Today had started off a mess. Waking late after being up half the night working on a project, Sue was in a rush to get out the door and too the office. A tall well-built redhead, able to maintain a good workout schedule despite a busy job. Regular CrossFit, although a pain with her busty figure, kept her trim and very attractive for a 30 year old, let alone the 40 year old she was. Right now that constant exercise was the only thing that would help pull this day off.
Gathering her work for the day she was just out the door and to the car when;
"OW!" a sudden stabbing feeling under her left breast finished the morning like it had started.
"Oh crap", she said straightening quickly and wiggling the bra around trying to move the broken underwire, "isn't this just great".
She looked quickly at her phone to check the time and saw she didn't have enough left to go back in and quickly change.
"Well great", she muttered repositioning and climbing in the driver's seat. Looking again at her phone starting the car, "Yeah no time for this today".
She backs out of the driveway and starts the commute to work. About 15 min in, the music cuts out and a loud ringing is echoing through the car.
"Fuck", she mutters, "Got to turn the volume down on that that thing. Hello?"
"Sue?" the voice of her director on the phone.
"Hey Mike, what's up", the annoying wire scratching into her as she changes lanes.
"We had a cancellation on the project presentation this morning", Mike says, "The flight was delayed inbound so were rescheduling for this afternoon. Will that be ok on your side?"
Sue looks at the clock again and thinking quickly, "Yeah that works out actually. I have a couple things that popped up anyhow so I'll go handle that and be along in a couple hours".
"Ok great, see you then". Before she can even respond the line cuts out and after a few seconds the music returns.
Thinking quickly she sees this is the perfect chance to fix the damn bra wire threatening to stab her to death. A quick check for directions gives her the address for a lingerie shop just down town. These places usually didn't have anything that would actually fit a heathy woman but it was better than dealing with a broken bra all day.
10 minutes later Sue is pulling up alongside a small shop. The street is the usual bustle for this part of town but things look quiet inside.
Getting out carefully she heads inside.
The shop is fairly small but looks high end. Items are carefully arranged and soft music is playing in the background. She starts walking around looking to find the bra section when she hears a voice coming from the back room.
"Morning, can I help you?"