Lo, A Matron Blooming

Stylings by Bizarra-1

Stylings by Bizarra

Four-inch heels and a tailored leather pencil skirt forced Maria Tremblay to take short quick steps as she hurried along the richly carpeted hallway past the rows of glassed-in cubicles and then up a flight of stairs to the Design Director’s office on the second floor or Inner Sanctum as the staff called it. The CEO, Design director, and CFO of Stylings by Bizarra had their offices there. It was also where the CEO Ms. Williams known to the staff as the Diva held forth after hours.

It was nearly 6 PM. Most of the staff, seamstresses, and mannequins had already vacated their cubicles. Maria hoped Senora Angelina Bassetti, the Design Director, hadn’t forgotten about her appointment. She was very nervous about the meeting, but if anyone could help her, Senora could. Over the eight years Maria had worked at the firm, Senora had grown as close to her as her mother.

On the way up the stairs, she nearly bumped into Jeffrey Stillwell, the firm’s CFO and a ruggedly handsome brute. She caught the cast of his eyes taking her in, especially the exaggerated bounce of her breasts and bold cleavage showing through the sheer fabric of her blouse. He gave her an odd tentative sort of smile as he hurried down the stairs, but said nothing to her, just gave her a simple nod. Maria heaved a sigh of relief when she reached the second floor. This was one of those times when she wished the Diva didn’t demand her female employees wear the firm’s most daring styles at work.

As she hurried down the hall to Senora’s office, she was relieved to see light leaking from beneath her door. An engraved brass plaque next to the door read, Senora Bassetti - Director, Lingerie Design. Like most of the management in the firm, Angelina had a nickname. Everyone, including the Diva, called her Senora; a title she clearly relished and took very seriously.

When Maria knocked on the office door, she heard Angelina mutter something that sounded like come in. As she opened the door, she saw the spacious office was in its usual state of disarray. Bolts of sheer exotic fabric, tissue paper patterns, and the tools of a seamstress were piled everywhere. Angelina stood in the middle of the brightly lit room with her back to Maria. She didn’t turn, but apologized for her muttered reply, pointing out her mouth was full of straight pins. She was piecing together a new bra design on Molly, one of the pretty mannequins the Diva kept under lock and key for Senora’s beck and call.

Senora had come into the firm as a young woman, was one of the original employees. Everyone said she knew the Diva better than anyone else in the firm and was the only employee who wasn’t under the Diva’s thumb. She’d emigrated from Sicily and was old enough to be Maria’s mother, which in a metaphorical way she was. In her youth, she’d had a voluptuous shape, but time and too much pasta had taken their toll, leaving her with a thick-waist, broad hips, and a heavy bust line that balanced the spread of her hips. She wore her lustrous black hair pulled back and twisted into a frizz.

She had on a plain black dress, what she always wore to the office. As mandated by the Diva, the neckline was cut in a low sweep that dramatized her huge olive-skinned breasts and jiggling cleavage. Even if the Diva had not mandated low necklines, Senora likely would have done so anyway. She clearly enjoyed presenting her bosom to the firm’s customers and employees. In spite of her position as head of lingerie design, she herself never wore a bra. Her enormous breasts swayed and shook as she pinned the diaphanous bra pieces in place on the mannequin. Maria had never been able to understand how this buxom Sicilian who still looked and spoke as she’d just stepped off the boat could design such fanciful, erotic lingerie.

The mannequin, Molly, smiled at Maria when she came into the office. With her arms extended and teetering awkwardly on her stiletto heels, the poor thing was doing her best just to stand still. Senora seemed preoccupied with her pinning and adjusting as she built the new bra. She paid no heed to the mannequin’s nervous state and desire to please her mistress. Molly might as well have been a dress dummy, which as far as Senora and the Diva were concerned she was. The Diva kept a stable of young mannequins in the firm, virtual prisoners all. She placed them under Senora’s control. When they weren’t pleasuring the Diva or being used for lingerie design, Senora kept the mannequins locked away in a windowless dormitory in the basement of the firm.

Senora had tight-laced Molly into a finely boned waist cincher, another of her new creations. It shrunk Molly’s trained waist another inch or two and lifted her plump breasts in the new bra. Looking at her, Maria wondered how the girl could breathe. Along with the waist cincher, Senora had dressed Molly in sheer charcoal panties and a wisp of a garter belt that held up smoky seamed nylons. Everything the mannequin wore was a product of the firm. Maria could see why the Diva had made Molly into a mannequin. She was just nineteen and very pretty with short straight bright blue hair, glossy scarlet lips, and a high full bust line that looked like it was about to burst from the confines of her new bra. While Molly had better legs, Maria consoled herself with the fact Molly’s cleavage was less spectacular than her own. At least she could be thankful for that.

Senora turned her head to Maria. She acknowledged Maria with a wave of her hand. Through the pins in her mouth, she said, “Come in, come in, Cara Mia. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Avoiding the clutter, Maria stepped nervously into the office. While she waited, she realized she couldn’t keep her eyes off Molly who was looking back at her now with such a pouty expression and limpid almond-shaped green eyes Maria could feel her panties growing wet. The girl was gorgeous and made Maria feel older than her 28 years.

“Angelina, I love that filmy bra material, the saucy way you’re showing her nipples.”

