I hopped off the bus with surprising grace in my hooker heels. My cherry red dress made me stand out in contrast with the plainly-dressed locals at the bus stop. They looked me over with interest. Not to brag; there wasn't much else to look at in front of the shitty little strip mall. I was unusually dolled up that day, having just come from a modeling gig. I like to brag and say that I'm a model, but really I just do small time gigs every few months for a small cheque. This time it was a hair stylist show and they wanted me in cherry red. Not my colour.
The reason why I'd gotten off the bus early instead of heading straight home to remove my ridiculous outfit was because of a particular shop that had caught my eye. The hair show was on a side of town that I never visit, so I figured I better check it out while I was in the area. I approached the full length glass window which was plastered with posters. The sign read: East City Comics.
I hadn't read comics since I was a kid and I didn't really know much about them, but those damn Marvel movies were becoming addictive. I entered the shop and walked around a bit before really paying attention to who else was in there. After I fully took in my surroundings, I realized how much I stood out. Let me paint the picture for you.
I'm twenty three years old and, to be honest, I'm pretty fucking good looking. I'm five foot seven and a hundred and eleven pounds. I'm slender/curvy with soft, pale skin that I spend a stupid amount money moisturizing. My hair is sandy blonde with some sun-kissed highlights and it comes to the small of my back. I've got long legs which are accentuated by these ridiculous hooker heels, bringing me to two inches short of six feet. Bra size: 32C. Legs and anus: electrolyzed. Clam shell: waxed Brazilian style. I don't normally wear much makeup but on that day I was painted up like a girl posing in front of a BMW.
I'm not trying to brag or anything. I'm just emphasizing how intensely this table full of pizza-faced neckbeards was staring at me while they played Magic the Gathering or whatever they were doing. I noticed their glances and looked over. Half of them looked away while half just stared. After an uncomfortable few seconds of that, I started walking around the store, somewhat hiding myself behind the shelves. A silence had fallen in the store and it took a minute for casual conversation to return.
I glanced around at a few titles, not really knowing what I was looking for. Aquaman: no thanks. Moon Knight: is he reverse Batman? I recognized Wolverine and the X-Men and a couple other Marvel characters, but nothing really caught my eye. Not any comic, at least.
Once I laid my eyes on the guy behind the counter I almost stumbled right out of my heels. Luckily no one noticed as I composed myself to take a second look.
I like big men. Really big. And this guy was really big. First guess: over four hundred pounds. The first thing I noticed was his big, round bearded face as he looked across the room to the table of Magic the Gatherers. He chatted nonchalantly with another guy who was watching the game. His voice was deep and bassy. Sexy. After that I noticed the huge round shoulders he had and the fat, beefy forearms that supported him as he leaned on the counter. He wore a huge black baggy t-shirt that matched his near black hair and beard. His hair was thinning a bit on top, but not enough so that made him look bald. Dude was probably late thirties. I noticed a bit of dark back hair appearing on the back of his neck and just imagined of what his big burly body looked like.
The other guy watching the game made a joke and said something about how the cards were laid out, prompting a reaction from the big man. To my surprise, and then my joy, he actually got up from behind the counter to take a closer look. Up until that point, I had thought the space behind the counter had been on a raised level, but to my astonishment I'd been wrong. As the big man pressed his meaty palms on the table and stood up, his head approaching the ceiling. He turned to one side, giving me a view of his huge, broad back, and then squeezed himself through the space around the counter. He emerged from behind the counter and nearly knocked me unconscious with a view of what was a huge round belly. Absolutely massive. What was more, he then stood next to the guy he'd been talking to, and completely towered over him. They were both adult men, but he made the other guy look like a child by contrast. I just stared, open mouthed, and nearly drooled. If it had been an anime scene then my bleeding nose would've launched me into the ceiling.
The giant glanced over at me and saw me staring without any composure. I met his eyes for a moment but suddenly found myself bashful and clumsy, so I looked down at the rack in front of me. It was manga, something I had some knowledge of, so I perused a few titles while I burned inside.
He was a god, a mighty god, I decided. And I had to have him. It took me a few minutes to compose myself. I'd honestly never seen a man even remotely like him. Eventually, I grabbed a volume of Death Note and headed to the counter, where my Ubermenscht had returned.
I approached the counter in my cherry red dress and could feel the eyes of the table on me. My hero behind the counter turned to me and the recognition of his gaze on me, his eyes taking me in, made me tremble. I could feel my heart beat faster as I placed one hand on the counter and dropped the comic in front of him.
Looking at him up close took me to a new depth of appreciation. His big thick beard was dark black and really bushy. His hair above was more of a dark brown. He had a big broad nose and a heavy brow with thick eyebrows. His face was heavy and round with a big double chin hidden under the mess of a beard. His lips were thick and his eyes were dark. He wore dark framed glasses.
"Is that all for you?" he asked. The sound of his bassy voice sent a tremor through me.
I looked up at him quickly, prying my eyes away from his big sexy belly. He wasn't even looking at me, instead watching the cash and looking at the table.
"Uh, yeah, I guess." I turned around and looked at the card game, once again seeing several heads rotate upon my glance. "Is that Magic they're playing?" The burly man-god didn't answer, but instead the dude he'd been speaking to was quick to offer an answer.
"Yeah. You play Magic?" He said it with a smirk. He was a bit taller than me in my heels, making him about six feet. He was younger looking and a bit more of a generic nerd-pretty boy. I hadn't expected his response so I stared at him for a moment before thinking of an answer.
"Uh...no. I'm a basic bitch so I don't know anything about that."
He smiled big and laughed at my response, as did a couple Magic players. I glanced back to my beautiful colossus but there was no response. He still wasn't even really looking at me. My eyes ran over his mammoth frame again before he finally looked up at me and saw me staring.
"That's fifteen-sixty." Again, the deep voice nearly made me swoon. I held his gaze for a moment. He didn't smile. I was nervous as hell.
"Sure." I pulled my little mini-wallet out of my side-boob and opened it up to retrieve a fifty. "Fifty okay? To make change, I mean?"
He looked at his till and shrugged. "Yeah." I knew breaking big bills was sometimes a bother. I worked as a server so I hated when old ladies paid for a small salad with a hundred.
