Expanding Markets Ch 01

This story was commissioned by Mike Lee. I've broken it into two chapters, and will publish the second chapter next week.

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"Welcome to the First Bank of the Nation. How may I help you today?"

Khyn Chin put on her best smile for the next customer to step up to the teller. She was a tall woman, dark hair with a precise step; Khyn felt a momentary pang of jealousy at the woman's height, at least one and a half feet taller than her own.

The woman seemed distracted, however, looking down at her touchscreen as she approached her.

"Yes," she said not looking up. "Ah. Indeed. I'd like to open an account with you." She tapped something on her phone, then stowed it in her purse. She looked up, and her bright, wide eyes surprised Khyn. This woman's makeup game was on

point.

"Well," Khyn said, giving her best smile, "If you wanted to open an account with us, we do have a few associates who can help you. I think Roger," she tried to catch the man's eye as he crossed the foyer, sheaf of papers in his hand. He didn't look up, his eyes all for the departing secretary who was packing up her purse at the far desk.

She did her best to stifle her groan as she trailed off. His words from her interview with him echoed in her ears:

I think you'll have a great future with First Bank of the Nation

. She had been excited that day, had even picked out a new outfit for the occasion of her second interview, and Roger's exuberance in her did not disappoint.

That was three years ago. Three years, and she was still at the lowest level in the branch, a junior teller.

Great future my ass

. The man thought only he was qualified to run business here, and any future he had seen for her merely involved her dolled up Chinese face standing behind the teller eight hours a day.

She blinked, realizing she had zoned out for a moment there. "I'm sorry?" she said, looking back at the customer.

"I said, I would prefer to have you open the account, Khyn," the woman replied, no annoyance passing over her features. She pronounced her name correctly the first time, to nearly rhyme with

keen

, with the "K" almost an English "J." This pulled a genuine smile from the teller.

"Your name fits," the woman continued by way of explanation. "I expect to bring in a lot of gold over the next few years, so to speak." Khyn stifled a laugh; apparently the woman knew more Mandarin than she, even if her name wasn't spelled in correct Pinyin.

Of course she should open an account for this woman. That made sense. She was only a junior teller, but surely Roger would understand.

It just made sense.

Her shirt, covering her A cups, seemed to tighten slightly.

She stepped into the foyer of the bank, motioning the woman to follow her. She would use Renee's desk; the woman wouldn't be in today, and would hardly care about Khyn sitting there for half an hour. The woman had fought tooth and claw into her position at the bank, and seemed to be gearing up to fight for Khyn's advancement as well. The associate had surreptitiously been teaching the junior teller the ins and outs of the system in her off hours, when Roger was away from the branch.

She pulled out the chair and took a seat, unlocking the desktop as she gestured for her customer to take a seat across from her. "What kind of account would you like with us? Personal, or business?"

"Just a personal account. Savings account, checking account, and a credit card as well."

"The whole nine yards," Khyn nodded. She undid her hairclip, letting her long, dark hair fall to her shoulders. She passed the clip to the customer, who put it in her bag silently, her smile deepening.

Her shirt was tight. Khyn rolled her eyes as she undid a button, then glanced around to make sure no one had seen. Her face burned, but the only one looking at her was her customer, who was staring directly at her chest in a nice way.

Somehow, that was fine with her. Gotta please the customer's somehow, even though her . . . assets, for lack of a better term, had never drawn much comment before.

She opened the systems on the desktop, putting in her credentials. That was another blessing Renee had sent her way: rubber-stamping her access requests, so she would have the required system permissions already to perform basic account actions like this.

"Your name, miss?"

"It's Ms., and Elaine Samarkand," the woman replied, as she took down a button herself.

Khyn smiled, as she typed in the name. "Could you spell that last name for me, Ms. Samarkand?"

"Of course," Elaine said, and she did. Khyn only paused in her typing to take down another button, feeling her chest strain against her bra. A part of her desperately wanted to know what the hell was going on down there, between her breasts, but the rest of her realized it was unimportant.

"All right, Elaine. I assume you have some form of identification?"

To answer, Elaine reached into her full cleavage and pulled out a small clasp. She undid it, and passed her a driver's license, then took the time to straighten her breasts, pushing them up and out.

