A twist and a tear

Realising that they may not have time to finish preparing once James returns, Amy reluctantly heads back into storage area to begin.
Following her, you watch as she pulls a step ladder over to some shelves and pulls down a box from a high shelf. What you notice but she hasn't, is that one of the knives has apparently caught the back strap of her bra when it cut through the shirt. A small tear has formed between it and the cup.
With a smile you let just a whisper of your power tug at the tear and as Amy reaches for another box the tear lengthens and then comes completely free.
"What the fuck!" Amy explaims almost dropping the box as her left boobs slips half way out of the unrestrained cup.
Climbing down, and with a quick look out to the front of the shop, she removes the bra to assess the damage.
"Well that's just my luck today! This thing is ruined. James better goddamn get back here fast"
As if on queue James called from the front as he entered. "Amy? Where are you?"
"Don't come back here!" she yelled. "Just.. Just hand me the bag, and stay out the front"
"Umm okay", James replied. Edging towards the door he held out the bag and Amy reached to grab it, unknowingly flashing James some side boob.
"Thank god you got back in time", Amy called from the back room," I was starting to.. what the fuck is this?"
"Err it was all I could get in a hurry" James lied, blushing slightly at his deception.
Amy stepped out of the back room, and James suppressed a gulp. She was now wearing a grey off the shoulder cropped T shirt. The midriff cut daringly high and showing off the young woman's torso in a very distracting manner.
"Well this is just fucking great!" Amy sighed.