The Fireman's Ball (MF)

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 10,614
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He can't fight the fire of their passion...

Courtney's bakery is her only love—until one of the hot firefighters from the station across the street starts making a habit of coming in for her delicious treats. Justin's always flirting, but she knows that's just his way. Guys like him always seem to date the reed-thin anorexic types, instead of big beautiful women like her. Still, a girl can dream. But when her best friend Brittani comes in and begs her to go to the charity Fireman's Auction, Courtney's dream turns sour. The idea of Justin and his fellow firefighters strutting half-naked on stage so desperate women can spend hundred dollars to dance with them is completely demeaning. But Brittani's her best friend. And Courtney's nothing if not a good friend.

The auction is as horrible as Courtney imagined, but she manages to sit through the bidding. Until the last firefighter crosses the stage, and Courtney's blown away by Justin's good looks and gritty sex appeal. Maybe a charitable contribution wasn't the worst idea in the world, after all...and maybe it was time Courtney showed Justin how hot a big, beautiful woman can burn...

Reader note: contains BBW elements and sexy, dancing firefighters

The Fireman's Ball (MF)
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The Fireman's Ball (MF)

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Word Count: 10,614
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The Fireman's Ball

As soon as she saw her best friend stomping toward her bakery, Courtney Anderson knew that Brittani was going to ask her for something. No, insist upon something. Courtney had been best friends with Brittani since the fifth grade, and if there was one thing she knew about her best friend, it was that she never asked. Her resolute stride meant she was on a mission.Courtney sighed and rebalanced the muffin pan in her hand to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead, resigning herself to doing yet another favor for Brittani. “I need you to do something for me tonight, Courtney. Please don’t say no.”With no hi or hello, Courtney knew Brittani needed something, and it was going to be big.“What is it, Brittani?” Courtney was curious but anxious. The more embarrassing or time-consuming Brittani’s requests were, the sweatier and more out of breath she got. Brittani looked like she had just gone on a five-mile run in her high heels and business suit, so Courtney knew it was going to be something huge.“Well…you know how the firefighter auction is tonight?” Brittani pleaded, almost whining, “I didn’t sell my minimum amount of tickets, so I need you to come.”Had she not been holding a pan of warm muffins, Courtney would have probably thrown something at her friend. Even though they had been friends for ages, Courtney had to draw the line somewhere. “No,” she said, emphatically shaking her head. “Absolutely not. It’ll never happen.”The firefighter’s auction was a charity event where normally responsible women got as drunk and giggly as sorority girls, then donated exorbitant amounts of money to charity for the chance to dance with or go on a date with a local firefighter. To make it more demeaning, the firemen were paraded on stage in front of the women, often half-naked. The biggest issue that Courtney had was that many of the firefighters being bid upon worked at the local firehouse right across the street from her shop. She couldn’t imagine seeing some of her most regular customers exposed like that.“Come on, Courtney. You don’t have to go for the men. You don’t even have to bid on someone. It’s all about raising money for charity. Think of all those poor people suffering in the burn unit of the hospital.”Courtney shook her head. She was used to Brittani’s bargaining tricks, and the guilt trip simply wasn’t going to work on her this time. “No way. Absolutely not going to happen.” Courtney tried to give her the most adamant stare she could muster, but to no avail.“Please? I already bought your ticket myself. There will be food and wine. Just go, sit back, and enjoy the show.”Courtney stood there dumbfounded. “You know I would never go to an event like this. It’s degrading and embarrassing. How could you? These are my neighbors, my customers! I can’t look at them like that.”“I’m sorry. I had to. We all had to sell a certain number of tickets, and I was one short. I didn’t want to get in trouble or lose my job.” Brittani looked concerned, almost scared, when she told Courtney this. Courtney knew that Brittani’s position at the charity was a paid one, and pretty much her only source of income besides some freelance grant writing work.