow at him. "That's it. All you got till you go to the hospital next week?"
Trent said nothing. He just slid the guitar off and hid it behind the bed. It, and ALL its contents, out of sight. Trent popped a few more pills, held up the bottle to her.
Leshawna smiled knowingly, her eyes on the guitar behind her bed. Leshawna snorted, waving off the pill bottle. She instead grabbed the vape pen from his hand and took a whiff. It was long, deep- Trent had never seen her so relaxed. Even during the staying awake challenge. She was getting two full lungs worth and keeping it in. Trent saw Leshawna's chest expand and expand and expand. It was probably the chemicals talking, but Trent could've sworn Leshawna's tits enveloped the entire room.
"With how much you like that, I'm a little surprised you didn't ask Chris for anything. You know he does lines of coke every day like an 80's movie villain." Trent joked, but he believed every word.
Leshawna half coughed- half laughed. Puffs of vape poofing out of her nose. The hefty gal pounded her chest to get control back. A goofy 'are-you-shitting-me' smile on her face. Trent enjoyed the jiggling. She held up a finger.
"First off, I don't want the hard stuff and that's all he's got. Yes, I asked. Same for your pills." Leshawna pointed at the bottle. "Second, No way in living hell am I going to do 'business' with a guy who tortures kids on TV for a living. Third, um. Third... Damn. I had something for this."
"Yeah, that's what a full season of cold turkey does." Trent snorted, grabbing back his vape pen and taking his own whiff. Leshawna snorted, still dazed. "Even weak shit like this. No tolerance anymore."
"I like it." Leshawna said, finally exhaling. Steam and smoke huffed out of her mouth, filling the room. Laughing, Leshawna shook her head. Grabbing a bottle of fa-breeze from inside the lamp table. The hefty gal stuck a sticky note on it reading 'don't forget'. Trent laughed. Leshawna swerved around to face him. The hefty gal eyed him before she plopped down on her back- on top of the pile of clothes. Pure relaxed bliss. "Before the show, it would've taken me... a lot to get like this. Now? Just one puff from your weak what's-it... Why did you buy weak shit?"
"Daddy's credit card, remember. Can't get away with too much." Trent said, tossing his pen back to her. The hefty gal tried to catch it, her hand-eye coordination was off and she missed. Instead, it landed on her chest. Outright diving between her tits and sinking into her cleavage. Went deep too. Trent couldn't even see it anymore. "I swear I didn't plan that."
"Ha! You sure you're not as cool as everyone thinks?" Leshawna laughed, her arm sliding down her boobs and digging. She pulled out her cell phone and had to go back in. "Because you're great at humble-bragging and money shots. Probably the best here. Just from this, you put Justin and Duncan to shame."
"So cool you only came to me for drugs after both of us were kicked off the show." Trent deflected, openly enjoying Leshawna fish around in her jumbo boobs. "Did you really ask Chris?"
"I asked Duncan. Piercings and Mohawk has strong drug dealer energy. Though, turns out the network did a full cavity search on the kid they pulled out of a cage to be on their show. Who'd a thought? So he didn't have anything- but he did steal it after the cameras looked away. You can make some guesses. " Leshawna shrugged, pulling out the pen. Trent pouted that her boobies stopped bouncing. Leshawna blew him a kiss, holding up his vape pen. "And you're the kind of cool that won't rope me into prison. Which is way better. Courtney's the girl that likes bad boy types, not me."
"What types of boys do you like?" Trent asked, he couldn't help it. Leshawna took another hit."Just curious. You could have anyone.
"Oh, I know. And you're game just went up from say'n it." Leshawna blew a kiss at the musician. A ring of smoke puffed in his face. "And my type? The Kind of boy that knows I ain't interested in someone I gotta to spend every waking moment with- on camera.
"Like keep'n people at arm's reach, huh?" Trent snorted, so did Leshawna. "Someone should really tell Harold."
"Honestly," Leshawna kicked her legs out. Laying them on his lap. Trent groaned when she bumped his crotch. The hefty gal winked. Trent blushed. "If we weren't trapped on this stupid show, out in the real world. Our real lives. I'd hit ya up. Weak-ass vape pens or no."
