The BBQ Girl (Patreon)

This one something brainstormed up on the Pizza Thot discord. I think working on PT has opened up a huge interest lately in sex workers and waitresses that’ll fuck you. It’s definitely not a fetish, but damn is it an easy outlet to use as an excuse for people fucking. I’m just not always in the mood to write out a whole date or invent a new universe where everybody fucks.

Anyway, this was a simple premise mostly just about a new character. I’d like to see her stick around, but I just needed a simple excuse to write about a BBW (big beautiful women, aka curvy or chubby girls). Love em. I always went after people who stand out, hence my leanings towards goths and loud, showy wrestlers, but fat and muscle girls always caught my eye. On a strictly aesthetic level, there’s more to look at. More lines and curves inherently as their build isn’t the female cookie cutter I never really cared about. I was once told I look at ladies like an artist, and may or may not apply here.

Oh, and Barbie here is (on top of being a pun and a BBW), a gyaru. It’s a breed of ganguro, or those super tan girls you see in anime sometimes. The ones who dye their hair, put on insane amounts of makeup and tan themselves brown. It’s kind of their goth look mixed with cheerleaders; it’s the opposite of the generic Japanese female (black hair, fair skin) to stand out and make a statement. Or just look sexy and slutty. I dunno. I’m not one of them. I just think they're cute.

So yea! All that to say short story: chubby flirty gyaru waitress!

“Hey, Barbie. I’m going out for my lunch. You gonna be okay without me?”

“Of course! Barely anybody comes in here anyway this time of day!” Barbie popped her gum between her tongue and teeth. Her supervisor gave her a brief look of skepticism before she left the place to her and the cook. Dave was a big quiet guy who worked the kitchen and watched TV between orders, so the diner was more or less in Barbie’s hands. She had worked there a couple months, so she had a grasp enough of waiting tables and working the register to maintain the Easy Street Diner by herself.

Barbie Kyu was a girl who demanded attention, and she certainly got it between her looks and attitude. Not that she was unpleasant, but she was too loud and brightly colored to ignore. The chubby girl was half Asian, though it mostly showed in her eyes. She had picked up the gyaru look from some of her friends, so her once pale skin and dark hair were long gone. She’d grown her hair long and bleached it an almost orangey blonde, and some intense tanning had turned her skin a deep, golden brown. Some bright blue eyeliner and glittery, bubblegum pink lipstick combined with some heavy blush made her appearance even more shocking. She wore a bright purple top spotted with even more glitter, but it had looked so cute that she had to buy it despite being a size too small. Her equally tanned belly stuck out beneath it as a result, hanging over her snug-fitting pink and purple leggings. Her huge, hanging breasts pushed against the tight gray sweater. She leaned over the front desk, filing her alternating gold and red fingernails as she wasted her time checking her phone.

“Hey, are you guys open?” A young, brown-haired man in glasses stepped into the restaurant. Not the hunkiest guy she’d ever seen, but Barbie was always looking for ways to entertain herself. It was a big part of her attraction to the gyaru lifestyle; she was an absolute and shamelessly self-proclaimed attention whore.

“Oh totally! C’mon in, handsome!” she gushed as she squeezed out from behind her register. She stepped ahead of him and made sure she put a little extra shake to her hips. It sent her wide, plump booty bouncing enough that she could be positive he was staring. She set out a menu as he raised a hand to decline.

“Thanks, but just some coffee and a piece of apple pie.”

“Ooh, something sweet and something hot! You’ve got good tastes for a skinny boy.” Barbie winked and went to fetch his order from counter.

She returned quickly with the simple order, bending far enough over for her softly hanging boobs to rest on the table. “There you go. You got everything you need, sweetie?”

“I think so,” he answered, but she caught his gaze lingering over her tanned, chubby chest. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. In fact, I got nothin’ else to do. How about I help you with that?” Barbie suddenly squeezed her way into his booth, planting her cushy behind on the customer’s lap. She made sure to wiggle around to get comfortable, or more specifically to feel his hardening dick grind against her ass. She finally shifted to sit sideways in his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, taking his fork and scooping a piece of pie up to his face.

“You really don’t have to,” he muttered. “But if you insist.”

“Course I do! Now say ah, sweetie.” Barbie shifted her weight once more to wobble against him as he she slid the food into his mouth. He gulped it down as she beamed proudly. “How’d that taste?”

“Oh good,” the customer said with a smile. “I almost thought you were going to eat it for yourself.”

“Do I look like I don’t get enough to eat?” Barbie giggled. She was always comfortable with her curvy build, and the boys didn’t mind it either judging by how many she’d fooled around with in her free time. “Help yourself. Anything you want, you just grab it.”

Barbie grabbed one of her customer’s hands, forcefully guiding it up to one of her customer’s hands to her sweater-wrapped tits. Its soft and pillowy yield let his fingers dig right into the fluffy material and plump skin, getting him to hold onto it roughly with her assertive hand. She popped another bite of pie into his mouth, but her intense flirting paid off. He quickly swallowed his pie before she pulled her into an angle where he could kiss her full on the mouth. Barbie gave a shrill squeal of delight as she immediately opened her mouth, sucking his tongue in past her glossy lips and greedily kissing him back. She writhed eagerly in his lap and reached past her round hips, taking his slacks by the waistband and sliding them slowly down. She felt the warm tip of his dick rub against her rear beneath her skirt right before he unzipped his pants, freeing it to for her to play with to her heart’s lusty content.

She slid herself as close to him as she could. Her thick booty made it hard to get her back right against his chest, but she got far enough that she could fit his cock between her meaty thighs. The tan thighs caught his erection and repeatedly squeezed around it as she jiggled in place, bobbing her big, soft booty against her customer for a few seconds more.

