This story is a continuation of "Danni's Rules" Chapter 1. This story won't make sense without having read the first chapter. If you haven't read it, or if you haven't read it in a while (it's been a long time since it was published), please read it first. It won't take long.
On her way home, Danni kept thinking about the events of the day. She knew she initiated it when she said he shouldn't keep his hands on just her shoulders, but he sure seemed excited to follow through. He even said he fantasized about her! And he liked her tits! No guy had ever told her that, and she was pretty sure he wasn't just saying it.
Later that evening, during dinner, she nonchalantly said to Steve, "Do you think I should get a boob job?"
"Shit, YES!" he replied, with a big smile on his face. "Are you thinking about doing that?"
"I don't know...just a thought. Nothing I'm going to do immediately."
She couldn't get over how excited he was at the thought of her having bigger boobs.
The next day, toward the end of the day, she went to Robert's office and closed the door. He smiled and stood up to meet her as she walked toward his desk. Just as he got close to her, she stopped.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"Of course. Sounds serious."
"Do you think I should get a boob job?"
Robert realized she closed the door because of the topic of conversation, not because she had something else in mind. He thought for a bit before answering.
"I think if you don't like the size of your breasts, and if you think you'd feel better about yourself if you had bigger boobs, then you should do it. And there are definitely women who have no boobs who probably do feel better after they get one." He chuckled out loud. "That's get one procedure -- not get one bigger boob. That would be weird." Danni laughed, too. Then he paused for a few seconds as their eyes were locked.
"But if you're asking my opinion if I think you NEED one, or if I think your boobs would look better if they were bigger, the answer is no. Jesus, Danni, I think your boobs are absolutely perfect."
She smiled and looked down at her chest. "They're kinda' small."
"Yes, they aren't huge. They're just perfect."
Danni reached down, grabbed one of his hands, brought it up and placed it on her breast.
"You sure you like them?"
And then she moved her face toward his and kissed him. He started massaging her breast and felt her nipple harden. As they continued to kiss, he slipped his hand under her top and again massaged her breast over her bra. She liked what he was doing to her breast, and she liked the feeling of his hard dick against her. But she suddenly took a step back and pulled his hand out from under her shirt.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You make me feel so incredibly good, and I don't mean to tease you, but I'm afraid if we get started, I won't stop."
"It's okay. I understand. But, god, you turn me on, Danni!" he said quietly.
After he took a step back, he asked, "Why the question about the boob job? Is it important to you to have larger breasts?"
"Shit, I don't know. Most guys think they're too small. But you seem to think they're okay."
"Not exactly true," he said, making her look confused. "They're way better than okay. They're wonderful."
She smiled. "You know, flattery will get you everywhere. But not tonight. I need to head home." She hesitated for a few seconds. "We're still friends, right? Even if your flattery doesn't get you everywhere, you'll still come visit me in my office and rub my shoulders, right?"
Robert laughed. "Yeah. Until you report me to HR."
Danni smiled. "Good. I think you're safe. I gotta go. See you tomorrow."
She gave a little wave, turned, and walked out the door.
The next morning, Robert was the first one in the office, which was not unusual. He liked to get in early to get stuff done.
As he sat down at his desk, he noticed the seam of his pants had come apart on the outside of the left leg near the knee. It wasn't a huge gap, but one that was certainly noticeable. He sighed as he walked over and closed the door. Then he closed all the blinds on the windows, since there were other office buildings right across the street, and since it was still dark out, people in those offices could see in to his lighted office. He took off his shoes and pulled off his pants. Then he slid open the upper left drawer of his desk. Thanks to all his travelling, he had a nice collection of sewing repair kits from various hotels.
He took out one of the "good" ones -- where there are 8 needles, each already pre-threaded with a different color thread. Just as he was about to open the little plastic case to pull out the one with navy blue thread, he stopped and smiled to himself. He picked up the phone and dialed Danni. She often got into the office early, too. He was happy when she answered.
"Hi there!" she said in a cheerful voice.
"Hi to you. I just wanted to let you know my pants seam was ripped, so I had to close my office door so I could take off my pants to fix it. But if you have any questions about any presentations, or just want to lend a hand, don't let the closed door stop you. Just c'mon in."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Finally, Danni replied, "Okay. Thanks. Good to know. Bye." And she hung up.