Molly lifted her eyebrows and smiled hopefully as if she’d like nothing better than to show her n*****s to Maria. The model’s spectacular display of breast and the dark outline of her s*x beneath her panties were setting Maria on edge. The vision of all that lush pulchritude made Maria think of Page, her long time girlfriend. They didn’t live together; Maria hadn’t been to bed with her for weeks. It had been way too long. Maria was certain she’d picked up the scent radiating from Molly. She wondered if Senora had caught it, too.

Senora turned her head to Maria. “I’m glad you like it. It’s exactly what I had in mind. I’ve cut the bra low enough to show plenty of breast and cleavage. The fabric is soft and sheer enough her n*****s just naturally come out to play.” Senora teased Molly’s n*****s with her fingernail until they popped through the diaphanous fabric. Smiling, she turned to Maria. “You see what I mean?”

“I do and she’s too cute for words. I don’t know where you get your inspiration.” Senora shrugged. “Sophia Loren has always inspired me.”

She turned her attention back to Molly. After making one final adjustment, she stood back and studied the mannequin. She carefully removed the pinned prototype bra from Molly. Maria caught her breath as Molly’s bare breasts bounced out of the bra. Unsupported, Molly’s breasts stood upright and her raspberry-tipped n*****s pointed straight at Maria. She gave Maria a coquettish smile.

Maria returned the smile. “Angelina, I swear her bust is still growing. Just how big are they?”

Molly blushed and looked down at her breasts.

“I’ve put this one on a pasta diet. She eats like a horse. She’s filling out nicely through the bust and hips, don’t you think? It won’t be long before I have that waist down to twenty inches and the bust line at 36JJ.” She sighed, “Which, of course, is right where the Diva wants her. She says it will be good for business.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Maria murmured.

Senora turned Molly around and gave her a noisy spank on her backside. “You’d better stop making those googlie-eyes at Maria. Do it again, and I’ll turn you over my knee and then I’ll tell the Diva what you’ve been up to. Put on your robe; be quick. The Diva’s waiting for you in her suite; you’d better behave yourself, young lady. I know what she has in mind for tonight and you know what I’ll do to you tomorrow morning if I get a bad report.”

Maria felt a short pang of sympathy for the mannequin as she belted herself into a silk robe and hurried out of Angelina’s office. Maria could see the fear building in the mannequin’s eyes and sense her aura of fright. The Diva’s appetite for mannequins was legendary. Everyone knew her s****l tastes were as unique as the clothing and lingerie she created and sold to her customers. Maria wished she could be a fly on the wall in the Diva’s suite. It would make for an interesting evening. It wasn’t all bad. Molly was paid well and housed by the firm. She had no expenses and if there were a good reason, the Diva would release her. On balance, few of the mannequins ever wanted to leave.

When Molly had disappeared down the hall, Senora said, “That one’s really in for it tonight. The Diva’s had a bad week and she’s in a foul mood. I’ll be joining her shortly, which I’d rather not do, but you know how that goes. Most nights when I’m invited to join her, I really do enjoy myself. A good whipping is always exciting and it gets my juices flowing. However, tonight I’m tired. I’d just like to go home and cook a good meal. Still, a job is a job and the Diva has been good to me. I cannot ignore her. Oh to be nineteen again, eh, Cara Mia?”

“Just once I’d like to see what goes on in the Diva’s suite after office hours.”

“Well, I can tell you the Diva likes you and she has her eye on you. Perhaps your day may soon come. Would you like me to try to arrange it? You might be sorry.”

“I-I don’t know about that.”

“Better you wait then. With Molly, the other mannequins, and Jeffrey, it can get pretty intense.”

“Jeffrey, what a hunk. The man’s an Adonis.”

“Yes, he is, and the Diva sees to it he stays that way.”

“Speaking of staying in shape, Senora, I don’t think I ever had a body like Molly’s. I mean when I was Molly’s age even then my boobs didn’t point straight out.”

“She won’t look so cute tomorrow morning. She’ll need that big pillow over there. She’ll need it to sit on. Look at me. My bosom has grown into a pair of big beach balls. They are below my waist now and they point straight down. Do you know what? Men, my hubby, they don’t complain. ‘The bigger the better,’ he says.”

Maria couldn’t help laughing. At the same time, she felt a pang of sadness as she realized Angelina’s husband was exactly the kind of man she’d envisioned for herself, but had never found. A man who would love her for who she was, who was nuts about her t**s, and would allow her to spend time with Page. So far, only Page had come close to her ideal and Page was a girl. Over the long haul, she wondered if Sapphic love would suffice.

“So, Maria, what brings you up here? You’re so busy sewing new dresses and jeans downstairs I rarely see you anymore. Come over here and give me a hug.”

As Senora enfolded Maria into her arms, Maria said, “It’s my bras, Angelina. Every one of my bras – even your newest designs – are driving me crazy. The straps cut into my shoulders, pinch my ribs, and they just plain don’t fit. Can you help? I’m getting so damn big; I’m not sure what...”

Senora smiled. She gave Maria a kiss on her cheek. “I understand where you’re coming from, Cara Mia.” She went to the office door and closed it. “By the way, I love the way you look in that leather skirt. So slinky and you’ve got the hips to wear it. Now, take off the skirt along with your blouse. Then stand in front of my mirror. I want to have a good look at you.”