After the huge scandal involving the owner and editing chief of DAMSEL Jane Parsons broke out all over the fashion industry about her shooting adult porn in her studio, she had no choice but to step down and relinquish all rights and powers to the company share holders. After her world in the fashion industry crumbled, Jane embarked on a new profession into the world of porn.
Jane kept a low-key profiled and moved out of state. Once she was settled, she set a private small time photo shoot studio servicing only as a front for her porn production. She wished Connie and Ellen, her former busty assistants could had joined her but in order to keep their names out of the press and scandal, she fired them and promised not to have any further contact with them.
Jane wasn't looking for assistants this time around. She just wanted performers. She was having a really hard time finding any to her liking. The small town she moved into didn't have any potential prospects. So to say the least, business wasn't booming but luckily for her, she still had millions and millions of dollars stashed away in off shore accounts so money wouldn't be an issue for years to come.
Feeling a bit down in the dumps, Jane decided to head to the local super market; Super Save, to retrieve some of her favorite comforting foods. She was nearly complete with her shopping list except for one thing in the dairy section. As she walked up to the ice cream shelf, she looked around and saw a young woman a couple of feet down.
"Jackpot!" Jane said astonished.
Even from a distance, Jane spotted the woman's huge ample jugs, as they largely jutted a bit low on her chest as if she was trying to smuggle melons out of the store. She was no where near Connie's size but looked to be closer to Ellen's or a cup size small. Still, Jane observed as the woman's big tits jiggled and bounced effortlessly. She grabbed two different flavors of ice cream and proceeded to walk towards the busty woman. The woman seemed distracted as Jane got closer and got a bigger eyeful of the woman's huge fun-bags. She looked to be about 5'3, a bit chubby in which made her tits look even bigger. She was the first woman Jane saw in this small town with a set of huge tits.
Above those huge jutting breasts, the woman's face didn't look attractive. She sort of had a troll face with pasty skin and scatter freckles. Big brown eyes, big ears, bit of a wide nose, full lips, and a square-shaped chin. Jane hoped she had all her teeth. The woman had a few moles located on different areas of her face. Her hair was dark brown, long, fizzy, and looked unwashed tied in a ponytail. She had a country bumpkin mannerism which wasn't uncommon since Jane lived near the sticks also known as lots of farming areas.
The medium loose hanging t-shirt the woman wore was gray and a bit dirty. The enormous melon-shaped jugs the woman had housed under her loose shirt stretched the shirt far enough to exposed her rather large overhung gut. Definitely not the most attractive sight, Jane thought. As mentioned, she was a bit on the plump side but only so far that it gave her an amazingly large and nicely shaped ass jutting from behind her.
"Excuse me, miss?" Jane said politely.
The woman turned around and had a bit of innocence and shyness on her face.
"Yes," the woman answered. Her pasty cheeks started to turn red as if she was embarrassed about something.
"I'm new here and I was wondering which ice cream flavor is the most popular? Lime green or white chocolate?" Jane asked.
"I would go with white chocolate," the woman answered.
"Thanks. I love ice cream a lot, so I figured I would try some different flavors."
"Yeah, no problem."
"My name is Jane Parsons."
"Shyla Blackwell."
After the short formal instruction, the two walked to the checkout station. Jane couldn't help but to observe Shyla's big tits as they bounced within the supportive cups of her bra. The bra strap looked wide and massive as evident being pressed against her shirt.
"And your total comes to; $45 and 89 cents, Shyla" said the cashier.
While Shyla scrambled to find her money, Jane scooped the cashier out. He was somewhat cute and looked to be in his mid 30's or early 40's. He was definitely experiencing a great deal of hair loss as the whole top of his head was bald while the sides were a low buzz cut. He had big blue eyes that drifted between ringing Shyla up and gawking at her huge tits and a dark roughly looking stubble. He looked to be about 5'7 and a bit on the heavy side from evidence of his potbelly bulging beneath his sweater and store vest. His name was Geraldo as she read it off his name tag.
"I don't have much again this week Geraldo. The farming is a bit low and I still haven't found a new job yet," said a nervous Shyla.
"Don't worry Shyla. I'm sure we can work something out, as always" he said, as if he was implying a sexual favor.
"Don't worry Shyla. I'll spot you the money," said Jane.
"Oh, I couldn't. I don't even know you."
"Don't be silly Shyla. Situations like this is how people get to know one another. And you can pay me back once you get on your feet."
"Thank you. I promise, I will pay you back."
Jane saw the disappointment across Geraldo's face as he took her credit card and checked out Shyla's groceries. Shyla unleashed her crooked smiled, which was a bit cute given her uneasy appearance, at Jane for helping her out of this jam. She stayed behind as Geraldo rung up and checked out Jane. The two talked while they walked over to Shyla's old, worn down red pickup truck.
"I know its none of my business but it seems like your having a bit of some financial problem," questioned Jane.
"Yeah. I got laid off from my regular job a couple of weeks ago. I've been in between jobs like fixing things here and there for neighbors. I live on a farm with my grandparents and our corps haven't been growing as fast lately due to the weather. And it cost to feed a lot of the animals we have and neither one of my grandparents are healthy enough work," explained Shyla.
"That guy, Geraldo, do know you him well?"
"I see him here and around town a bit when I'm running errands..." Shyla nervously spoke.
"I get the feeling that there is more to it then that. What does he mean by we can work something out, as always? He's a grown man, so I doubt he would need help fixing things but help in other areas," hinted and concluded Jane.
Shyla hesitated to dish the dirt.
"Only a few times when I didn't have enough money to pay for my groceries, I've given him head, boob jobs and I even like him fuck my feet. That's as far as it had gone," said Shyla.
"Does he have a big dick?" bluntly asked Jane. That made Shyla's face become red with embarrassment.