“Oooh you’re a big guy, aren’t ya?” she chimed as she winked over her shoulder. “Cuz a big girl like me needs a big guy once in a while. Here. Sit still.”

Her customer seemed content to let her maintain control of the spontaneous moment. She turned and straddled his lap, bracing her knees against the seat as she pulled down her leggings. She balanced a hand precariously on the back of the booth’s seat as her other hand carefully picked her panties away from her wetly excited pussy.

With a greedy, fleshy slap, she dropped herself hips to hips with him. The customer split his hands up between groping her meaty tits and ass, pulling her even firmer against him as she started humping. Barbie gave a husky groan as she hugged her arms around his head, burying his face into her deep, warm cleavage. She felt him breathing heavier as her titflesh blocked his nose and mouth, but he was still plenty happy to be there.

“Ooh, that’s a good boy! Just keep it hard for me,” she panted softly in his ear. Her big breasts and belly kept jiggling against him in a steady fluid motion that mirrored her heated humping. She started pulling back more and more with each thrust, ramming him harder into her as his hands explored her various curves. He gave her ass a firm slap that sent her tanned booty jiggling, making her bit her lip and thrust even harder. She broke into a long and needy moan in his ear as the noisy plapping of her soft flesh colliding with him sounded again and again.

“Yes yes yesssss, baby! Just like that! Fuck that dirty pussy, you bad boy! Give it to me hardeRRRRR OHHH fuuuuck meeee~!”

Barbie felt her pussy tighten with excitement and grabbed blindly at the table. She grabbed her cellphone and brought it up behind her customer’s head just in time to snap a quick selfie of her orgasmic ahegao face. She had gotten really into making degrading faces when she came to make it feel more intense, and she posted a lot of them of her lewder social media profiles. Her eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out as the tanned Asian drooled shamelessly made for a great pic as she squirted all over the stranger’s cock. She quickly saved it to her phone as her jiggly hips kept ramming into him in the last throes of her orgasm.

“What was that?” he asked quietly from between her pinning tits.

“Oh don’t worry. You weren’t in it,” she chimed cheerily. “But I just came soooo big. I’m so sorry you didn’t get to finish,” she cooed as she stroked his face. “Come on. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Barbie was at least good on her promises. She was soon bent over naked in the lobby, her wide booty up as high as it could go as her customer plowed her ass from behind. She smiled dizzily as her chubby cheek and thick breasts squished out, flattened against the pane of glass between them and the register. The extra bit of pressure got her so hot, and the hint of voyeurism was great as the one-way window let her watch the occasional passing on the late-night streets. Her customer had his hands buried into her belly fat, using it as a juicy handle to pull himself harder and deeper into her asshole. He had already shot a load into her pussy, so the jiggling that came with every thrust made it squish around inside her in a way that made her whole body tingle. Her mouth started to drop open, gaping again as she drooled against the glass at the slutty display of her body at her own job. She was rubbing her own pussy, stimulating herself on both ends. She had always loved the feeling of rubbing her lover’s cum against her clit. She’d assured him that the front window was one see-through on their end, so she could see anyone coming in time to rush to the bathroom.

“Come on, baby!” she pleaded. “Fill that fucking ass up nice with a big cummy tip for your slutty waitress! Blast that ass, baby! Pound me against the fucking glass like your chubby little whore, you… hey, what was your name again?”

“Doesn’t matter.” A third, familiar voice interrupted them. They came to a stop as Barbie looked slightly higher into the glass, seeing the reflection of her supervisor behind them. She might have forgotten about the back door…

“So um… this was her idea,” the customer muttered quickly.

“Just get out,” the weary twenty-something woman sighed. The man nodded but Barbie reached behind her to catch him by the wrist, keeping him stuck inside her juicy ass.

“Well can he finish first?” Barbie asked sweetly. “I mean as long as we’re here…”

“Out,” she repeated, even curter than before.

“Then just long enough for me to clean the glass?” Barbie offered.

“You realize you’re fired, right, Barb? This is not that kind of restaurant.”

“Yea, I figured. But someone’s gotta clean that glass, and I’m already bent over…”

“I’m calling the cops.”

That threat was finally enough to let Barbie release her customer’s cock. She gathered her outfit and quickly pulled herself together and went back out the employee entrance. She sent out a quick text and before long, her crew had arrived. A pair of motorbikes pulled onto the sidewalk in front of the alley, a trio of similarly tanned and punkish figures mounted on their back.

“Hey, BB,” Mei said with a nod, bobbing the cigarette in her mouth. The leather-clad girl was a gyaru like Barbie, but with her hair died a chalk white instead. “How’s your night?”

“I got fired for fucking a customer in the middle of the restaurant. Can you believe it?” Barbie griped. The girls variously scoffed or snorted.

“Fuck that,” Kat sneered, the deep red hair buzzcut close to the tan girl’s head. She was straddling the seat behind Mei and holding onto her waist before they’d parked. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place that wouldn’t let me eat out my girl at the table. Where’s the romance in that? Love  you, bae.” She leaned over Mei’s head and the white-haired girl tilted her head up to meet her halfway, meeting her in a quick smooch.

“Total bullshit,” Terri agreed, leaning over his bike. He was tan with his hair dyed bright pink, as well as technically the only boy in their little gang. When it came to finding fellow gyaru in California, they weren’t too picky. The slim trap adjusted his skirt as he scooted farther up his motorbike. “You need a ride?”

“Thanks. Knew I could count on girls.” Barbie grunted as she hefted herself on the back half of the bike, leaning over to mush her breast and belly into Terri’s back. “Let’s roll out.”

“Your luck’s gonna turn around, BB,” Mei assured her pudgy friend as she revved her engine. “Just keep lookin’. There’s gotta be at least one damn restaurant in Cali that’ll let you fuck somebody.”