Augmentation

Mary Jane HATED it when dancers got implants. "It's not fair. My tits are my thing and they're real dammit!"

She did have giant gorgeous breasts with perfect, powder pink nipples. But they looked like a real hassle to haul around, if you want to know the truth. They looked like the kind that would fall to your knees around age seventy.

Sweetwater had the nicest augmentation I have ever seen. She got saline, instead of silicone. She didn't go ridiculously large, and she had the implants inserted behind her muscle wall, "for accurate mammograms". This also lent them a natural curve. She told me, "I wanted good ones and I paid for it doing porno flicks. A cheap set like most of these bitches settled for would have been one porno film. The ones I got, I paid for with 3 pornos." (This confession came over makeup and latex in the dressing room, after another dancer rented a video with her boyfriend and saw a flat-chested Sweetwater getting a rim job.)

Mine are real C Cups -- not perfect, but fun. I'm against tit jobs.

One night Dominique's horror show of a DD tit job blew up. First they swelled rock hard and fire engine red; but she kept dancing. Then they got HOT! But she kept dancing. Then she got hot all over, running a temperature of 103. She tried to keep dancing but we corralled her in the dressing room and called her husband to take her to the ER. The crazy bitch bit us! She was the meanest dancer I ever worked with, although she worked hard and she wasn't a thief. She also had a freight load of fucked up issues. She had been abused so badly as a child that she couldn't even drink through a straw without setting off her gag reflex.

She took a week off work while the implant was replaced. Then she was back and dancing as hard as ever.

But her tit job still looked like a horror show.