Lorraine - Chapter 1 The Night Club

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My Story - Lorraine - Chapter 1 The Night Club
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CHAPTER 1 – The Nightclub

Lorraine moved as quickly as possible back to her car as she darted through the corner exit of nightclub. Her best friend Eva was making her way out to see what was wrong. Lorraine almost tripped over her thin heeled silver stilettos as she continued to hurry awkwardly towards her green BMW. She pawed at her tiny red shiny purse & snatched at her keys inside. She turned off the car alarm, popped the lock & rushed to climb into the front seat. With the door closed behind her, Lorraine began to relax & catch her breath.
She adjusted the drivers mirror & reached into the driver’s side compartment for her makeup & lipstick. Lorraine looked at her face in the mirror & pouted her sultry, naturally full lips as she flirted playfully at the mirror. She smiled seductively into the mirror, going through her whole repertoire of sexy looks & smiles that she used so casually in her everyday life to get by on. Lorraine felt like herself again. In her job as a professional model it had become second nature to check the way she looked about a hundred thousand times a day.
Vanity was too weak a word to describe the high & mighty opinion Lorraine held for herself.
As egotistical as Lorraine was, She was probably one of the few people on earth who could actually get away with saying & believing something like that, she was truly, stunningly gorgeous. Her beautiful long curly locks of chestnut brown hair hung almost down to her waist when it wasn’t tied elegantly over her shoulders. She had sexy blonde highlights all through her stylish hair & her unique French/Italian heritage had blessed her with a flawlessly soft & naturally tan complexion, her brown captivating eyes were those that could break a man’s will & his heart as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her natural, luxuriously full & sexually provocative lips were tantamount to the tastes of the finest sweets & sugars. Her slender, sleek, 5”9 tall body frame was perfectly complemented by her feminine hourglass shaped curves. Models so perfectly shaped & generously proportioned in the right areas came along once in hundred years according to her modeling agent. Lorraine altogether only weighed 118 lbs however her large, firm, perky breasts made her look almost top-heavy given her slender frame & height but luckily her womanly hips & her tight, sexily, rounded butt balanced her out. Curves in all the right places could scarcely grasp a clearer definition than that of Lorraine.
Lorraine’s look (according to her chief photographer) could best be described as Drea De Matteo meets Monica Belluci. She was sumptuously oozing with hot, boiling sexuality. Her raw aphrodisiacal energy made her the object of both men & women affections alike.
The shame about Lorraine was though tremendously gifted with beauty & physical perfection in every way was that she knew it. Her over confidence & her down right arrogance were so pronounced that it was exceedingly hard to spend long periods of time around her unless you were completely mesmerized by her beauty that you paid no attention to the selfish, vacuous words coming out of her mouth (many people did, with Lorraine’s beauty people were prepared to let her chat about anything in the hell she wanted to if it meant people could be in the company of her beautiful, sexy body). Her entourage of assistants & work staff were impugned upon heavily by her to complete all sorts of incredulous requests that bordered on the insane. If Lorraine so desired a coffee from a certain store, her assistants were required to get it, & get it quickly, despite however far across town it is & however inconvenient & demanding it was to the poor person in charge of the job. All of her staff risked job loss if they ever so much as looked at her in a manner she deemed to be unfit.
The head of the firm in charge & exclusive holder of her modeling contract was secretly in love with Lorraine. Another poor sucker in the lines of many poor suckers who refused to believe anything bad could come from such a vision of beauty.
It was with such skills that Lorraine had become the first model to get a raise within the first months of her career, one raise in the first month & a further raise each month after.
All it took was the right smile, maybe the reward of a kiss & a hug if she was really pleased with the news given to her by her boss. Who was he to care, all that mattered to him was keeping this gorgeous, sexy beauty in his life & keeping her happy.
All he saw in Lorraine was her beauty, like everyone else in her life he only saw the beauty. Men were predisposed to bending to the will of feminine beauty.
Lorraine couldn’t care less about her boss though, in a heartbeat she would ditch the old man the second she was offered a more lucrative modeling contract.
With all of the lavish luxuries endowed to Lorraine, people most of the time were little more than tools to her, ways of further obtaining things she wanted. A few of her fellow models were of the equal mindset, blindly ambitious to satisfy their own greed. Vanity’s & ego’s that were blown way out of proportion by the special treatment society bestowed upon them. In her 20 years of life Lorraine had always been put on a pedestal, worshipped for her beauty, her figure, her attractiveness. It never dawned to her that the adoration she had been receiving was for reasons that were purely skin deep. Then again not many of life’s deep questions tended to dawn on her. She was too busy going to parties, dressing & putting on makeup. Who needed wisdom when she had beauty?
Lorraine finished applying her gold eye shadow with her make up kit & ran her purple lipstick over her hot pouting lips. Once finished she put her things away sat back in the chair & looked down at her down at her outfit she was wearing. She was wearing a bright red satin top tied up in a knot underneath her bulging breast, her flat tanned midriff sported an emerald stud in her belly button & extremely tight blue jeans that stretched & clung to her long legs & curvy tight packed butt. Lorraine frowned slightly & ran her hands over her exposed midriff, she pressed her hands in over her stomach, had she gained weight? To an impartial observer it seem that she was trying to make her already relatively flat stomach flatter but to Lorraine’s eye she had many different paranoid ideas of what was too fat. She was concerned at how tight her size 2 jeans were becoming. They had been giving her trouble all night & Lorraine regretted wearing them. It took her ten minutes of jumping, squeezing & lying flat to fight her way into her jeans tonight & she was more alarmed than frustrated by the tightness. She had worn them only 6 weeks ago before her second holiday to France & they had fit perfectly then. Lorraine was no stranger to packing herself into tight outfits, testing the limits of tight revealing outfits with her sexy body was part of the job description as a famous model. Tight was one thing, but these jeans were a nightmare, all through the night they kept coming undone by themselves at the club. Lorraine was constantly refastening them all through the night as they again & again kept popping undone. The moment she put any kind of pressure on her jeans like sitting down, moving on the dance floor or breathing the wrong way, the button at the waistband would pop itself out of the button hole & her straining, flimsy zipper would force itself down & thereby exposing her leopard skin panties. Lorraine was pretty sure no one else had seen her burst out of her jeans that night, except for.….but who cares what that fat pregnant dog thought. She knew that she was by far the hottest girl at that pitiful excuse of a nightclub tonight. As a famous model that had been privy to the finest night clubs Europe & America had to offer, Lorraine knew those types of girls who had been at the club tonight from a mile off.