Nice

, Khyn thought as she took the license, her eyes resting on the small hint of areolae peeking out of the woman's top. As if in response, her bra snapped loudly, the clasp in front utterly breaking due to the rising pressure. She swiftly pulled it down, moving to stow the ruined undergarment beneath the desk, but the woman held out a hand for it.

"Thanks," said Khyn. She passed the bra to her customer as her face burned. What if they had

seen

?

But no one milling around the bank foyer commented on her momentary lapse, even as they began to slowly lose their own shirts. Whew.

"I'll have to run a credit check, if that's all right," Khyn said. "If you would confirm this is a current address," and she passed the driver's license back, tapping on the listed address on front.

"Actually," Elaine began, but she was interrupted by an outburst behind her.

"Khyn!" Roger was advancing on the desk, a dark look in his eyes. He had never learned how to say her name, a fact that seemed all too relevant now. "What the hell are you doing?"

The silence in the bank foyer caused Khyn's face to burn a deeper red, as she pushed away from the computer silently. "I'm sorry, sir, but-"

The woman stood up, cutting Khyn off. She had an inch or two on Roger himself, a fact she used to her full advantage. "She was opening an account for me," she said, without raising her voice. Her hand trailed down to rest on Roger's belt.

The silence persisted, but the proverbial shoe was now sitting cleanly on the other foot.

Roger swallowed, his face revealing he could get as red as Khyn when embarrassed. "Oh," he coughed out, as Elaine stripped the man of his belt. "Well, I mean, all right then. Um. Carry on."

"We will," Elaine said. "Oh, and, be a dear and escort all the children from the branch? I don't want anyone underage here for the next few hours."

Roger nodded, not meeting the woman's eyes. "Of course, of course," and he walked away, pulling at his crotch as he carried out her instructions.

Elaine sat back down, and Khyn gave a sigh of relief. She adjusted her shirt yet again, pulling on the tiny buttons in the hope they would hold, for now. "You were good with the address on your license?"

"No," said Elaine, writing down a new address on one of Renee's business cards. She clicked the pen and handed it over. As Khyn took it, she felt Elaine's hand caress her shoulder, and shuddered at her touch.

"This is my current address, for the last two years at least."

"Ok, that works," Khyn said, taking the card and inputting the address in the right field. She pulled off a shoe, dropping it under the desk as she wriggled her black tights-encased toes.

It really was getting warm in here, wasn't it?

She heard the tearing of cloth, then, and looked up to see one of the other tellers ripping her shirt apart. The girl had already divested herself of her bra, and was letting the customer fondle her massive D-cups openly as she processed his transaction.

That was nice of her. Khyn absentmindedly brushed her nipples, finding them already hard and . . . was that a little milk? No, that can't be.

As if on cue, a small spurt of milk painted the customer's face, as the teller (Kelly . . . something?) sighed in release. Did she just orgasm, or was Khyn seeing things?

I mean, Khyn thought, presenting her tits was one thing, but Kelly better be keeping things professional here!

She found herself rubbing her thighs together absentmindedly, however, belying her own commitment to professional behavior. Her left shoe came off now, too, and she spread her toes across the deliciously cool tile floor.

She cleared her throat. "All right, then," she said, trying to find some steadiness in her tone. Her shirt took down another button all on its own, sending it spinning across the desk. "I've sent the credit check, and we should receive that back within around ten minutes. In the meantime, I'll get the preliminaries set up for this account."

She rubbed her feet together, enjoying the delicious sensation of nylon against nylon. She saw Roger emerge from his office out of the corner of her eye, straightening his tie. His shirt billowed out from him, all but the top unbuttoned. A customer trailed him, her hands clutching her bare breasts as she stumbled weakly.

Damn it. Roger always got the cutest girls, and never saved any for the rest of them.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, fingers pulling down her shirt. She turned back to Elaine, who was busily unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, pulling it off her expertly.

The play of her shirt against her nipples drew a gasp from her, and a further squeak of surprise when she looked down at her bare chest. Those were . . . they couldn't be

her

tits, could they? A small dot of milk beaded on one nipple, resting atop what had to be massive D-cups, possibly small E's. They bounced a little, full of more milk than she knew what to do with.

"Top me off?" Elaine said, holding out her coffee mug. Fittingly, the mug was filled only halfway with milk, nothing darker.

