Stepping slowly into the lingerie store (why this store in particular drew you to it, you have no idea), you knock gently on the door frame.
"Hello, anyone here?"
"Why yes, handsome, I'm here." The voice is issued from a sultry beauty, her long blonde hair falling in gentle waves about her fair face. Of course, your eyes are pulled not to her face but to the voluptuous volleyballs that are her breasts, barely contained within a tight red latex bra that's strapped tightly around her. "Oh, so you like this? Well, you can have it if you're really interested..." To your surprise, she reaches back to undo the clasp on the only thing holding back that gargantuan chest of hers.
"No, no!", you protest (even though a part of you really doesn't want her to stop). "I'm just looking for directions, that's all. I wanted-"
"Oh, I think I know what you want. Why not be a man and take it for yourself?" She starts sensuously rubbing your chest, slowly massaging you. The pure bliss she's bringing to you is unimaginable... but you can't. You've barely even spoken a word to her, there's no way you could return her advances. "Hmm. Don't like the fit? Oh well, you can keep it anyways. I suppose I might as well show you out."
Suddenly, she's stopped touching you, stopped flirting entirely, and is leading you to the front gate of the circus. Within moments, she's walked you out and left for her shop without another word. As soon as she escapes your view, you come back to your senses enough to notice a tightness on your chest. Lifting your shirt, you find a red bra wrapped around your torso, snuggly squeezing your male chest. Guess that massage was just her putting this on you. A bit weird of her, but then again, this hasn't really been an ordinary night.