INTRODUCTION
Jonathon Jones grew up loving breasts, being weaned late on a couple of beauties, a succession of nannies baring theirs for him after learning it kept him quiet and then later his older sister Robyn found Jonathon was capable of releasing unbelievable feelings within her by making her sweet pair available to him to play with.
The young guy's progress through school and high school was achieved distinction and he appeared to find it difficult to find and hold on to girlfriends, none of whom were interested in a guy passionate about their tiny tits.
At college Jonathon elected to take fine arts because he was good at drawing bicycles and buildings. The bossy art department head rifled through his private folder and found ten pairs of immaculately drawn panties and placed him into the all-female group who'd chosen to take clothing design as an optional study. The poor guy was humiliated, teased hugely throughout the college but that changed when fellow student Melissa someone pried and found in Jonathon's private folder a beautifully rendered sketch of a woman's pussy. Fellow students thought it would be his mother's but it actually was the woman who lived next-door who was teaching Jonathon the basics of life whenever her husband was out of town.
Almost overnight the guy's reputation at college soared as he began drawing pussies and dicks for $25 each drawing but her insisted on only single-person sittings. A number of the young woman gave him more that money but that was only to be expected at that age. After college he went to live with his grandmother in London and worked for an advertising agency sketching women's garments until being head-hunted by a company in Milan selling its brand of women's underwear internationally. Eventually Jonathon, now calling himself Paulo Piccoli, returned home to Houston, wealthy but bored and dissatisfied that women only wanted him for sex.
CHAPTER 1
Paulo (Jonathon) put his red Ferrari into storage and dressed in his snappy slim-fit suits rode around the city in his yellow scooter and soon became quite an icon, what with his lean looks, beaklike nose and flowing blond hair (when he'd left American it had been brown). He became isolated because he really didn't know how to talk to guys and shunned women who only wanted sex so that left only his mom and his Aunty Joyce to take an interest in him. Eventually poor Paulo decided to look for a job, something different.
"Paulo," said Joyce addressing her 33-year-old nephew as if talking to a piece of furniture because she wasn't into sex. "Three weeks without finding someone to hire you is a bit rich. A department store in the mall where I have my store is seeking a corsetiere. With your background you should interview for that position as a corsetier."
"Isn't that the same?"
"No, the male specialist comes without the final 'e'."
"Eh?"
"I said 'e'. It doesn't matter."
His mom performed her he-haw laugh and his sister, now married and who couldn't look at her brother without licking her lips, said if he required practice he could always fit her; her mother and aunt thought that was a great idea.
Paulo slunk off to the mall to try to pick up a woman interested in his intellect or his appreciation of renaissance art or expertise in Italian cooking. He spotted the discreet notice in the department store window advertising for a corsetiere and later after failing to pick up anything but a ten-dollar bill, went and applied for the position.
Red-cheeked and almost beside herself 21-year-old Macy rushed into her manager's office. Mrs Smith was bathing her feet, patted her purple hair and sighed, "What is it now dear?"
"We have an applicant for corsetiere."
Beth said, "Tell her to wait ten minutes. I wish to finish here."
Macy gurgled, "It's guy."
"Call security dear."
"No, no -- you don't understand. It is the cute Italian guy riding around on the yellow scooter. Everyone is talking about him."
"My friends don't even mention him."
"Mrs Smith -- he's the hottest fuck in town."
"Child, ease back on the language please." Beth thought for a moment and then waved her hand grandly. "Let's have some fun with him. Tell him I'll see him in ten minutes. No, we don't want him lining us up here. We'll see him in the showroom. Please stick very close to me."
Beth began very firmly. "Corsetieres are women."
"Did you make up that ridiculous assumption Mrs Smith? Several salons in Paris have males as corsetieres."
"You've made that up and Paul where is your Italian accent. You sound just like one of us."
"I was born and raised in Houston Mrs Smith. When I have clients I'll talk to them in my accent."
"This is America Paulo or whatever your real name is. My clients won't accept having their bodies felt over by a strange man."
"You could be wrong, very wrong Mrs Smith. I see you have been professionally fitted."
"How dare you look at me in that manner."
Paulo smiled and said Mrs Smith should be pleased a male looked at any part of her at her age. "Your bust line is classical, that of a much younger woman."
Flushing Beth said that was a lovely compliment but he really would have no idea about bras. I know, fetch me my near perfect fit off a display stand. The near perfect fit -- ignore color and style, straps etc."
Paulo didn't look at her chest again. He went to the stands and returned with an exact match of bra she was wearing, right down to same brand. In his other hand he carried a girdle that Beth knew at a glance was her size and preferred style.
"Most impressive Paulo but very fluky. Fetch back the best bra for Macy."
Paulo looked at Macy's chest and said, "Small, sweet, slightly upturned and narrower than average back. Don't runaway Macy."
"Mrs Smith, he described me perfectly."
"Yes, I know. This is amazing."
Paulo returned empty handed. "Bradstone's new Playgirl This Summer is perfect for you Macy. The clerk at the counter said they have been ordered but not arrived, as there's been such a rush on them. You have received one sample but she doesn't know who got it."
Grinning Macy pulled down her top.
"Macy."
"I'm covered and anyway Paulo is a professional Mrs Smith. This is Playgirl This Summer -- the best bra I've every worn."
"Stand tall but relaxed Macy, keep your top down and shoulders where you feel they are in normal position."
"Good girl, now turn around. This left-hand strap needs to be loosened a quarter of an inch."
"There -- how's that."
"I really don't think...oh yes I do. It's perfect Paulo. If you hire Paulo will he be permitted to play with my breasts Mrs Smith?"
"Play with them no, but he can give you daily fittings when we are not busy. I'm afraid after interviewing Paulo properly I'll have to refer his application upstairs to store management. I don't want my head to roll because I failed to consult over a controversial appointment."
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Operations director Max Clifton said, "Okay Beth, he's designed bras and panties for one of the most highly regarded companies in Europe and he has looks and charm to burn and an incredible eye for size, shape and irregularities presumably and you told us how he choose for you and your youth buyer with unbelievable accuracy. So convince me over and beyond that why we should employ him?"
"Oh Max, I have nothing to tell you but my intuition tells me to go with him."
"I'm sorry Beth but..."
