The Low Cut

Willow is seated at the table, the plug humming, when she feels the cool air on her chest and realizes the low V-cut bodice has shifted, exposing the upper swell of her C-cup breasts and the hard points of her nipples through the thin fabric. David's gaze drops to her chest, and he smiles, leaning in to murmur, 'Everyone can see how eager you are, sweetheart. Let them look.' He reaches out and traces one finger along the edge of the bodice, not pulling it up, but pressing it lower, and Willow's breath catches as she feels the eyes of the nearby tables on her exposed skin. The maître d' passes with a wine list, his glance lingering on her chest before he looks away, and David adds, 'That's my good girl—showing them exactly what you are.'