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My friend Amy always said that I paid too much for my breasts. I could've gone to a cheaper surgeon, or even kept them as they were. They never were that small.
Poor Amy didn't know that for every dollar I paid for that operation, I got back hundreds, it's an investment.
The surgeon had to be the best one in the country as well, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to show off those twins with such confidence. A pair of beautiful, natural looking breasts. I walked around flaunting them in my pink bikini, under the sun on my boss' yacht with his potential clients.
It was my job to turn those "potential clients" into two very happy, very eager costumers.
Oh, and I was the best at what I did.
My boss, Matt, a handsome guy in his late forties. White, graying hair, fit body and a sexy, determined personality sat on the bench next to me. He was in an open shirt and a pair of swimming trunks, sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him.
I was lying down on the bench next to him. Bronze tan skin glistening under the sun, flat firm stomach, meaty thighs, claves, and the aforementioned breasts. The pink bikini didn't hide much, that's why I enjoyed wearing it.
My sandy blonde hair was sprayed under me. I had my sunglasses on, a straw hat, and a pair of caramel high heels on. My nails were painted bright neon pink.
Matt put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it tightly, running his fingers over my soft skin.
"Those two are very important clients for the firm Lilly. We need them"
My green lusty eyes met his gaze under the sunglasses as I smiled.
"Have I ever let you down boss?"
"Never..." he said with a grin "that's why you're the best slut I have..."
He said with a slap on my thigh and stood up as the clients arrived.
Two men, one Chinese, one Arabic.
"Mister Chow" Matt said, as I shook the man's hand. He was in his forties, clean-shaven and slim with slick black hair and honestly, kind of a sweet smile. A weird thing to find amongst businessmen.
"And Mister Nazeeh" Matt said as he introduced the second man. A heftier one than the other two, probably in his early sixties. Thick hair with a well-trimmed beard. He took my hand in both of his as he shook it, fully engulfing my slim hand in his bigger, rougher ones.
He seemed to enjoy the softness of my skin, since he kept rubbing his finger on the top of my hand, his eyes roaming all over my body.
"Hello Miss Lilly. You are very beautiful, very amusing for the eye," he said in a light accent.
After welcoming our visitors, Matt asked me to go get some snacks and drinks for our guests. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and slapped my ass as the other two grinned. I walked away, heels clicking, as the men had their eyes glued to my swaying caramel ass.