"There's a super-big thing coming up this week, the International Miss Huge Tits and Ass Pageant," she said. "I've dreamed of winning it ever since I was a little girl. I guess 'cause my mom won it back then."
"Y-You don't say." I was having trouble concentrating - after all, I had a dog-eared stack of every single one of her photos, pictorials, and centerfolds. "Your m-mother won it? She must be very, uh, very proud."
"Three times, actually," she said. "The record still stands. So, mom's going with me, too. And I, well, I kind of have a favor to ask."
"What do you need?"
"Will you go with us? I mean, backstage and everything. It's just, well, the other girls can be pretty catty sometimes, especially in the dressing room, so it would be super-nice if a big strong man like you, you know, if you could just be there for us." She looked at me with those beautiful, emerald-green eyes. "Please?"
I grinned. "Sure, Rosie. Anything you want."