An Interesting Afternoon

Upon returning to the office, Lauren parked in her reserve parking space located deep within the underground parking garage of her office building. Getting out of the car and walking it up with the key fob, she drops the keys in her purse and heads for the elevators. It during the long walk from one end of the parking garage to the other does she take that time to think about and process her latest what happened.

Heels echoing loudly, she fiddles with her top and skirt then tugs on her jacket, feeling solace and a return to normal from the restrictive undergarments and the soft bouncing of her padded and stuffed bra. Trying to get a grip on her emotions, she struggles to hide the confusion behind a mask of steely-eyed confidence. "That was the weirdest therapy session ever, but now you are back at work Lauren you can't let anybody see you as anything less than perfect and composed." Pumping herself up under her breath, she finally reaches the shiny, stainless steel doors and pushes the up arrow. While waiting she pushes up on her faux bust, allowing a grin to spread her lips as a familiarity of her "big" boobs against her hand finishes her return to normalcy. "You are hot and you are stacked, now it's time to enjoy all of the jealous stares." When the doors open, takes a confidence step inside.

When they open again on her floor, Lauren takes a deep breath and steps back into her environment and looks around at the busy office will they looked of scream satisfaction and pride all over her face. It is short-lived when the very first thing she sees is every woman in the office naked as a day they were born! Eyes opening wide as all of the air in her lungs instantly rushes like the wind from her open mouth, she cannot help but feel pang after pang after pang of jealousy as she's zeros in on every pair of tits, one rapid second at a time! **** to blink when her eyes start drying out, when they open she sees everybody wearing their clothes again and the images of all of those natural boobs only become a memory.

"Hey Lauren, the team is waiting for you in the conference room to go over the Hildeberg case." A very happy and always smiling brunette, wearing big round glasses, says with her always present chipperness.

Blinking a couple of more times to see if all of the girls in the office are going to be naked again, Lauren takes a calm and measured breath before looking at and addressing the paralegal. "Ugh, Ashley... How many times do I have to remind you to at least let me actually step out of the elevator before you come running up to me having to jabber on about something?" Lauren spats as she makes it a point to stick out her chest.

Seeing the perky and prominent C cups of Lauren push out from her petite torso makes the happy-go-lucky brunette blush. "I know but you are out of the elevator Lauren." She says, unable to make eye contact while standing there sheepishly.

Realizing that the woman is right, Lauren cannot admit it and so tosses her hair as she sticks up her nose. "Well then give me a little bit more time then." She says then pivots on her eloquent heels and wiggles her tightly packed and perfect looking butt down the hall. "Ashley, while I am looking over this case with the team, do you think you could go down to Starbucks and get me a lemon zest frappe? Extra foam, cream and lots and lots of sugar."

"Yes ma'am." The paralegal says completely intimidated as she struggles to catch up with the purposeful walk of her superior. "What size?"

Rolling her eyes, Lauren answers sounding most annoyed. "What size?"

"Ummm.... Yes, what size coffee do you want?" Ashley says the moment the vocal hiccup passes.

"One that won't have to make me push down these God forsaken and overly restrictive underpants." Lauren says roughly and then stops abruptly when she realizes what just tumbled out of her mouth!

Stopping on a dime at almost the same exact time as the curvy and busty blonde, Ashley looks down to see that she is just inches away from crashing into Lauren's perfect and firm, heart-shaped behind! "Ex... Excuse me, ma'am?"

Thinking on the fly, Lauren turns around and smiles. "I think you heard me just fine. I don't want to have to go to the bathroom and be **** to peel off this obscenely tight panty girdle!" Her eyes opening even wider, Lauren slaps a hand to her mouth unable to believe the level of honesty about herself coming out of it! "If you have to know, I sometimes wear these things when I haven't had time to go to the gym. My clothes are tailored to an exact size and even a half an inch makes them unbearable to wear. Now you better keep your mouth shut or you will find your happy little butt out on the corner begging for coins just to get by, understand?"

Looking down at her pigeon-toed toes, Ashley starts nodding her head vigorously up and down. "Y.... Yes ma'am. I won't tell anyone, I swear!"

Standing a little taller and wrestling with pride, Lauren sticks out her chest like a peacock shows off its feathers. "Good, now run along you worthless excuse for a wannabe lawyer. The *real* one has work to do."

Without another word spoken between the two, Lauren watches as the petite and now meager paralegal turns and rushes away. Satisfied that everything is back under control and the pecking order has been irreversibly restored, she spins on her heels one more time and finishes her trek to the conference room. Walking in as if she is the CEO, Lauren comes to the head of the conference table where five paralegals are pouring over the state prosecution of their client. "Okay team, what do we got?" She says sounding like a master strategist, confident and her tactical superiority.

