Her curves weren’t a problem, not really. Being a big girl certainly had its perks. Two of which sat on her chest. At a size 44E she had massive breasts, something Jack had also loved. It was as far as she let it go when they were together. He would spend hours playing with them, rubbing his fingers over the fat puffy nipples until they were rock hard and standing tall. He loved that she reacted to him like that.
What he didn’t love was waiting, and she had made him anyway. Some part of her felt responsible, at least a little. They had been together a year, and he had shown some genuine interest in her for a long time. He, like all of her boyfriends in the past, had also been a big person, it was a place she was comfortable. The idea of being with someone smaller than her simply too intimidated to think about, and she had always avoided it.
He’d said all of the right things, had gone as far as to be there for her through more than a few setbacks over the last year. He said he understood that she was a virgin and wouldn’t push, but when she’d come home and found some skinny girl in their bed, grinding down on him like there was no tomorrow, she knew he wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Some part of her knew wanted to yell or scream. The other part of her, the part that took over, simply waited and watched until finally one of them realized she was standing in the doorway. They both had the decency to look guilty. Something that hurts even more. Some tiny part of her brain wanted the girl to have been clueless about her existence, but the red faced inability to meet her eyes gave way to the truth, she was just some nasty homewrecker.
They scurried, both of them. Part of her was surprised at his choice in women. Skinny and tall with no breasts at all, unless you count nipples only as breasts. She was the total and complete opposite of who Lila was. As the skinny one grabbed her things to run out of the apartment Lila, folded her arms and simply waited. Somehow she had expected him to panic or look a little more distraught than he actually did. Instead, he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up with him and walked towards her, a sad look on his face.
“We are done Lila; I just need more.” He shrugged with slight indifference.
“Apparently Jack.” I still held my ground, waiting for him to say or do anything else. Instead. He headed for the front door.
“I’ll come get my stuff later.”
She waited a good long while, long enough to make sure there was no chance of him coming back up, or walking back in before she let herself lock the door and cry. She had loved him, given him everything she had, but her virginity and it just hadn’t been enough for him. She was starting to think holding on to it wasn’t worth it after all, but then how would she know what an ass he really was?
Time went slowly as she helped pack his things, tossing them methodically out into the stairwell for him to pick up eventually. She called a girlfriend to come over and together they changed the locks on the doors, apparently something that is a standard course of action. The days that followed only made things seem even more bleak. She applied for every Administrative Assistant position she could find, but nothing seemed to be working out right for her. That being said, at some point Jack had come to get his things without saying a word and he slipped out of her life for good.
Friday came, and with it came opportunity. As she started out her day, her phone came to life and on it was an operator asking her to come in for an interview. Excited that something was finally going right, she got up early, squeezing into her best interview outfit and set off for the address she had been given.
The building was tall and full, but the storefront was quaint and appealing to the eye, and customers on the street. As she pulled the doors open to the storefront, she had to wonder if she would fit in here at all.
As she moved into the darker interior she was struck with the enormity of the actual storefront and everything they had inside. The best way to describe it was a high scale jewelry store, with every imaginable diamond and stone anyone could ever want. Moving around the counter, she smoothed down the front of her dress once more, thinking of how she looked, and how badly she needed this job.
“You must be Miss Winston.” He came around the corner, and she felt her eyes drawn to him immediately.
There was something dark about him, mysterious, almost that made her feel like she was being drawn into him. He was at least 6 ft tall and his black hair was short. His half smile was full of charm and life as he held out his hand for her to shake. She did so, swallowing hard.
“Yes, please Lila.” She did her best to seem relaxed but just the contact form his hand was like someone had burned her. He paused a moment, looking at her strangely before he spoke again.