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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 6, 2021 12:51:11 GMT
"God, Emma, no! That's disgusting!" Jean shot back as she finished off the last of her second slice.
Emma was quiet for a few seconds before angrily lighting into the fat redhead. "Have you forgotten who pays your bills, Jean?! If I say touch yourself with a blue cheese covered finger, you do it!"
Jean ground her teeth together and considered the option of just hanging up the phone. But she knew if she did that, Emma's threat would become real. And it was starting to get cold outside...she'd have to pay the heating bill soon...
It honestly never occurred to Jean to just tell Emma she was doing it when she wasn't actually. Jean, no matter what reality she was in, was never very bright.
She dunked two sausage fingers into the cup of dressing and used her free hand to tug off her too-tight pajama shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear so it was quick and easy access to her fattened pubic mound.
"Rub that greasy finger! Rub! Rub!" Emma demanded. Her breathing was becoming erratic. Jean could tell her client was getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Jean herself was getting painfully close. The blue cheese was a surprisingly good lubricant for her already gushing pussy. Add to that the fact that Jean was never more turned on than when she was shoving food into her mouth and you got one very horny middle aged woman!
- Jean and Emma come at the same time - Jean gets one step closer to getting back to her home reality - Jean starts to forget about her "past life"
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 6, 2021 15:12:32 GMT
Starts to forget
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Post by Kappa on Dec 7, 2021 5:03:59 GMT
Those messy fingers were doing something to Jean's head. As pleasure dominated her senses, memories of her previous existence grew dimmer and dimmer. A mother of 3, a stripper, a pear shaped woman with a love for menthol cigarettes. These were the things that made sense to Jean. Her life. Nothing more.
The bean flicked, flicked good, a strange connection with Emma as if the middle aged blonde was literally in the same room as her body gushed with creamy delight, Jean's warped toes curl as best they could. Emma moaning in the background.
"God, I wish I could see your filthy pussy." Emma bulks.
"Yeah... me too." Jean sighs. It was weird how her only romantic relationship in the past eight years was business related. It made Jean feel trashy. The reality was simple, Jean didn't have a lot of clients these days. Emma, her regular, was usually the only customer at Xavier's that'd ever request the worn out mom on the pole. And that made Jean feel old. And fat. And frumpy.
"I was thinking..." Jean bites her lower lip.
-"Maybe you should come out of the closet?" -"Would you like to come to my daughter's baby shower?" -"... Could I maybe get a job at your school?"
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 7, 2021 6:08:19 GMT
Baby shower
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Post by Kappa on Dec 8, 2021 6:11:15 GMT
"... Are-are you asking me out outside of work?" Emma gets flustered. That's never happened before. Jean did her best, in her own way, to keep Emma out of her personal life.
... Even if phone sex after work has been on the table for years. Emma has never been at Jean's apartment, Emma has never formally met her kids... even though Jean's kids went to the private school ran by her husband! This is the first time Emma has ever done anything with Jean that didn't involve sex!m
"... Yes." Jean starts to cough a hacky smoker's cough.
'Drink some water." Emma demands as Jean continues to cough.
"I'm fine." Jean wheezes, her eyes teary from her little fit. "Anyways... uh... do you want to come to my daughter's baby shower?" Jean repeats herself.
Emma...
-Accepts. She just can't pass this up! -Rejects the offer. What if Scott finds out?! -suggestion.
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 8, 2021 16:22:07 GMT
Accepts!
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Post by Kappa on Dec 8, 2021 17:07:49 GMT
"Are you throwing it?" Emma inquires.
"Yes." Jean responds, her throat still stiff from her coughing fit. Cigarettes at this point in her life have definitely taken a toll on her body. There isn't enough teeth whitener in the world to mask how naturally yellow they've become!
"Is it catered?" Emma questions.
"A friend of mine owns a taco cart." Jean explains. "I'm also ordering pizza."
Emma scoffs.
"You're going to be a grandmother and the best you can come up with is a taco cart and pizza?!" Emma tuts. "No, that simply won't do, Jeanie! No."
Jean sighs. Emma is often like this. Judgmental and condescending. Weirdly enough, she does tend to mean well... in her own way.
"I'll make lasagna." Emma insists. "And Chicken Alfredo. OH, and my grandmother's Spaghetti Carbonara!"
Jean wanted to argue... but as her belly grumbles and her memory takes her back to all the pasta Emma's forced her devour... HOW COULD SHE SAY NO?!
"Thanks." Jean responds coldly.
"Still get those tacos and pizza." Emma demands. "You know I simply adore watching you eat."
Jean laughs. Why did she do this?! This was gonna be a train wreck!
-Esme tells Scott about Emma's affairs -Skip to the baby shower -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 8, 2021 17:16:19 GMT
Scott questions why Emma is preparing so much food
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 8, 2021 23:40:06 GMT
The kitchen was abuzz with a surprising amount of energy as Emma Summers wiggled her fat butt from stove to sink and back again. She loved cooking -- especially when she knew the end result was going to go in between Jean's plump lips!
"Hey, honey. What's all this?"
Emma turned and saw her husband standing at the doorway. She frowned and turned her attention back to the pasta.
"PTA meeting."
Scott adjusted his glasses as she walked forward. Emma felt his arms come around her back and grimaced. She wondered if Scott ever really excited her...surely not even close to the way Jean did!
"I thought last week's meeting was the final one this year?" Scott said lightly.
Emma turned and gave her husband a stern look. "Well...it's not, okay? Why does it matter, Scott?"
"No need to get so upset," Scott shot back. "I just like to know what my wife is up to on a Saturday. I don't see you that often during the week --"
"You work all the time!" Emma shouted. She rubbed her temple with a sausage finger and frowned. "Please...just let me finish this, okay?"
