Where's the best place to look for ? Obviously, the Victoria's Secret Store; chicks can't seem to stop buying bras and panties, even when it's apparent that they will never be able to use all the ones that they have already. You take a stroll to the nearest escalator and head up to the women's department on the second floor. A cursory glance is all it takes to spot the largest store on the floor, complete with the endless rows of lingerie-sporting models. The search for your friend just got that much harder.
Walking in, you start moving down the aisles of women, hoping you'd spot the one you are looking for. After half an hour, the search seems futile and you're ready to give up. Might as well feel up some bras or something to justify the trip. Moving to one of the models, you look around cautiously, then reach up and grope one of the model's breasts through the silky bra. What a feel.
"Excuse me, may I help you?"
You spin around quickly, your face turning a nice shade of red. "Ummmm..." you manage to stutter, not quite embarrassed, but sensing a much greater future embarrassment. In your haste to come up with an excuse, you fail to recognize her. Apparently, she is quick to recognize you.
"Hey, what's up ?" she says. You glance up from your feet and, what do you know, it's Marissa, a chick you know from school.
"Oh, you know, just uhhh..."
She smiles coyly as she twists her blonde hair in her fingers. She sees your eyes dart towards the top of her lace bra sticking out of her suit jacket, and her green eyes look back at you naughtily. |