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Stylings By Bizarra, Inc. - Part 1 |
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By Nigel McParr
Wearing four-inch heels and a tailored leather skirt that forced her to take short quick steps, Maria Tremblay reminded herself not to stumble as she hurried along the richly carpeted hallway past rows of glassed-in cubicles and then up a flight of stairs to the Design Director’s office on the second floor or the Inner Sanctum as it was known. There, the Design director, the CEO, and CFO had their offices. It was also where the CEO Ms. Williams commonly known as the Diva held forth after working hours. It was nearly six PM. Most of the staff, seamstresses, and mannequins had already vacated their cubicles at the Stylings by Bizarra fashion house where Maria had worked for the past eight years. She hoped Senora Angelina Bassetti the Design Director hadn’t forgotten about her appointment. She was very nervous about this meeting, but if anyone could help her, Senora could. On the way up the stairs, she nearly bumped into Jeffrey Stillwell, the firm’s CFO and a ruggedly handsome brute. She was aware of the sweep of his eyes taking her in, especially the exaggerated bounce of her breasts and cleavage that showed through the sheer fabric of her blouse. He gave her an odd tentative sort of smile as he hurried down the stairs, but said nothing to her, just gave her a simple nod. Maria heaved a sigh of relief when she reached the second floor. This was one of those times when she wished the Diva didn’t require her female employees to wear the firm’s most daring styles at work. As she hurried down the hall to Senora’s office, she was relieved to see light radiating from beneath her door. An engraved brass plaque next to the door read, Senora Bassetti - Director, Lingerie Design. Like most other management in the firm, Angelina had her nickname. Everyone, including the Diva, called her Senora; a title she clearly relished and took very seriously. When Maria knocked on the office door, she heard Angelina’s muttered reply to come in. As she slowly opened the door, she saw the spacious office space was in its usual state of disarray. Bolts of exotic and sheer fabric, tissue paper patterns and the tools of a seamstress were piled everywhere. Angelina stood in the middle of the brightly lit room with her back to Maria, her mouth full of straight pins. She was preoccupied with piecing together a new bra design on her mannequin Molly. Senora had come into the firm as a young woman and was one of the original employees. It was said she knew the Diva better than anyone else in the firm and was the only employee who wasn’t under the Diva’s thumb. She’d emigrated from Sicily and was old enough to be Maria’s mother, which in some ways she’d become. In her youth she’d had a voluptuous shape, but time and pasta had left her with a thickened waist, broad hips, and a heavy bustline that balanced the girth of her hips. She wore her lustrous black hair back and twisted up into a glossy pug. She had on a black silk dress, what she always wore to the office. As mandated by the Diva, she’d lowered the necklines of her black office dresses to display a generous amount of cleavage. Even if the Diva had not mandated low necklines, Senora likely would have done so anyway. The fact was she enjoyed sharing her enormous breasts with the firm’s customers and personnel. In spite of her role as head of lingerie design, she herself never wore a bra. Her enormous breasts were jiggling furiously as she pinned the bra parts in place on the mannequin. Maria had never been able to understand how this buxom Sicilian who looked like she’d just stepped off the boat could design such fanciful and erotic lingerie. The mannequin Molly smiled at Maria when she came into the office. With her arms extended and teetering on her stiletto heels, the mannequin was doing her best to stand still. Senora seemed preoccupied with pinning and adjusting and paid no heed to the mannequin while she built the new bra. Molly might as well have been a dress dummy, which as far as Senora was concerned she was. The Diva housed several young mannequins in the firm. She placed them all under Senora’s control. When they weren’t pleasuring the Diva or being used for lingerie fittings, Senora kept her stable of mannequins in comfortable dormitory accommodations