***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
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MORNING
Emily was nervous. She was about to pitch an ad campaign for the biggest client she ever had. Technically, they're not her clients just yet. It was handed to her by another account executive who was about to retire, and she had to show the client that she could handle their account as well as her predecessor could. If she couldn't, the account would be handed to someone else in the company. However, if the client approves of what she has prepared for them, she will not only get the account for herself, but she will also improve her standing within the advertising firm.
She met up with her partner on the campaign, Jacob, who is one of the firm's best art directors, an hour before the meeting to go over everything. They decided to meet at the café next door to the client's office building for coffee and a quick breakfast before heading right next door when they were ready. Jacob saw how obviously nervous she was and assured her that the campaign was perfect and the client was going to love it.
When they were ready, they went next door. They had to sign in with the security desk and then made their way to the elevators. Halfway up to the 20th floor, something happened that got Emily riled up. She had to stop the elevator on the tenth floor and get out. Jacob followed her, concerned about what was happening with Emily. They were only fifteen minutes away from their meeting. They thought they were going to be early, but now he was concerned about whatever it was that made Emily act this way and was going to put their hard work in jeopardy.
She walked fast down the hallway, with Jacob keeping up with her. He was surprised that she was walking so fast in the heels she was wearing. She was looking around and searching through her purse at the same time, cursing at herself the whole time. Finally, Jacob had to grab her arm and force her to stop and listen to him.
"What the hell is going on with you?" he asked. "We're supposed to go to an important meeting very soon."
"Something happened on the elevator," she told him. "Something very personal."
"What is it? Maybe I can help."
"No, you can't. It's a feminine thing, OK. Just go to the meeting and I'll meet you there shortly."
Jacob didn't question her anymore. He told her to text him if she was going to be late, and he'd stall for as long as he could. He went back to the elevators while Emily went back to looking for a women's bathroom on that floor. She couldn't tell Jacob what her problem was. From the context clues she was giving him, she assumed he probably thought she had suddenly gotten her period, and she couldn't blame him for thinking that.
The problem that suddenly occurred was that the clasp on her bra suddenly broke. She suspected something was wrong with the bra when she put it on that morning, but didn't think much of it. Her main problem was that she was a big-breasted woman, 34DD, and women like her need the extra support on top. Without it, her tits would bounce around too much and it would be far too noticeable.
She wouldn't mind it if she were in any other situation or wearing an outfit that wouldn't make it less noticeable. But it wouldn't work well if she was to stand in front of a group of men trying to make a presentation. She would have to move around a lot, and then her tits would be moving around underneath her blouse.
It took a couple of minutes, but she finally found a bathroom. It was your typical public women's bathroom with four stalls, one being for the disabled, and a four-sink counter top. Instead of urinals like in men's bathrooms, they had a small couch; a perk of being a woman.
She set her purse on the counter top between two of the faucets and searched through her purse. She got excited to find one pin at the bottom of her purse. She took off her blouse and set it aside. She felt lucky that she decided to go with a bra with a clasp on the front, so she wouldn't have to go through the trouble of taking it off to fix it. Instead, she could do this with the cups still on her tits.
She was startled when a toilet flushed from behind her. She realized she was in such a hurry that she forgot to check if anyone else was in there.
A moment later, a woman with short dark hair wearing a dark colored lady's pantsuit came out of the stall and was surprised to see a beautiful blonde woman with her shirt off by the sinks, wearing nothing but a skirt and a white bra. As she walked over to the sink to wash her hands, she could see what the topless woman was doing.
"The clasp broke," said Emily. "I'm trying to pin it together."
"I've been there before," the woman replied to her.
"Has it ever happened to you when you're minutes away from a very important meeting?"
The woman laughed. "No, it hasn't. But as a lawyer, maybe it would work to my benefit if I ever got an all-male jury."
They both laughed this time. But Emily's laughter ended when she got upset again.
"Dammit!" she cried out. "The damn pin broke. Do you have something in your purse I can borrow?'
The woman searched her purse thoroughly.
"Sorry, I got nothing here."
"How about in your office?" Emily asked.
"I don't work here, I was just visiting a client," said the woman. "And before you ask, it's a male client. So, I doubt he'll have anything."
"Shit!" Emily yelled, then took out her phone and looked up Jacob's number.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to have to text my coworker who's waiting for me that I'm going to be very, very late because I have to go to a store to get something to fix this stupid thing."
