Of course

You tell Bridget you will answer any question she ask honestly, if that's what she wants. Slurring her words, she tells you OK. You follow as she walks up to where the booze is sitting out. She takes a bottle of vodka, pouring about 2 ounces into a beer cup, then filling it up with orange juice. You think this is a stiff drink.

Telling you to walk with her, the two of you try to get through the crowd, but Bridget keeps getting stopped by other guys. Finally, she tells you to wrap your arm around her, and pushes through the crowd. She walks you to a room, near the back of the place. Looking in, she sees no one there, and enters, with you in tow.

Looking around quickly, it appears you are in an office. The only furnishings are a desk, a desk chair, 2 chairs along the wall, and an old sofa. There are no windows. Bridget locks the door, saying, "I don't want anyone to walk in while we talk." She takes the drink she was carrying and downs it without stopping.

"I need to find out if it is me, causing Jack to ignore me. I think I am the same girl he married 2 years ago. I may have gained 2 pounds since, but I think I still look good. I want you to give me your honest opinion.", Bridget asks.

"You look good. If you don't mind me saying, those jeans are molded to your body, showing you have a tight ass, which flows to your small waist. Your blouse accentuates your form, with some nice cleavage showing. Honestly, if you were my wife, I would be checking out my hot wife all the time.", you say as you circle around her.

Bridget blushes at your comments, asking "I shouldn't, but do you want to see what I picked up at the mall today? I wanted to show Jack I could be wild."

As she starts unbuttoning her blouse, you know she is totally drunk. When she finishes, and drops the top on the desk, you jaw drops. You figured she picked up a lace bra to hold up her C-cup breast, but you are so wrong.

Instead, she is wearing a satin corset, that is pushing her tits up so much, they look like they are going to pop out. You ask if you can see the back, and she twirls, slowly. You see it has a lace-up back, and ask how she cinched it up. She tells you she had to have a friend tie her into it.

"Bridget, that is perfect. If you were with me, I would be buying you dress-up corsets, and showing you off. If you don't mind, may I feel the material?"

"Sure, just be careful of the laces."

You feel the soft satin, and turn Bridget around, noting how tight the lacing is. You think to yourself, "If she is showing me this, and letting me check the material, maybe she will let me explore." You run your hands up her sides, then across her belly.

"I like the way the corset shows your bosom", as you run your hands over the bottom of her breasts, "but is it practical?", as you put a hand on her exposed cleavage, pulling the top edge down.