in the basement of the firm. Senora had tight-laced Molly into a finely boned waist cincher, one of her new designs. It shrunk Molly’s already well-trained waist another inch or two. Maria wondered how the girl could breathe. Along with the waist cincher, Senora had dressed Molly in sheer charcoal panties and a garter belt that held up her smoky seamed nylons. Everything the mannequin wore was or would be a product of the firm. Maria could see why Molly was a mannequin. She was just 19 and very pretty with short straight bright blue hair, glossy scarlet lips, and an overflowing bustline that looked like it was about to burst from the confines of her new bra. While Molly had better legs, Maria consoled herself with the fact Molly’s cleavage was less spectacular than her own. At least she could be thankful for that. Senora turned her head to Maria. She acknowledged Maria with a wave of her hand. Through the pins in her mouth, she said, “Come in, come in, cara mia. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Maria stepped nervously into the office. While she waited, she realized she couldn’t keep her eyes off Molly who was looking back at her now with such a pouty expression and limpid almond-shaped green eyes Maria could feel her panties growing wet. She was gorgeous and made Maria feel older than her 28 years. “Angelina, I love that filmy bra material and the saucy way you’re showing her nipples.” Molly lifted her eyebrows and smiled hopefully as if she’d like nothing better than showing her nipples to Maria. The model’s spectacular display of breast and the dark outline of her sex beneath her panties were setting Maria on edge. The vision of all that lush pulchritude made Maria think of Page, her long time girlfriend. They didn’t live together and consequently Maria hadn’t been to bed with her for weeks. It had been way too long. Maria was certain she was picking up the scent radiating from Molly. She wondered if Senora had caught it, too. “Senora turned her head to Maria. “I’m glad you like it. It’s exactly what I had in mind. I’ve cut the bra low enough to show plenty of breast and cleavage. The fabric is soft and sheer enough her nipples just naturally come out to play.” Senora teased Molly’s nipples with her finger nail until they popped through the diaphanous fabric. Smiling, she turned to Maria. “You see what I mean?” “I do and she’s too cute for words. I don’t know where you get your inspiration.” Senora shrugged. “Sophia Loren has always inspired me.” She turned her attention back to Molly. After making one final adjustment, she stood back and studied the mannequin. She carefully removed the pinned prototype bra from Molly. Maria caught her breath as Molly’s bare breasts bounced out of the bra. Unsupported, Molly’s breasts stood upright and her raspberry-tipped nipples pointed straight at Maria. She gave Maria a coquettish smile. Maria returned the smile. “Angelina, I swear she’s still growing. Just how big are they now?” Molly blushed and looked down at her breasts. “I’ve put this one on a pasta diet. She eats like a horse. She’s filling out nicely in the bust and hips, don’t you think? It won’t be long before I have that waist down to a perfect twenty inches and the bustline at a 36JJ.” She sighed, “Which of course is right where the Diva wants her. She says it will be good for business.” “I don’t doubt it,” Maria murmured. Senora turned Molly around and gave her a noisy spank on her backside. “You’d better stop making those googlie-eyes at Maria. Do it again, and I’ll turn you over my knee and then I’ll tell the Diva what you’ve been up to. Put on your robe and be quick. The Diva’s waiting for you in her suite. And you’d better behave yourself, young lady. Because you know what she has in mind for tonight and what I’ll do to you tomorrow morning if I get a bad report.” Maria felt a short pang of sympathy for Molly as Molly belted herself into a Chinese silk robe and hurried out of Angelina’s office. Maria could see the fear building in the mannequin’s eyes and sense her aura of fright. The Diva’s appetite for mannequins was legendary. Everyone knew her sexual tastes were as unique as the clothing and lingerie she sold to her customers. Maria wished she could be a fly on the wall in the Diva’s suite. It would make for an interesting evening. Still, Molly was paid well and was housed by the firm. She had virtually no