No, Ashley needs help with lingerie math

Ashley feels John’s erection twitch under her ass as he watches Sarah’s display. She can tell it isn’t her grinding that’s holding his attention anymore, her best friend is about to snatch him away.

Uh uh, no way! If bare tits is what he wants then he’ll obviously choose mine over hers, Ashley thinks to herself.

“Ohmigosh! That, like, totally reminds me.” Ashley lays it on thick. “My bra is so not the right size for my boobs. I just HAVE to go shopping for new bras right now.” She spins on John’s lap to look him in the eye. She pushes her breasts together with her arms to emphasize her cleavage. He’s turned his gaze back to her which makes her heart leap. “But, like, the math is too hard for me. Every time I try to measure my great big boobies I get all, like, confused about the numbers I’m s’posed to add up, or subtract, or whatever it is. It’s so totally unfair.”

John grins and asks, “You need some help with that?”

Girl, you are brilliant!

Ashley nods and bounces on his lap. “Ya! Especially ‘cause I wanna look good for the party later.”

“Well, no time like the present.” John starts to lift her up, copping a feel of her ass as he does. “by the way ‘present’ means ‘right now’.”

The blonde giggles and grabs her bag. She leaves her dejected friends behind, Rosa still kneeling and Sarah’s breasts still out in the open.

John quickly finds the nearest lingerie store on his phone and directs the triumphant faux-bimbo to his car.

* * *

The store is part of the newly revamped outdoor shopping centre. John holds the door open for Ashley, who steps in and is immediately overwhelmed by the displays. Mannequins with busts of all sizes are sporting lacy garments on top and bottom, and nothing else. There are bras and panties in every colour and cut, and the racks and wall hangers seem to go on forever.

“Ooh, pretty.”

Ashley had used the short car ride to put her long blonde locks into pigtails with a couple of hair ties from her bag. She had thought that looking the part would make the bimbo act easier. Turns out there’s no need to act dumb if you honestly can’t think of anything to say.

Upon seeing the customers enter all the employees turn to look. The women first see the blonde airhead and think nothing of it. Then they see John. Immediately all four flock towards him, including the middle aged manager. She had seen him on the security camera display in her office and had to run to get there at the same time as her sales clerks.

Ashley does not take notice of they way they all pose themselves offering their personal shopping expertise. She’s still looking at the sea of lingerie around her. She does not notice when John points to a dark-haired woman with coppery skin and tight fitting blazer and says, “You’ll do. Bring your tape measure.”

She barely notices when he takes her by the hand and leads her to the fitting rooms in the back. She does finally notice when he pulls open a pink curtain and she can see herself reflected in the mirrors in front of her and on either side. Her vacant stare, innocent smile, pigtails, and blouse with one button undone really do make her look like a ditz.

Not a bad look, actually.

“Aren’t you going to take your top off?” asks John.

Ashley blinks. Not only is he still in the small room with her but the curtain is wide open.

This is no time for modesty. Remember, you have to be strategic about this. You have to be smart. He can’t suspect anything or he’ll walk away and you’ll be a loser!

Without another word she unbuttons her blouse and hands it to him. He places it on a chair in the corner. Then she unhooks her plain beige bra with its full cups and wide bands and hands it over as well. He drops it at his feet.

It’s true that she dresses very modestly. Ashley fears that her large breasts and flaxen hair cause people to not take her seriously. She works hard on her studies and wants other’s attention to be for her positive attributes and not just her looks. She never shows much interest in sexy underwear or revealing clothes.

But I will if that’s what it takes to keep my friends from getting John’s approval over me.

She stands there, smiling, with her heavy breasts on display. They’re so large that even without a bra they form a deep line of cleavage between them. They have a firm, teardrop shape to them (Ashley hasn’t passed the pencil test in years) with her nipples in the centre of large, brown circles pointing forward.

The clerk arrives with her tape and without batting an eye starts to wrap it around Ashley’s chest.

“Here, let me help,” says John as he grabs her breasts and lifts them up out of the way. Ashley fights to hold back a moan at his approving touch.

“Looks like you have a 36 inch band with a bust of 42. So anything marked 36 DDD or F should fit. Is there a particular style you’re looking for?”

John answers, “Why don’t you bring us a selection to try, Ailani. She’s not great with pop quizzes.”

The other woman smiles and heads back into the aisles. John hasn’t lowered his hands.

Ashley bites her lip and says in a sweet voice, “You’re warm. That’s nice.”

Good, small words. Keep it simple, stupid.

John starts to kneed her flesh. The blonde begins to heat up between her legs.

But all too quickly Ailani returns with her arms full. She and John start at the top of the stack and work their way down. They treat Ashley like more of a doll than a real person, dressing her up in all manner of lingerie. Ashley really gets into the role, enjoying being able to turn her brain off and just say “ooh” and “aah” and the occasional “too cute!” Oddly enough the sales clerk doesn’t act as though Ashley is any sort of competition for John. She just seems happy to have been chosen by him over her coworkers.

Fishing her phone out of her bag Ashley asks the pair to takes lots of pictures to send to her friends.

“I want their opinion ‘cause, like, this is a lot to choose from. So many bras!”

Really she just wants to rub their faces in the fact that John is with her still. Every minute or so she adds another photo of her half dressed and in a sexy pose to their three-way friend chat. She makes sure John can be seen over her shoulder or in the reflections. Sure enough Sarah responds to a picture of Ashley in a lacy, plunging number with an angry face emoji and “%*#&!”. A few minutes later Rosa comments on the deep-blue quarter cup that puts her nipples on display with a begrudging “congrats slut. didnt think you had it in you”.

Ashley beams with pride. They’re so jealous! She texts back to the group “oh it hasn’t been in me. YET ;-P”.