Every little helps.

"Whaddaya say?" he asks again, standing now and tossing the twenty on top of the first. He's wearing a checked shirt too, similar to yours in fact, but less feminine and hiding muscles, not the big, firm breasts you've just exposed to him.

"Ok," you whisper again, and again his eyebrows rise. Not so sharply this time, he's not as taken aback.

"Awesome," he grins and squeezes his muscular frame around the desk to stand next to you. He's not that much taller than you, but he's much more imposing. And again, he's not bad looking with his fake tan and his fair, cropped hair, but he's just a little to cocky and sleazy to be cute. "Hands behind your back," he orders. "Push those puppies out for me."

"Just... just touch them, Jeff." You mutter, turned your head to avoid looking at the lecherous smirk on his face. But still you obey

"Don't get pouty, Holly," he says. "I'm paying good money here. And you need it." You bite back the bitter words on your tongue, and hold your breath until... oh God. There they are. Your bosses big, firm hands cupping your heavy breasts from beneath.

He lifts them gently, only a little, then drops them, watching the way they move on your body you're sure. "I've never touched a pair this amazing," he whispers, almost awed. "Not real ones anyway."

"These are real," you find yourself responding dumbly.

"I know! Real and amazing." His strong, warm fingers caress your supple flesh, savouring and manipulating your perfect tits with surprising skill. He cups, lifts, squeezes, presses... and all remarkably gently. This isn't the rough, clumsy mauling you thought you were going to receive at all. But it's been going on for a few minutes now.

"That's enough."

"Oh, no, just one more thing." And then his big thumbs are rubbing, bouncing over your dark, hard nipples. "I was saving these," he grins. He rubs them while cupping your tits, then pinches them between thumb and forefinger, then circles them with his index fingers... then he pinches them again, sharply.

"Ahn!" W-was that you? That noise? It hurt a little, his pinch, but the sound wasn't one of pain it was one of... of arousal almost. You hope it didn't sound that way to Jeff. You can't bring yourself to look at his face. And fuck, it's getting hot in here. Your skin is tingling. "O-Ok, that's enough." Your voice is trembling, you need to be more assertive.

"Another fifty for the ass."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm totally fucking serious." Out comes the wallet again, and out comes another bill. "Fifty more for you to slide those tight little jeans down, slide your panties down... just a little... and bend over to show me your ass." He grins, and waits a moment before adding what you knew was coming next. "And after that ANOTHER fifty to let me squeeze your pert little butt."