Eurovision queen

chapter 3

A month later and Maggie was travelling back down to London on the train with her young and pimply boyfriend by her side. They were both excited, Maggie had her musical dreams restored. Simon saw Maggie in demand on all kinds of tv programme, she’d become rich and famous. His life, by her side would change completely. He would never have to work in the shop again. He’d never have to work at all again. He’d live with Maggie in a big house in the country. He’d never have to worry about money. All he had to do was keep in with Maggie.
He squeezed her hand as he recalled that first night they’d spent together. He had been astounded at how much she’d been able to eat. Even more astounded by how she associated eating and food with sex. She was several pounds heavier now, her clothes were now a bit tighter than they ought to be. He had watched her packing last night. She tried several outfits on, she had seen her extra rolls and bulges in the mirror. Some clothes even emphasised how big she was. She did not start worrying about her extra pounds. She did not promise to go on a diet and go to the gym... tomorrow. It was as if she secretly wanted to get fat!
Simon did not complain either. He liked his girlfriend’s curves.

Her appetite remained... er... healthy. She ate enough for two on the train alongside plenty of snacks from the buffet car.
When they arrived in London they found their hotel and settled into their room. They did not have their meeting with the music moguls until the next day.
They had plenty of time to do a little sightseeing, squeeze in a west end show, or something. It was Simon’s first time in London. He wanted to see it all! Maggie claimed she was tired after their early morning and long journey. She went out for ‘a few snacks’, then came back an hour later with two carrier bags of crisps, cakes, assorted dips, biscuits and chocolate.
She tucked into the first packet of biscuits while Simon made love to her.
After a short nap and a shower, she prepared herself to go down for dinner in the hotel. Her stretchy dress clung to every lump and bump that she had. She was not what anyone would consider as being fat. She had no double chin, no pot belly, just large breasts, a large bum, with ‘child bearing’ hips and chunky thighs. Her dress was a size 10. Her body was probably a size 12 or slightly larger. (UK size).
They were sat at a table in the corner of the room. Everyone looked up to look at Maggie as she passed them. She crossed the room and sat down with the air of someone important. Maybe she was famous, the other diners thought, they simply could not think of who she was or what she was famous for!
Simon had not stayed in many hotels. He was nervous, afraid he would be found out as being an ordinary northerner with not much money. When they got the menu to look at, he galled at the prices, especially on the drinks menu. He chose the cheapest main meal there was. He would drink tap water. At least that was free!
Meanwhile Maggie was much more relaxed. She’d stayed in hotels often. She did not look at the prices when looking at the menu. After all, the record company was paying for their expenses. Both of them could eat whatever they liked! She refused to accept Simon’s measly choice when the waitress came to take their order. She ordered a starter for him, changed his main meal and added several side dishes as well as a cheeky little red wine to drink with their meal. While they waited they would have a whisky and soda as their aperitif.
Simon was astonished! The record company would know they were being taken advantage of. Maggie assured him everything was cool. The prices were very competitive... for London. They would not want them to starve!
Simon found the whisky very strong, despite the addition of soda. He sipped at it delicately, wishing he could relax, while he watched Maggie finish hers in two large gulps.
They both had lobster as their starter. Simon was not sure about the fish. He had never eaten lobster before. It was always much too expensive. He took one mouthful and decided he did not like it. He picked at a bit of the side salad and gave the rest to Maggie, who was happy to pick up his scraps. By the time the main course arrived, she was already pouring her third glass of wine, while Simon was just starting his second.
Maggie’s main was a large juicy steak, with potato dauphinois, buttered cabbage, caramelised carrots and gravy. She’d ordered side dishes of onion rings, chips and peas. Simon’s main meal was lamb with mint sauce and vegetables. Maggie said he could help himself to any of the side dishes, but he knew there was more than ample on his own plate. He watched her load up her form open her mouth wide and chew huge mouthfuls at a time. She as not delicate and dainty like ladies were supposed to be when they ate. She liked to eat a lot, as quickly as she could. If she was too slow she would not be able to cram as much in. She was determined to get her money’s worth from the free expenses.
In contrast he ate slowly. In some ways he just wanted to go away and hide. Maggie’s fast, messy eating was causing a bit of a stir. He did not mind watching in private, but he did not want her to make a fool of herself.
He put his knife and fork down after eating only half of was on his plate. He’d had sufficient. He didn’t want any more wine. He didn’t want a dessert. He would have been happy just to go back to their hotel room now. But Maggie was not finished! She poured more wine, she finished her own meal, the remnants of Simon’s meal and all of the side dishes. Then she wanted a pudding! Simon was happy to make do with just a coffee. Unsatisfied, Maggie ordered a pudding for him and could not decide between a chocolate fondant or a caramel cheesecake, so she ordered both... with cream. Simon barely touched his tiramisu when it arrived, so Maggie finished it, once she had finished the melt in the middle chocolate sponge and the slice of caramel cheesecake. She cleaned her sticky fingers on her stained napkin as best she could. She sat back in the chair and patted the engorged mound of her belly. Simon was embarrassed. She did not look at all ladylike, but she did look sexy! When she stood up, the shape of her tight dress was distorted by her belly sticking out. The hem had ridden up by a couple of inches, but she did not care! The alcohol had made her more vibrant. She was not ready to go back to their room, she wanted to head out onto the streets and party! He was not prepared to allow her out on her own. They had a big meeting tomorrow. They could not afford to mess it up. He was very much the junior in the partnership, but right now, he had to insist that she behaved.
Once back in the room, she opened one of the carrier bags. She had bought small cans of ready made cocktails. She was about to click open the first can and pour it into a coffee mug, but Simon took it off her.
She’d had enough! He insisted. Tomorrow they could celebrate, but not now! He stopped her the only way he knew how. He distracted her with a kiss and led her towards the bed.