“Dammit, Brittani, can’t you just give the ticket to someone else or use it yourself?” She really didn’t want her friend to lose her job, but she also had no intention of going to some sex-tinged spectacle populated with loud, intoxicated women. Even though it was for charity, it was one step away from some all-male review. “I’m not allowed to attend as a guest.” Brittani shrugged. “I’m working the event. And I can’t give the ticket away because I had to register the number to your name for the bidding.”Courtney scrambled for another excuse. “I don’t have anything to wear.” It was desperate, but honest. As a baker, Courtney preferred practical outfits to fancy ones and never had a reason to buy anything for a formal charity event like the auction. Any of the formal dresses buried in the deep recesses of her closet were probably years out of style.Brittani smiled devilishly, and plopped a bag she had been carrying on the counter. Courtney hadn’t been paying attention to it because Brittani was always shopping and was often coming from some store or another.“I knew you were going to try that excuse, so I did some shopping for you. A whole new outfit is in the bag. I put your ticket, the program, and all the necessary information on top.”Courtney stared at the bag for a moment, then glared at Brittani as she put down the muffins to yank the bag from the counter and hide it underneath.“I know, I know. I’m a bitch. Just do me a favor, and try to forgive me by 9:00.” Then, lowering her voice just a bit, she said, “Seriously, Courtney. This is really important. I know I owe you big time.”“I’ll add it to your tab,” Courtney said. She knew that Brittani, despite her flaws, would do anything for her. “What time am I allowed to leave this travesty?”Brittani laughed. “Are you afraid your new clothes will turn into rags at the stroke of midnight? They’re not enchanted, I promise.”Courtney sighed, pushing a strand of hair back from her head. “I just want to know the absolute maximum amount of time I have to stay there.”“Oh, don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Brittani chirped. “Just come, have a few drinks, watch the men strut their stuff, and leave if you must. But who knows? You might actually enjoy yourself. You might actually land yourself a hunk.”“Yes, and then he’ll take one look at me, run away screaming, and demand that the charity give me the money back.” Courtney knew the ball would bring nothing joyous or pleasurable for her. It was a waste of Brittani’s money. The night promised to be about as much fun as a gynecological exam.“Look, if it’s that big of a deal, then feel free to leave whenever you want to,” Brittani said. “Just promise me you’ll stay for the munchies and the auction.” She reached out, squeezed her friend’s hand, and said sincerely, “I know I’m asking a lot from you. I really do appreciate it.” Then she let go of Courtney, spun around, and scampered toward the door. “Who knows? Perhaps you’ll find the firefighter of your dreams!” With that, the door jingled shut.She started pulling the now cool muffins from the pan to place in the display case. If Brittani hadn’t left, Courtney knew she would have tried to find another excuse not to follow through on this debacle. She brushed the loose strand of hair away from her forehead again as she exhaled deeply and tried to focus on work. She looked up at the clock. Three o’clock. Her face flushed as she wondered if Justin would come in.Justin Tacchini came in every three days during his shift at the fire station across the street. Although her bakery was primarily preorders and take-out, Courtney had two small tables for folks who wanted to take a few minutes and enjoy a muffin for breakfast or a pastry for an afternoon snack. Even though he was working, Justin always sat down and had something, smiling and talking with Courtney. Because three o’clock was generally a slow time of day, she usually had a few moments to spare.Justin was the sexiest man she had ever met. He stood a half foot taller than she, with light olive skin and soft, black hair. He was always a gentlemen, with his soft, almost shy, smile and tender eyes, and as a firefighter, he was fit and muscular. Courtney couldn’t imagine a more perfect specimen of a man. Because he worked across the street, Courtney got to see him every three days. Part of her felt a little creepy knowing his schedule that intimately, but she convinced herself that a good business owner should know the routines of her regular customers. Justin was as generous as he was handsome and would often buy muffins or pastries for the whole crew, something that other firemen who frequented her shop rarely did.

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