Investments and Dividends

Back to shopping the night before.

(Rita PoV)

"Hello, Rita." She looked at me like she's evaluating a new purchase. "I hear you have a talent for alterations."

"Talent? Me?" I look at Cotton, this isn't what she said we'd be doing.

"I told you I had a sponsor for you." She shrugged.

"You said sponsor. Not, whatever this is." I'm so confused. I didn't expect to be in a fancy shop being judged by the owner. Why is this room small? Everyone is so close to me. How do I get away?

"This? This is a request for assistance." Vivienne gestured for me to follow her, she kept talking as she led me to a mannequin with a pretty dress on it. "My favorite seamstress just left me to start her own clothing line. I wish her the best, but I miss her work. Your friend said you've been doing some interesting work. I'm looking for a fresh eye along with fresh hands."

"Why me? I'm just an engineering student who's made some cosplay. I’m sure you have MFA students knocking down your door to work for you." I'm thankful for Pokerface, my breathing seems steady.

"Your friend can be persuasive." Vivienne's small gesture went from the mannequin to Cotton. "That dress. Alter it for her. Consider it... a favor."

"I've only altered clothes for myself. I'm not a fashion girl. These clothes are too expensive. This is too much. I'm not ready, I can't." There's not enough room to work in here. There's too many fabrics and expensive dresses and tools.

Two hands hold my cheeks. I didn't notice Cotton come over. How did I miss someone so tall? "Chubs, get it together. You can do this. Here, help me put this dress on."

Dress, okay, dress. You’re here now Rita Grace. You can **** Cotton later. After today’s test you can handle anything. “Stand here.” I point to where I want her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Cotton moves into position. I can access to tools easily from that position.

“Take off your clothes. You can keep your bra on.” She moves easily, as if she's used to stripping on command. She does have a maid, does she have servants that dress her?

The dress in question had buttons for the top half which actually buttoned. It was easier for Cotton to step into the dress and button it up. Well, she could button it up if not for her breasts getting in the way.

The dress almost fit her hips, but the waist was wide and the bust was way small. Fortunately, the dress wasn’t finished and had the extra fabric to let out the seams.

“I could do better if the fabric wasn’t already cut, but here goes.” I look for the tailor’s chalk, Vivienne hands it to me and points to the pins, they're conveniently placed. I get to work. Marking where to take in, opening seams to let out. Balancing the fabric so the buttons stayed centered.

I worked under Vivienne’s careful eye. She was unobtrusive, but present. Always over my shoulder, never in the way of my hands. Whenever I needed a tool, she was right there with it. Pointing out the sewing machine and which setting and thread to use. Tutting softly at my stitches. Handing me her pincushion. She was a surprisingly good lab assistant.

In short order, I had the modifications complete. I added a ribbon of fabric at the waist to accentuate Cotton’s shape and complete the A line silhouette. The fit had the perfect balance of bounce and swish. The light cotton fabric cradled Cotton’s large breasts, leaving her exposed cleavage to bounce. The skirt was light and would swish as she walked.

It even had pockets. I added pockets. Dresses need pockets.

“All finished!”

Cotton twirled the skirt and took a few steps, satisfied.

Vivienne looked closely at the fit of the bust. The bust I had to modify in a way that wouldn’t button due to Cotton’s top-heavy proportions. She tugged at the seams. She flipped the fabric to examine the stiches.

“Excellent work.” She tugged at the fit, moving Cotton's arms to see how everything moved. “Quick and precise. Just what I was promised.”

She shook her head at the pockets. I think I saw a hint of a smile. It disappeared quickly.

“Women are changing their bodies in this era of Brazilian Butt lifts and normalized plastic surgery.” The way she said that made it sound like she thought Cotton’s boobs were fake. “Heroin skinny is out and curvy is in. I want my clothes to fit the bodies women want. You seem to understand that. I will take you as my part-time apprentice.”

I open my mouth to object. I don’t have time for this! Vivienne sees this and raises her hand, cutting me off.

“Before you object, I know how full your schedule is. I am not some **** driver from Milan who requires you to sacrifice your soul to fashion. I would ask you commit to being available for two 4-hour shifts each week. I have certain clients that I can schedule for that time. I’ll pay you per item and give you access to fabrics and my tools.”

I don't know what to say. I look at Cotton. This offer is too good to be true. She made a show of ignoring my look and focusing on her dress. It didn’t make her smug expression any less obnoxious. I can’t stand Cotton’s self-satisfied expression she tricked me!

Vivienne pulled put her phone and posed Cotton for some pictures. “Rita, girl, give me your socials so I can tag you. I need to promote your services. Unless… Unless you aren’t interested.”

How does she know I’m both broke and I can’t say ‘no’ to more Starsgram followers. Besides getting access to fabric and equipment with help me take my cosplay to the next level. I have some ideas for really pretty dresses. Maybe Vivienne would be willing to help me.

"Cotton, you a scheming bitch." At least this scheme was for my benefit. I turn to look back at Vivienne. “Yes, I accept! That sounds great!”

“Good.” She claps her hands and turns to another mannequin, this one wearing a crop-top and high-waist shorts combo. The top has an asymmetric cut with one shoulder out and it’s looks to hang loose under the bust to allow the shorts to define the waist and hips. “This one’s for you.” Then I notice this mannequin is shaped different, more like me than Cotton. I guess Vivienne is serious about trying something for the curvy crowd.

She shows me about half a dozen outfits and I try them on. I’ve never shopped like this before, but having custom outfits could be really fun. I found a few amazing outfits, they fit perfect! The best part? After my first shift, they’re free!

(Cotton’s PoV)

You wouldn't expect it looking at it, but Chubs looks good in anything. If she were bigger up top, she might make me jealous.

