This choice: She’s an exotic dancer, the headliner of a very popular club in fact. • Go Back... Fresh out of the shower and with another large meal weighing heavy in her stomach, Vanessa stepped out into the fading afternoon light. As with every day since she moved here, she breathed deep tasting the moist and salty air. The pounding of the surf across the beach filled her ears. Plenty of other women were enjoying the lingering rays of the sun and the beautiful weather. Some lay out on the sand, their bellies rising above like a mountain range. Others were frolicking in the water, their bodies glistening. It was a familiar sight to Vanessa. She even recognized more than a few of the faces…as well as the bodies.
She turned to walk to her car, a pleasant sigh escaping her lips. Vanessa never dreamed she could afford a place like this. Even more impossible was her job. Showing herself off as she did night after night, it was absurd to think her life had changed so much. But then again, the whole world had changed so much as well.
With a start, the ballooned woman realized that she had been staring at a woman  across the way. Well tanned skin was on display s she flaunted every curve in that bikini. Smaller than average, Vanessa figured the other was carrying perhaps a single daughter. The woman seemed somewhat out of place with the others that crowded closer as Vanessa watched. Her friends most likely, Vanessa guessed judging from their apparent familiarity. The others didn’t look to bear any less than three each, and all possessed better defined muscles than the object of Vanessa’s attention.
Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat as the other woman glanced her way. Vanessa snapped her eyes away, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. Had the other seen her staring, Vanessa didn’t know. She fumbled her keys as her hands trembled. At last the door opened and she peeked up again. The woman and her friends had moved off, their feet slipping through the warm sand. AS if on cue, the woman glanced back at Vanessa for a moment. Vanessa thought she was mistaken, but swore that she saw a hint of curl at the edge of the other woman’s lips in that moment.
Slumping into the car seat, Vanessa tried o get her breathing under control. Her unborn daughters squirmed under the taut surface of her gut, sensing their mother’s excitement. It took several minutes of stroking the engorged mass and whispering soothing noises before the frantic motions died down enough for her to think of anything else. By that time, Vanessa saw no sigh of the other woman in the throngs of people on the beach. Vanessa was almost able to put the other from her mind as she pulled the car out into the traffic.
A short drive later and Vanessa heaved herself out of her car behind Curves. A lesbian bar before the changes, the owner decided o capitalize on the shifted market and did some remodeling. In addition to the bar and seating, it now sported three separate stages for performances of a racy nature along with private backrooms.
The music from inside pulsed in her ears as Vanessa waddled through the backdoor. As her eyes adjusted to the muted lighting, she saw that the staff area bustled with activity. Performers in various states of undress went about their preparations. More than a few eyes turned her way upon entering, and most of those possessed a hungry or lusty gleam. Vanessa reveled in the attention and felt invigorated. She called for one of the assisting girls before ducking through a side door.
While most of the performers used a communal dressing room, as the headline ct, Vanessa was afforded a private room. There she settled into the chair, the unfortunate piece of furniture groaned under the load. Her usual snack of a triple stacked burger with a side of fries was kept warm as requested. She was halfway through the fatty mass when a knock and a voice came at the door. The pretty blonde that slipped inside was one of Vanessa’s regular helpers. Even still, her eyes went wide at seeing Vanessa’s bulk.
“I swear, you get even bigger every time I see you, Ms Walker,” she said with a hint of her native drawl.
Vanessa sighed, no matter how many times she told Cindy to call her by her first name, the blonde always defaulted to calling her Ms Walker instead.
“What can I say, Cindy, these little girls like making me eat,” Vanessa said reaching down to stroke her belly again. She got several kicks in response that made her bite her lip.
“And it shows so wonderfully at that,” Cindy said with a smile. “But I know you’re a busy woman, so did you have a preference on costume tonight?”
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