They were what Lorraine referred to as “Uni Boppers”, Groups of university girls who saved up all their allowance money all week & then on the weekends they would put on tones of makeup, squeeze themselves into far too tight pants & shiny, tight skirts & then get drunk on cheap shooters & dance like sleepers, grinding against anything that moved.
They were so immature & childish Lorraine thought, no class whatsoever. She remembered earlier that evening in the nightclub bathroom, as she was applying her expensive Revlon makeup for the fifth time when that short chubby girl came rushing in. She seriously wondered if some of the girls at the club were high school seniors sneaking in, some of them couldn’t have been more than 17.
The girl was a short, curvy, red head named Melinda. She was perfectly pale skinned with long curly red hair & a clearly defined pear shape to her body. She was dressed in alarmingly tight, black, latex clubbing pants & a flimsy, blue, satin, strapless top. Lorraine was disgusted by the young girl’s bulging belly over the waistband of her dangerously small clubbing trousers. The girl wasn’t overweight or even close to being overweight, the girl looked like a healthy, normal girl, but to Lorraine she was fat, everyone in Lorraine’s eyes without defined abs was fat. Lorraine was proud of her firm defined abs, 1500 crunches a day, she was the hottest.
Melinda walked past Lorraine as casually as she could to the mirror section around the corner. Her hands were firmly behind her back the whole time & Lorraine noticed the girl was walking rather diagonally not turning her back completely towards her. Suspicious & Curious Lorraine tip toed quietly around the corner used her hand mirror to peek around the corner. Lorraine did her best to stifle a laugh.
The short chubby “uni bopper” had completely torn the ass out of her clubbing pants. Melinda was bending over with her chubby rear end aimed at a mirror trying to assess the damage.
Melinda’s face was clearly frustrated & worried (in truth she had borrowed these pants from her friend). She grimaced at how much of her green satin panties were showing through the long, gaping split up the rear seam. There was no way she could cover her butt without a jacket & she was only wearing her blue satin top this evening. Melinda couldn’t imagine the lecture she was going to get when Lucinda (the owner of the exploded trousers) found out. She would never live it down. Melinda’s face went red at the thought. She stood up & turned around.
Lorraine startled & quickly moved back to where she was. Melinda thought she heard something but didn’t give it much thought as she had more urgent problems to attend to.
She grabbed both sides of her ripped pants & began to pull as hard as she could to bring them back together.

