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I had been working as an escort photographer for a few months now. It was a pretty simple formula. I’d post an ad in the adult personals sections advertising my services directly to escorts. They’d all see it, since that is where they were posting their ads for their clients. None of them could take a nice looking photo if their life depended on it, so when they seen my professional samples they would all be chomping at the bit to hire me. Of course I would often take other forms of payment in lieu of money, if you know what I mean.
I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm and was basically servicing about 3 or 4 escorts a week.
One day I received a call from an escort named Crystal. She sounded very loud and boisterous on the phone. Almost like a bit of a redneck. I arranged to meet her and was very curious to see what she was going to be like.
I was waiting in my motel room when I heard a loud car exhaust outside. It sounded like the vehicle had no exhaust at all. I heard Crystal’s voice. “Come back in an hour, Momma K! Don’t be late, bitch!”
Bang, bang, bang! She was pounding on my door so loud I thought she was going to damage it. I opened the door and was dumbfounded by what I seen. She was probably 200 pounds, as wide as she was tall. Wearing a dirty yellow shirt and a short skirt that looked like it was 2 sizes too small for her. Her clothes actually looked soiled, like they hadn’t been washed in a while.
“You ready to fuck me on camera and take some photos for me?” she blurted out, as she forced her way past me into the room.
“Uhhh” was all I could muster. I was not liking this situation. I was hoping I could get her to leave. I was not into BBW women at all, and I wouldn’t even call her a BBW, just a BW…BIG WOMAN!