"Of course," Khyn said, wondering how her tits could be wider than even her torso. That was certainly an interesting geometry problem. She cupped one breast, heaving it so the nipple was positioned above the mug, and then she squeezed the nipple.

The sensation was amazing. She nearly orgasmed then and there, as a steady stream of milk splattered into the mug, most of it remaining there. Once it was three-quarters full, she switched breasts, tugging on her other needy nipple as her thighs clenched.

"Unnnng," she said, her teeth clenched as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh, god, sorry about that!"

"No, that's perfect." Elaine took back the mug, which was filled now to the brim, and sipped at the warm milk, leaving a milk moustache across her otherwise red lips. "You taste very good," she remarked, as she set the mug aside.

"Thanks," Khyn said, as she pressed the inside of her arms together, more milk spilling out to drip onto the floor. Her thighs were not yet done clenching, and the urban legend of a crossed-leg orgasm seemed not quite so outlandish anymore.

"Could I have some direct from the source, hmm?"

Khyn blushed, and looked around. Oh, god, everyone was watching. She couldn't mess this up, she couldn't mess this up.

She gulped. "Um, sure," she said, proffering a breast. "Just, however you, ohhhhhh."

Elaine had leaned forward, taking the nipple between her teeth. The sensation was of jolting pain, but mingled inextricably with rising pleasure. Milk sprayed from the teat, and Elaine continued sucking it down. Khyn's legs were firmly crossed, her thighs continuing to work their magic as her pussy began to spasm in anticipation of orgasm.

"Ohh, yes, like that, just milk me ma'am, oh," and she had switched nipples, drawing the other breast dry. Khyn looked down, surprised to see a drop of blood on the breast, Elaine's ministrations having broken the skin.

"Oh, oh god, yes, like that, aaaAAAaaaAAAAH!"

And she came, spraying as much in her panties as from her breasts. Her legs shook with each pulse that consumed her, from her overworked tits down to her underworked cunt. Delicious dampness trickled down her legs, splashing on the tile floor in tiny droplets.

"Mmm," Elaine said, as she finally pulled back. "It's always better drinking from the source, isn't it?"

Incredibly, Khyn's tits had deflated to mere C's, though they were still far larger than they had been. She nodded in agreement as she bit her lip, still coming down from that incredible high.

She pulled down her skirt, then, and stripped herself of her tights and panties, soaked as they were. Elaine offered to take the panties, and Khyn gratefully obliged. Who said customers were never cooperative?

Her computer dinged.

"Oh," Khyn said, seating herself again. "The credit check came back and . . . oh, wow."

Several clicks followed, as Khyn confirmed what the initial report said.

"Nothing to be concerned about, I hope?" Elaine had denuded herself above her waist, and Khyn couldn't help but notice her excellently placed D cups, hanging in defiance of gravity itself.

"No," Khyn said, as she reached out for a friendly nipple tweak. "It's just . . . it's a

perfect score

. I've never seen that before."

"Oh. That's good news, I hope?"

"Well, let me put it this way. How high do you want your credit limit to be, Ms. Samarkand?"

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"Now, sign here. And here. And sign and date here . . . and the same here."

Elaine did so with efficiency, even as Roger pushed in and out of her ass with his surprisingly large cock. She had come twice already, so the pace he set was languid at best. Her eyes fluttered from the stimulation all the same.

"Oh, you're such a dear, Khyn," she whispered, as she handed back the pen. "You did a good job, you deserve a reward."

"Oh, you'll be a regular customer, I can already tell," Khyn said, as she leaned back and tweaked both her nipples. Her breasts had steadily grown back to E cup, full and ready to be milked. "That's reward enough."

"True," Elaine said, as she pulled away from Roger. The man was under strict instruction not to cum unless told. And he had been a very obedient boy.

Elaine sat down on the desk, spinning around and coming down on Khyn's side. She planted a kiss on her lips, tongue darting in momentarily, before she kneeled down next to her. Then, she motioned for Roger to come around as well.

The man complied, his full cock bobbing as Elaine turned Khyn's chair to face him. Then, her hands travelled downward, stroking Khyn's perfectly shaved clitty with a pianists touch.

Khyn shuddered, instinctively reaching out to draw Elaine in closer. Roger stepped forward, and Elaine snapped her fingers at his cock.