"Well, that's flattering." Trent smiled, sliding his hand up and down her smooth leg. Ankle to her knee. "Haven't heard you do that this much before."
"Yeah, I do that during 'business'. Try'n to go for a 'discount'. Plus, ya know. Drugs. Helps to be nice." Leshawna sniffed a whiff. The hefty gal puffed a cough sitting back up, her legs still on his lap. "Speaking of, bout time I held up my end of the 'transaction'."
"Bout time I did the stupid thing and try talking you out of it." Trent sighed, lowering his head. "You don't have to do this. I'm happy to share- with you. Don't start telling everyone I'm a free fun-times vending machine."
"Pretty sure they figured that part out already, guitar guy."
Leshawna chuckled, her voice smooth and heavy- like velvet. Trent said nothing as his 'customer' slid scooted up and up til she was actually sitting on his lap. Both facing forward. Her back leaning against his front.
Leshawna was indeed a hefty gal. The bed creaked and curved around them from their combined weight. Leshawna snorted. Trent- was distracted. The bigger curvy girl was soft and warm and sitting right on his crotch. She pushed out his legs for better access. Both their feet on the ground as she leaned into him- against him.
"And we talked about this. I don't have to- I want to, pretty boy."
"S-Soooo, I-I'm a pretty bo-boy now?" Trent stammered, feeling Leshawna rub her big cushy bum-bum against his dick. His dick cushioned between "Yo-You're pretty gr-great. God! This feels so good."
"I know." Leshawna hummed, leaning left then right- then back again. Her hands on his knees. Her weight on Trent's joy-stick. "Just don't ask how I got so good at this- Maybe I'll throw in some surprises."
"S-Surprises?" Trent stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Surprises." Leshawna confirmed, leaning more into the musician. Pulling Trent's head down enough to kiss his cheek. A wet one. A cheeky, smug smile on her face- that's when she started grinding on him. Before, Leshawna was leaning side to side. Lazily. This? Rubbing up and down. Soft. Rough- warm, pudding. His dick still hot-dogged between her butt. She went down, back up again. Humming each time. It was so hot. Leshawna was dry-humping him, and knew what she was doing. "What do you think, string-bean?"
"I think...I won't last long." Trent grunted, he could already feel himself getting close. Leshawna snorted.
"Ohhh, awesome cool guy Trent is a quick draw." Leshawna snorted, keeping her pace steady. "Cute."
"Orrr... Or... I-I got nothing. This is the best ever!" Trent cheered, his hips bucking into the girl on his lap. Leshawna giggled at him. "Good god! Hey, when the show's done. By some miracle, If we meet again on the outside, you wanna do something together?"
"With you sweetie?" Leshawna sang, now smothering her big booty directly to his hard-on. "Anytime. Any place."
It was hands down thee best thing Trent had ever felt. And that was through three layers of clothing- or it would be. If Trent hadn't taken a handful of pain meds and a day's worth of CBD all at once. That mixed with the dopamine and whatever other chemicals a horned up brain give's ya- Ohhhh, boy. Trent himself was more than ready to cross the finish line, his body was still getting the message.
Soooo, there was a wee problem. But Trent wasn't going to let Leshawna know that!
'No!' Trent thought. 'I am not gonna fuck up my first lap dance.'
Trent grit his teeth. Took a deep breath. His mind racing. He looked down at the big bouncing girl on his lap. Trent shot his arms around Leshawna and grabbed her chest. His palms engulfing cantaloupe sized breasts.
"Woah, g-getting handsy boy." Leshawna stammered, surprised- but not against it. The 'dancing' stopped. Trent squeezed twice. The hot, soft flesh bulged between his fingers. Like a stress ball.
"'Surprise', remember." Trent whispered in her ear. His voice low and husky. To his surprise, the ever confident Leshawna quivered on his lap. Which jiggled in all the right spots, her and him. Trent bit his lip, he had to stay in control. God, he wished he didn't have to. In a flash of chemical induced insight, Trent got an idea. A devilish smile appeared on his lips. "I- I think I get it. Why you're doing this."
"I-I want your drugs." Leshawna answered, bluntly, putting her hands over Trent's. She didn't pull him off. Actually pushing his digits further into her tits. Taking control of his grabbing and handling. God, it was hot! "Thought I was pretty clear on that."
