Paula goes after it

Paula took a deep breath. "If you're just fucking teasing me, I swear I will dress you in an animal print jump suit. With a fucking tail and ears."

Abbie laughed.

Paula stepped closer to Abbie. "Are you saying I should try to find out more about you?"

Abbie nodded. "I am."

Paula took another step. "Do you want me to come closer to you?"

"I do."

Paula stepped up to face Abbie. She was a few inches shorter than Abbie. Her blond pixie cut wrapped around her face, her large plastic-framed glasses looking particularly oversized on her small figure.

With a deep breath, Paula spoke again. "The last half hour or so, I've done a lot of touching you, trying to fit these costumes on you. I was completely professional about it, wasn't I?"

"You were. So professional."

"You know," Paula said, starting to get playful, "I could have approached you differently, and been super un-professional."

"Oh really?" Abbie raised an eyebrow.

"Definitely." Paula nodded. "Are you curious what that might have been like? You know, just so you can learn what's right and wrong in the costume fitting universe?"

Abbie smiled. "I'd love to learn the difference. Can you show me?"

Paula extended her hand and put it on Abbie's waist. "Now this, putting my hand here, I'm just checking how the draping of a costume fits on the waist and over the hip."

"Mm-hm."

"But this," Paula continued, as she slid her hand behind Abbie and pressed her fingers into Abbie's ass. "This would be inappropriate."

Abbie licked her lips, and leaned into Paula. "I see."

"I realize you're new to the theater. Should I demonstrate another example?"

Abbie bit her lip and wiggled her leg a little. "Yes, that would be helpful. Maybe something ... up here?" She glanced down at her chest.

"Absolutely." Paula nodded. "See, women's garments need to fit just right, just like if you were shopping. We have hips and breasts and ..." Paula got lost in thought as she looked down at Abbie's breasts. She had seen them earlier, of course, but now bluntly talking about them was a different level of arousal.

"Gotta fit just right," said Abbie.

"Yes." Paula swallowed. "So I would check the fit to make sure it was what you wanted. I'd ask you first if it was okay for me to touch you. So ... is it?"

"Ask me," said Abbie, starting to get short of breath.

"Is it okay for me to touch you so I can test the fit?"

Abbie nodded.

"Great. And then I would feel around the sides, make sure the material was comfortable, like this." Paula groped at Abbie's breasts, but was quick about it, not lingering anywhere.

"I see," said Abbie.

"But if I was doing it un-professionally," continued Paula, "I might do this." She put a hand back on Abbie's breast, but kept it there. "Oh, sorry -- is it okay again if I touch you? So I can demonstrate how to be un-professional?"

Abbie giggled. "Yes, please!"

Paula pressed her fingers into the sides of Abbie's left breast, and then cupped her hand around it completely. She did the same on the other side, and squeezed Abbie. It was gentle at first, then got more physically aggressive on her nipples. Paula spoke, slowly. "See, this isn't checking the fit of anything. All I'm doing now is feeling your tits. And, may I say, they're fucking amazing."

Abbie wiggled again and shook her head. "Oh come on. You've seen hundreds of people in this room, I'm sure. I'm just ... another one."

Paula stared at Abbie over the tops of her glasses. "Hardly. This is nothing like any other costume fitting I've done."

Abbie smiled. "Is there anything else you need to check?"