Jolene had never heard of a salesclerk making a house call but that's what happens when you screw up a sale for the company's biggest client. Mrs. Sanford is definitely a bitch but she's a rich bitch and she is use to getting her way. When she called Jolene's boss to inform him that she had fitted her wrong he told her to go make it right.
As she pulled up to the gated mansion at the top of the hill Jolene thought, she should look for the Cerberus because she knew she was entering the gates to Hades. The servant who opened the door and then coldly told her to wait in the hall was even haughty but then she probably made more than Jolene did so maybe she had the right. She eventually led her to Mrs. Sanford's dressing room door, knocked for her and left. She stood there waiting with her bag, should she knock again, no she better wait. Finally, she heard 'Enter' and opened the door to a room larger than her apartment. Mrs. Sanford was standing dressed only in her bra her panties and garter belt, the very ones Jolene had sold her. She defiantly had a presence about her and one would almost expect the need to bow before her. Her dark hair contrasted with her alabaster skin as it framed her strong face but it was her blue eyes that you noticed first. Jolene guessed her art teacher would have called them cerulean and she could not remember ever seeing eyes of that shade. Those very eyes were now peering at Jolene and they were hard and cold.
"Mrs. Sanford, I'm sorry if I caused a problem, I am here to..."
"I don't want to hear it, come here and look at how this bra fits; I will not wear something like this."
To Jolene the bra looked to fit perfectly it was not pinching her sides, her breasts fit the cup size; she wished she could afford to wear bras that fit as well.
"Again I'm sorry Mrs. Sanford if you could just tell me where it is that you are uncomfortable I'm sure..."
"I'll show you oh yeah I'll show you. Take off your blouse I'll show you."
With the clients anger rising Jolene didn't hesitate to remove her top as she tried to remember if she even wore a clean bra today.
"See the bra you chose for yourself gives you all this cleavage."
With this she plunged her fingers between Jolene's double Ds to indicate what she meant.
"But the bra you chose for me, see no cleavage, just because I chose to remain a B cup does not mean I don't wish to look voluptuous."
At last, here was an issue that Jolene work with and she explained how a push up would indeed give her some cleavage yet at the cost of comfort. Jolene searched for the right bra from her bag as Mrs. Sanford removed hers. She glanced up to see her pert breasts standing at attention her nipples red and hard. Now not only did she wish she had her money she wished she had her breasts also. This woman was close to fifteen years older than she was and yet her breasts stood up and firm without even the need for support, whereas she even wore a sleep bra to keep hers off her belly.
"As a lingerie salesperson I know I shouldn't say this but your breasts are so beautiful in their natural state, you shouldn't even wear one. Here let me take off mine to give you the comparison."