"Oh, sure. That's the excuse." Trent shook his head, fighting through her control. Rubbing his hands around her boobs in circles. Her nipples hardening under the thin material of her swimsuit in his questioning palms. Leshawna whimpered, but aside from that- she didn't seem to mind. "I know how you lost. We all do. It wasn't some challenge. You were cheated."
"Y-Yeah, I was." Leshawna admitted, her cheeks getting a little pinker. The hefty girl allowing the pretty boy to hand handle her 'girls'. "What's you're point?"
"The not boyfriend of the runner-up is in your room, hands on your tits. You're on his lap." Trent pointed out, his fingers rubbing, circling, massaging those nipples like they were the dials and knobs of a safe. Judging by the humming and grumbling, he was'nt wrong. "My happy stick's poking into you. Not the vape pen."
"All that is true." Leshawna nodded, closing her eyes. She licked her lips. Trent continued his magic. "I wanna say 'get to the point' but… you already are."
Leshawna hummed, slowly rubbing her big behind again. Trent moaned this time.
"I was tossed out by a trick- still lost fair and square." Trent stated, powering through her pleasure. Blowing a low hum into Leshawna's ear. Silent squeaks escaped as she shivered in his hands again. "Just say'n, I'd want some payback. Even if no one knows. Especially if no one knows. A cheap excuse for the cherry on top? That's as hard to say no to as these."
Trent pulled down the neck like of the swimsuit. Big. Brown. Boobs. Free from their gray stretchy prison, bounced and jiggled with no restraint. The blushing Leshawna swooned, visibly relieved.
"Ohhh, its good to let the girls' breath." Leshawna sighed, taking in a deep breath. Her chest enlarging with it. The shoulder straps of the swimsuit dangling off her elbows. Leshawna giggled when she saw the look of pure awe on Trent's face. His green eyes were laser focused on her freed tits. "What, you ain't never seen triple D's before?" Trent shook his head. "Hey, don't lose your nerve now boy. Go on, grab'em."
He did. A brown cantaloupe for each hand- Trent grabbed, squeezed, honka-honka'd.
"Ohhhhhh, god." Trent breathed, the soft brown flesh undulating in his hands. It felt amazing. They felt amazing. She felt amazing- or would if his cock wasn't half blacked out. Trent shook his head, bringing him back to the real world. The smug look on Leshawna's face faltered a bit. "Damn. Shouldn't've taken so many pain meds."
"Weed dick?" Leshawna asked, in an almost expected tone.
"There's gotta be a better name for that." Trent grimaced, his hands still circling her naked tits. "But yes."
"It happens." She sighed. "Honestly I should've seen this coming. But, you know…" Leshawna put her finger to her lips and pretended to vape. "I'm not 100% either. Good news, we just need time."
"Been through this before, huh?"
"You can ask questions boy." Leshawna eyed the musician she was sitting on, grabbing his wrists. Stopping their circling and holding them in place. Trent was still touching those brown cantaloupes, But… "Just make sure they're the right questions."
Leshawna let to. Allowing Trent to roam again.
"The right questions?" Trent asked, sliding his hands up and down the front of her tits. His palms and fingers bristling her, frankly, enormous nipples. The sweet, hefty girl hummed on top of him. "You mean like- how do you like it?"
"Wh-What do you mean, pretty boy?" Leshawna stuttered, biting her lip to hold in a moan.
"How often you been asked that?" Trent asked, circling the very tips of her nipples with the ends of his middle fingers. A squeak and a twitched sneaked out. Leshawna closed her eyes as she grabbed her knees. "You're giving me a lap dance. My hands on your tits. Half my product in your lungs. IF this ever happened before or after- bet didn't see the guy asking what you want?"
"N-No, I di-didn't." Leshawna stuttered, taking in a deep breath. Trent's fingers still circling her erecting nipples as her chest expanded. "But I like it. Cpecially this. What you're do'n here. Feels nice."
"I'm mostly just guessing." Trent shrugged, now grabbing her tits again. This time actually trying to massage them. Sensitive but firm pressing, squeezing, and rubbing. A full moan this time. The proud Leshawna couldn't keep it in. "I'd still like to know, how do you want it?"