He got the message, beginning to pump it up and down with his fist as he watched Khyn buckle under Elaine's ministrations. Her chest rose and fell magnanimously, her impossibly large tits spurting out more droplets of milk with every breath she took.

She met her boss's eyes, and held his stare as he continued to pump. Her legs were spread almost at one hundred eighty degrees, her pussy basking in pleasure as Elaine inserted a finger within.

Roger increased his pace, his eyes rolling back into his head as his balls began to tighten. Elaine slapped them, and held a warning finger up to him.

"None of that. Not yet."

Roger groaned, but he slowed his pace nonetheless. A drop of precum fell from his cock, splashing onto Khyn's engorged nipple and mingling with the milk pooling from there. Khyn smiled and squeezed that nipple, the arc of milk hitting his fist and cock.

Huh, Khyn thought. That wouldn't be half bad as lubrication.

"You can take over from here," Elaine whispered as she pulled back from Khyn's pussy, standing up and walking around to Roger's back. She massaged his shoulders for a moment, then kneeled down again, her fingers tickling his back, then his ass.

Khyn's left hand snapped to her pussy, rubbing madly as she pressed her upper arms together, pushing her breasts forward. They undulated with her heavy breathing, and Roger took an unsteady step towards her.

Khyn sat up, wrapping her tits around his cock. Then, one hand steadying them, she continued to attack her own pussy with the other as Roger began to slowly pump between them. Each pump disgorged more milk, which ran all over her tits, much of it finding its way between them and the pistoning cock there. With every thrust, she licked the head as it emerged between her cleavage.

She saw Elaine's face buried in his ass, her tongue apparently playing with his sphincter. Roger seemed to enjoy this.

Khyn realized she could taste her own milk on his cockhead, the warm smell of it sending her over the edge, nearly. She pulled back, wanting to taste the man's cum before she would orgasm again.

"You like my tits, huh?" she teased, as she licked his cockhead again. Roger groaned, and his hips began to emulate a steam engine at full bore. Every thrust sent tingles through her nipples, which were gushing milk freely at this point.

Her arm tightened around her cleavage more, the delicious friction Roger imparted practically causing her breasts to orgasm on their own. Her teeth were set, her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure began to mount.

Four fingers, then five, entered her pussy. Then, her hand balled itself in a fist as it continued to work inside her.

"Say her name," she heard Elaine whisper, though not in her ear.

And, miraculously, he did. With perfect pronunciation.

"Khyn. Khyn.

Khyn, OH, KHYN, fuck YES

."

He continued to moan her name, as she felt his balls tighten past the point of no return. She squeezed her tits together even more tightly, as her legs began to buckle and spasm.

Her breasts orgasmed, spurting out great streams of milk that painted Roger's chest. And her cunt orgasmed, sending pulse after pulse of juice spraying from between her legs and over her balled fist.

She was screaming, she realized dully. Her throat was as sore as her breasts, but yet she was still screaming.

Cum coated her face, her chest, and her milk-drenched teats. She cut off her scream as her pussy spasmed a final time. She sank back in her chair, letting the mixed cum and milk drip off her.

"Clean me up," she said weakly, gesturing toward Roger. The man immediately fell to his knees, his tongue lapping up his own milky semen as she began to catch her own breath.

She giggled -- an actual, bona fide giggle -- as Roger's tongue tickled her all over the front of her body. He ended up on her left nipple, sucking it dry as she moaned at the sensation. Then, she proffered her right, and he began suckling at both nipples at once.

"Oh, yeah, who's promoted now, huh?"

"You are," Elaine said, and as she spoke, it became the truth. Khyn shuddered as reality folded around her, and soon enough, she had the junior teller Roger drinking her milk. As was only proper for a branch manager, of course.

"How would you like to . . . accompany me on a little excursion of mine?" Elaine whispered, biting at Khyn's ear. The asian girl simply nodded, as she pulled her teats from Roger's lips, one last spurt of milk splattering him between the eyes.

"Splendid," Elaine said. "But for now . . . oh, let's have a little fun!"

She clapped her hands, and Khyn looked around. It was a normal business day for the First Bank of the Nation. The tellers were completely stuffed, pussy and ass, by the various customers making deposits. She saw Renee had actually come in today, slipping in while Khyn had taken care of business no doubt, and was busy eating out what must be an important client on the floor of the foyer.