A few Questions For Mrs. White.

"I have a few questions about your case." I smiled.

"Fire away." Mrs. White smiled.

“Have you ever employed Miss Waters in your marketing campaigns or has she ever been an employee?” I said wondering her relationship to the company.

“No or at least not officially. She has her own fashion site where she models different brands she likes. We sent her the brassier she is suing us for last December as part of our holiday promotion to increase Christmas sells and she wore it on her site.” Mrs. White smiled.

“So, the brassier was about seven months old now?” I smiled. At least it was not brand new meaning it had been though several wash cycles and was not new when it broke.

“Yes, I think that is right. I can get you the details.” She nodded.

“It would be helpful. Have you ever had this problem before of the underwire hurting someone?” I asked.

“I think we have had a few and we offered a full refund as well as in online credit to our website as an apology and we have improved the design since then." She shook her head.

“Have you ever tested the underwire against multiple washes. Could the heat from a washer or drier cause the plastic to wear and the underwire to poke through?” I asked.

She looked a little taken aback. “I am not sure. We use a special silicon sheathed underwire that is meant to be slightly flexible while maintaining shape for larger breasted customers. It is more akin to electrical wire then chicken wire some brands use. We have also added a thin supportive padding between the underwire and the skin that molds to the shape of the user that is breathable but can also soak up perspiration that should have protected the wearer.”

“Do you market it for special occasions or daily wear?” I grinned. Another words was it suitable to wear all day long or was it meant more for decorating the floor then to actually be worn for long periods of time.

“Both. We like to make a woman feel sexy yet comfortable all day long even if only she knows she is wearing it.” Mrs. White smiled.

“This is something her lawyers will ask you probably. Do you wear your own product?” I asked Misses White curious how much she supported her own brand.

“Of course. I am wearing it right now. I stand by our product.” She said as she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse to reveal her decorative blouse underneath and her full cleavage. The satin fabric shimmered slightly in the light, and I could see the intricate lace detailing that adorned the edges. Her fingers lingered on the shirt as she held it open, drawing attention to the contrast between her pale skin and the delicate material.

“For the record if it comes to a trial I will have to ask you not to do that but I appreciated it. You definitely look good in it.” I said, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the unexpected display. My eyes lingered a moment longer than they should have, taking in the sight before me.

“Thank you. I am not ashamed of my body. If I was I am in the wrong business.” She smiled and slowly began to button her shirt back though leaving enough to leave more then a little cleavage on display.

“Do you have one of the type of brassieres here that miss Winters wore on her website?” I asked.

“Morgan is wearing one now. Morgan can you come here dear.” She called out to one of her girls.

A blonde model dressed in a satin robe nodded and came over. I couldn't help but notice her tan legs as she came over peeking out underneath. The robe was thrown around her loosely showing off her deep cleavage. While she was not as full figured as Mrs. White she was not lacking in the curves department.

“Yes miss White?”

“Morgan is our newest temptress as we call our models to target college aged young women. Mister Knight here is with the law firm representing us.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Morgan.” I offered my hand and shook hers lightly.

“Can you please show this gentlemen the brassier you are wearing?”

Morgan nodded and reached down for the tie of her robe. She pulled it open slowly, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the matching set of lingerie beneath. The bra Misses White had been referring to was a delicate piece of work, made of sheer fabric with floral lace that barely contained her youthful assets. The cups were trimmed in a soft shade of pink that contrasted with the soft white. A small bow sat between the cups just below the cleavage. I couldn't help but admire the way the bra molded to her body, pushing her breasts up and together, creating an alluring view that was both tantalizing and elegant. My eyes traced the lines of the bra, noticing the meticulous stitching and the way it clung to her skin.

“How does it feel? Can you feel the underwire?” I asked.

“No. I like it. It is really soft. You can fill if you like? I am not shy.” Morgan said as she took my hand and guided it to the brassier she wore. Morgan's breath hitched slightly as my hand made contact, but her gaze remained steady, challenging even. The fabric beneath my fingertips was indeed luxuriously soft. Her skin radiated heat beneath the material, the curve of her breast pressing subtly against my palm as she inhaled. I could feel the slight give of the fabric, the delicate texture that seemed to mold perfectly to her shape.

“Have you worn this design before now?” I asked cupping her breasts and letting my thumb run over it before pulling it away.

“No. this is my first year with the shoot.” She shook her head.

“Any discomfort in the straps?” I said as I ran my hand up her chest and under the strap.

“Nope.” Morgan shook her head.

“Thank you, Morgan.” I smiled.

“Of course.” She smiled and closed her robe before tying it closed.

“Can you send me a few brassiers to the office. I want to have them for trail if it comes to it.”

“Any particular size you want?”

“The same as whatever Ms. Waters got though our in house detective asked for a thirty-eight double d so she can wear it around and test out its durability I guess.” I grinned. Sadly I could not test it out. I could maybe cut open on of the brassiers though and show the under wiring to a jury if it came to it.

“I will see if I can find that for you. If I can not find what size we sent her I will send an assortment.” She smiled.

“Can you tell me anything about the company that Miss Waters says she could not work for because of her injury?” I asked. I didn't buy it. Even a deep cut would be easy to remove in photoshop.

“Not a lot. They do mostly swimsuits but the rumor is they didn’t like that she had gained weight and that was the real reason for her not getting the job. I cannot confirm it for sure but personally, I have no problem with my girls being a little thick as we sell to all size women but the fashion industry can be a little sexist as a whole.” Mrs. White shook her head.

“I am sure. I think I have enough to go for now. If I have any more questions or need to reach you about the case what is the best way to reach you?” I asked.

“Let me give you my cell number.” She smiled. I nodded and pulled out my own phone.

She took it and entered her own number. “There you are.”

“Thank you miss White. It has been a pleasure.” I said as I took her hand and gave it a kiss.

“Thank you for coming out to see me.” She smiled. I got up and went to leave.

“Okay I need all of the girls on the bed for one last shoot.” The photographer said as he finished shooting pictures of the girl currently on the bed.

“You heard him ladies. All together now and get cozy.” Mrs. White smiled.

The models looked at each other for a brief moment before they all began to move towards the large king sized bed. They were a mix of brunettes, blondes, and redheads, each with their own unique beauty and curves. They all had on different variations of the lingerie that the company sold. Some had on garters and stockings, others had on corsets, and a few had on simple matching bra and panties sets. They giggled as they climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under their combined weight.

As they settled into place, I couldn't help but admire the group of girls before me. Each one was stunning in their own way, from their delicate features to their fuller figures, all coming together to form a tapestry of sensuality. Their skin was a canvas of soft tans and creamy whites, with a smattering of freckles here and there, adding to their natural charm. I watched as they intertangled bodies with one another. A blonde putting her arm around her friend who laid her head on the blondes bosom.

A redhead began to stroke a brunette's thigh, her eyes locked onto the camera lens as if daring it to look away. The brunette bit her lip, smiling coyly, her hand drifting up to play with the strap of her own lingerie. Morgan sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap. Her tits thrust outward between her arms and her ass beautifully framed behind her as she arched her back. She gave me a playfully little wink as she caught me looking before turning back to the camera. I smiled before heading out.