"Th-That's how this is go'n?" Leshawna asked, a surprised smile on her face.
"You said it, we gotta kill time." Trent nodded, whispering hot nothing into her ear. Leshawna's knees started rubbing together. "Besides, I like taking care of the girl first."
"Pretty boy knows how its done!" Lesahwna cheered, kissing Trent on the cheek. A wet popping sound erupted in the hotel suit. "Okay."
"Just try'n to be polite. Show a pretty girl a good time." Trent chuckled, kissing Leshawna's cheek. That same wet popping sound. "Sooo…"
"Ca-Can you, uh, go south?" Leshawna asked, pointing down. Her cheeks getting pinker. "Yeah, I like what you're do'n up top. But ah…"
"Say no more." Trent smiled, sliding his down from her giant tits, to her healthy, hefty belly, to her THICC thighs. Leshawna's legs flinched shut the second he touched them. Both snorted. That's when the musician felt around. Sliding and roaming his hands on her legs. They had the size, strength, and grace to snap him in half if she wanted too. Leshawna gave him a smug look. "Anyone tell ya you got looks that could kill?"
"Hoh-hoh, add sweet talk'n to the list." Leshawna smiled, rubbing her tush on his lap again. This time Trent moaned. "Pretty boy."
"A-And I want your legs wrapped around my face." Trent confessed, staring down at those thick thighs. His hands still rubbing them up and down.
"Ohhh, too late to change my mind?" Leshawna laughed, reaching her arm up under his and rubbing the back of Trent's head.
"Next time." Trent laughed back, pulling his hands further and further in. Rubbing and massaging his practiced and precise musician hands against her soft, warm skin. "But for now…"
Leshawna hummed in pure pleasure as Trent finally touched home. Pressing the tips of his fingers against the sides. Running them up and down. An opening between his middle fingers. All of that over and through the swim suit. The musician kept at it. Warming her up. Just like up top. Slow. Sensitive. Firm. But he didn't go for the bullseye right away.
Truth be told, Trent had no idea what he was doing. Firs time he'd ever done something like this. It was new and exciting for him and he wanted to do the best he could. There's a reason why he asked what she wanted. It wasn't just to be polite or kill time.
"Sooo, how do you like it?" Trent asked, closing the gap between his fingers. Rubbing up and down. 'She's so wet.'
"Ooooooh, you know I hate tease'n." Leshawna cursed that sounded like a moan. Gripping his forewarns, the hefty gal started to pant. "I want you to rip my bathing suit off, toss me on the bed, and plow me like you're try'n to grow your own supply!"
"Don't worry, that's coming." Trent blew on her ear. Leshawna squealed through clenched teeth. He meant it too. Double edge sword or not, the pain meds did their job. Trent felt fine. "But first thing's first."
Trent pulled the swim suit out of the way, rubbed his hands directly on her pussy. Massaging in quick little circles- but never actually going in.
"Gahhhh, you're kill'n me pretty boy!" Leshawna bit her lip again, digging her fingers into his arms. "Go in! You know what I wan- Mahhh-hah…"
Trent went in. Both middle fingers. Index and pinky stayed at the sides, keeping things stable. Leshawna grunted, a look of pure delight on her face. Actually, her whole body flexed. Her mid section clenched. Her thighs squeezed tight, trapping his hand right there. Her head twitching hard to the right before one final shudder. Her insides? That was a vice. Then it all released and her body when limp on top of him.
"Leshawna… did you?"
"No!" Leshawna snapped, a little too quickly. "I-Its just been a while."
"Hey, I get it." Trent laughed, sliding his fingers again. Leshawna squeaked. She was still tight, but Trent had circulation and could move now. "Nothing but stress, bad food, and Chris for months. The only place for privacy had a camera in it. I'm right there with ya. If I hadn't gobbled those pills, I'd have popped off by now."
"Humble bragg'n pretty boy!" Leshawna grumbled, biting her lip.
