Gladly help adjust Samantha's Lingerie.

"Sure." I smiled and came over playing with the shoulder straps. My heart raced as I slowly stepped closer, my fingers trembling as they brushed against her silky-smooth skin. I looked up into her warm, captivating gaze in the mirror and could not help but smile.

Sam gave a playful smirk and shook her head at me. “Can I ask? Your friend Britney? Does she have like no shame or?” Sam smiled back at me.

“She does. Brit hates being a petite girl so she feels like she needs to go a little overboard at times to prove she is pretty. It is as much to herself as others. I talked to her earlier and she sounded nervous about actually sending her pics so be supportive, please. She grew up with four brothers so she is never one to back down from a challenge which means she is the defensive type but she is a sweetheart once she lets you get to know the real her.” I smiled. There was two Britney’s. The one people saw every day and the one I knew. I adjusted one of the brassiere strap sliders, gently pulling until the strap felt comfortably snug. The small black metallic piece smoothly moved under my fingers, ensuring a perfect fit as it tugged at the black cup of demi-cup brassier.

“You ever date her?” Sam glanced back as I moved to the other shoulder.

“For like a week during the summer if you could call it dating. She did not want to do another long-distance relationship again so it didn’t last long and neither of us really committed. After me and Alice broke up she was totally team Jake. She went through a bad breakup of her own so when Alice dumped me Brit was the one who helped me get through it like I had helped her. It was fun and I love her but we work better as friends.” I smiled. “She was maybe more than I can handle. There you go.” I spoke giving the strap a little tug, making her tit bonce as I did, to make sure it was snug.

“Wish it had a bit more lift,” Sam said as she turned from one side to the other smirking. I thought they looked amazing but I had learned every woman had their own pet peeves about her looks.

“I can help with that,” I said and went into my camera bag.

“What are you doing?” She looked back.

“Getting a Velcro strap I use for my cables,” I said undoing it from my spare charging cable I kept just on case I had to charge when on the go if I forgot to do it at home. I wrapped it around one strap and pulled the two straps together behind her neck and secured the other near where I had adjusted the straps. Her breasts lifting and pulling together.

“Nice.” Sam licked her lips and gave her tits a little shake. “That will fucking work. Thanks.”

“They make clamps you can probably buy here uses to hide your brassier straps in sports bras and racer backs but they also lift and pull the breasts together. This is my backup if the woman does not have one on hand.” I shrugged thinking I might want to see about getting one.

“I am stealing this for work just so you know if I get the job Tiger just so you know.” Sam glanced back at me and gave a little wink.

“Figured you would.” I shrugged.

“Care to get the back of the stockings for me.” She reached down and back below her buttocks wiggling the two loose garter straps that connected to her stockings.

“Of course.” I nodded and bent down pinching her stocking and giving it a tub up as I ran my hands around her thigh. My fingers traced over her soft supple skin as I pulled it tight. I reached back pinching the fastener and sliding it up along the strap along the back of her leg.

“You know you love my ass.” Sam looked back.

“You tried to take me out with it so we have a love-hate relationship,” I said as I snapped one of the straps against her ass cheek and moved to another.

“You buy any heels?” I smiled as I ran my fingers around the inside of the other stocking enjoying the view of her ass.

“Yes, why?” Sam asked.

“Women’s back arches when wearing heels making the breasts appear larger and more prominent. The height increase makes the buttocks appear larger because it is closer and typically flexed for balance. Your gait will be shorter meaning your walk will be more feminine and your hips will sway a little more to keep balance and some women just like the added height.” I replied and adjusted the other garter strap.

“I can see why you would hook up with a fashion student.” She teased.

“Speaking of which. Next time you might want to wear your panties over the garter belt.” I ran my hand along the top of her panty line on her thighs pull the sides up a little so they fit snugly on her perfect round ass.

“Why? This is the way every woman wears them.” She glanced back.

“In bed or magazines when they are about to get laid. Not when they are working. Say you had to go to the bathroom in a hurry. You are in a tight pencil skirt, a garter belt, and a pair of panties. You would only get your panties down to your stockings.” I teased.

“Fair point. Rather look a little silly than piss myself I suppose. Thanks.” She laughed.

“There. You look perfect.” I gave her ass a pinch as I stood up and she playfully popped me and smirked.

She bent over and dug into the bag making the straps stretch across her backside as she pulled out her new shoes from the bag. She put one hand on my shoulder and used the other to slide on one of the heels. “Can you take a picture in front of the mirror?” She asked.

I nodded and took her hand and held it for balance as she slid on the other shoe as she bent over in front of me making her tits fill the brassier. “Sure. So are we sending this to Brit? Just wondering face or no face?”

“I suppose we can do face.” She said and handed me her phone then went to stand in front of the mirror.

“She asked me if you had an online profile so she could put a face to the rest of you.” I teased with a grin.

“I have one but don’t have any pics of me on it. I do not post stuff about myself really. Just pics I took.” Sam shrugged and tugged at the cups of the brassier pulling them taught.

“So, who else we sending these too?”

“To Karma and to Professor Dewinters to ask her opinion. So I suggest you make me look good in the pics or she will critique you.” She ran her fingers along the panty line as she looked in the mirror making sure it was straight.

“Sounds about like her. Monsieur, be sure to capture the way the light defuses over la surface of her décolleté and the way the heels amplifies her magnifique derriere.” I said in a French accent using what little French I had picked up in class.

“Oh god. That sounds so much like her.” Samantha laughed and struck a sexy pose.

“Thanks. I have been listening to her enough it is starting to rub off a little.” I smiled.

“Now in English Monsieur.” Sam gave me a look.

“Tits up, ass out girl,” I replied with a smile.

“Got you,” Sam said as she stuck her chest out and arched her back. I got in the perfect spot to take the pictures of her and her reflection so I could get the front and her ass in the same shot. I got several for her and then stepped out for her to change and look for the clip. After that, I headed to get some coffee while Sam headed back for the campus though we agreed to meet up later to look over pics for her resume.