John helps Ashley get dressed again

Ashley looks around at what must be a dozen bras strung up on hangers and hooks around the fitting room. Even if she weren’t pretending to be an airhead it would all be a bit much.

“So many choices,” she mumbles to herself. “Is it okay if I take, like, a minute to pick my favouritest ones?”

“Sure. I’ll bet Ailani can find something interesting she’d like to show me.” Ashley can see John wink at the sales clerk in one of the many reflections around them.

Ailani starts to fiddle with one of the buttons on her dress shirt. “I can think of a couple things that should hold your attention.”

Before the two of them leave, however, John says, ‘Of course you know that you shouldn’t wear any new bras until you have a chance to wash them by hand, right? You never know what they’ve been touching since they left the factory.”

“Oh?” says Ashley, “I hadn’t heard of that. But it totally makes sense. I guess I’ll hafta wear my old wrong bra for now. ‘Cause,” and she hefts up her large mammaries for emphasis, “it’s super not comfy to have my big boobs swing around.”

Ailani actually snorts at the bimbo’s words.

Whatever, thinks Ashley, she isn’t important. {first_names}’s opinion is the only one that matters. Honestly, it wouldn’t be the worst thing not to have a bra for a few hours but I’m sure my nipples would show through my top and I don’t want people staring. At least not people who aren’t John.

John says, “I can’t let you do that. It’s not safe to wear an ill-fitting bra for too long. You’re lucky we caught this when we did!” He picks up Ashley’s beige bra from the floor. “I know just the thing. Ailani I’ll need your help with this. Ashley, you stay here and see if you can make a few decisions. I know it’s hard, but it’s not rocket science.”

With that the pair leave her, closing the pink curtain and sealing her away to admire her lingerie options and the reflection of her own bare chest. They are very nice bras, she has to admit. Ailani was certainly doing her job in finding plenty of options that fit well and look stunning on her. She considers each one in turn and then separates out her favourite four. It’ll be expensive getting this many all at once but the quality should make them last awhile. And she doesn’t plan on getting rid of any of her other bras which all happen to be 36 DDD or F and fit just fine.

As she finalizes her decisions she starts to hear noises coming from nearby. It sounds like Ailani is giggling and John is grunting. There’s also a kind of wet sound, a sort of rhythmic pumping. Obviously the sales clerk is jerking him off in one of the other fitting rooms. It would be obvious to anyone, but Ashley knows that she’ll have to act oblivious.

If I weren’t so good at acting so dumb they’d never try anything that bold. But whatever, at least he isn’t going after Rosa or Sarah.

Then the pumping stops and John gives out one long groan. He isn’t even trying to be subtle. Ashley waits patiently for him to return. The curtain is pulled back by Ailani and John steps inside. In each hand he’s holding one of the bras cups. They’ve been cut away from the straps and each other, just leaving two beige concave pieces of fabric.

“This should work for the time being. You see we cut up your old bra and then Ailani helped me get some... glue to hold them in place.” Upon closer inspection it’s clear that he has jizzed into the cups. The sales clerk gave him a hand job until he spurted into them. “All you have to do is hold these in place until the glue dries. And then you don’t have to worry about the band being the wrong size. Makes perfect sense, right?”

As if. Without a band or straps my tits will still swing about freely. But at least this way my nipples should be hidden from view. And it gives me some evidence to show to my friends! Genius!

“Yeah, totally. Thank you, John. Can you help me get them stuck on right?”

He smiles and steps forward, placing the cups against her breasts. Her face flushes when she feels his warm load against her skin and her nipples harden in excitement. She takes hold of her ruined bra as John drops his hands. Ailani bites her lip and turns away, stifling laughter.

“Thank you so much! You’re so smart. Umm, can you help me get my shirt on? And then I’ll buy these ones?” she points with one finger at the bras she selected. With a little bit of juggling they manage to get her top back on and buttoned up, but she still has to hold onto her chest. At the counter she has John take her credit card from her bag and Ailani rings up the purchase. John, however, seems to have lost some interest in Ashley.

“You know, I think I’ll stick around here for awhile. The employees are all so... helpful. And eager.” he fishes his car keys out of his pocket and puts them into the bag with her purchases. “Why don’t you take my car back to the campus. I’ll get it from you tomorrow. Or some other time this weekend.”

Ashley is too shocked to sound stupid.

“Are you sure you want to leave your car with me?”

But John doesn’t even look at her, he’s ogling the other employees who are all clustered nearby and still posing as if they’re at a photo shoot.

“Yup, I’ll be fine,” he quickly scribbles his phone number on her receipt. “Call me.” And with that he escorts her to the door. Once she’s outside, one arm struggling to manage her backpack and her new lingerie, and the other held in front of her to keep her bra cups from falling down, she hears the door lock behind her.

Ashley ends up sitting in the driver’s seat for half and hour until the semen feels dry enough for her to let go. But that does give her time to text her friends and tell them she wants to see both of them back at the dorm. She's roommates with Sarah so it’s really just a matter of convincing Rosa to stick around the campus for a little longer.

When she arrives back at her room and puts down her bags the pair are already waiting for her.

“Come to gloat?” asks Sarah.

“I’m sorry but only one of us can be the best and that’s me. Can we just hug and make up? I promise I won’t say another word about it.”

Her two friends come in close for a group hug. But Ashley, with a devilish smile, grabs the back of their heads and pulls them in towards her bust. They both get a strong whiff of John’s contribution. The redhead and Latina pull back quickly once they know what it is.

“Fuckin’ Hell,” says Rosa, “it’s bad enough that you beat us. Do you have to rub our noses in it too?”

Ashley can’t help but laugh at that.

Never underestimate the genius of stupidity.