expenses and she could leave if she chose. On balance, very few of the mannequins ever decided to leave. When Molly had disappeared down the hall, Senora said, “That one’s really in for it tonight. The Diva’s had a bad week and she’s in a foul mood. I’ll be joining her shortly, which I’d rather not do, but you know how that goes. Most nights when I’m invited to join her, I really do enjoy myself. A good whipping is always exciting and it gets my juices flowing. But tonight I’m tired. I’d just like to go home and cook a good meal. But a job is a job and the Diva pays me enough I can’t ignore her. Oh to be 19 again, eh, cara mia?” “Just once I’d like to see what goes on in the Diva’s suite after office hours.” “Well, I can tell you the Diva likes you and has her eye on you. Perhaps your day may come soon. Would you like me to try and arrange it? You might be sorry.” “I-I don’t know…” “Better you wait then. With Molly, the other mannequins, and Jeffrey, it can get pretty intense.” “Jeffrey, geez, what a hunk. The man’s an Adonis.” “Yes, he is, and the Diva sees to it he stays that way.” “Speaking of staying in shape, Angelina, I don’t think I ever had a body like Molly’s. I mean when I was Molly’s age even then my boobs didn’t point straight out.” “She won’t look so cute tomorrow morning. She’ll need that big pillow over there. She’ll need it to sit on. Look at me. My bosom has grown into a pair of big beach balls and now they’re below my waist and they point straight down. But you know what? My hubby doesn’t complain. ‘The bigger the better,’ he says.” Maria couldn’t help laughing at that. At the same time, she felt a pang of sadness because she realized Angelina’s husband as exactly the kind of man she’d once envisioned for herself, but had never found. A man who would love her for who she was and was also nuts about her tits and would allow her to spend time with Page. So far, only Page had come close to her ideal and Page was a girl. Over the long haul she wondered if Sapphic love would suffice. “So, Maria, what brings you up here? You’re so busy sewing up new dresses and jeans downstairs I rarely see you anymore. Come here and give me a hug.” As Senora enfolded Maria into her arms, Maria said, “It’s my bras, Angelina. Every one of my bras – even your new designs - are driving me crazy. The straps cut into my shoulders, pinch my ribs, and they just plain don’t fit. Can you help? I’m getting so damn big; I’m not sure what-” Senora smiled. She gave Maria a kiss on her cheek. “I understand where you’re coming from, cara mia.” She went to the office door and closed it. “By the way, I love the way you look in that leather skirt. So slinky and you’ve got the hips to wear it. Now, take off the skirt along with your blouse. Then stand in front of my mirror. I want to have a good look at you.” Conscious of Senora tanding behind her and watching her intently as she undressed, Maria slowly lifted her eyes and looked into the full-length mirror. A leggy brunette in sheer ivory panties, garter belt, nylons, and a low cut designer bra stared apprehensively back at her. Her boss, the iron-willed Diva, insisted her female employees wear nothing but the firm’s line of underwear, jeans, leather and denim skirts, stiletto heels, and seamed nylons. Maria thought it was an odd dress code, but the Diva insisted it was necessary to show her customers when they visited her firm. And she gave Maria and the others a generous clothing allowance to pay for their showy underwear and outer garments. The girl in the mirror looked back at Maria with unblinking gray-green eyes neatly framed in pale blue shades of eye shadow. Her rich raven-dark hair rippled in lustrous strands and waves over her shoulders, framing an oval face and creamy complexion. Her mouth was open and her lips full, making Maria wonder were they too delectable? Was this really her? Is this how Angelina, Jeffrey, and the mannequins saw her? The breasts on the girl in the mirror were larger than the rest of her. Her breasts rose from her bra into a deep natural cleavage. Her low cut bra and her cleavage were easily seen through the sheer blouse the Diva had insisted she wear. Maria shivered when Angelina’s strong hands slipped beneath the band of her bra and began to unhook her bra. “So, young lady, I see you’re not made of iron. I can feel how my hands are making you shiver. How about that? Are you aware