I'm just a regular guy. Nothing special about me. I'm married to a wonderful wife. I have a great kid in grade school. But my little secret is, I love fake boobs. I'll get into how and why later. My wife hates the idea of plastic surgery, it's not even up for discussion. I would never pressure her, that's not who I am. But I am a guy with whom breast implants have become a bit of a fetish. So, secretly, I partake in the pleasantries of breast implants 'hobbying' in the sex industry.
One of my favourite things is going to strip clubs. So many girls, so many awesome conversations about getting her boobs done. The places I go allow contact dancing, and depending on the girl it's usually okay to touch a dancer's boobs. I love fondling enhanced breasts. It's fucking amazing. Sometimes though, I want to go a littler farther than just a fondling during a lap dance. In my town, there are a decent number of erotic massage parlours. There two kinds. The most common are the dirty rub-and-tugs; I stay clear of these ones. The ones I go to are way more high-end. Way cleaner. And the girls are way hotter. Basically, the same quality girls you'd find at a strip club - only you're both be naked and there's a body slide. Oh, yes!
One night I was at the strip club. I stuck out. Didn't see any strippers that seemed worth the time or money to get a dance with. When I decided to leave I was still horny for some fake boob action. I called 'The Western', massage parlour to see who's working. I hadn't been there before, but I've heard good things and the pictures of the girls on their webpage were mostly hot. The lady on the phone said it wasn't busy and they had a bunch of girls available. I asked if any of them are enhanced, and she said two or three were. I felt like those were good odds, she said not to worry about an appointment and just come.
What struck me most was how ornate the place felt. I didn't realize why it was called 'The Western'. It's dressed up like an old-fashion western parlour. Wood panel walls and a fake saloon bar in the corner. Kitschy, but I liked it. The music they were playing was totally out of place - some techno trance, instead of old-timey sheet-piano music. I would have admired that detail to add to the cheese factor.
There was no one in sight when I approached the front desk, so I dinged the old-school bell.
Few seconds later, I heard someone in high heels approaching. This bright-eyed stunning woman comes from around the corner. She's dressed in a period-appropriate corset, with curly hair and a tiny bowler hat. Her cleavage is spectacular. As amazing as her boobs are - I have no clue if hers are real or not. That corset would make any girls' boobs pop out (and up!) like that.
"Hey sweetie. Do you have an appointment?"
"No, though I did call earlier. You said I wouldn't need one because it's kind of a slow tonight."
"Oh right! James was it?" I smile and nod. She looks at something on the computer at the desk. It made me laugh seeing something so modern given the decor. "You were the one who said he specifically likes enhanced ladies, right?"
For some reason I'm suddenly embarrassed. "Yes, that's me," I said.
"You're in luck, since you called one more enhanced girl became available. That's five girls available and, most of them - well, three of them are enhanced."
"Amazing. It's a borderline fetish for me." I can't believe I just blurted that out to a stranger.
"Lauren just got hers done, and they look great. Alison's super big. I'll ask all five of them to come out for a meet-and-greet." She picks up the phone, and presses a button. "Customer at the front." She hangs up. Looking at me, she tells me "you can wait over there." She gestures to the middle of the 'saloon'.
I hear several sets of footsteps coming down a long hallway. Two girls enter together.
The first is an Asian girl who looks so young it makes me uncomfortable. She wears a simple lavender matching bra and panty set. "Hi, I'm Suki." She reaches out to shake hands.
With her is a white girl with wavy ginger hair. She's got big fake boobs, but they look kinda hard. To be honest, I barely got a look at her face. "Hi, I'm Alison" she says.
As they leave, another girl comes in. She's got a Latina vibe going on. Long, dark wavy hair and caramel skin. She has nice boobs, but hard to tell if they're real or enhanced. It could be either way. She takes my hand, and rubs it on her cheek - it's surprisingly sensual. "I'm Vanessa - nice to meet you," she says with a strong Spanish (or Portuguese?) accent. Then she kisses me on my cheek.
Next it's an early-20's smoking hot blonde. She could be an Instagram model. She has a huge smile, and wears a school-girl outfit. She bounces over to me. I note that she's wearing sneakers, which is pretty cute. With an Aussie accent, "Hi there, I'm Sydney" I laugh. I thought Suki was a little on the nose for the token Asian girl. Now we've got an Aussie who goes by Sydney? Hilarious! Her boobs are on point. She has a petite body, and you can tell her boobs are fake. They're not huge. I'd say they're 'well proportioned'. Probably feels amazing. But only a C-cup I'd wager.
I wait.
In all the excitement, now I wonder if miscounted. Was that five already? Sydney was probably the hottest, but she had small boobs. Maybe that Latina girl? Alison is definitely fake, and hers could be fun given how big for her body they are. But I prefer it when they're soft. Again, the novelty of fake boobs is sometimes all I need. But I seriously can't remember her face - was she even hot?
The receptionist comes back. "I think there's one more girl. Hang on, honey, okay?" She picks up the phone, "Lauren, come to the front." Oh good, I remember that name - she said hers were new. I kinda like it when they're new.
From beyond a door I hear frantic footsteps approaching, the door bashes open and comes Lauren... only... Holy fuck. I know her.
"James!?"
"Hi! Holy shit."
The receptionist pipes in, "you two know each other?"
'Lauren', or as I know her, Chandler, responds without losing eye contact with me, "we do!"
We've worked together twice, and run into each other at networking events. We met when I cast her in a boring corporate video I directed. Later, I got to work with her again in one of my short films. I don't know Chandler very well. Other than those occasions, we mostly interact on social media. She's an incredibly talented actor... and hot. In fact, it's almost been a curse for her - because she's so beautiful, she only ever gets roles like 'the hot best friend' or the like. But she's way more talented than that.
I'm almost speechless, but somehow I manage to say, "This is ... this is quite a surprise."
The receptionist steps over to us. "I'd suggest the two of you step over there, and just talk." She gestures to a booth with stained glass windows, about the size of ... in fact, it may have once been a police box. "In there you can speak in private."
So, we go in and Chandler closes the door. She begins, "okay, so I never thought this would happen, meeting someone I know."
"It's a first for me too" I assure her. "Let's get one thing clear - I will not disclose to anyone that I've seen you working here."
