Suddenly the door swung open and Brandon came rushing in, stopping just as suddenly with his mouth dropping and his eyes fixed onto my chest.
“What the fuck?!” he demanded, staring at me in shock. Looking up to my face briefly, then back down to my chest, Brandon asked, “Did you get a fucking boob job? What the hell, you were normal the other day.”
I flushed with embarrassment and reached over for my sweater, unable to believe that I’d forgotten to lock the door.
“All right,” I told Brandon while I covered myself up, feeling completely humiliated as I did so. “It’s like this..” and I started telling him all about the ring and the medallion. And about what Penny had done to me, neglecting to mention my equipment still wasn’t up to par. After all, that wasn’t any of his damn business.
“Awesome,” Brandon said when I had finished, still looking at my boobs, even if they were covered now. “That is so fucking unbelievable.” I snorted, knowing that it did sound rather far fetched. “And you can’t take the ring off either?”
Brandon asked me amazed. I nodded my head, sighing.
Looking down at my watch, I told Brandon, “It’s about time for me to take off. I’ll see you later, hopefully without these.” I grabbed hold of my tits as I said that last.
“See ya,” he said, still smirking as I left the room.