Aisha gripped the rail to steady herself as the bus ran over speed bumps and potholes. Unfortunately all the seats were taken and Aisha found herself crammed for space between a couple of girls with dyed hair and layers of makeup. She figured by their dress they were probably going to a party or something. Aisha shook her head, wrapped her other hand around the rail, and tried to tune out their conversation beside her.
"Oh my god Ella, you're really rocking that top."
"I know, right? Yours is super cute too, Brooklyn! Do you think Mark will like it?"
One of the girls leaned forward across Aisha, her massive tits pressing against the medallion. "Seriously? Hey- give me some space, girls." "Hey- don't be such a grump." The girl replied and slid past her, arriving on the other side to continue chatting with her friend. Aisha sighed, moving over to sit down in the now-vacant spot. That probably could have gone a little more politely, but Aisha was feeling stressed after her meeting with her client. She sighed and glanced over at the girls beside her again, suddenly aware of her own breasts. Aisha knew she wasn't much to look at, but she definitely didn't want to think of that as part of her business. That would go against what her father had taught her. Still, on the flipside of the coin she knew hotter women got better deals. That was just the reality of the situation, whether she liked it or not. Not that she was complaining of course; she knew she had put a lot of work into her position, and in the end that was what mattered to her. Aisha adjusted the neckline of her suit, feeling a little hot. "Must be this packed bus or something." She muttered, just glad that her stop was next.