I regret that I haven't worked on this story in a long time. But I thought I'd share quick story related to my script, in real life.
Last night I went to a local strip club - my favourite one in town. Alas, it wasn't a night with a lot of enhanced ladies. Some good lookers, but very few with fake boobs.
Anyways, this very very fair skinned light blond girl kept passing me. With the near ultra-violet lighting in there, she is so white that she almost glowed. She had nice breasts as far as natural boobs go. Great body. Just when I was thinking of leaving, she sits next to me and strikes up a conversation. She's young, intellectual, gorgeous face. When she finally gets around to asking me for a dance, I figure why not?
We go to the back room and wait for the current song to end before we begin. She sits on my lap and we chat some more. Somewhere in there, she mentions her breasts are real. To which I said "funny you mention that, I knew that - but I actually only never get dances with natural girls. I kinda have a thing for fake boobs, but something about you made me decide to forget about that." She was very positive about that. I like it when dancers or massage attendance don't defend, rather embrace and support men's desires. The song ends, the next one starts - marking the beginning of Song #1. Her dance was sensual, rubbing her self all over me. She turns around lifting her hair as she gyrates. Her body is amazing. Her skin is flawless. She reaches back and undoes her bra, then turns back revealing the goods. They're very nice boobs. Quite firm. She must have been in her very early 20's, so that part didn't surprise me. Finally, I ask her "You really don't need to, but have you ever thought about getting them done?" She sorta stops, thinks, and says "I would, but only if someone else paid for it. Like maybe if I could afford it some day - but for now, it would have to be someone else paying." Needless to say, I was super turned on. Then I told her - "Believe it or not, I've been writing a screenplay about almost exactly that. Some rich guy meets a hot girl who offers to buy her boobs, make her even hotter." She gets really into it, asking me more about it. Like are you a writer for a living? I am, which is why I never get around to work on The Agreement - because I have other things I sorta have to focus on. I also told her, unfortunately - I'm not rich. So I'm not that guy who could buy her boobs, but man would I love to. Thinking of my fiction, I then ask her "so let's just say I am rich, and I want to buy you boobs - you'd be interested." She nods very enthusiastically. Then I push further, "Okay, but what if there is a condition that I get to choose the size." She looks at me suspiciously, "Like, how big?" I told her, "I'd want to go pretty big. Like, at first I'd tell you 500cc's, gauge your reaction then maybe push for 600cc's... or more." I don't think she quite knew what that meant. She asked me how big in cup size, so that's when we started miming how big we're talking about. She just kept agreeing. I even told her more about my script "In the story, he picks a huge size for her which is too big for her frame - on the condition that after one year if she still thinks they're too big, he'll agree to pay to have them changed to whatever size she wants."
She even seemed into that. Then she asked me about getting her lips done. That's something she actually wants to get done in the near future. I kinda dig enhanced lips, on only to a point. She already has insane lips. If she hadn't said that I would have thought she'd already gotten work done, but she hasn't... yet.
By this point, my wallet was basically going to be empty. So after three songs or $60 our time together was over. I thanked her politely.
I'm going to keep an eye on this one.
I've got to get back into writing this script. I've appreciated the feedback, and want to incorporate some of the suggestions given to me. But alas, I have a lot of day-job related work ahead of me still. I'm hoping as my slow seasons comes upon us I'll get to work on it again.