"Mirror, mirror on the wall." A mischievous grin decorated her face. She leaned forward, inspecting herself in the looking glass to apply some rouge to her cheeks, then across the pale skin of her lush bosom which was nicely pushed upward and framed by the tight red corsage she wore. While she felt somewhat restricted by its tight rigging it did manage to nicely accentuated her bust and contrast it to her slim waist. Of course, the plush emphasis of her hips by the floor-length crimson skirt she wore helped with that as well. Her smile morphed into one of delight over the perfected presentation or royal authority.
A flicker of a shadow, accompanied by a flutter by the open windows caught her attention. The Red Queen turned away from the mirror to face Jafar and caught him ogling her well accentuated form. Realizing that she had noticed his stare he raised his eyes only slightly to level with the nicely presented fullness of her breasts.
"Tell me," she said. For once she did not appreciate the attention. She regularly found his eyes hard to read and more than once that had given him a tactical advantage in their little quibbles. "What is your plan for making Alice cast her wish?" She adjusted her regal posture, straightening her back and thereby pushing her breasts out like a symbolic shield. Her practiced smile came across a bit too smug for his taste but he did appreciate how her breasts now bulged just a little more fully out of their confining corsage.
"The girl has a weakness" he replied. Leaning his left elbow against a mantlepiece across the room from her, he brought his right forearm forward towards her, holding his open right palm sideways as if offering to shake someone's hand. His eyes were now locked with hers.
The Queen gasped audibly and gave him an embarrassed stare. She felt how a silky warm hand had just inserted itself between her upper thighs and was slowly teasing her sensitive soft skin in this intimate region. The hand was feeling her up just as Jafar's slowly moved up and down.
"What...weakness?" she asked with some distracted annoyance, defensively crossing her legs as she straightened out the front of her long dress with both hands in vain hopes of warding off the unwelcome intrusion.
"She cares deeply for people close to her" Jafar responded calmly as his hand suddenly flicked upward to a loud shriek from the Queen. He innocently raised his eyebrows to her, as if questioning her unseemly outburst, all the while letting his outstretched thumb describe slow, small circles.
"Good" she husked in a struggle to steady herself. Then in a pressed voice and in rhythm with the movement of his thumb: "We ... will use that ... against her."
He nodded approvingly, ignoring her loss of composure.
"Now my dear:" he continued, turning his open palm upward. His eyes were again fixated on the Queens full cleavage which now heaved from her accelerated breathing, accompanied by a low, involuntary moan.
"The question is;" he slowly curled both his middle and ring finger in and watched her knees buckle, forcing her to hold on to the table with both hands. Her jaw had dropped open and she stared at him with a flustered expression. "Who is she close to?"
His middle and ring finger suddenly shot straight up as she seized to breathe, her air-filled lungs almost forcing her breasts to explode out of the tight corsage. Her pleading eyes watched the slow repetitive curls and stretches of his fingers to which she let out short shrieks of increasing pitch. He slowly walked across the room towards her, allowing his fingers to speed up their exercises. A flick of his other hand let the strained corsage snap, causing her ample breasts to spill out into the open while she loudly inhaled in relief of her desperate need for more air. Jafar took this as a sign of appreciation.
