To the car!

You all groan, but dutifully rise from the table and go get ready. You throw on a polo shirt and some nicer jeans, figuring you'll change back into the clothes you only wore a few minutes when you get home. You are waiting when Sarah comes down, having thrown on a bra (to your dismay, though her bounce is lessened considerably) under the same shirt. Beth didn't change at all, save to grab a nice looking purse. Emily, still the most able navigator, drives and you, as her teammate, take the front seat while Beth and Sara plan in the back. You catch Emily glancing at you. She's changed into a button up shirt and she's allowed two of the middle buttons to open, letting you see the inside curve of her breast held in the cute pink bra she's chosen. She sees your stare and smiles, biting her lower lip, and looking behind her. When she turns to put the car in reverse, Beth coughs.

"Oh, Em," she starts. She points to the gap in the buttons, and Emily looks down, seemingly shocked. "Oh wow. Almost gave John another eyeful. Thanks, Beth." Beth says no problem, but Sarah laughs.

"Nice catch, boss," Sarah says. "John's got an issue with staring at Emily the past few days. You feel your face flush, and hear a cooler tone from Beth.

"It's not the first time he's been staring at her," your boss says. Emily looks over, her eyes full of apology. She mouths "sorry," but you can't really respond without letting the other two in on it. You keep your eyes straight ahead as the drive continues. Emily lays out a plan for you and you agree: You'll meet the periodical publications first then try to find the musicians. Sarah helpfully points out that's a good idea, as most musicians won't be awake before noon. You all laugh, and Emily offers a few tips on finding food places that will be open for comping reviewers.

"But we're not reviewing them," Beth points out. Emily grins and you can't help but laugh with the others at her response.

"Yet," she adds. The trip downtown is quiet, as you say very little to avoid incurring the wrath of your boss. You find a parking spot easily, and as you all tumble out of the car. Beth pulls Emily aside and Emily shakes her head. They chat for a few seconds, and then Emily gives Beth a brief hug. Beth and Sarah peel off toward a lunch place Emily recommended, and Emily motions the other way. When she is sure Beth is out of earshot, she grabs your arm.

"I am so sorry," she says. You laugh, and Emily grins, seemingly relieved that you're not upset. "We might have to tone it down," she says, looking at you. You can't really read her look until she grins. "Or we could just keep going with it. And be a bit more careful around Beth and Sarah," she adds. "And not careful at all in our rooms." She stops mid stride and points behind you. You turn to see a music store. You add your grin to Em's as you both step forward.

Bob's music store is nondescript from the outside: it's beige bricks match every other store in this section of the town's center, and the window says "Bob's." There are musical notes on it and three very expensive looking guitars in the display beyond. The hours indicate it just opened, and so you should have little trouble talking to the clerk by yourselves. The clerk working there is a young woman, probably in her early twenties. She's wearing a black t-shirt with a band you've never heard of, and her hair seems to be a couple of different colors. Your eyes remain glued to her face. Her skin is porcelain, and she has insanely pale blue eyes. Her cheeks are round, and her lips seem full with some bright red makeup. She's wearing a t-shirt that goes to her neck, and you can't judge her torso (specifically her tits you realize) but her arms have two distinct tattoos. One is the silhouette of a fairy, and the other is a waving flag, Italian, with the green, white and red bars all showing some wind. Behind the counter, you can't see much, but Emily is wearing a strange smile.

"Solleva la camacia." Emily says softly, and the clerk's eyes go wide. She nods, and you are surprised to watch the clerk slowly pull up her shirt, exposing a bra clad pair of milky white breasts. Emily smirks and says "Perché indossi la biancheria intima?"

"No fucking way. I'm at work. Did Anna put you up to this?" Emily's face suddenly darkens.

"Toglilo. Adesso." The clerk takes a deep breath and turns, pulling her shirt down and pulling the bra through the shirt's arm. When she turns back, Emily holds out her hand, and the clerk hands the bra to her. "La camacia?" The clerk's eyes roll and you turn away as you see her hand go to the hem of her shirt. Emily sighs and grips your shoulder to turn you around. The clerk is standing there. She has two more tattoos on her chest. An angel sits just above her right breast, and her breasts are small, definitely smaller than Emily's but perky, topped with pale, pink nipples. The other tattoo is a rose between her perky boobs. Emily nods and she lowers her shirt.

"Now, we were wondering who the best musicians in town were," Emily asks, suddenly the reporter and not the strangely dominant woman. She goes through them, then starts getting passionate about one of them, and Emily nods. "So are they really that good?" Emily asks.

"Holy shit, yes. They're playing tonight at Buddy's. I'm assuming you know it?" Emily smiles, nodding.

"You going to be there?" The clerk nods. "And what is your name?"

"Natalie. My friends call me Nat." Emily grins at her, and leans in a bit closer. "Non idossare un reggiseno." Natalie bites her lower lip, but nods.

You thank her for the information and as the door to the store closes behind you you look at Emily. "What on earth was that?" you ask.

"I figured I couldn't show you as much today with Beth breathing down our necks. I'd let you see another pair of firm tits. Natalie's are nice," Emily answers with an impish grin.

"Do you know her?" Emily shakes her head. "Then why were you ordering her around in Italian?" Emily smiles.

"Smart and good with your fingers... you're a keeper," she teases. "I'll explain it when we have a bit more privacy. There's a newspaper office somewhere downtown. They'll be able to tell us about the other publications, too." As Emily turns you reach out and grab her left ass cheek with your left hand. Emily gasps, surprised, then turns her head to you with a smile of disbelief. "Unless you have something else in mind?" she says glancing down at your arm.