She Carries on Without a Bra

Jaycee decides that she can't afford to make a bad impression by showing up late on her first day. As daunting as it may be, she'll just have to get through the day without a bra. The dark haired girl buttons the top button of her blouse, now less eager about showing off than before, and hustles back out into the lobby.

Jaycee fights the urge to keep her arms crossed in front of her chest and tries to look confident as she strides across the lobby. Acting embarrassed would only draw more attention to herself. Dozens of people are entering the building in a steady stream, all getting ready to report for another day of work. With each step she takes, Jaycee can feel her generous chest bouncing beneath her shirt, now completely unrestrained.

Soon she's back in the stairwell, hustling her way up to the third floor. Now, in the privacy of the stairwell, Jaycee clutches her arms to her breasts to minimize their jiggling. But soon her respite is over and she enters the foyer of the third floor, where her new office is.

She soon spots a familiar face, the man who hired her.

"Jaycee! There you are." he says with a smile, heading over to meet her.

"Oh, Mr. Jacobsen!" she replies, trying not to let her embarrassment show too much.

"Glad to have you aboard." he says, outstretching his hand. "I wanted to show you around the office before you got started."

"Oh, thank you!" Jaycee says, accepting the handshake.

Suddenly Jaycee hears another muffled snapping sound, followed by a familiar release of tension around her body.