The hefty gal grabbed Trent's wrist and yanked the musician right out of her- hopping off him in one swift motion. The curved mattress flattened in a flop by her absence. The surprised Trent almost bounced off it right there. His eyes wide, his hands wet, Trent just sat there as the glaring Leshawna grabbed his shirt collar and yanked it off him- right there.
"Been want'n to do that for weeks!" Leshawna howled, holding up the now damp boy's shirt. The hefty gal just staring down at the half naked boy on her bed. She pointed at his face. "Pretty boy looks. Rock abs. Everybody's best friend niceness. Got the only good drugs around. You not only take care of the girl first- you're actually good at it? How in the living hell has no one done this with you before?"
The hefty gal hummed as she drank in the sight.
Here's the thing about Trent… He really was everything Leshawna said he was. Even battered and bruised. Trent's body was a well tanned twink. Well defined abs, just under a six pack. His muscles were tight and lithe. Downright pantherine. Especially around his arms, thanks to his time as a musician. A long chin and sharp cheekbones with scruffy dark hair. All with glowing mint green eyes and a pop-star's smile.
Yeah.
Trent didn't hear any of that. He finally got a good look at the muscle of his team.
Here's the thing about Leshawna. She was a heavier gal. As everyone has picked up by now. But now- at this moment, she was standing in front of him clad in an impish grin- and nothing else.
Boobs. Large, earth colored boobs. Staring eye level at the sitting musician.
A healthy padded feminine stomach. Thighs that could crush a watermelon. Legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her thick, ebony hair was loose and rolled down her shoulders. Leshawna looked like some Greek love goddess come to life.
Trent's jaw hit the floor.
"Finally speechless, huh?" Leshawna snorted, kicking her discarded swimsuit away. Pointing at her chest. Her breasts exposed in all their glory. They bounced slightly as gravity weighed on them, but kept their sublime teardrop shape in spite of their incredible size. To Trent's surprise, each had a few freckles running across the top. They were pretty cute- in the same way that the dark brown of her large, round areolas and surprisingly delicate nipples were undeniably sexy. "So, you can be like a regular guy. Good to know."
"Wh-What?" Trent stuttered, his eyes still hard on her chest- but still listening.
"Trent, you're so attractive- it hurts." Leshawna shrugged, her tits jiggling. "I know its weird hearing that from the girl to the guy, but its true."
"D-Did not know that." Trent shook his head, refusing to blink. "I'm not gonna say I'm ugly, but… really?"
"Trent, come on." Leshawna eyed him. "Pretty much every girl here, and a couple of the guys- Owen, would say yes if you ask'd'em out. No one's asked you because… shit man. You're so hot its like repellent."
"Sooo, you say'n I should shave my head and pack on some pounds?" Trent laughed, awkwardly. He didn't know how else to respond.
"I'm say'n; lose your pants." Leshawna snorted, tossing Trent's shirt on his face. Trent snorted back. Yanking off the shirt and his pants with each hand. Leaving the musician in just his socks and boxers. She pointed down. "Got quite the tent there."
"You've got quite the…Holy crap." Trent said, gaping her chest.
Leshawna smiled smug smugger as she strutted back to the musician. Thinking fast, Trent shucked off his boxers as the hefty naked gal sat back down on his lap- facing him this time. She plopped down on him. Her thick thighs laying outside his legs, pinning him there. Her center pressed up against his hardness. Her huge tits resting on his chest. There was no pressure, and they still bulged out like mountains. Trent's eyes were glued on her bouncing, jiggling chest the whole time.
And yes. The mattress did creak and curl up into a bowl shape around them again.
"You were right ya know." Leshawna said, a quick kiss on Trent's nose. He blushed, looking at her face. She shrugged. "I was cheated. I am kinda mad. I was look'n for a good excuse. Just didn't know it til you said it."
"Soooo..." Trent asked, sliding his hands around her- grabbing Leshawna's huge rump. It did not fit in his hands. "What happens now?"
"We fuck." Leshawna answered- she kissed Trent. Full on the lips this time. She tasted like cinnamon and strong coffee. "Don't tell Gwen."
"I'm not tell'n anybody!"
They both laughed- a quick jolt and a drop. The musician was in the hefty gal. Trent's eyes almost popped out of his head as his e*** was forced deep into her velvety smooth insides in a single movement. God it was hot. Every inch of his length was tightly squeezed by her hefty flesh, viscous fluid filling every inch of space in between.