"Squat." A male paralegal says, still bent over the table looking through mounds of strewn paperwork.

"Excuse me?" Lauren asks, not hearing him properly.

"Nada, nothing, zilch. The state attorney's office has filled out every stitch of paper, $700 documents, perfectly. I think they've learned." He says finally making eye contact.

Standing at the head of the table like a conquering general, Lauren continues looking at the wall imperiously. "That's impossible. The State attorney general has an office full of nincompoops and incompetent morons. There is no way that they haven't made a mistake or a slew of them for that matter! Maybe you're just not cut out for this anymore." Lauren says to a man who has been the most efficient of everyone on the team. In fact they call him Eagle Eye, Eagle-Eyed Dave.

Not letting the insults get to him, Dave stands up and motions with his hands over the table. "I promise you that they got it right this time. We're not going to be able to get this case dismissed on a technicality and you know as well as everybody else that he is as guilty as the day he was born."

"That's impossible. It's obvious that the lack of my presence has affected everybody else's vision. I promise you that if I find a single misspelling or filing or even a procedural mistake, I will have your ass nailed to my office door!" Lauren barks, even though she sits in a cubicle with the other junior associate attorneys.

"Fine, have at it. If you need any help you know where to find us." Dave says and then motions his four co-workers to leave the room.

Watching everybody file out, Lauren huffs the moment the conference room doors shut. "Who needs those losers anyway. I can do this all by myself. I should certainly be able to buy now, I've been watching and learning from them long enough."covering her mouth again, Lauren just revealed another truth. She can't even do the job but she is in charge of because like everything else, she lies.

She cheated her way through law school, cheated on her bar exam and has now been cheating and stealing the work of others in order to keep her job. Walking up to the conference table completely covered in a sea of paper, she starts looking through the documents not really knowing what she is looking at it all. Determined as she is stubborn, Lauren starts reading anyway hoping that lady luck well shine her everlasting and loving light down on her this day.

After 15 minutes, which feels like 2 hours to the blonde dubonte, Lauren throws up her hands, paper flying everywhere in disgust! "What a crock! How can none of those blind idiots find anything? I'm going to get them back in here and go over this again! How dare they leave me all alone, don't they know who I am?" Talking down on her jacket, Lauren strides powerfully to the door when it suddenly opens, nearly smacking her in the process!

"Hi Lauren, here's that tall frappe you wanted!" Ashley sings, thrusting it out, nearly crashing it into Lauren's chest!

Reeling back just in the nick of time, Lauren's face fills with rage as her hand flies sending the cup spilling all over the place! "JESUS CHRIST YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! YOU ALMOST RUINED A $250 MILANO MADE FROM 100% SILK AND A VICTORIA'S SECRET BOMBSHELL BRA! DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THEY ARE NOWADAYS?!?" Screaming at the top of her lungs and full of fury, Lauren's eyes open wide the moment Ashley's do and drop down to her vaunted C cups! Flushing instantly, Lauren starts backtracking nervously. "I uh... Uh... Don't actually need it... I wear it for comfort and to give the girls some extra oomph!"

Still staring at the perky bulbs pushing out Lauren's jacket, even Ashley can see that the blonde's boobs are not practically exploding within the confines of that expensive, $250 blouse. Slowly looking back up and into the wild-eyed terror stricken eyes of the junior associate lawyer, Ashley smiles as she pushes up on her own little perkies. "I don't really care Lauren. A lot of women are not as blessed as they want others to think. Did you really expect me to think any differently about you?"

Hearing those softly spoken words causes Lauren to **** as a huge weight drops to the pit of her stomach... "No... No! I misspoke! I'm all natural, just like my mom and my sister! I don't stuff my bra like the other girls do." Lauren says quickly, her words speeding out like a bullet train.

"Who said anything about stuffing?" Ashley asks completely confused as her eyes dropped to Lauren's infamous perky boobs one more time. Blushing herself and not really sure what to say, the awkwardness takes over and soon Ashley is just babbling. "I mean, if you did stuff your bra, which would be like totally pathetic and pretty childish, which I know you don't do! It would just be really shocking if you have like no tits whatsoever! Know what I mean? But surely you must be telling the truth because why would a woman like you need to falsify her assets? You are clearly confident and that obviously has to come from possessing such a fantastic and full figure that is perfect in all the right places. Well... It will be after you go back to the gym so you don't have to wear your Spanx anymore..."

"GET. OUT!!!!" Lauren screams and then slams the conference room door right in Ashley's face! Turning on her heels, she walks angrily back to the papers and starts looking over them and throwing them every time she can't find what she is looking for!

As for ashley, she is standing in front of the door with tears rolling down her cheeks as blood rushes from her cute little button nose.