"Quick, put on the red set," Levesque told her, pointing to the top box. Bria shuffled behind it, wishing there was another box to fully hide her nudity. Confused and ashamed she looked into the box and was surprised to find it full of lacey lingerie.
A lingerie party! She nearly sagged with relief, pretending that no part of her was disappointed. With a fake smile (all models wear smiles, she reminded herself) she picked up the skimpy, but rather tasteful red pair, quickly donning the panties and then the top. She was initially worried that they would be the wrong size, but they were either one size fit all (or most), or the model who cancelled shared her spectacular curves. With growing confidence and a sense of finally doing something that would further her goals she stood in the middle of the stage.
'Ugly old hags,' she thought, looking at her audience, although she supposed it wasn't their fault that they weren't born sexy like her.
Levesque shrugged out of his jacket, leaving him in a slightly frilly dress shirt (probably french, she thought). Girly as Bria thought the shirt was, she had to admit that he filled it nicely. The women seemed to think so too, alternating between looking at his upper and lower body, which was nicely shown off by his tight black trousers.
Bria admired the view herself for a moment, before remembering that a model is just a moving manniken, there to show the clothes off. She decided to strike a few poses for this particular pair of lingerie.
"Stop moving," Levesque hissed at her, and she flushed, returning to a neutral stance.
Smiling at the audience he welcomed them. "Ladies, I am so very flattered that you should all be here. Flattered, and very pleased to be surrounded by so many beautiful women."
The women twittered as he continued to butter them up. Bria fought not to roll her eyes, knowing that a model mustn't show any expression beyond what they were expressly told to.
Levesque went into full salesman mode, talking all about the wonderful varieties of lingerie, as well as the importance of quality while still maintaining affordability. Clearly these weren't the most affluent of women if they were gathering in a shop for a lingerie party. Bria fought another sneer as she looked over their clothes.
Levesque's voice broke through her thoughts. "Many wonderful colors to complement your natural color or your own clothes! And of course the top," he cupped her breast, squeezing it. Only Bria's long experiences with beauty contests and their invariable live surprises kept her from leaping through the roof. "matches the bottom," he finished, and cupped her pussy, making her lips fly open. She stopped her protest before it began, and she had such good control that she never lost the flirty expression she'd mastered in the contests. If anything the surprise made her look like she was about to orgasm.
Before she could think of protesting he'd removed his hands. "This particular top has very comfortable edges. No shoddy sewing or sharp edges to dig into the tender flesh of your breasts," he assured, running his fingers along every edge, pushing his finger slightly under the edges. "The material not only looks wonderful it feels good too, with no harshness without or within to aggravate your sensitive skin," he added, running fingers beneath the bra to prove it.
Bria stifled a gasp, keeping her happy expression on her face as his fingers rubbed around her aureola and the sides of her breasts
"Wonderfully comfortable! Don't your breasts feel wonderful, Bria?" he squeezed her breasts again, making her gasp.
"Uh, yes," she said, then clearly feeling that she should say more, added, "My tits, er, breasts feel terrific."
"Besides comfortable material they are designed to still offer wonderful support, helping your back and looks by holding up your breasts," he put his hands below Bria's mammaries, lifting and bouncing them up and down a few times. "Be a dear and jump up and down for us, Bria."
Trying not to look anyone in the eye Bria made a few jumps, her breasts jiggling but, she had to admit, they were surprisingly well contained and comfortable. 'I should buy a pair,' she found herself thinking, missing Levesque's first request for her to stop bouncing. She flushed in embarrassment, catching a few rude remarks from the ladies.
"As you can see the support is not only in the bottom," he said, his hands as always touching the parts he mentioned, "But also the sides, making this bra suitable even for athletic activities. Though, of course I don't expect any of you respectable women to bounce up and down. It's just..." he faltered.
"Cheap," one muttered. "Desperate," another snickered back. "Slutty," another offered in a slightly louder tone. Bria felt her face flush a little.
"Oh, and of course I must add that this model not only feels wonderful, and gives fabulous support, it also shapes. It will lift breasts up," he cupped Bria's chest and lifted it slightly. Her breasts were already so firm that to lift them higher would look ridiculous. His hands abruptly switched the the sides, pushing her breasts together. "And it will push them together to give you marvelous cleavage. Almost as if someone's hands were pushing them together. No matter how hard." He demonstrated by alternating between pushing her breasts together and letting them go. Sure enough there wasn't much difference, even when he really squashed them, which made the ladies laugh a little.
Their salesman paused in his pitch, his hands cupping her breasts again, idly tracing over the fabric as he talked. "Bras, of course, are not just for functionality. They are also to entice. Breasts are an aphrodesiac to men, to be used to taunt, tease and delight men, as well as show off what you have. Useful to women in all professions, from your own business careers down to, well, hookers. Isn't that right Bria?"
Bria's mouth parted. Had he just called her a hooker? "Right," she nodded vigorously, fighting to keep the old white smile bared on her face. Without even planning to she added, "Gotta sell the goods you know." To emphasize it she gyrated her hips and shook her tits. Some of the women looked more intently as her while others sneered, tittered or looked scandalized.
"There is one more convenient feature I would like to show you distinguished ladies while we're talking about men. Amorous encounters," he drawled in his rich voice and the ladies seemed to perk up and lean towards him. "Whether you be of the mind to have quickies," he squeezed her quickly. "Or longer encounters, you'll want to reward your man and yourself at some point by freeing up your lovely globes to pleasure and be pleasured. Bria, show them the release."
Bria reached automatically behind her back, only to realize the release wasn't there. The salesman laughed. "No no, Bria, unlike you not all ladies have the flexibility of a stripper. This bra places the clasp in a sensible place where not only your lover will be able to access it without fumbling, well, quite so much, but also you will have an easy time open getting in or out."
Cold air assaulted her nipples as he undid the front-clasp release, freeing her tits from their confines. He held the bra open to display her wondrous orbs to the crowd, stiff nipples pointing thickly at them.
"Now of course I don't sell the same results when you free your breasts. Not unless you know a good plastic surgeon, I suppose," he chuckled, and they laughed with him. Bria, still shocked from being made to flash a crowd took a moment to realize that he was suggesting her breasts were fake. Worse, the entire crowd seemed certain of it, which brought a red tinge to her cheeks, even as it added an extra warmth to her tingling loins. "Easy to release, easy to conceal," he said, demonstrating several times.
"Of course a bra is never complete without its sister-piece down below, a respectable pair of panties."
Bria gritted her teeth together as Levesque's finger went to her mound. |