"W-We are g-going to her p-penthouse downtown." Cleotiti says. "She s-said she didn't want to c-come to a "dump" l-like this."
You felt a little insulted. The Daily Tombstone was a great place. How could she call it a dump?
Cleotiti took you in her shaking hand and left the building, heading for her car. Once in her car, she placed you in a cup-holder and drove off.
About 40 minutes later, you arrive at the apartment building the penthouse was at. It was a much more expensive building than Monster Arms and much nicer. Henrietta's penthouse was the entirity of the top 3 floors.
Putting you on her shoulder, Cleotiti walks up to the intercom. She pushes a button. "Ms. de Hellta? I am Cleotiti. We have an interview with you schedueled." She was trying to sound professional inspite of her fear. A few seconds pass, and then a German-accented voice came through the speaker.
"You may enter."
You and Cleotiti enter the building and head for the elevator. Cleotiti pushes the button for floor 68, the bottom of Henrietta's penthouse.
A few seconds later, the elevator reaches the floor and the doors open. You look at the penthouse in awe. It was really high class. Marble floors, various paintings and sculptures, rare plants everywhere. As much of a bitch as she was, Henrietta knew how to live.
And sitting at a mahogeny table in the center, eating a massive meal, was Henrietta herself. She was only clad in black underwear that you guessed was made of some expensive material. And from the looks of it, she was even fatter now than she was in the picture. Her gargantuan rear and giant breasts were straining the underwear, and her titanic belly filled up her lap.
She turned her head and looked at you. Slowly, she got up out of the chair and waddle towards you. Even on Cleotiti's shoulder, you felt the tremors.
"Greetings, Ms. Cleotiti." Henrietta said, in the same German accent as on the intercom. You had thought a servent called down. "You have the honor of being in the presence of the greatest and fattest BBW model in history, Henrietta de Hellta!"
Great, we just met and already she's being an egotist.
"Do you have any servents? We've never heard you speak before, so we didn't know that was you." Cleotiti says, still trying to sound professional.
"I do, but I refuse to let them use the intercom. I don't want to deny the public the chance to hear my lovely voice." Henrietta told her. She was really being an egotist.
Before she continued, she saw you on Cleotiti's shoulder. How does she react?
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