Chapter 7 - perks

Just over an hour later, Sid was stuffed and handcuffed in the bedroom, having thoroughly enjoyed himself with the two women. They’d all had their fun, but now Vicky and Jenny were sharing a beer in Sid’s lounge, pleased with another job well done: the best double-act in town.

“He didn’t eat as much as I thought he would,” Vicky commented, sipping her beer. She glanced at her cell phone and saw the time. It was still early. “He’s going to have to dramatically increase his capacity if he still hopes to get to five hundred pounds. There shouldn’t be this much food left over after a stuffing; not if he's serious about getting as fat as he says.”

Jenny nodded, not wanting to criticise, but feeling that Vicky had let the fat boy climax a little early that evening. Sid probably had much more room left in his stomach for more. But, like most guys, once he erupted, the game was pretty much over.

“I think he just got bloated on the bread,” Jenny commented, trying to make an excuse for Vicky's error. “He didn’t even touch all these chicken wings,” she went on, putting down her last helping and getting another to nibble on. Fat guys always had such good tastes when it came to food.

“Yeah, well, I was trying to save those chicken wings for you,” Vicky laughed. “I only told him to get them because I knew they’re your favourite.” She looked around the table. “I also told him to buy these… and these,” she pointed at the snacks; throwing them over to Jenny, who smiled at her good fortune. “That pig isn’t going to eat them, so you might as well enjoy it all, babe! We can even take some home with us if we like.”

“Ah, so THAT’S why he has your favourite beer in,” Jenny laughed at Vicky’s blatant cheek.

Vicky took another swig and sighed in appreciation at the taste. “Perks of the job,” she grinned, leaning over and clinking beer bottles with Jenny.

“Perks of the job!” Jenny repeated; smiling with satisfaction as she ripped open another large bag of her favourite potato chips.