"Is there a spot on my blouse?"

"Yes, everything looks right here." Melissa said, reassuring the waitress that the advance order for Courtney's surprise party had been correct. Somehow her eyes kept returning to Miranda's neckline.

"Good! I don't want to mess anything up, you know?" Miranda answered, then blinked as she noticed Melissa having trouble tearing her eyes away from her breasts. "Ooh, do I have a spot on my blouse?" she said. She noticed a little extra pinkness on Melissa's cheeks and ears, and decided to test her manager. She stepped closer and leaned over toward Melissa. "Do you see anything? I still have time to change before the cook shows up."

So Melissa wouldn't miss the message, Miranda looked down at Melissa's own impressive front end.

"No, no spots," Melissa said. The warmth in her cheeks grew as the younger woman leaned over her. Then she saw that Miranda was looking down Melissa's own neckline. She laughed. "Do you see a spot on my blouse, Miranda?"

Miranda giggled, "No, sorry," she said. "Your pendant caught my eye. It's very pretty close up." She straightened up. "But seriously, is my blouse on straight? Maybe you could adjust it. I wouldn't want to give anyone at the party the wrong idea. I'm not gunning for tips at the bar today." She giggled again.

Miranda spread her hands and stood close to Melissa's chair, inviting her manager to tug her blouse into alignment.