MsCezanne's Odyssey

It wasn't unusual for their risers to be occupied when they first got there, but this was the first time that their occupiers were, in Karen's blunt evaluation, fat cows.

She turned to Tim, the bartender, who already had their regular drinks ready, and asked what was going on. He replied that the 'fat club' came every Thursday.

Karen turned back to her risers and watched. She grudgingly admitted that the women up there could dance, even if they were so gross. She looked around the club, it was packed. It wasn't the normal crowd though, there were a lot of women who were fat, and a few women who were bigger than Karen had ever seen. As a proportion, there were more thin men, but there plenty of big guys, and even a few truly mountainous ones. She was surprised to see a few very attractive guys dancing with the fat girls though.

She noticed one guy, an absolute Adonis, was watching the women on her riser. Normally Karen wouldn't approach a man, but he was something special. If he thought those whales could dance, wait until he got a load of her! She waded through the sea of flesh finally coming up to him. She began her best dancing moves. It was a little tough for her, she was used to having the room on the risers, but it was going pretty well considering, she thought. After a few minutes though, she realised that he had seen her, but had shown no interest what so ever. In fact, he even made a point of inviting one of the women down from the riser, the biggest one, Karen noticed, and began to dance with her. Karen was pretty sure that he was doing this as much to show Karen as any one else. She retreated to join her friends.

***

It was Thursday night, and Karen could already feel the music booming as she went into the club. It was a special night for her, she was wearing size 14 for the first time. She was hoping it would be enough to get her up on the riser.

She walked up to the bar and did a little twirl for Tim. He nodded approvingly at her new dress and pushed over her usual drink and fried cheese sticks.

Next she found Michael. He'd been talking with Andrea, the girl he'd been dancing with the night they met. Even though Karen and Andrea were friendly, Karen couldn't help but be jealous of the attention Andrea would get on Thursday nights. She was a terrific dancer, but so much curvier than Karen was, despite the weight she'd been gaining. Seeing Karen coming over, Andrea moved up to the riser and began putting on her show for the rest.

"I love the dress," Michael smiled at Karen, gently sliding over a basket of chicken wings, as though she might not know they were for her.

Karen smiled back "Size 14," she twirled for him, and then slapped her bum to emphasize its slight jiggle. "Think I'm ready?"

Michael shrugged and winced, not keen to deliver bad news, "You've got the moves, but you just don't have the wiggle."