Chapter 2

After checking on different employees, I return to Julia’s photo session because time is of the essence. The key to business is working quickly, while maintaining a high level of quality. My photographer has a sharp eye. The camera snaps pictures. Julia’s poses are bland because she has no experience modeling, but all that matters is the product and the shape of her chest.

I convinced her to pose for the camera because I’m a big believer in authenticity. My philosophy has always been that buyers are sophisticated and must be treated accordingly. To my eyes, Julia is as authentic as it gets. She represents the young woman who is ‘still figuring it out,’ as the saying goes.

This line of work is more than just the present. It also requires a look into the future, to see what’s possible. What can be done. What the limits are.

“Ditch the bra,” I say. “Slow. Play with it.”

She freezes and her eyes widen. She’s been topless before, but never around this many people. We’re fully staffed today and it’s an open workspace.

Julia reaches back and unclasps the bra. As the CEO, she outlined the concept of the bra she wanted, but I’m in charge of manufacturing and handling the smaller details. Now she’s under my direction because I have a wealth of experience in promotions and she always takes my advice to heart. I like that she admires me.

Now I’m admiring her and her delicate figure, but sadly there’s no style in how she’s undressing. She moves too fast for my liking.

The photographer keeps snapping pics as Julia moves slower, unsure of herself, yet enticed by the prospect of revealing herself to my team.

Julia’s hidden tenacity gives her the courage to reveal her nipples. Long. Dark. Suckable. It looks delicious on her light skinned, thin figure. Only a small number of employees are looking, just the ones working in this area. Nudity is so common in the fashion world that people are immune to it. Regardless, the ones who aren’t looking are missing out.

If I had those nipples, I’d come to work braless most days. Let them poke through my tshirt. Maybe I’d return to modeling like in my younger days. The images would be posted on the wall alongside the celebrities and famous models that I’ve worked with over my career. God didn’t bless me with those, unfortunately. Those blessings were given to Julia, who’s apprehensive with the gifts she bears. Such a terrible waste. A shame. I’ll have to change that. She needs to appreciate what she has.

So I instruct my photographer to take different pics of Julia’s nipples. Closeups. Angles. Different shadings. These photos have artistic value and have a variety of uses later. Julia’s silence is her consent. The fact that she goes along with this shows that she understands. Ever since we met, we’ve always been on the same page in terms of marketing and product use. We understand each other and I love her story.

I’m an advocate of body positivity, from skinny to curvy. Petite to large. Tall to short. And I admire the different sizes and colors of nipples. Hers are the cream of the crop, in terms of big ones. They make my mouth water.

The photo session is complete, we have enough shots, but I notice Julia’s nipples get more erect with each pose she strikes, with each snap of a photo. Her hunched shoulders pull back. Her small chest pushes forward. There’s that confidence I’ve been looking for! All it took was the removal of her bra.

It confirms my theory that most women are secret exhibitionists. The right circumstance can always push a woman’s sexuality to new heights. As it turns out, this is Julia’s medicine. Exhibitionism is the sunlight to her darkness. We’ve had long discussions about her insecurities, it’s the reason she created this bra line. To feel sexy. To feel seen. All women want to be desired.

“I’ve heard that women with big nipples can orgasm if they’re properly sucked. I wouldn’t know. My nipples are teeny tiny.”

She knows I’m talking to her, but pretends the statement is for someone else because she doesn’t want to answer. There’s silence in the room. The photographer will keep taking pictures until I say stop, even though we have enough pictures. Finally, she indulges me.

“That sounds realistic,” she says.

“What’s the answer then?”

“You would be the authority on this issue,” I say. “What’s the answer?”

“You really don’t know? Are you a 28 year old virgin? Have you never had an orgasm before?”

“Can you orgasm if your nipple is sucked properly?” I ask.

“Yes, if only your nipple is sucked. Nothing else.”

She hesitates. Gulps. Shoulders curl. A cowardly move, but I enjoy making people squirm. I enjoy making people nervous in my presence. It gives me power. It also helps create beautiful art. She’ll be stronger when I’m done with her.

“I think it’s possible,” she says. “I’m sure I can orgasm if my nipples are sucked enough, but I’ve never gone that far before.”

“My insecurity stops me from enjoying it. People I’ve dated have sucked on them, obviously, but sometimes I’ll ask for it to stop.”

“Do you hate receiving oral sex?”

“No. Just on my breasts. I feel embarrassed if they’re being sucked, that feeling of my nipples elongating in a person’s mouth, that triggers my insecurity.”

“Because of how big they can get when being sucked.”

