I woke, I could feel hands running up my legs. I liked the sensation. It took me a moment to realise where I was. The masseuse continued, kneading my bottom. I stretched my neck. It felt as if I was laying on two pillows. Two large pillows. My new tits. My big new, E- cup breasts.
We walked to the refreshment lounge, wrapped in big white fluffy towelling robes. Mineral waters in hand, we found two armchairs in a corner.
"These take some getting used to," Cindy said, indicating her two twin E-cups.
"Tell me about it, and they wanted us to go to an F. The girls are jealous, they want an increase as well."
Alice Coward walked past, and hissed "whores," as she went.
"That woman is really starting to get right up my nose." ...
"We need a girl then, the same as we did when we lured Tris," Cindy said. "Obviously, none of us he knows us for one."
"Ashley," Cindy said, at the same time as Michelle.
"Who is Ashley?" Charles asked.
"My cousin," Michelle said. "Eighteen, but looks like she's fourteen, with two fried eggs for tits. Freckles. Nice bum though."
"Does he know her, know she's your niece?" Charles asked Cindy.
"No, definitely not. And she plays tennis. I'll talk to my sister."...
We didn't tell her the whole story. She didn't need to know. Would she still have agreed to Ashley doing it if she had known, maybe. Maybe not. To catch the pervert that had touched up Emily, touched up other girls. Touched up Michelle. Oh yes.
They rented a cottage, not far from the sea. Ashley was enrolled into Emily's college, not that she'd ever go there, just a back story, Alice knew everyone. She joined the tennis club. The game was afoot.
Why didn't we just watch, and wait for him to approach any girl? Fair question, one we had asked ourselves, argued through. No, it had to be someone we had planted. We needed to be in control. We didn't need him paying some one off, denying it had happened, or god forbid, the Police becoming involved. We knew the result we wanted to achieve. Sit back and wait...
Tina wasn't stupid. We sat in the lounge one evening, the week after they had arrived. Ashley was just back from the tennis club, her second session. Thankfully, she could play tennis.
"So, what is it you all do for a living?" Tina asked.
"Corporate entertainment, we are lucky, we often work together," Cindy said.
"Corporate entertainment, mmm, if you say so. And the boob jobs, part of the package?"
"Well, they want us to look good, and it was well, available at a good price," Cindy lied.
"You know some of the implants have been recalled don't you," Tina said.
"Yes, Natasha was unlucky, had to have hers re-done. Mine were, well getting on, so I had mine re-done. Better safe than sorry."
"And your boss paid for them I take it, he pays for a lot doesn't he. Holidays, you're always somewhere when we talk, and those clothes, wow, I could use a job like that. Could use tits like those. I might have to go for an interview."
"Mummy," Emily called, as she walked from her bedroom. "Oh, sorry Tina, didn't know you were here."
It was a month since Tina had arrived, together with her daughter Ashley. Emily carried a dress over her arm. She wore a pair of red knickers, silk, tiny. They were almost not there.
"Wow," said Tina, "now I really know I want a pair of those."
"A pair of what Mum," Ashley said, taking us all by surprise as she arrived back from yet another tennis lesson. "Oh, they're...big."
"Can I?" asked Tina.
Emily didn't mind, she never had. Tina cupped her right breast, squeezed, then weighed it.
"Feels natural, great shape, but I'm not sure about the size, what are you?"
"I'm a DD the same as Michelle, but Mummy and Cindy are both E cups," Emily said.
"Will mine grow that big," asked Ashley, "or will they just be like yours Mum."
"They'll be like mine sweetie, but you can always have them made like Emily' or bigger like Auntie Cindy. It'll be up to you."
"Good, I'll have them like Auntie Cindy, though Alex says he likes little ones." Ashley said dropping the bombshell.
"He said what," Tina asked.
"He said he prefers little ones, like mine." Ashley said.
"Did he touch you?" I asked.
"No, well not really. His hand brushed against me, but it was just an accident. Can I touch Emily's please?"
He didn't do anything else for a week, then he made his move, slowly, but steadily. Every lesson, he'd touch her, "accidentally" at first, then, when she didn't complain, he became bolder, then bolder still. He brought her things. Little things. Complimented her. Stroked her bottom, lifted her tennis skirt, and stroked her bottom. I thought Tina was going to explode. We watched, in Charles' office, on the CCTV screen. Charles had cameras everywhere, he wanted Alex Coward, now more than ever.
"When do we confront the creep?" Tina asked.
"Not just yet Tina, from what Emily has told me, Alice gets involved. Let's see." Charles said.
"But that's my daughter!" Tina exclaimed.
"Yes, and she's safe. We have someone monitoring the screens. Three heavies just along the corridor. She'll be fine, you know she will."...
We dressed carefully. Charles had emphasised how important this party was. He didn't elaborate. He didn't have to not to us. Ashley had watched us. Watched us apply our makeup, pack our cases. Roll our stockings up our legs. Fasten them to our suspender belts.
"Natasha, can I have lingerie like yours," Ashley asked.