BBW on Fire - Complete (5 page)

“Cinch? Excuse me?” Nikki squeaked. What did he mean by that? Was he into leather straps and bondage stuff? Cause hell no was anyone tying her ass down. Uh uh, that shit does not fly for her.  If that works for some people, goody for them, but no one takes away her ability to get the hell out of a situation she doesn’t like.

“You would look stunning in a corset. Do you like wearing them?” Chase asked leaning in closer to her.

“Can’t say I have an honest opinion about them one way or another. I think the only time I’ve worn one was a few years ago at Halloween. I was a slutty barmaid,” Nikki said laughing.  “I remember it didn’t fit well and almost had me suffocating on account of my breasts being stuffed up under my chin.”

Chase broke out in a hearty laugh, throwing his head back.  “I can just imagine that,” he said still chuckling.

“Oh I bet you can,” Nikki smirked.  “So do you just pick up random chicks in bars and take them to your hidden dungeon and dress them up like German beer maids?”

“No, nothing like that.  I’m more of a collector actually. I collect medieval apparel.  I volunteer with the local high school during the renaissance fair every year.  I’ve been mentoring them on swordplay, jousting, and such.  Their teacher was one of my favorites in high school and I’ve kept in touch.  But when I come across a particularly stunning corset, I can’t help but pick it up and hope someday to have the perfect partner to make use of my collection,” he said with a hint of rumble to his voice.

Nikki’s lady bits were starting to tingle.  Her mind was jumping to an image of this hot man running his big hands around her body, lashing her into a corset he picked out.  Wow, that wasn’t a bad daydream.  She was also pushing back the slight hint of panic at his mention of his
collection
.  Too many bad horror movies with the girls to not think of creepers and psychopaths.  This man didn’t seem the serial killer type, not that there was a type.  But Nikki usually trusted her instincts and they were telling her she could trust Chase.

“Well are you saying you have big plans for tonight?”she asked.

“That all depends on you beautiful. Did you have plans this evening? Somewhere else you need to be?” Chase inquired.

She really didn’t have any plans but wasn’t sure if she should pretend to make her life look a little less pathetic.  That whole idea of a guy wanting something that he thinks he can’t have.

“I was just planning on hanging out with my friends tonight.  Although, my friend Chloe has already abandoned us for one of your hot brethren. I have a feeling we won’t see each other later,” Nikki scoffed.

“Who is she talking to?” Chase asked concerned.

“That guy Rafe, I think his name was,” she replied.

“Oh, she’s all good then. Rafe is a great guy and will take good care of her,” Chase assured.

“Should I be taking your word for it then? A stranger I just met at a bar that took off his clothes and shook his junk for a bunch of screaming Barbie dolls?” Nikki mocked.

“First, I’m not a stranger, you know my name and where I work. Second, I took my clothes off for charity, there is only one better reason to get naked and third, Barbie dolls are not my thing,” Chase said grinning.

“Really? Not the plastic vapid doll type?” Nikki asked. She really hoped he wasn’t into those girls.  Not that they didn’t deserve hot men in their lives too, she just wanted this hot man for herself.

“Nope, I need a real woman thanks.  Can’t take those airhead types.  I like a little fire in my ladies and a whole lot of booty for the bouncing,” Chase obviously said, attempting to rile her up.

“What the hell!? Did you just say booty for bouncing? Who says that? Who says that to someone they just met? Dude, you are straight up too much punch for me,” Nikki declared shaking her head at the audacity of this stud muffin.

“Oh I bet you can handle it though. I won’t play you; I’m being straight up. I like you, I’d love to take you home and spend the evening worshiping every sexy inch of your body,” he said with a wink. “Beautiful, I will treat you right and make sure you get home safe and sound whenever you want.”

At this point Izzy, who had been sitting watching the play by play this whole time, finally spoke up.

“It’s ok if you want to go Nikki, I’ll just head home when you leave,” Izzy whispered.

