TEMPTED. ||BEYNIKA

Bet. 3

ONIKA was almost to her office when she felt the strap go. She rolled her eyes in irritation and veered away from her office toward the washroom. She should have known better than to wear this particular bra. It was one of her older ones and she knew the strap was starting to wear. It didn't seem to matter how expensive the bra was, eventually the weight of her breasts put too much strain on the material, and she ended up with busted underwire or torn straps.

She ducked into the washroom and stripped off her suit jacket. It was the one Friday of the month where they were allowed to wear casual clothes. Today she had paired her usual jacket with a thin, white cotton camisole and a knee-length jean skirt. Calf-hugging leather boots completed the outfit.

Cursing under her breath, she dug through her purse for a safety pin as Aaliyah, one of the admin staff, came barging in. "Whatcha' doin'?" she asked as she checked her makeup in the mirror.

"My stupid bra strap broke," Onika grumbled. She gave a snort of triumph as she found a safety pin deep in the bottom of her purse. "Can you help me with this? The strap ripped at the back. Can you pin it back on?"

"Sure."

Aaliyah smoothed the strap of her bra down and pulled it tight before carefully pinning it together. She stepped back. "There you go, Onika-boo. Good as new."

There was a soft ping as the safety pin bent under the pressure and popped open.
"Dammit!" Onika snapped as the sharp end of the pin dragged across her soft flesh.

Aaliyah untangled the pin and dropped it in the garbage can. "Hold on, I might have another one."

Before she could start digging through her purse again, Aaliyah laughed. "Forget it, Onika. A safety pin is no match for your boobs."

Onika sighed and stared at herself in the mirror. "I guess I can make it through the day like this."

Aaliyah shook her head. "It'll look better if you just take off the damn thing."

"Are you crazy? I can't go without a bra in the office."

"What's the big deal? You're young, they're perky, and you're wearing a suit jacket. No one will notice. Take it off and we'll see what it looks like."

Onika unhooked her bra, yanked it out from under her camisole, and dropped it on the counter. She studied her upper body in the mirror. The camisole she was wearing was a bit too small but that was working in her favour. She walked in place for a few minutes. Her breasts jiggled a little more than usual, but the suit jacket would cover that up.

"Well, as long as you don't run, I think you'll be okay." Aaliyah grinned.

As Onika slipped into her suit jacket and buttoned it up, Aaliyah sighed and cupped her own small breasts.

"Jesus, I wish I had your tits. I swear to God they're perkier than mine."

Onika rolled her eyes. "They're not always a blessing, Aaliyah . Trust me."

Aaliyah turned sideways and straightened her back, staring critically at herself. "Yeah, but I bet if I had tits like yours, I could fuck Beyoncé Knowles and win the damn office bet before the day was over."

Onika flushed a little. It was a week and she still couldn't believe what had happened while she was trapped in the elevator with Beyoncé during the power outage. She would be inclined to believe it was a dream if not for the fading marks on her breasts from Beyoncé's mouth. Not to mention the vivid memory of how amazing it felt when Beyoncé had lowered her to the elevator floor, spread her legs wide, and fucked her to a mind-blowing orgasm.
She turned and stuffed her bra into the garbage can. Remembering what happened with Beyoncé was a bad idea.