Jeffrey Stillwell, our illustrious chief bean counter, has been looking at you? He’s quite the hunk and unmarried, too.” “Angelina, please.” “I didn’t mean to make you blush, sweetie. But I can see you like him. Look at those nipples. They tell their own silent tale.” Maria was mortified. She didn’t have to look down to know her nipples were hardening into erect little tips. “I-I really don’t know him at all. He never says anything. But I can feel how he looks at me. He probably looks the same way at Molly and the other mannequins.” “Mmm, maybe, but he’s on thin ice if he does. Those Mannequins are the sole property of the Diva. He can look at them at his own peril. Besides, they’re too young for him. I can assure you you’ve caught his eye. But he’ll need the Diva’s permission to even talk to you. And so far, she hasn’t given him permission nor do I think she ever will.” “Angelina, you amaze me. How do you know all this…?” “It’s easy, my little cabbage. I started this firm with the Diva many years ago. We were the only ones back then. I know her better than she does.” “Will you…ask her about Jeffrey?” Perhaps - some day; but, not now. The Diva is putting Jeffrey through some training, a lengthy period of attitude adjustment. He’s not going to be let out soon.” “I-I see.” “Don’t look so crestfallen. What about Page? Last time I saw her here, it was plain to see she’s nuts about you.” “I…know, Angelina. And I love Page, too. She’s my absolute best girlfriend. Th-This may be hard to believe,…but I’ve never been with a man…I-I mean what is it like when he puts that big-” “Oh, you mean his cock? It can be wonderful or horrible, depending on how you manage it. Early on in my marriage I took the time to train my hubby. He pleasures me now - not vice versa. And he’s learned to find his own pleasure in that. I understand your needs, cara mia, and I will find you the right boy. But it won’t be Jeffrey. I’m afraid he belongs to the Diva. But there are other boys in the firm. Just give me a little time.” Senora was being so frank, Maria couldn’t help herself. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Th-Thank, you, Senora,” she said softly as the older woman put her arm around her. “It’ll all work out, but right now I want to measure your bust and see what we can do about those chafing bras.” Maria knew she was in good hands. The color in her scarlet cheeks began to recede and she felt herself relax as Senora put the measuring tape around her and drew it taut beneath her bra and then over the peaks of her bra. When Angelina was finished measuring, she stood back, draped the tailor’s tape around her neck, and set her hands on her hips. “I’m going to tell you what you already know, cara: compared with the rest of you, your bustline is truly remarkable. Your bra is too small. I’d put you in a 38K. While I measured you, I noticed how sensitive your breasts are. You shivered when I touched them. I’ll bet your nipples are tingling.” Blushing again, Maria nodded. Angelina’s warm hands and her tape measure had teased her nipples erect and much to Maria’s embarrassment they refused to relax, which brought an understanding smile to Angelina’s face. “I understand, Maria, and I sympathize with you. I’m the same way. When my hubby touches my bosom, I light up.” “It can be so embarrassing,” Maria whispered, thinking of the Diva’s hands, which were always seemingly accidentally and intimately touching her when they worked together at her sewing machine. “Look, Maria, you have a beautiful bustline, so large and full. You should be grateful for such an ample bust.” Senora set her hands on her generous hips. She regarded Maria for a moment before she spoke. “I envy you, cara mia! I have an even bigger bust, but gravity has taken its toll. Look at me. You are so fortunate!” “Angelina, what are you suggesting?” “Non ti preoccupare, my darling!” Maria looked puzzled. “It means don’t worry, Maria. For you, the perfect solution is to stop wearing a bra. You’re at the perfect age and you have the perfect breasts for it. I myself haven’t worn a bra in over 30 years. It’s one of the ways I control my hubby. He worships my jiggling low-slung bosom. He tells me I remind him of his dear Sicilian mother. In bed, he’s such a sweet boy. He tells me these things.” Maria gave the lingerie designer a quizzical look. She silently wondered how the Diva, Jeffrey Stillwell, and