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Day 3: The Bounce Factor
When Clare entered "Loved Ones" the following day, her attitude had shifted dramatically. She walked with renewed determination. She was not going to stress over the past two days. She would just deal with it. It was only two months, and it did make the day easier when one-third of your patients did everything you asked. So she had to flash her tits for a few seconds, big deal. It would all be a distant memory when she got to tell Nathan, "I quit." After that, New York and the world.
In fact, in spite of the circumstances, Clare was humming happily as she walked through those normally dreary automatic doors. She even gave Billy a smile as she walked by, which probably made the guy's entire day. She had just finished changing and was putting her hair in a ponytail when Amy entered the locker room.
"Well, well, I hear congratulations is in order," Amy said, her voice dripping is disdain.
"Congratulations?" she responded.
What the fuck was this bitch talking about?
"Yea, you finally got a pride review from one of the friends. Didn't you see the wall?"
Honestly, Clare never bothered to look at the Pride Wall, it was not like her name was ever there anyways. She walked over to see what Amy was referring to.
"Thank you Ms. Clare! You are the best!" was written on a pink slip of paper and was signed Greg—even though the reviews were supposed to be anonymous. Clare could not help but smile, it was kind of sweet.
"Who knew you had a heart?" Amy chided as she closed her locker and strode out of the locker room.
"Who knew you had a heart," Clare mocked in her most juvenile voice at the retreating figure, "Bitch."
Not allowing the confrontation to ruin her mood, she read the note again. Her first pride review. Even though she often told herself that she did not care what these people thought, she had to admit that reading that piece of paper made her feel good. She was once again humming to herself as she headed to Mr. Grange's room.
Clare flew through her first two appointments so quickly that she actually had a few minutes to rest in the break room—something that never happened. She took the moment to calm herself and reiterate that the Greg situation was "no big deal." Her confidence rejuvenated, Clare strode towards her third and final appointment.
"Greg?" she called and opened it when she heard his muffled reply.
"H—hi Ms. Clare!"
"Hiya Greg," Clare said.
His exuberant smile was contagious and a moment later she was smiling as well.
No big deal
, she repeated in her head.
"How are you today?"
"G—great!" he exclaimed, "I'm going to be g—good today!"
Clare sighed, knowing full well what that implied, but remained upbeat.
A cooperative resident is worth it,
she thought, once again justifying it all to herself.
"Great, good to hear it. Why don't we get started?"
True to his word, Greg followed every instruction without question. The appointment went flawlessly, and before she knew it, Greg had finished his chores and was expectantly waiting at the edge of the bed.
Showtime
, she thought. Unlike the prior two days, Clare did not even try to wiggle out of flashing him. She had already resigned herself to this ordeal, and silently reached under her shirt to unclasp her bra. Greg's eyes shined when she pulled her shirt up and showed him her breasts for the third time in three days. She was forced to admit that it did get easier each time, and that teensy-tiny part of her reveled in look of pure adulation on his face.
Greg sat, mouth agape, fascinated by the youthful breasts standing proudly before him. Clare watched him, flattered by his unbridled enthusiasm. That teensy-tiny part started to grow bolder and whispered mischievously to, "Give him a show." The corners of her mouth crept upwards as she thought about the pride review Greg wrote her.
What would it hurt,
she thought playfully.
Clare had dealt with boys ogling her body for years. By the time she had finished puberty, they had been practically lining up to try and get her to "fool around." She was not ignorant to the juvenile things that guys liked—especially when it came to breasts. Clare looked at the near reverence apparent in Greg's features and smirked.
Just wait till he sees this
, she thought with a giggle.
Her giggle must have gotten his attention as Greg's eyes broke free of her chest and looked at her face questioningly. Clare simply smiled, rose up to her tippy-toes, and gave him a wink before dropping quickly back to her heels. The action caused her boobs to bounce wildly up-and-down and Greg's eyes ratcheted even wider. He squealed in delight. Clare noticed the bulge between his legs also become more animated. It was clear that he liked what he saw.
Clare spent the next minute or so bouncing her tits for Greg's amusement and laughing alongside him. She was putting on quite the show for him and the utter elation on his face was intoxicating. It did occur to Clare at one point that doing this might be opening Pandora's Box even further, but she dismissed the concern. Greg's amusement was infectious and the way her bouncing breasts captivated him sent tingles down her spine. That she could have this effect on another human being was electrifying.
Eventually, the moment faded and Clare's emotions gave way to reason. She decided it was past time to end the show. She stopped bounding up-and-down and pulled her shirt back into place, ignoring the audible complaints from her spectator. The true magnitude of what she had just done set in and her cheeks darkened. Oddly enough, she did not really regret it.
Clare gave Greg her best smile and said, "See ya tomorrow."
"I—I can't wait!"
