“Bold move. I know she has a taste for erotic imagery in advertisements.”
My eyes drift down again, this time, not by choice. It’s more of a reflex. When I manage to bring my attention back to Charlotte ‘s face, her lips curl, having caught me checking out her figure. She’s not surprised. If anything, she understands.
“Are you curious or something?” she asks.
Her voice was shy when asking and she blushed. Her smile is inviting, almost mischievous, like she wants to delve deeper but knows we shouldn’t.
“This is clearly inappropriate, and I apologize for that, but do you have a picture on your phone? Something I can see? I’d like to know what the fuss is about.”
Her face is unchanged, as if she expected this, as if this topic of conversation inevitably rouses a person’s curiosity, which it does.
Charlotte reaches into her pocket and flips through her phone screen. For some strange reason, this doesn’t feel awkward anymore. It feels like a natural progression between friends as she finds a suitable picture and her eyes sparkle and her lips tense.
She shows me the phone. Her breasts. Her nipples.
“Do they live up to your expectations?” she asks.
“Let’s just say that your story makes sense. They’re gorgeous.”
She puts the phone away. “Glad you think so. You’re one of the few people who’s actually seen that pic.”
“I’m assuming it was taken by Isabelle in a studio.”
“Yes, her artwork is divine and I’ll do anything for her.”
I wonder if she knows the kind of reputation which Isabelle has. Should I tell her? Warn her? Perhaps she already knows. She’s a young woman who’s clearly still exploring her complex sexuality. Broaching such a topic isn’t my place, as our relationship revolves around business.
But I wonder. Especially after seeing her nipples, I wonder…
The Fashion Designer
Charlotte Becking is having her picture taken by a photographer. No face shots. Just her body wearing the bra. She’s thin and elegant, if she’d have more confidence she can be a professional model and I’d hire her. Being a business woman suits her better.
I own this place, the photo studio, the offices, the section for product design. The different work stations are bustling at the 10 a.m. hour because we have multiple clients to serve. I’m in charge of everything around here.
After checking on different employees, I return to Charlotte ‘s photo session because time is of the essence. The key to business is working quickly, while maintaining a high level of quality. My photographer has a sharp eye. The camera snaps pictures. Charlotte ‘s poses are bland because she has no experience modeling, but all that matters is the product and the shape of her chest.
I convinced her to pose for the camera because I’m a big believer in authenticity. My philosophy has always been that buyers are sophisticated and must be treated accordingly. To my eyes, Charlotte is as authentic as it gets. She represents the young woman who is ‘still figuring it out,’ as the saying goes.
This line of work is more than just the present. It also requires a look into the future, to see what’s possible. What can be done? What the limits are.
“Ditch the bra,” I say. “Slow. Play with it.”
She freezes and her eyes widen. She’s been topless before, but never around this many people. We’re fully staffed today and it’s an open workspace.
“Okay.”
Charlotte reaches back and unclasps the bra. As the CEO, she outlined the concept of the bra she wanted, but I’m in charge of manufacturing and handling the smaller details. Now she’s under my direction because I have a wealth of experience in promotions and she always takes my advice to heart. I like that she admires me.
Now I’m admiring her and her delicate figure, but sadly there’s no style in how she’s undressing. She moves too fast for my liking.
“Slow,” I say.
The photographer keeps snapping pics as Charlotte moves slower, unsure of herself, yet enticed by the prospect of revealing herself to my team.
Charlotte ‘s hidden tenacity gives her the courage to reveal her nipples. Long. Dark. Suckable. It looks delicious on her light skinned, thin figure. Only a small number of employees are looking, just the ones working in this area. Nudity is so common in the fashion world that people are immune to it. Regardless, the ones who aren’t looking are missing out.
If I had those nipples, I’d come to work braless most days. Let them poke through my shirt. Maybe I’d return to modeling like in my younger days. The images would be posted on the wall alongside the celebrities and famous models that I’ve worked with over my career. God didn’t bless me with those, unfortunately. Those blessings were given to Charlotte , who’s apprehensive with the gifts she bears. Such a terrible waste. A shame. I’ll have to change that. She needs to appreciate what she has.
So I instruct my photographer to take different pics of Charlotte ‘s nipples. Closeups. Angles. Different shadings. These photos have artistic value and have a variety of uses later. Charlotte ‘s silence is her consent. The fact that she goes along with this shows that she understands. Ever since we met, we’ve always been on the same page in terms of marketing and product use. We understand each other and I love her story.
I’m an advocate of body positivity, from skinny to curvy. Petite to large. Tall to short. And I admire the different sizes and colors of nipples. Hers are the cream of the crop, in terms of big ones. They make my mouth water.
