Door to Door Bra salesman : Ajit

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Scene 4

(Sangeeta stood straight, her eyes fixed on Ajit. The tension between them was thick like a hot summer air. She could feel her breasts ache and the milk pressing to come out. Ajit slowly took out a long, soft measuring tape from his bag. His hand was shaking a little.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and a little hoarse.) "Ma'am, for best fit, I must measure all around your bust. And then across."

Sangeeta: (She raised her chin, her eyes challenging him. She liked his nervousness but also his boldness.) "Across? What do you mean across?"

Ajit: (He took a step closer. He was very near now, almost touching her. He looked at her deep cleavage.) "Ma'am, for blouse style with deep neck, I must measure from one side of your chest to other side. To know how much skin we can show."

Sangeeta: (She felt a shiver run down her back. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen. She felt dizzy with the excitement and the danger.) "Okay. You do it. But be careful."

(Ajit's hand moved slowly, trembling. First, he put the tape around her back, under her arms. He made sure to brush his fingers over her bare skin on her back. Sangeeta gasped softly. Then, the tape came to her front, directly over her breasts. It felt tight, pressing her full 36E breasts together. Ajit's fingers brushed her skin on the side of her breast. He looked at the number on the tape. He was very close to her. He could smell her perfume and the faint, sweet smell of her milk.)

Ajit: (His voice was a whisper, very near her ear.) "Thirty-six. Just like I thought. You have a very full figure, ma'am."
(Sangeeta's cheeks burned. The milk was now actively leaking, making two dark wet spots on her dress, one bigger than before, spreading from her nipple. She felt a deep ache between her legs. She felt power and also shame.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was husky, almost a moan.) "Now what? You said across."

(Ajit nodded. His hand moved again. He put the tape on her left breast, near her armpit. He began to pull it slowly across her chest, over her dress, over her cleavage, and then over her right breast to the other side. His fingers dragged on her skin. The tape pressed down on her wet nipple, making her gasp loudly. He looked at her face, his eyes dark with lust and triumph.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and controlled, but his breathing was fast.) "Fifteen inches. This means a very wide and deep neck will suit you very well, ma'am. It will show everything."

(Sangeeta could not speak. She was breathing hard. The milk was running down her chest. She felt weak in her knees. Ajit was still very close to her, the tape still across her chest. He looked at her wet breasts through the thin dress, a hungry look in his eyes.)