Her voice is shaky. Her confidence is gone because she’s revealed something so personal about her youthful sexuality. Yet her nipples are rock fucking hard at the moment. Epic nipples. Begging to be toyed with. Perfect.

With a wave of my hand, I signal for the photographer to put the camera down.

I walk towards Julia with purpose. My confidence is real. Hers is fake. I’m statuesque and mature. She’s inexperienced and skinny. She’s intimidated that I’m standing in front of her. The employees in this room have worked here long enough to know what I’m going to do.

This is the moment I bend down and suck her right nipple. I’ve sucked on plenty of Asian nipples before, this is the most plump. I can feel it stretch in my mouth as I suck harder. I nurse like it’s a freshly served milkshake and I’m trying to get the frozen liquid through a narrow straw.

Her body reacts. She gasps. Her body moves. Is this her first nipple-suck from another woman? Most likely. But it’s definitely her first time being sucked with other people around. I twirl my tongue around it, then spit it out.

I step back and look at my handiwork. The dark nipple protrudes and it’s coated with my saliva. Julia is mortified by what I’ve done, her jaw hangs open as if I’d committed some atrocity, but I’m not interested in her face. I’m only concerned with how her breasts look. That’s what I’ve been hired for.

“How did that feel?”

“We’re going to take more pictures. The glistening saliva on your stimulated nipple adds an extra dimension to this shoot. When it comes to glamor shots, I’m never wrong.”

“Sure, if you think there’s value.”

“There’s always value to be found.”

Because I’m bad sometimes, I flick the tip of her nipple with my finger and I’m sure it stings, just to provoke her again.

I snap my finger towards my busty assistant, who is a raging lesbian, but with the appearance of a Catholic angel. She’s been working here for a couple of years and I turned her quickly. I made the first move, but in all fairness, she had been eying my legs for months.

My assistant knows to follow my lead when I point to Julia’s breasts. She brings her red lipstick mouth to the nipple I sucked and she continues where I left off, nursing on the small tit. Slow and sensual, the way I had trained her.

I gesture for the photographer to stand closer, to zoom in, getting pictures of my assistant’s mouth sucking on Julia’s dark nipple. The contrast of red lipstick on fair skin is erotic. When the tongue swirls around the nipple, the sight is enticing. Artwork at its finest.

“Antonella, can you have a look at this?”

Someone from a different department brings a laptop and places it on the table. I ignore Julia and focus on other work. Looking through the screen, I give final approval on sketches and illustrations to begin production. I always work fast and rely on instincts. That’s the secret to my success.

Julia’s moan echoes, along with the sounds of the camera snapping. She tried keeping her pleasures quiet, but a studio is a studio, and an open workspace has its downsides. Too bad for her. I know she’s gotten the attention of other employees around here and they’ll be peeping. They always do, both men and women. Who doesn’t love a little workplace romp?

I send the employee with the laptop away after giving my approval. Then I focus my attention back to Julia Wong’s topless situation. I have a great feeling about her, about her business line. I know she has the drive to make it far in this industry.

“…I’ll cum if you don’t stop…”

Ah, the orgasm. She looks like she’s creaming her panties. Her nipples are being worshiped by my personal assistant. I love the contrast of their bodies, a busty woman pleasing a skinny girl. Maybe next time I’ll have them switch places. The photographer is capturing everything in closeups, at different angles, which is always how I want it.

Julia’s face is a withering mess, lips curled and her eyes squeeze shut. She’s young but she clenches her face so hard that it brings out lines everywhere. She cums from her nipples being sucked. Saliva drips from her long nipples, which are rock solid from oral stimulation.

“That’s enough for today,” I say. “We have enough shots.”

The photographer puts the camera down and steps away.

My assistant removes her mouth from Julia’s nipple, leaving a trail of hanging saliva that connects them together, which she wipes away. What’s left is a young Asian woman with the most delightfully perplexed reaction that I’ve ever seen. Julia looks bewildered, with wide eyes and a pair of dark nipples that are slathered with warm saliva. She’s breathing heavy, but she tries to act natural.

Julia is broken, yet reborn. That’s the power of great sex. And even though only her nipples were served, I still consider this as having sex.

I pinch her left nipple and make her flinch. That’ll bring her back to reality.

“Enjoy your cum?” I ask.

“That was the first time it’s ever happened to me.”

“It made for excellent photography. I’m sure we’ll find great use for those pictures.”

She covers her small breasts with the palms of her hands.

“Hopefully those pics will never see the light of day.”

“If you truly felt that way, you never would have allowed those pictures to be taken. For now, let me show you the new promotional packages we’ve been working on. Put your top back on. Or not. It’s your choice.”