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Stephanie Stalls: Leave It To Cleavage

September 15, 2011 by Elliot James
Stephanie: look as much as you want.

Stephanie: look as much as you want.

“It’s hard to hide my boobs,” Stephanie Stalls says. “I like shirts that are tight on my boobs. They have to be tight and they have to show my cleavage. If I’m walking somewhere, guys will whistle at me or say, ‘You’re hot.’ Or they’ll be staring at me, and I’ll wave at them to let them know I saw them. Give them a smile.”

Stephanie has a great philosophy. And she practices her philosophy.

How many times have we seen a busty girl who tries to downplay her boob size or looks annoyed when she sees you checking out her chest? It happens a lot. I’ve lost track and so has Dave. I had a sighting the other day at a Miami mall–a woman seriously putting the hurt on a white T-shirt–and the same thing happened. It’s sad and not just because I thought that she had a lot of potential to actually model for SCORE.

That’s why a boob man has to appreciate Stephanie’s attitude. If they could all be like her, the world would be a better place. At least the big-boobed world.

That’s one of the reasons we’re always happy when Stephanie visits SCORE.

She makes the world a better place for boob men.

A lunchtime sighting proves short people have a reason to live

November 25, 2009 by Elliot James
Okay, this seems like a good height.

Okay, this seems like a good height.

Last Wednesday, I went to lunch with Dave and Fernando, our records supervisor. We went to the usual place since Dave won’t eat anywhere else. I don’t mind because Wednesday seems to be MILF day there. Now, if you know South Florida, especially Miami, the women tend to dress hot, whether the weather is actually hot or not. Tight tops and blouses. Tight jeans, shorts or skirts. Lots of bling. “Look at my feet” high heels. the place gets a mix of nearby office workers, college students and mothers with kids off from school.

Elevator shoes would help.

Elevator shoes would help.

I’ll skip the part about what we ordered and get to the point. We’re eating when I look to my left and see a tall girl about 26-28 years old with long, blonde hair at the register. She’s about five-nine in traditional black pumps, a very tight grey skirt cut above the knees and a dazzling tight white top under a short, very tight, grey matching jacket. Basically, a business suit, but on her, it looks phenomenal. She has a great rack–very busty. I can tell she’s busty and proud because her top is squishing her big boobs in, an effect that creates a rounded “breast shelf.” This makes her chest SUPER prominent. I estimate she’s an E-cupper or higher. I keep checking her out, trying not to look like Anthony Perkins in Psycho 4…or was it 3? My lunch mates take the time away from their beautifully prepared meals to check her out, too. Someone reminds me that the busty girls we see in real life are much smaller-chested when they are compared to SCORE and V-Mag models. Of course, he’s right. And the right clothes and undies can create a bustier look. Most of them are, in reality, more like Bella, the Naughty Neighbors girl Dave did a blog video with and who I still think is too small-chested for SCORE.

When the electronic “hey, your order is ready, where the hell are you?” gizmo lights up, she walks to the pick-up counter and is given a take-out bag, then leaves. So that’s that! She’s not going to eat here and possibly sit by your SCORE staffers. Goodbye, blonde bombshell. Should I run after her and hand her one of the SCORE photographers’ business cards I have in my wallet? I don’t. But wait. A few minutes later, the blonde returns with her lunch bag, and now she’s with a guy. He’s an ordinary looking dude wearing a baseball cap and street clothes, no suit. They’re chummy and obviously know each other. Maybe he works for the same company she does. What’s very noticeable is the height disparity. He’s about four or five inches shorter than she is, so his eyeline is a straight line to the top of her cleavage. They sit across the room and eat their chummy lunch. Lucky dude. Occasionally she shoots a glance at our table. Perhaps she recognizes Dave and me from our popular appearances on SCORELAND and is thinking about asking for our autographs but is shy.

Being short can be a blessing.

Being short can be a blessing.

After lunch, we head to the car. They leave right after we do. Driving out of the parking lot, we notice them standing by a car talking. They’re not rushing to drive off. Her body language shows she’s very interested in the guy. It seems like more than a lunch meeting. The height difference is more apparent in the outdoors. As we drive pass them, she looks at us. I don’t know what to make of that. But I felt like pulling a Peter Falk/Columbo routine and going over to her and saying, “Oh, Miss, just one more thing… Have you ever thought of modeling?” I don’t. I might have, but the guy’s presence kills the idea before it hatches. Who wants a stranger bothering you and a date? Let alone a guy who wants to see your lady friend naked in pictures and videos.

What did I learn from all of this last week? Something I’ve known for a long time. Short guys can get big-boobed girls. A short guy who loves big boobs should never let height differences stop him from trying. Tall girls with big tits like short guys because the guy will always be looking at her chest. When I lived in Vegas, I’d always see tall, huge-boobed stripper-types with short guys. (Of course, some of these are cash deals.) And let’s look at that great actor, Mickey Rooney, five-foot-three and married eight times, all of his wives tall, beautiful and often busty.

And to the busty blonde customer from last week, if you’re reading this, please check out this link to our model info page. It can’t hurt. Thanks!

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