After undoing the gauntlet of hooks, straps, clasps, and snaps, her bra hung open and her heavy breasts hung free. Aside from the red areas that marked where her bra bit into her flesh, her skin shone radiant even in the dim light of the room.
Ulyana wasted no time and started to bark orders. "Raise arms." The measuring tape circled around. The old lady was furiously scrawling numbers in a small notebook. "Turn." "Stand straight." "Lift breasts. Lift please. Higher. Hmph!"
Allison was struggling to lift her breasts up and away from her body, but they were both extremely heavy and super soft. They wanted to roll away each time she tried to grip them.
"Lift please."
"It's harder than it looks."
"Hard is watching youngest child dying of tuberculosis. Lift."
Did the lady always have to trump her problems with tales of woe from the Old World? Allison finally got them out of the way and the measuring tape snaked around under her bust. All this seemed excessive. "Don't you only need two measurements for this?"
"Feh. Two measures only good for bra fitting in two places." She continued her work in silence until she flipped Allison's glossy ponytail over her shoulder to read the tape better. "Red hair very lucky color in Ukraine. Very beautiful."
Allison winced. Having awkward conversation while being topless and vulnerable? It was like some kind of nightmare. "Actually that's what I always got made fun of for before these started to develop." Allison thrust out her chest a bit. "Still, I think it attracts too much attention."
"Attention is good, yes? The boyfriends have to form line circling block. You must have to carry club to keep them at bay."
"Well, no." That was kind of a sore point.
"Beautiful young lady such as yourself with healthy bust?" Ulyana held her arms out in front of her. "Nothing?"
This was like was like explaining to her parents why she was still single. Allison rolled her eyes and maintained her sullen silence.
"Ah, in this country, the men, they prefer the stick. Big time fashion designer from New York come to me saying: Ulyana, dresses you are making so well, please contribute to fall collection. And I am saying: I make dresses for women not for stick. Here is burlap sack for scarecrow ladies. Fill with straw and crops will be safe from bird attack."
A reluctant smile spoiled Allison's sour expression. It spread across her face and exploded into laughter that set her chest jiggling.
"Ah, we are agreeing. Yes, laugh. Many things to be thankful for."
Thought so... get that industrial monster off of her and she's happier already. This new bra will be the best thing that's heppened to her in a long time.^_^
I just wanted Ulyana to have lived a long hard life so she could impart some wisdom upon her young charge. Also this way she doesn't distract from Allison :)
"Ah, in this country, the men, they prefer the stick. Big time fashion designer from New York come to me saying: Ulyana, dresses you are making so well, please contribute to fall collection. And I am saying: I make dresses for women not for stick. Here is burlap sack for scarecrow ladies. Fill with straw and crops will be safe from bird attack."-the sad truth!
*notes tuberculosis remark* She has an undeniable point there. Just imagine seeing a little kid die from illness, it'll make your problems seem non-existant. I can't handle the death of a child in a movie, I can't imagine how it would feel if a kid died in front of me.... *cough* That aside for a moment, awesome story!
Ulyana wasted no time and started to bark orders. "Raise arms." The measuring tape circled around. The old lady was furiously scrawling numbers in a small notebook. "Turn." "Stand straight." "Lift breasts. Lift please. Higher. Hmph!"
Allison was struggling to lift her breasts up and away from her body, but they were both extremely heavy and super soft. They wanted to roll away each time she tried to grip them.
"Lift please."
"It's harder than it looks."
"Hard is watching youngest child dying of tuberculosis. Lift."
Did the lady always have to trump her problems with tales of woe from the Old World? Allison finally got them out of the way and the measuring tape snaked around under her bust. All this seemed excessive. "Don't you only need two measurements for this?"
"Feh. Two measures only good for bra fitting in two places." She continued her work in silence until she flipped Allison's glossy ponytail over her shoulder to read the tape better. "Red hair very lucky color in Ukraine. Very beautiful."
Allison winced. Having awkward conversation while being topless and vulnerable? It was like some kind of nightmare. "Actually that's what I always got made fun of for before these started to develop." Allison thrust out her chest a bit. "Still, I think it attracts too much attention."
"Attention is good, yes? The boyfriends have to form line circling block. You must have to carry club to keep them at bay."
"Well, no." That was kind of a sore point.
"Beautiful young lady such as yourself with healthy bust?" Ulyana held her arms out in front of her. "Nothing?"
This was like was like explaining to her parents why she was still single. Allison rolled her eyes and maintained her sullen silence.
"Ah, in this country, the men, they prefer the stick. Big time fashion designer from New York come to me saying: Ulyana, dresses you are making so well, please contribute to fall collection. And I am saying: I make dresses for women not for stick. Here is burlap sack for scarecrow ladies. Fill with straw and crops will be safe from bird attack."
A reluctant smile spoiled Allison's sour expression. It spread across her face and exploded into laughter that set her chest jiggling.
"Ah, we are agreeing. Yes, laugh. Many things to be thankful for."