Scott... - Turns and leaves - Says he wants a divorce - Presses Emma more -- he knows she's lying
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 8, 2021 23:49:56 GMT
Wants a divorce (My suggestion is he's been having an affair with a younger secretary or something, but that's just a personal thought)
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Post by Kappa on Dec 9, 2021 5:17:33 GMT
"You know what, I'm tired of this." Scott scowls. "I am so tired of your attitude, Emma."
Emma rolls her eyes, her big, spongey arms stirring a bowl of creamy white sauce.
"Can we not do this when the kids are awake?"
"Well, when exactly do we have the time for this, huh?!" Scott gets loud. "Jesus Christ, Emma, you're barely in the house! You think I don't know that?!"
"Scott--"
"We haven't had sex in 8 months." Scott interrupts his wife. At this point, Emma quits cooking and stares at her balding husband. Birthdays and Christmas. That's only time Emma ever gives Scott her big, pudgy body a good hug. His birthday, unfortunately, two days after Christmas!
"Scott--"
"Do you have any idea how many times I've cheated on you in our own bed?! How many women I've fucked?!" Scott asks sincerely. "It's not even like I hid it from you! Have you not noticed the lips on my pillow? On your pillow?! The bras that are clearly not your size?! I have no idea what you're doing, I don't know who this guy is, Emma, but I'm so done with this bullshit!"
Scott stomps off in a huff.
"Scott--"
"And I want a paternity test, you god damned slut!" Scott screams from the staircase. "Like hell Sophie is mine!"
Jokes on him, Emma's infidelity is impossible to cause that kinda situation!
-Emma shows up to Jean's apartment with trays of food in fancy containers -Jean has to have a weekly review with her new hire. Lollipop. -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 9, 2021 10:12:34 GMT
Esme overheard her dad was cheating on her mom too
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Post by Kappa on Dec 11, 2021 5:37:05 GMT
"... I'm not going to lie, I didn't think any of that..." Esme looks flustered as her mother continues to stir her sauce, her face indifferent, humming softly, strangely calm when considering her marriage just ended.
"... Are you okay, mom?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Emma questions. "Now, how about you help your mother with this pasta? I have a whole party to feed!" Emma smiles, her mind including one plump redhead with a hello Kitty tattoo ok her left butt cheek!
Esme's eyes batt nervously. The world isn't so black and white. Both her parents suck. And who sucks the worse? Well, that's subjective.
Literally, Emma. That woman loves to suckle on Jean's big pepperoni nipples!
*** "Lolly, you're a great employee..." Jean says kindly to her new hire. A 19 year old stripper, barely five feet in height, a small, petite young kitten with purple dyed hair down to her slender shoulders.
She was cute, with breasts and a bubble butt to match. Her nose buttoned and prone to wiggle. Her cheeks like chipmunks. Her lips plump, her eyes a sparking green. Lollipop loved glitter, candy, and J-pop. But, most importantly, Lolly loved dick, pussy, and, most of all...
"But you have to stop calling me Mommy!" Jean begs. "It's weird."
Lolly pouts.
"But, you're like totes my mommy and junk!"
Jean sighs.
"I have three kids already. And two grandkids on the way. I mean, sure, I guess you can think of me as your work mom but..."
Jean holds a file up, shaking her head.
"I'm not your emergency contact and your name is not Lollypop Grey."
"It's my stage name."
"Lolly!" Jean starts to cough. "You." Jean coughs louder, hacking.
Quickly, Lolly jolts up and gives the redhead a tap on the back.
"I'm fine."
"Want some water, mommy?"
"No."
"Want a feel better kiss, mommy?"
Jean starts to squirm.
"Stop calling me that!" Jean demands. She regrets that as soon as she notices a teary eyed Lollypop sniffing.
"Look, I'm having a baby shower for my daughter this weekend. Are you free Saturday?"
Without warning, Lolly wraps her slender arms around the pear shaped redhead, giving her a big kiss on the cheek.
"Can she call me Aunty Lolly?!"
Jean frowns. Why does she attract the craziest of women?!
-Skip to the baby shower -Jean unwinds at the bar -suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 11, 2021 6:16:27 GMT
Unwind at the bar, but with flashes of remembering her old life coming in and out as she looks at her staff
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Post by Kappa on Dec 12, 2021 4:05:55 GMT
Jean sits her big, fat ass on a bar stool, the metal creaking from the weight of her rear, with a glass of tonic in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. The generic sounds of stripper music in the background.
A bass irritating Jean's tinnitus.
"God, I hate these speakers." Jean groans, taking a puff of her tobacco right after a big, satisfying gulp of liquor.
With Emma not around, Jean's job has been mostly paperwork and cleaning. It's been days since she did anything remotely sexual on the clock!
"Sure you wanna drink on a the job, boss?" A familiar voice asks to Jean's left. Jean turns her head to see a six foot tall African American, 250 pounds of muscle, dressed in a white tank top with cut off blue jeans, black biker boots, intimidating piercings from brow to brow, and spiked white Mohawk.
Jean's green eyes batt with confusion.
"... Storm?"
Ororo laughs.
"Been awhile since I used my stage name." Ororo tops off Jean's drink. "Man, I think Rachel was still in middle school?"
Jean takes a deep breath, finding it difficult to get her senses in check. Was Storm always like this? Was Jean always like this? As Jean watches the Amazon clean a mug, she can't help thinking she forgot something important. Something very important!
-Jean calms down while chatting with Ororo -Jean gets annoyed as Lollypop tries to get her attention on stage -suggestion
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