The photo session is complete, we have enough shots, but I notice Charlotte ‘s nipples get more erect with each pose she strikes, with each snap of a photo. Her hunched shoulders pull back. Her small chest pushes forward. There’s that confidence I’ve been looking for! All it took was the removal of her bra.
It confirms my theory that most women are secret exhibitionists. The right circumstance can always push a woman’s sexuality to new heights. As it turns out, this is Charlotte ‘s medicine. Exhibitionism is the sunlight to her darkness. We’ve had long discussions about her insecurities, it’s the reason she created this bra line. To feel sexy. To feel seen. All women want to be desired.
“I’ve heard that women with big nipples can orgasm if they’re properly sucked. I wouldn’t know. My nipples are teeny tiny.”
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She knows I’m talking to her, but pretends the statement is for someone else because she doesn’t want to answer. There’s silence in the room. The photographer will keep taking pictures until I say stop, even though we have enough pictures. Finally, she indulges me.
“That sounds realistic,” she says.
“What’s the answer then?”
“I don’t know.”
“You would be the authority on this issue,” I say. “What’s the answer?”
“It’s complicated.”
“You really don’t know? Are you a 28 year old virgin? Have you never had an orgasm before?”
“Sure I have.”
“Can you orgasm if your nipple is sucked properly?” I ask.
“Just my nipple?”
“Yes, if only your nipple sucked. Nothing else.”
She hesitates. Gulps. Shoulders curl. A cowardly move, but I enjoy making people squirm. I enjoy making people nervous in my presence. It gives me power. It also helps create beautiful art. She’ll be stronger when I’m done with her.
“I think it’s possible,” she says. “I’m sure I can orgasm if my nipples are sucked enough, but I’ve never gone that far before.”
“Why not?”
“My insecurity stops me from enjoying it. People I’ve dated have sucked on them, obviously, but sometimes I’ll ask for it to stop.”
“Do you hate receiving oral sex?”
“No. Just on my breasts. I feel embarrassed if they’re being sucked, that feeling of my nipples elongating in a person’s mouth, that triggers my insecurity.”
“Why?”
“Because of how big they can get when being sucked.”
Her voice is shaky. Her confidence is gone because she’s revealed something so personal about her youthful sexuality. Yet her nipples are rock fucking hard at the moment. Epic nipples. Begging to be toyed with. Perfect.
With a wave of my hand, I signal for the photographer to put the camera down.
I walk towards Charlotte with purpose. My confidence is real. Hers is fake. I’m statuesque and mature. She’s inexperienced and skinny. She’s intimidated that I’m standing in front of her. The employees in this room have worked here long enough to know what I’m going to do.
This is the moment I bend down and suck her right nipple. I’ve sucked on plenty of Asian nipples before, this is the most plump. I can feel it stretch in my mouth as I suck harder. I nurse like it’s a freshly served milkshake and I’m trying to get the frozen liquid through a narrow straw.
Her body reacts. She gasps. Her body moves. Is this her first nipple-suck from another woman? Most likely. But it’s definitely her first time being sucked with other people around. I twirl my tongue around it, then spit it out.
I step back and look at my handiwork. The dark nipple protrudes and it’s coated with my saliva. Charlotte is mortified by what I’ve done, her jaw hangs open as if I’d committed some atrocity, but I’m not interested in her face. I’m only concerned with how her breasts look. That’s what I’ve been hired for.
“How did that feel?”
“Good.”
“We’re going to take more pictures. The glistening saliva on your stimulated nipple adds an extra dimension to this shoot. When it comes to glamor shots, I’m never wrong.”
“Sure, if you think there’s value.”
“There’s always value to be found.”
Because I’m bad sometimes, I flick the tip of her nipple with my finger and I’m sure it stings, just to provoke her again.
I snap my finger towards my busty assistant, who is a raging lesbian, but with the appearance of a Catholic angel. She’s been working here for a couple of years and I turned her in quickly. I made the first move, but in all fairness, she had been eying my legs for months.
My assistant knows to follow my lead when I point to Charlotte ‘s breasts. She brings her red lipstick mouth to the nipple I sucked and she continues where I left off, nursing on the small tit. Slow and sensual, the way I had trained her.
I gesture for the photographer to stand closer, to zoom in, getting pictures of my assistant’s mouth sucking on Charlotte ‘s dark nipple. The contrast of red lipstick on fair skin is erotic. When the tongue swirls around the nipple, the sight is enticing. Artwork at its finest.
“Isabelle, can you have a look at this?”
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