Well I just finished a bbw filming-without-permission trip to Virginia Beach for blackstreetbbw.com, and I got to say that this trip was a little less eventful than the others, although I did see a little wierdness on the bus on the way there.
It still had it’s moments starting with this nasty white fat lady I saw when I got to the Wal-Mart (a bUw!).
Have you ever seen this?
The woman was outside washing herself with her own spit in from of a trash can. And not clean spit either. Nasty mucous sounding spit. Her knockers must’ve been filthy to deserve the treatment she was giving them, and for them to actually be getting clean from this process! “HhhAAACcKk!! Ptooie!” Then she used what she’d just spat out onto a napkin to reach into her big Kool-Aid-Man red t-shirt and wash her breasts! Yuck! Wouldn’t want to handle those!
Event Two: I hit Wal-Mart out there for the second time, thinking maybe there’d be some bbw there this time around. Things’d been hot at the mall, but the best women had already left. Plus, I wa kind of hoping that some of them had left for Wal-mart. There was this one woman in there that was really hot, but I was thinking like ‘I bet she’s not going to Wal-Mart. With my luck, this woman right there with the way smaller breasts is going there.’ I was actually right on that. Exactly right. Too bad. I also thought the assoicate there that officially put the ‘ass’ in ASSociate would be on the clock as [seemed]always. I was right on that point too. And on a third point: taping her today would be overshooting her.
I already knew I’d been creeping her out with my saturday appearances. I knew that from the last time I’d gone there and had the audacity to get in her checkout line. She helped all the customers before me, but called a male associate over while she was doing it. When he asked her why she needed him she replied something like “Do I really need to tell you?”, and turned her register over to him when she’d gotten through the customers to me. Then she went and ‘hid’ behind her girlfriend at the next register, like she could hide her big behind. The guy was totally professional with me, rung me up, and then the girl took her register back from him (I’m almost positive ’cause I saw her walk right back, but I didn’t want to look too obvious looking back like that so I stopped short of finding out for certain.). But yeah, that’s what happened last week.
What happened involving this big booty beauty this week was I was trying to get a dangercam video out of her, and I was like ‘this has to be my last video of her because I’ve clearly overshot her’ [my personal definition of overshoot: To videotape a girl knowing full well she’s on to me and is about to say something or take some other kind of action.] I knew better than to get in her line, so I got in the next line over, the one that’d give me the rear- and superior- view anyway. Then the video got ruined by one of AOL’s official hated grocery shoppers: the person who will not move their cart up so the people behind them can get their groceries on the belt. Or in my case, get thier body into prime shooting position. Booty girl’d seen me there using her paranoia skill,so I really need the bitch in front of me to move her shit, but she wouldn’t, and I was in no real spot to try and ask or make her. Didn’t want to make noise or my plans any more obvious.
Booty girl got on the intercom and called for a manager at her register. I knew I was running out of time, and the woman in front of me would not move. I’m thinking ‘Once that red coat gets here, I’m gonna have to run, vid or no vid.’ Of course, the dangercam was running hot the whole time, so technically I did have a vid, and I was able to move up a little at the last second as she simultaneously moved that behind out a little further where I could see it a little better. Two things came together there, but two staff members also came together there, and she explained some kind of thing about me to the red coat woman who showed up quickly for her. That woman took booty girl’s mic and called a real manager over to the line number of the lane I was in, not the ASSociate’s line, so I was pretty sure I was in trouble. Sensing that, I moved to the next line, and the red coat got back on to and altered the lane number in the request accordingly. Time to split! But how to get out with my needed lithium dangercam batteries?
Aha! I’ll buy them in electronics and then get the hell out of here and not come back. Had to watch my back though; it’s a good thing I did, because the woman realized I was trying to escape and didn’t have time to wait for the big guy, so she took matters into her own hands and gave chase. I knew I’d have to ditch her or the batteries, so I chose to lose her instead and lost her by aisle-weaving my way to the electronics area. I think she made another call on her walkie talkie saying I was on the move before I did. I got my batteries though, and got my ass out of walmart. Safely. Good.
Rather than make another blog post, I’d like to just add this final update sighting of her here. I saw her again the next week wanted to try this dangercam 640 video thing one more time by making a quickie. I would turn it on and just walk past her. One good passby and then never tape her again. Unfortunately my cover was already blown because I’d passed by her before on my way in the store where we discovered each other in the first place for that day. By the time I came back around to make the vid, trouble was already ready. She and the man who’d ‘rescued’ her from me two weeks prior looked at me extremely discreetly as I made my approach and the man said “That’s him?” The answer was affirmative, so he tried to get my attention, but the answer from me was nothing, because I was trying to ignore him, play my whole absolutely failed video off and get away, but he kept at it, and seeing I was paying him no mind and instead slinking off, he gave chase, and he was harder to get rid of than the red coat from the week before. To get him off me, I had to make it look like I was really just in a hurry and thinking about my short grocery list. It worked well enough. I got back to the dairy area, conviently located in the very back of the store so he’d have to follow me far. Maybe that was a problem for him, because he did have to leave his post to do this. I’d heard him hollar off to somebody politely “Just watch my post!” as he took off after me. Maybe seeing me get my eggs and cheese to buy them and leave satisfied him enough to get him to leave me alone.
What I was thinking at the time, and still am now though, is… What would I have done if he’d decided to run? Running for me would’ve been out of the question! Hmmm…