“uuuhhhh….uhhhhhhh….uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, Melinda panted.
No luck, her curves were making it difficult, she didn’t exactly get into these trousers without one hell of a fight back on the uni campus. She gave it another try. This time she did stood up tall & sucked in her stomach as much as she could.

“uhhhhh….uuuuuhhhoooff…..commme onnn….just fit…uuuhhh”, Melinda moaned exhaustedly.

Still no progress, too much to pack back in she thought miserably. The naked pale flesh around her butt jiggled & bulged as she tried again & again to get more of it back inside the remains of her ruptured trousers.

“Are you alright around there?”Asked Lorraine haughtily feigning sympathy.

Melinda jumped at the sound of another voice, she stuttered & answered awkwardly.

“Ye YeYes, I’m fine….thanks”, said Melinda in a panic

“Are you sure, it sounds like you were struggling with something?” Asked Lorraine smiling smugly to herself

“No, no, I uhhh just couldn’t uuhhh get my phone to work” said Melinda thinking quickly

Melinda turned her attention again to her exposed glossy, green panties that covered her weighty behind tautly. She looked miserably at the sausage like casings that still covered & clung to her chubby thighs & legs like a second skin. Everything was covered except her fat bulging butt & her embarrassing shiny, green satin panties. This was so humiliating. Splitting her borrowed clubbing pants open at a crowded nightclub, completely unable to cover the rip.

Lorraine finished putting on her lip shade & eye liner & began the final step of her taunting ruse with poor Melinda.

“I can help you if your phone’s not working, I work at a phone store. Let me have a look at it
I’ll fix it up in no time for you.” Lorraine said feigning concern.

“That’s ok…REALLY…I’m pretty sure it’s working again…THANKS”.

Melinda pulled furiously at the two ends of the gigantic split in her rear seam & pulled roughly as hard as she could.

“uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..BANG….Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!”.

Melinda looked down at her tight shiny pants horrified.
Her pants button had burst off from the intense pressure created as she pulled the two sides of her split rear seam back together too fast & too hard. The brass button flew off & had hit the bathroom mirror. The mirror chipped where the brass button impacted & then the whole mirror broke into shards & fell into the basin with a loud shatter. Melinda looked on dumbstruck at what had happened. Her pants zipper buzzed open & the split in her pants continued to split further. Melinda wished she had saved up for some genuine quality made clubbing pants.

“These black latex pants she borrowed were cheap & poorly made. I mean they had to be, why else would they have split. She wasn’t fat. They were Amanda’s (her roommate’s) oldest clubbing pants, Amanda must have worn them hundreds of times & stretched out the rear seam with her fat ass. When they finally ripped on me it was only because Amanda had stretched & weakened them so much over the years with her fat butt. Yes, that was why they ripped. So in a way it was Amanda’s fault,” Thought Melinda.

(Melinda was grasping at straws with that theory however; Amanda had only split a pair of pants once which were her from her tight black business suit when she was offered to be a guest lecturer for an evening.
Amanda had not worn her black suit pants in over a year & they had gotten considerably tighter as Amanda had gotten considerably less active due to her study loads. After an uncomfortable battle of squeezing into the overly tight suit pants she made her way down to the campus auditorium, she was forced to take the elevator because of how tight her pants were, she didn’t dare walk up the steps. She walked down the middle of the main aisle past all the male students who were all focused on her butt & her painfully obvious panty lines visible.
Her pink cotton panties began to ride up as she was confronted with the steps to the stage.
After that teasingly arousing display, it was to everyone’s great joy when what everyone was wishing would happen happened. Her too tight black suit pants split wide open loudly & publicly in front of a class of 120 male students when she dropped her notes approaching the podium. She had bent right over not thinking with her tightly packed rounded ass (complete with visible panty lines) facing the class retrieve them. The visible panty lines on Amanda’s too tight pants were impossible to ignore, when her pink panties became visible after her pants split everyone cheered. She had made a dull safety regulations lecture into a night to remember. Amanda’s pink cotton panties were embarrassingly appropriate.
She ran off stage with her hands behind her back & her beautiful blonde hair clashing with her bright red burning face. Amanda was traumatized into action after that. She hit the gym & hit it hard. So when Amanda had bought those clubbing pants & worn them over the years she wore them very easily & comfortably. They were too large on her & hence the reason they stayed in her closet & were accessible for Melinda to borrow. Melinda’s ass was the only one that put pressure on that rear seam. In less than a night Melinda had stretched, strained & eventually busted a perfectly good pair of trousers, ALL BY HERSELF.)