Nikki looked over at Izzy with a frustrated sigh, “I’m not leaving you Izzy, even for Mr. January here.”

“Hey I’m shooting for June, thank you very much, I’m that hot,” Chase said winking at Izzy.

“Really guys, I can head home anytime. I do know how to catch a cab you know,” Izzy tried to reassure them.

At that moment, Chloe who had been chatting up Rafe behind the bar area came up to tell them she was leaving with Rafe.  Nikki could see her friend was excited to extend her evening with Rafe and also looking for approval from her girlfriends.  She could see the way Rafe was watching Chloe that this man was totally into her and couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Nikki gave her complete approval to Chloe, who looked more than a little shocked at her quick thumbs-up in regards to the man she’d just met, but Rafe was good. Chase seemed to approve and for some reason Nikki felt she could trust Chase.  Still she took a picture of Rafe’s ID with her cell phone just in case, but she really wasn’t worried.

“Have a good time sweetie, we will be fine here,” Nikki told her giving her a wink.

Looking a little shocked, Chloe was tugged away by Rafe who also gave Nikki a wink as he exited with Chloe.

“So it looks like your friend Chloe is settled for the evening. Are you going to make my dreams come true and give me the pleasure of your company for the evening?” Chase said to her leaning into her ear to whisper huskily. Damn men who knew that trick, that hot tickle of air across a woman’s neck turned smart girls to mush.

“I’m not leaving Izzy,” Nikki hissed back.

“So you aren’t saying no. Just that you have friendship obligations?” Chase smiled wickedly.

“Grrr…” was all Nikki could reply.

“Well, I have it on the strictest confidence that your friend Izzy might not be leaving alone tonight,” Chase whispered quietly into her ear.

Nikki looked at him questioningly. What was this, some kind of conspiracy to pick up all the BBW’s tonight?  Maybe these firefighters had some kind of bet going.  A chubby check-off list or something as equally horrible.  That would certainly ruin her evening if that was true. No one messed with her friends, unless of course they wanted to be separated from their manhood in a violent manner.

“What, did you guys set up some kind of bet to ask out the fluffy girls tonight?” Nikki asked angrily.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Chase shot back.

Clearly Nikki said the wrong thing because he was seriously pissed off.  His face had turned red and his eyes were flashing.

“Well what am I supposed to think? I don’t see any other guys jumping off the stage and carrying off the model wannabe’s for a night on the town. And I don’t care about myself, but if your buddies hurt my friends, so help me, I will hunt you down one by one and you will all be singing soprano,” Nikki said trying to sound tough, but inside she had the sinking feeling she just falsely accused the very sexy, very nice man that was, or at least before she opened her big mouth, interested in her.

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time Nikki, first off I don’t make bets when it comes to women. Only a jackass would do something like that. Second I wouldn’t let your friend go off with Rafe if I wasn’t 100% sure he would treat her right. Nor would I give you the head’s up that another one of my brothers has already scoped out your friend Izzy and is practically drooling backstage waiting to talk to her. Third, since you clearly have been hurt in the past and don’t have a lot of trust in men, I will explain myself to you this time.

I came to talk to you because as I have said, those twig bitches as you call them do nothing for me. Apparently, I like smart mouthed, insulting goddesses that will obviously need tons of convincing that she is sexy and worth the attention of any man. So if you don’t mind reeling back the accusations and insults we can continue on with our evening,” Chase finished, leaning back into his chair.

Well now, that was a clear and concise speech.  Nikki had to admit she was the most defensive person she knew.  Her shields had been built years ago and it was going to take a strong man to knock them down.  She wondered if this could be the man.  Did things like that happen? Did real lasting relationships spawn out of meeting someone randomly at a bar? Her pessimism would say definitely not, but that little spark of hope inside her was screaming at her to take a chance.

“Alright Sparky, I can see you believe the words that are coming out of your mouth, so I am going to take a chance and drop my shields for a bit. But believe me I’m still armed,” Nikki warned.

