"Fake!" Bria exclaimed in outrage (but is misunderstood)

"Fake!" Bria exclaimed in outrage.

The woman nodded. "I thought so, but even though they look like it they're a little smaller than I'd have expected for fakes. Most girls either have small and natural and excel at teen movies, or they get the big bazookas and go for the bimbo look. You'll have to get them a size smaller. You must've been flat as a board before."

Bria just stared at her in outrage, wanting desperately to argue, but somehow unable to utter so much as a peep while the old hawk stared intently as her breasts. She was horrified to find herself arching her back, making the twin wonders protrude even more. When the bat licked her lips quickly Bria's face flamed red and a quiver went through her legs. God, she was acting like some lesbian!

From her beauty contestant days she knew it was de rigeur for contestants to get their boobs done, so she could understand the confusion. It had been something her mother wanted her to do for the longest time, and it had taken her until the end of her career to make a decision one way or the other.

"Now, what do you want to specialize in?"

"Specialize?"