The woman saw how upset she was and thought about how she could help her. She had a crazy idea forming in her head, the only one she could think of in this situation.
"What bra size are you?"
"Why do you want to know?" Emily asked.
"Just tell me."
Emily sighed. "34DD."
"Perfect, so am I. Let's switch bras."
"Are you serious?" Emily asked, and gave her a surprised look.
"We're the same size, so why not? Do you want to be late?"
"No, you're right. Let's do this," said Emily. "Thank you so much for doing this."
"It's no problem. I'm Jen, by the way," she said. "If we're going to be exchanging bras, we might as well be on a first-name basis,"
"I'm Emily."
Emily took off her bra, setting it down on the counter. Jen, who was wearing a lady's pantsuit, took off her suit jacket, then her blouse, and finally, her bra. As she passed the bra to Emily, Jen noticed how she was not looking at her as she was taking her clothes off and thought it was cute.
"I just realized, this is like the beginning of a porn scene," Jen joked.
Emily laughed and Jen was happy that her joke worked.
Emily put on the new bra and was relieved to see that it fit perfectly. She saw Jen put her damaged bra on, keeping it in place as best as she could as she started putting her clothes back on.
"I'm sorry, I'm totally selfish," said Emily. "What are you going to do now?"
"Don't worry about me," said Jen. "My jacket will cover me pretty well and my apartment is on my way back to my office. I'll just stop by there to change to get a new bra and go back to work."
"Thank you so much, you're a life saver. How can I repay you?"
"Just be sure you can get the bra back to me. It's actually one of my favorites," said Jen as she handed Emily her business card she had in her pocket. "Call me whenever you're ready to make the exchange."
Jen winked at Emily and walked out the door. Emily put her shirt back on and fixed herself up in the mirror. As she made her way back to the elevator, she remembered how Jen had winked at her. She wondered if that meant what she thought it meant.
When Emily first saw her, she guessed she was a lesbian based on her clothing choice. It was a stereotype, but being bisexual herself and visiting enough lesbian hangouts, she saw how much truth there was to it. But even with that wink, she wasn't going to make any assumptions. She has made that mistake before, a couple of times, with some embarrassing results.
AFTERNOON
Emily had to rush to the meeting, but she got there a minute before they were scheduled to meet the clients. The pitch for the ad campaign went perfectly; she had no idea why she was nervous. She described everything her firm was prepared to do to help the client market their products and answered all of their questions perfectly. She even cracked a few jokes in between and got a good laugh from everyone. Afterwards, they all agreed to go with her campaign, and they would get in touch with her firm to go over the details.
Later on, she and Jacob went out for lunch at a nice restaurant to celebrate. Their bosses called them as they ate to let them know how proud they were of the work they had just done. This gave Emily and Jacob an excuse to order wine after they ate to celebrate.
At one point, Jacob asked if she was OK about what had happened before the meeting. She started laughing after thinking about that whole situation, which only made Jacob more curious about it. Normally, she would never discuss her breasts with a male coworker, but she thought he might enjoy the story. First, she made him promise not to tell anyone else what she was going to tell him, which he did. Then she told him the whole story, from the reason she ran out of the elevator to the woman who she exchanged bras with. They both had a good laugh the whole time she told the story.
This made Emily remember that she had to call Jen to schedule a time to return the bra to her. After they finished their lunch, they headed back to their office building. Emily went to her office to answer some emails, and when she was ready, she decided to call Jen.
She called Jen a couple of times before she realized that she may not have answered her phone if she didn't recognize the number. She would've done the same thing. So, she decided to send a simple text to her about it.
Hey Jen, it's Emily. Thanks for your help today. Call or text to discuss about returning what I borrowed from you.
Emily decided to not mention the bra in the text in case anyone else saw it, so she came up with another way to mention it.
Emily got a call a few minutes later. At first, she didn't recognize the number and was going to hang up. Then she remembered it was the number she had used earlier to call Jen. She answered the phone, and they both greeted each other. Emily thanked her again for her help, and then they talked for a little while. They completely forgot about the bra exchange and were just having a good time on the phone talking and joking with each other.
They were on call for a lot longer than either one of them had planned. Emily realized she had to make a few phone calls, so she had to wrap up her conversation with Jen.
"Sorry to do this, but I have to get back to work," said Emily. "Can we meet sometime later to return each other's bras?"