the rest of the firm would react if she were to come into the office braless? “That’s right, I remind him of his mother. It doesn’t bother me. For me, it’s a compliment, considering how it’s kept him performing in bed, I’m perfectly content with that.” “But Angelina, what about me?” “As for you, cara, you’d be far more comfortable braless and you’ll learn to enjoy those looks you’ll get. I know the Diva would prefer you braless in the office and it might even lead to a promotion. It wouldn’t surprise me if she created some new tops for you to wear.” Angelina’s face softened at Maria’s dismay. “Cara mia, I don’t think you understand. You have a great future here. But as quirky as she is, you must fall in line with the Diva.” Maria nodded slowly. The Diva had been hinting she’d look ever so much better in her sheer see-though blouses without a bra. The Diva hadn’t pushed the idea - simply mentioned it a few times in passing. Perhaps it was the right thing to do. She intended to stay with the clothing design firm. The pay was good and she had plenty of opportunities to exercise her creative drive. Senora took Maria’s lush breasts into her hands and lifted them. “Such beautiful breasts shouldn’t be hidden in a bra, Maria. They should be displayed to us and to Page. In time, I’ll find the right boy for you. It will be a wonderful experience.” “I’ve never had a boyfriend,” Maria whispered. “28 years old and never been fucked, eh?” Senora smiled. “I’m glad you waited so I can properly teach you. Do you or Page have a strap-on dildo?” “Dildo?” “Yes, a strap-on cock, a man’s erect cock made of rubber. You strap it over your hips. Page would love it.” “Omigod, no, we don’t have anything like that. I’ve heard of them, but we’ve never even seen one.” “Darling, you must get a strap-on cock. It will eliminate the need for a man in your lives. Are you living with Page?” Maria’s head was swimming with conflicting thoughts. “Well, yes…, sort of… I mean we haven’t…we don’t actually live together. We weren’t sure-” “Maybe you should live together. What would she think if you stopped wearing a bra?” “I-I don’t know. We’ve never discussed it.” “Cara, I think I know Page well enough. She’s naturally submissive. She’ll love you braless as much as my hubby loves me braless. You can get dressed now and for my sake even though I designed it, don’t put on that bra again. Trust me. Go to Page. Talk to her. Have some vino. Tell her in no uncertain terms you are both going to lose your virginity as God intended it.” “Angelina, how will you arrange it? I mean-” “Non ti preoccupare, my darling,” Senoras spoke softly, calmly. “I’ll be there with a young man to minister to you both. Little does he know what the Diva and I will have in store for him after you drained every drop of his manhood. He’ll wish he’d never seen either of you!” Maria could scarcely imagine the aftermath as she whispered, “Thank you, Angelina. I knew you’d be able to help me.” Maria hugged her mentor as hard as she could. “Go, Maria. The Diva’s waiting for me. We have Molly to see to. Leave off your bra and spend the night with Page.” Senora kissed Maria, left her office, and hurried down the hall. As Maria watched her mentor disappear into the Diva’s suite, she whispered, “Thank you, Senora.” Tears of relief were streaming down her cheeks as she put on her blouse and skirt, folded her bra into her purse, and went as quietly as she could down the darkened second floor hallway to the staircase. At the top step, she glanced at the Diva’s closed door at the far end of the hallway. As she began to descend the staircase, she heard Molly’s first shriek. The mannequin’s heart-felt cry excited her, caused her to pause on the stair well. The Diva and Senora were in fine fettle. As the sounds of the whipping accelerated, Molly’s screams merged into a long sonorous wail, a kaleidoscopic blur of ear candy that sent shivers through Maria and made her wet. For the very first time, she acknowledged and owned her subliminal desire and need to control Page. She waited until the Diva and Senora had finished and Molly’s screams had faded into muted blubbering before she left the building. As she walked out to her car, she noticed Jeffrey Stillwell’s car was still in the lot. Her hand was shaking as she fought to insert the key into the ignition. Continued in Part 2
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