Vivienne seems to enjoy working with her. My investment should pay off well. I’d hate to see this place go under. Daddy was right. I need to have my own network of connections. Dividends are even better than allowance. Now she gives me clothes for free! I’ll need new things to keep up with how these quests are changing my body.

I love getting taller, I'll be able to look down on everyone. It won’t hurt for me to have a couple more cup-size quests to secure my dominance. I look through my social feed, almost every picture draws the comparison between us. Guess who comes out on top?

Speaking of quests. Tryouts are Wednesday. I have some more arrangements to make. I’ve got to get the final part of my tryout routine worked out. I have a couple more videos to watch to finalize the choreography. I saw the Perk Acrobatic I in the Perk Store. I should buy Wealth I or Power I or Authority I, but I need to show up to the cheer squad as superior in every way. I’ve been saving Perk Points for a while. I have an idea.

Which leads to my other quest. I like the attention I get being tall. Taller would be better. However, I’m already tall for a cheerleader, too much taller and I won’t be able to do my flips. Another reason for some perk based assistance. That said, there’s only one dick I can imagine cleaning after another woman.

I have to be careful, just because that nerd has a long, fat juicy cock filled with delicious cream doesn’t mean I should let him get cocky about it. I’ll show him that it takes more than being a long, thick hunk of meat to tame this girl.

It won’t hurt to buy Fellatio I just in case.

You bought the Fellatio I perk for 1 point.

Fellatio I : Improves blow job skills like knowing where to use tongue and hands. Jaw fatigue and gag reflex reduced.

Now I’m ready to show Loser McBigCock who’s really in charge.

It looks like Rita and Vivienne finished their photo session and modelling. We have one more stop for today.

I need my bold new outfit for tryouts. We have another stop before going home.

I wake up early on Saturday. I want to complete my quest before the game. My driver takes me to that loser’s penthouse. I’m glad he at least has enough money to have a penthouse apartment. It's the bare minimum.

I text him on the way up the elevator.

[You awake, dick-for-brains? You wanna let me in?]

After an annoying back and forth his door is opened by a gorgeous girl with pink hair. My beauty standards are pretty high, and she’s gorgeous. Even with her obvious case if bed head, she is the most naturally beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s exactly the template my step-mom is trying to reach. Well she’s missing the plastic surgeries.

“You must be Cotton. I’m John’s wife, Mattison. You can call me Mat. Come in, cutie.” She greets me with a high energy hug. I’m glad she’s close and doesn’t see the confused look on my face. “I can definitely see what John sees in you!”

John’s wife? I don’t remember seeing a ring? She knows my name, so does she know her husband came on to me and we had a threesome two days ago?

“Don’t be scared, cutie. I know irresistible my John is when he sets his mind on someone. I’m glad you’re so beautiful. We should get along just fine.”

She read my thoughts. Scary woman.

“Come on up. It’s time to handle John’s morning wood. That’s what you’re here for, right?” She heads to the stairs and starts heading up. I stand shocked at her words. What is it about women around this loser and sharing? “Don’t be surprised, John told me about his cute little pet cheerleader. He’s quite energetic and maybe your young body can help settle him down this morning.”

She's right, that is what I came here to do... but I didn’t expect to have my plans spelled out so clearly. I follow her upstairs, taking a look around at the comfortable looking living room.

“You must be the one who decorates this place, it looks nice.” I compliment Mat on the homey touches. Maybe I can get her to decorate my place.

“Thank you, cutie! I do my best to make our little love nest welcoming.” Mat seems to soak up the compliment like water. Duly noted. We head past the loft towards the bedrooms.

She opens the door to what must be the master. The cozy decorating is in full effect in the bedroom. Who has a canopy bed these days? There's even curtains, nice curtains, around it. There's a soft looking armchair and an overstuffed couch covered in plushies. This is obviously a girl's room. Everything is framing the loser lying on his back, even the poster sized wedding photo. He seems out of place with his big, annoying, glorious dick pointing at the sky like he owns the place.

“Hey babe, look who I found!” I’m not some stray kitten roaming the streets. “You must have left her wanting more, she’s wearing a skirt for easy access.”

Mat drops her robe and I get my first glimpse of her naked body. She’s petite and feminine. Her small breast and wide hips give her a perfect silhouette.

“Don’t be shy, ladies, take a seat somewhere comfortable.” John makes to invitation, swinging his dick in the to emphasize what he means by ‘seat’. Such a nerd.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Mat sits on John’s face, looking towards me. “Come on, cutie join me.”

I’m a little disappointed that John won’t see me bounce on his dick. His vision is completely taken up by Mat’s petite ass. By the time I’m on the bed, Mat’s moaning from John’s attentions. I remember him eating me out two nights ago, I guess the idiot could get lucky twice.

I straddle his legs with his cock in front of me. Mat looks down at it through half-lidded eyes. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She bends over to kiss it. She doesn’t have to bend very far to reach the annoyingly large and satisfying head sitting on too of a longer and thicker shaft than any nerd should have. Her motion puts her hair under my nose. It smells like bubblegum!

She must’ve decided a kiss wasn’t enough and escalated to a make out session, based on the sloppy sounds coming from behind her curtain of hair. That dick is supposed to be going in my pussy, not her little selfish mouth!

“Hey! That’s mine!” I grab her soft, silky, amazing smelling hair and pull her head off of my seat. She releases John’s dick with a pop.

“Getting it ready for you.” She moaned the words, John’s tongue is really working her over. “All yours, cutiiieee.”

Her orgasming face reminds me what I’m missing. I put one hand in John’s hard, thick dick and raise up to make room.

Our rematch starts now.