Made To Be Broken: A BBW BDSM Erotic Romance

When curvy Alexis lands a job as a hostess at an exclusive club for wealthy clients with a taste for the fuller figure she's looking to make rent, not find love. This all changes when she meets the enigmatic Daniel Trafford and a brutal but sensual encounter leads to her finding the acceptance she deserves in the arms of a dominant billionaire who believes that rules are made to be broken.

Please note: This 8,600 word work of erotic fiction is intended for adults only and contains scenes of female masturbation, spanking, bdsm and steamy sex between a dominant alpha male and a magnificent BBW.

Excerpt:

"Could you take off your clothes please Ms Martin?"

This had been, without doubt, the weirdest job interview ever. My friend Jenny put me up to it. Hostess at some exclusive club. I thought she was joking at first. Hostesses tend to be leggy blondes, all tan and teeth. I was anything but. I guess I'm pretty enough. I have the sort of figure that drives some men crazy, but I don't really have the kind of figure that a club would want to put on display.

"I understand it's an unusual request. The Redmond Club caters for an exclusive clientèle, a very wealthy exclusive clientèle with..." He leaned back for a moment, "let's just say very particular tastes. I'm not messing around here. I'm not going to rub one out under the desk as soon as I get a glimpse of bare flesh. I am a professional. I only hire professionals."

He looked a little frustrated and I had the feeling I was about to be sent packing. If not for the exclusive uptown address I'd have thought this whole thing was a scam. Someone trying to trick me into doing some BBW porn, but the location was way too high rent for that.

"Our clients want to enjoy your company in a relaxed and friendly environment. They don't want awkward girls who have a complex about being called 'thunder-thighs' in high school. They want women who are comfortable in their own skin."

The thing was, if I couldn't do this I was a hypocrite. I was always telling myself I felt good about the way I looked. Was that true or had I just been lying to myself? Jenny had heard rumors that the money here was incredible and I really needed the money. My life had kind of fallen apart over the last couple of months and it turns out that once you dump your rich but unfaithful boyfriend and lose your cushy job for turning up late once too often this is actually a pretty expensive city to live in. Who knew? Either way if I didn't get a job in the next couple of weeks I wouldn't be able to make rent on my shitty apartment and that's all she wrote.

"OK." I took a deep breath. Even though I managed to convince myself that I liked my body most mornings that didn't mean I had any desire to show it off to complete strangers. I took off my jacket and undid my blouse, shrugging it off my shoulders. I followed this up by unzipping and dropping my skirt. At this point I was wishing I'd warn something other than the rather drab shaper panties and matching bra. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and my chest reddened a little as I unhook my bra, freeing my impressive breasts and reluctantly shimmied out of my panties, trying to bend over as little as possible.

I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands, not that it would do much good as far as my massive breasts were concerned, and instead left them hanging awkwardly at my side. I stood naked still and silent as the interviewer took his time looking over my body.