"F***, I needed that." Leshawna groaned gutturally, arching her back as she ran a hand down her side. "Your fat pretty boy c*** inside me."
Trent was right there with her. The guy could feel every contraction, tremor, and twitch as her insides gripped him like a glove. Her scalding hot insides rippling and milking him like a starving animal. From the rock hard base to the sensitive tip, Trent could feel her hot juices dripping out of her, onto him, and... did they have to pay a security deposit?
"*Months!*." Leshawna spat. Pure, haunting, *need* in her voice as she began to rise off him. "Months. Wait'n... Worth it"
Trent wanted to say something, anything. But his breath was pushed out of his lungs as the gal twice his size slammed down on him. The muscle of the team- hell, the muscle of the whole show, kept a slow and heavy pace as she writhed on top of him. Her massive b*** bounced with every bump. Trent couldn't help it. he didn't want to help it. He reached out and grab'em. Leshawna panted, happily as Trent pushed forward so that the brown flesh bulged between his fingers.
"How the drug's do'n?" Leshawna asked, bouncing faster now. "Wear'n off yet, or ya wanna take a few more? Last longer."
"Hell no!" Trent growled, he was done wait'n. The musician, with all the strength in his broken body, jolted his hips up. The hefty gal was bumped up. Even getting some air. Landing hard and deep. Trent slammed on his back with the surprised Leshawna laying on his chest. The hefty gal's body was flexing- twitching, right there. Trent kissed her.
Leshawna clearly wanted to let it happen, enjoy it. But she forced herself out of her climax.
"Good fuck'n. Pretty boy. Surprise dick." Leshawna grumbled under her breath. Angry in the happiest possible way, sweat droplets forming on her pretty dark skin- she smiled and renewed her pace. Oh sure, Trent wanted to do more than fondling her chest, but her size, position, and him still being broken-it was all he could do to keep his hips from turning to dust as the hot and heavy gal rode him like a prize bull.
Yeah.
Time pretty much flew out the window right there. It was just the two of them on that bed and the rumbling of their rabid, chemical driven mating echoing off the walls. It only got more intense as Leshawna leaned down to kiss him. Powerful arms, stronger than Trent's own, grabbing his wrists again and pinning them above his head. Her breasts ballooned against his chest. Her sweat slick body pressed against his own. Her tongue battled against his own. All while her insides slid against his hardness as she buried him inside her to the base- over and over as she pushed them both closer and closer to the edge. Pure lightning shooting up both their spines with each go.
Trent could feel his orgasm 'cumming'- ha. Like a tidal wave ready to crash into the beach.
"Grah." Trent grumbled, pushing up into her. "I'm a-almost there."
"Y-Yeah. M-Me too." Leshawna grumbled back.
In the end it was his that set off her own. His hardness spasmed and lurched, firing jets of his white gold deep into her depths. The sensation was too much for Leshawna. As the hot cum splashed into her most intimate places, her insides tensed and seized, spasming around the invading organ as a massive orgasm shot through her and up her spine. The hefty gal's back arched, her breasts upthrust into the air, a howl of lust and desire. The two remained locked in place, frozen as their nerves locked them in place as thick jets of DNA lanced into her.
Neither knew how long they stayed like that. A hundred years or a hundred seconds. Before they knew it, it was over. Leshawna flopping down on top of the musician with a gasp. The sheer heat of her hefty body sizzling on his thin one. Trent groaned. The poor, lucky, guy didn't even have the strength to slide out of her. A panting mess under the hefty gal, just trying to breath. The drugs and chemicals wearing off. The pain was coming back.
"Hey, Lash. Can you get up. A little hard to brea- Leshawna?" Trent tilted his head up. The naked, hefty girl was fast asleep. Her fuzzy, sweaty hair slunk off to the side as her head lay on his chest. Snoring away, gently. The musician tried to pull himself free- he failed. Trent just didn't have the strength, or the lung capacity, as Leshawna's sheer weight was crushing him. "I-I'm gonna die here..."
Trent looked at Leshawna's huge breasts ballooning between him and her.
"Yes!"