Lorraine startled by the noise rushed around to Melinda.

“What was that ohhhhhhhh ahahahahahahahahaa?” Laughed Lorraine Cruelly.

Melinda tried to cover her green panties but could only cover either her crotch or her rear.

“Phone trouble eh?” Smirked Lorraine practically gloating

“Please do you have a jacket or something I could borrow?” Melinda asked desperately.

“Does it look like I have a jacket?” Said Lorraine rolling her eyes.

“Can you please get me something so I don’t have to walk out of her like this?” Melinda asked.

“Why, don’t you want everyone to see how well those pants fit hahahahahahaha. My god how did you ever squeeze your fat ass into those things, there’s a reason for size labels hellooo”. Said Lorraine Conceitedly.

“You pregnant dog, you miserable pregnant dog.” said Melinda angrily

“Don’t get mad at me honey, I’m not the one with I disagree hanging out for all to see hahahaha”, Laughed Lorraine

Melinda scowled angrily at this masochistic pregnant dog. She tried to get herself together but it was no good. She needed to get some scissors & cut herself out of these suffocating pants. They were still extremely tight & clinging to her thighs & legs like a second skin. Her green satin panties clung to her curvaceous, chubby butt. Her ripped latex pants squealed at the seams in the legs as she squirmed & moved around trying to better cover her satin panties.

Lorraine stood smiling smugly with her hands on her hips, her perky, full breasts packed firmly into her straining satin top, her sexy tight butt packed firmly into her jeans, her long curly brown & blonde hair perfectly styled, her beautiful, pouty lips cruel & arrogant as she hounded Melinda with insults. If Lorraine hadn’t been so deeply immersed in further humiliating Melinda with insults that her too tight jeans were beginning to give way. Lorraine had been laughing so hard about Melinda’s split pants that she had failed to notice that with each rise & fall of her cruel laughter that her own jeans were beginning to work their way open, again.
Lorraine’s Jeans button was slowly coming out of the buttonhole, it stopped just before it came alway the out, the slightest movement & it would go.

“I see fat girls like you all the time, come into these clubs. Too fat…Squeeze yourselves into pants too tight, Fat gut’s hanging over the waistbands. You don’t realize that you have to actually be thin!!! Hello!!! You dance around, split your pants & then wonder why,” said Lorraine contemptibly.

“Lose some weight or get a girdle you blimp?” said Lorraine shamefully.

Lorraine looked down at Melinda with her hands firmly on her hips.

“POP….ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”.

Melinda’s face broke into a huge smile & began to laugh heartily.
Lorraine confused & still unaware barked at her…

“What’s so funny tubby?” Lorraine said

“Look’s who talking you fat pregnant dog”. said Melinda between laughs.

Lorraine confused looked around then finally down, sure enough it had happened.
She had been so preoccupied being a pregnant dog that she failed to see that she had burst her too tight jeans open again for the tenth time tonight. Her button had popped open as she had raised her hands to her hips & her zipper had flew open the instant the button gave out. Her Leopard Skin panties were on show.

Lorraine’s hands flew to her undone zipper & button, she went red & desperately stumbled to refasten her jeans as quickly as possible.

“Looks like you’re getting a little TOO FAT FOR YOUR JEANS there heheheheeheehehe” Laughed Melinda.

Lorraine turned around & ran off as fast as her stilettos & tight jeans would allow after she finally closed her zipper & re buttoned her jeans. Melinda was laughing loudly & happily.
Melinda’s laughter was all Lorraine heard as she ran out as fast she could. She passed a girl on her way out who was obviously a friend of Melinda’s checking out where she was.
Melinda’s friend brought her a spare skirt & a jacket. Melinda recanted to her friend the whole bizarre story of the haughty pregnant dog who came to tease her then ended up busting her own pants in doing so. Melinda & Heather (Her Friend) laughed & went back to dance floor & enjoyed the rest of their evening. Lorraine was outside, she had cloistered herself in her car refusing to move. She had been knocked down a peg, for the first time in her life she had been humbled as if by some form of poetic justice. This never happened to her. Why the hell did it happen?
These Jeans had fit perfectly six week ago before her second holiday to france.
France…Had she gained weight on her trip?


(Coming soon Chapter 2 – France)

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