“I can handle whatever you have to throw at me beautiful,” Chase smiled back, “would you like to dance?” The MC had called a small intermission and the jukebox in the corner was playing a slow song.

“Sure, I guess, Izzy do you mind?” Nikki didn’t want to abandon her friend even for a minute.

“I’m cool sweetie,” Izzy gave her a slight smile.

Chase stood and offered his hand to Nikki, which she accepted, hopping off of her stool.

Chase walked her to the small open space in between the tables.  She felt his hand wrap around her waist and expected his other hand to reach toward hers for the traditional dancing position. Instead his other hand started at the front of her belly and curved slowly around her waist to her back, pulling her closer into him. They were hard stone chest to soft fleshy mounds, pushed together, rubbing gently back and forth.  Chase moved his hand from her back to the curve of her waist and Nikki felt his fingers flair and spread attempting to reach around her circumference.

“Soo close beautiful, your waist is so tiny and perfect,” Chase growled leaning close to her ear.  “I like your shirt, these soft laces draw a man’s eye right to your curves. Makes me want to tug on them and see if they move you. That’s one of the amazing things about corsets, they let you pull and tug and shape an already beautiful body into a work of art.”

Nikki could feel the hot breath against the arch of her ear and down her sensitive neck.

“I want to kiss and lick every inch of that waist. I want to bite along the top of that plump ass.  I want to nibble my way across that curvy belly. All before I cinch you tight into a red satin corset I bought over a year ago. It has black leather piping and lace trim, so pretty, I think it would look stunning on you,” Chase rumbled.

“Then what?” Nikki asked in a whisper, having lost the ability to keep her eyes open the moment his hot breath touched her neck.  She was envisioning this corset and this man, and she was having a serious moment.

“Oh darling, once I get you dressed up, I want to bend you over and eat your pussy until you are screaming with pleasure. Once you have come two or three times and you are like putty in my hands, I will fuck you senseless. I’ll use your tiny waist to pull you onto my cock until you come screaming my name,” Chase promised into her ear.

A long shudder ran down Nikki’s body. Yup, another mini-orgasm thanks to Mr. Sparky.

“What do you think Nikki? Is that something you would like to do tonight? Would you like to get to know me better?” Chase asked as he started massaging the curve of her hips with his hand, slowly rocking her into what, she now realized was, his rock hard erection.  A slow, gentle bounce that tapped her most sensitive spot each time. Nikki couldn’t help the low moan that came out of her as she let her head drop to his shoulder.

“Thatta girl, so responsive, your body wants me. It wants me to turn it inside out with pleasure. Are you going to give it what it wants beautiful?” Chase asked nuzzling down to her neck.  He gave a slow lick up her neck to just behind her ear, nipping there gently.

Nikki groaned, “Little angel or little devil? Who do I listen to tonight?” she said mostly to herself.

“Oh it’s definitely a little devil night, sweetness,” Chase said with a chuckle.

Yup he wasn’t wrong on that, Nikki thought.  She would jump this guy in the parking lot if it wasn’t for Izzy waiting at their table.

Sensing her conflict, Chase whispered, “Look.”

Turning her head, Nikki saw a man, a huge, muscled man in fact, leaning over and talking to a bright red, blushing Izzy.

“Who?” Nikki started.

“Don’t worry that is Elias, but we all call him Eli. Eli has a thing for big beautiful women. Trust me when I say he wouldn’t change your friend for the world. His exact words when he spotted her backstage were
, she’s an angel
.  We had to restrain him from rushing your table before you sat down.  Reminded him he had duties to the charity to perform,” Chase said with a laugh.

“Really? He’s an ok guy?” Nikki said with worry in her voice.  Izzy was too fragile to have an asshole damage that paper-thin ego Nikki and Chloe managed to instill in her.

“Trust me, your friend might be the one for Eli. I bet after they spend some time together your friend will say the same,” Chase said with confidence. 

Nikki hoped he was right, because her own selfish needs were having a mini-party, her obligation to Izzy was slowly being erased.