How Big Are Your Areolas?

Diana's mouth fell open. She could not believe what she had just asked. She wanted to steer the conversation to the missing girls. Instead she had openly asked about the size of the bartender's areolas. Diana's face turned red but she could also feel something stirring lower down.

Any doubt in Misty's mind about the **** working had just evaporated. Getting Diana to have more to drink, Misty could put down to being friendly so she would spill the beans. However upon hearing Diana's question and witnessing her reaction, Misty knew 100% for sure the **** worked. Misty smiled at Diana and chose her next words carefully. "I can see you're embarrassed by asking that question. I've been asked worse." Misty tried to sound as casual as possible. "Every time your embarrassed or humiliated it turns you on."

Diana was struggling to keep her composure. As and IADC agent she had interviewed and interrogated for worse then a big breasted bartender but Diana was doing things she wouldn't normally. Misty wasn't about to give Diana any time to recover. "I'll show you," said Misty seductively.

"No!" exclaimed Diana. She knew it was a strip bar but didn't want people looking her way because of a topless woman. This was supposed to be a discrete mission.

"But I want to see!" said a male voice. Diana was that flustered she never realised a man had approached the bar.

This was the perfect opportunity for Misty to test the **** and humiliate Diana. "Stand up, put your hands behind your back and face each other then don't move."

Diana's body moved by itself. In a matter of moments she had stood, faced the man with her hands behind her back. The man, seeing that Diana had followed the bartender's instructions, struck a similar pose. His eyes drifted down from Diana's face to her chest. Diana's instinct was to turn from the man's gaze but found her body wouldn't respond. Before Diana could react, she felt a breath in her ear.

Misty had never gotten quicker from one side of the bar to the other in her time at Bunny's. She now stood behind Diana. Misty whispered into Diana's ear, "Push your tits forward, don't say a word and we'll give him something to dream about for the rest of his life." Diana complied and thrust her chest towards the man. The man's eyes bulged. Misty snaked her arms over Diana's shoulders and her fingers started playing with the buttons on Diana's red blouse.

After what felt like an eternity, Misty undid the first button. "Since you want to know how big my areolas are." Misty stressed the word areolas as she undid the second button. "But don't want to see my tits." Diana didn't know whether it was her imagination or not, but when Misty said tits it felt like she pushed her own tits into Diana's back. "But this stud wants to see them." Diana would not describe the man standing in front of her as a stud. However she was given no time to contemplate this as another button was unfastened. "So I think the best way to do this." Another button was undone. Diana could see her bra coming into view. "Is to show him." Another button slowed her bra clearly. "On your tits!" With this, Misty's hands snaked their way into Diana's bra, cupped the underneath and scooped her breasts free from their confines.

The man's eyes nearly exploded in their sockets as Diana's breasts bounced into view. Not even in his dreams had he seen a pair so fine. Misty reached around and started rolling Diana's nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Diana's body started responding, not only to Misty's treatment but also because the humiliation was turning her on. Misty started drawing circles slowly around her nipples, slowly expanding them.

"My nips are about this big," Misty said when she was happy with the size of the circle she was drawing. The man didn't acknowledge the fact she had just spoken, his rapt attention was on Diana's perfect globes. "Ask him 'If I let you squeeze my tits, will you buy me a drink?'" Misty whispered in Diana's ear.