Thicc Big Titty Goth Girl Loses a Bet
Abby may have been a little
too
drunk when she made a bet with some random guy at the bar who, earlier, she had caught checking out her prominent back side. She wasn't really in the mood to be ogled, having just broken up with her dirt bag boyfriend after finding him rifling through her purse for loose cash. Deep down, she knew it wasn't the first time he'd done it, but actually witnessing the violation had been too much for her to take. Big cock or no, that was some serious bullshit and even though he stood ten inches over her 5 ft. (maybe less) body, she'd gone after him like a rabid raccoon charging a mastiff. The raccoon analogy was somewhat apt because at the time she was wearing a thick application of eye shadow and liner, having just gotten home from doing her best to make her parents uncomfortable at the family dinner, so add judgey parent time to the current mood.
That was pretty much the same look she still had at the bar, where her friends had taken her out to blow off steam after throwing all of the assholes shit out of her apartment. At least her neighbors had gotten a show with the ruckus. So, for some reason, this guy at the bar's casual act of voyeurism had dug in her craw, and after a few too many, she had confronted him.
Cal had apologized profusely for offending her, even if that really wasn't the point. He was just the unlucky victim for her wrath. He'd just stopped at the dive, named Sputter's Trough, to finish off the evening while he was temporarily in town for work. He really hadn't meant to leer, but damn, it wasn't every day you saw a short little goth girl with an ass that thick and the tits to match, loudly swearing like a sailor about some breakup that sounded like the guy had really fucked things up. She was too short to describe her figure as hourglass, still being thick in the middle. But that only made her curves seem to fit together that much better without the stark contrasts in width, even with the black lace corset cinching in a little to make the bust and bottom that much more pronounced.
"Like what you see?" the stout little black lipped gremlin demanded angrily while eyeing him from under her thick bangs.
"Uh, sorry, what?" Cal's mind was blanked by the brashness of the encounter.
"My ass, dipshit! Like it? Want a picture? I saw you glaring at it from over there." She gestured a wagging finger to where her friends were still sitting, watching the spectral and giggling among themselves.
"Oh, uh, sorry about that. I didn't mean to stare. I'll leave if you want..."
"Fuck no! You aren't getting away that easy, fuckface." She thought his face was actually kind of cute. A sort of bedraggled, on the road look to him. But tonight she was in the mood to crush something with her boots.
"Oookay? Um, do you want me to buy you a drink or something?" He felt like a cornered animal trying to figure out a riddle while it was trying to stab him.
"Uh uh. You can't buy your way out of this that cheap." She looked around the bar and her eyes fell on the dart board. "How about this, I'll let you crawl out of here with your tail between your legs if you can get a better hit on that board over there than me. One throw, one score each." She firmly planted her stout legs on the hard wood floor. The rest of the patrons had stopped whatever they were doing to see what was stirring up at the bar, especially when the sound of a wager came up.
"And if I lose?" Cal inquired, reluctantly.
"You pay for me and my girls drinks for the rest of the night." Abby smirked up at him.
"Fuck that!" Cal looked at the five other girls and knew for a fact he'd have an empty bank account and then some by the end of it. "I'll take a beating over going broke."
The denial to her demands made Abby's lace choker bulge with furry before she stopped herself from slugging this random drifter. A thought came in to her head and, with the promise of taking care of her friends (and herself) and knowing that she actually had excellent aim, a wicked grin spread across her face. "Alright, big guy. I win, me and the girls drink free. And if you win, I go back to your place and you get to do whatever you want with me." She knew that this pervert couldn't pass up a deal like that. "Or are you that scared of a widdle girl?" She mocked.
Knowing every eye in the place was now on him, Cal looked at her, then her friends, then the board. He'd played darts maybe three times in his life and had done 'okay'. Mostly he just wanted this situation to end so he could go back to his room and finish getting drunk in piece. All of these girls were pretty small, so how much could they possibly drink before either puking or passing out? Sighing deeply, he relented with a nod.
"Great!" Abby had a look like a huckster just hustled her mark out of his life savings. "I'll even go first so you can have an idea of how well you need to do."
With every eye in the place on them, they both squared up on the line. Cal's palms were sweaty. He guessed that he would just have to run the tab on his card and then spend the rest of his life paying off the debt.
Still smirking, Abby lined up her shot, and with the precision of the inebriated, lobbed the dart right into the center of the board. "Ouch, that sucks dude," she chortled with mirth. "Better luck getting laid next time, loser. Well, get your throw over with so I can get back to getting wasted, on
your
dime." She cackled to herself at her excellent wit.
The blood had drained from Cal's face as he saw his end right there before his eyes with one singe throw. Resigned, he stepped up to the line and, with a heavy heart, reached back for his toss. As his hand moved forward, his eyes went from the target to the cavernous cleavage just below him, jiggling slightly as it's owner giggled uncontrollably. The projectile left his fingers, and without even looking where it landed, he heard a thunk and the bar went completely still.
Had he missed that badly? Did he hit a painting or priceless photo on the wall or something? By the way the girls black lined mouth was slack and dark rimmed eyes bugged out, it must have been something really important to the locals.
After an eternity, Cal finally forced his eyes to look up and assess the damage. His own mouth fell open as he saw that his dart had landed squarely on the triple 20 spot. For a moment he wondered if someone had run over and moved the dart when his eyes were turned away. The hush was broken when a random patron gave a raucous "whoop" and started clapping furiously. Cal's arms were limp at his sides as he realized fate (and fantastic tits) had saved him from months of a ramen only diet.
There was a high pitched whine coming from his side and he looked over to see a trembling black ball or fury inches away. At first he thought the sound was literal steam escaping her ears, but realized it was just her mouth slowly releasing air like a pinched balloon.
