The Girl’s Special Sale

My name was Sylvia. After graduating from college, I started working at a maternity store.

It was quite large. It sold all kinds of products for mothers.

To attract more customers, my boss, Chuck, decided to hold a public demonstration. He wanted us to personally demonstrate how to use the products.

On that day, many couples came to the store. They gathered in the main hall.

At first, we demonstrated some diapers, car seats, and other products for mothers.

Young couples were inexperienced. Teaching them via public demonstrations was the best approach.

At one point, Chuck brought out a breast pump. He wanted us to demonstrate how to operate it.

He said that only someone with a large chest could make a clear demonstration to customers.

Unfortunately, most of the female employees at the store had relatively small chests. Mine was the largest. It was a full 36D.

I could barely contain them in my blouse.

My heart raced when I took the breast pump.

To demonstrate the device, I had to take off my blouse and expose my generous assets.

Many male customers were gathered in the store. They would probably see me shirtless.

On top of that, I was naturally sensitive. With so many eyes staring at my body, I was worried that I would get worked up.

I quickly shook my head and told Chuck I would not do it.

He just glared and said, “Do it or get lost. You won’t see a dime of your wages.”

I had just graduated and rented an apartment. If I got fired, I would be broke.

With no other choice, I agreed.

Dozens of customers surrounded me.

As I unbuttoned my white blouse, their gazes fixed on me.

That day, I wore a thin, black lace undergarment. My skin was visible through it.

I reached behind my back and unhooked it.

I could clearly see the men’s gazes intensifying as my undergarment slowly fell off. Their nether regions bulged.

Soon, I stood half-naked in the middle of the crowd. Goosebumps rose all over my body.

A strange, embarrassing feeling washed over me. And yet, my body started to tingle in a weird way.

I had never done this in front of so many men since I was a child.

Seeing the admiration and hunger in their eyes gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.

Evidently, my curves were enough to get those men excited.

I took out the breast pump and positioned the breast shield.

“New moms and dads, watch closely. This is how you use the breast pump.”

With that, I pressed the switch.

The pump hummed softly as the silicone cup began to pump slowly.

I could not help but let out a soft moan.

Why did the breast pump feel so good?

It was my first time using one. I had not expected it to feel so intimate. It felt soft, warm, and surprisingly gentle.

The suction was neither too strong nor too weak. It pulled gently, changing their shape.

It almost felt like the real thing.