Bustier Or Bust

Chasing after Toby before she even gets through the door of the office
building, Maggie's out of breath and beginning to sweat a little. At
forty five, she has her hands full with this precious gift, given to her so late in
life. Maggie thought she was through with pediatrician visits, sticky fingers and bumps in the night. Then along came Toby.

He heads straight for the elevator at a run, jumping through the open door, almost rolling into the old man leaning against the back wall.

Toby has wheels on his tennis shoes and they blink red lights when
they hit something or stop, delighting him to no end. He rolls to a

brightly lit stop.

Maggie holds the door open with her hip, while she tries to maneuver
Toby to the side, his red lights blinking brightly. She hated those
ugly shoes, but he loved them, so..what are you gonna do? Maggie has learned
to pick her battles these days.

Suddenly she is booted forward from behind. Catching herself on the
wall, she turns around to see a short, ahem...overweight, twenty something
girl, shoving a huge suitcase on wheels into the elevator.

"Sorry, the wheel caught on the opening." the girl said with a twist
of her ruby red lips, outlined in black.

Maggie couldn't take her eyes off the girl, standing with her
mouth open. The girl had on some sort of bustier, with points on the
breast in Madonna-like fashion over a sleazy looking tank top. Her plump
bottom was squeezed tightly into a pair of very short pants, cut low
around the hips, creating a bulging muffin top around her middle.
A very ugly belly button, adorned with a ruby sort of stone,
surrounded by white skin bursting out over the waistline of the pants,
showed itself proudly.

The girl kept shoving that fricking suitcase into the elevator, until
there was barely room to stand. Maggie moved to the side, leaving only
the space beside the old man,the only place left for the bawdy broad to
stand.

Maggie grinned at her quick thinking, as she saw the old man's eyes light up.
He began to breath in short heavy intervals, ogling the points on the
girls getup.

Maggie giggled to herself, realizing that for one of the few times in
her life, she had made the right move. The man's breath was sucking the
air out of the elevator and filling it with a putrid odor, as it began
to rise to the upper floors of the building. She was glad that Miss
Bawdy had to stand next to him and not her.

Toby was playing with his little car at her feet. Running it up
against the suitcase, it would sizzle and flip over; to his delight.
He squealed with peals of laughter.

Toby had a rather loud voice for a child of only three, creating a
deafening echo inside in the elevator.

Miss Bawdy was sniffing the foul air coming out of Heavy Breather and
moving her feet, trying to get herself positioned farther away from him, to
no avail.

Toby's car missed the suitcase and landed on top of her six
inch heels.

Screaming as though she had been sliced with a knife, she told Toby,
"Keep that stinking car off of me brat!"

Maggie leaned forward to grab Toby when the elevator stopped with a
resounding lurch. Sending 'Heavy Breather' falling over on top of Miss Bawdy. She
begins to beat him off of her, screaming obscenities, with him holding
his hands up in defense of her ring covered digits. Still breathing his scent into the now acrid air in the elevator, the space was getting smaller by the moment.

Maggie helped Toby up from his back, where he had fallen, brushing
him off to quiet him. He had fallen on his wrist, and was now yelping like a dog
from the pain. The noise factor, between Toby and Miss Bawdy was
enough drive a sane person over the edge.

While she was trying to quiet Toby, Miss Bawdy started pushing all the
buttons on the elevator. All at once. This action caught Toby's eye.
He was ready to play the game too. Pulling out of Maggie's hold on him,
he squeezed in front Miss Bawdy.

Miss Bawdy eyed him like a spider on a sill, ready to squish it with
a mighty blow. "Back up kid. I have to get out of here!" she told him,
or rather growled at him. "The air in here is killing me. I can't
stand it!"

Toby was not deterred. If she could play with all the
buttons, so could he. He shoved her back with both hands,
his tiny hands almost getting lost in the folds of her..ah..tummy.

Now Heavy Breather wants in on it too. Leaving his spot to pull Miss
Bawdy's arm, "Leave them buttons alone! You'll have us trapped in here
all day doing that!"

Miss Bawdy was short, but evidently quite strong,
as she took her elbow to Heavy Breather's chest. He falls back and
stumbles over his own feet. Reaching out for balance, his flailing hand grabs the
back of her shirt thingy. Whatever had held it together, gave way. 
He fell backwards with it clutched tightly in his hand, as if that thing
could save him!

"Rape! Rape" Miss Bawdy screams in a blood curdling voice.

Toby jumped into Maggie's arms, no longer interested in the buttons
that light up like a game boy. His eyes were opened wide at the sounds
emanating from her throat. Cat like sounds. Big cat.

Heavy Breather is laying on the floor, trying to untangle his hands
from the Wonder Womanise piece of equipment, that he had by no means
intended, pulled from Miss Bawdy's bosoms. His eyes were bulging as he
fought with the forbidden garment wrapped around
his hands.

Miss Bawdy leans over to him. (Oh No) Maggie covers Toby's eyes with
her hands from the sight of her back end in full blooming view,
ripping the garment from Heavy Breather's hands. "Give me that old man.
You wouldn't know what to do with it anyway!"

Heavy breather tries to get up from the dirty carpet on the floor,
with little success. His breathing becomes more and more labored as
he struggles to get his legs under him. Emitting more of the foul odor
from his breath. It's stench is thicker now, sucking all the air from
the tiny cubicle.

Maggie holds tightly to Toby, who is now ever so quiet, as he watches in
wonder. Miss Bawdy is putting her..thing back around her much too bulging
body. Toby is mesmerized by the antics she performs with the bustier.

Maggie pushes against the wall trying to get as far away as possible,
while Miss Bawdy slings the bustier around trying to get it back on.
It's at least two sizes too small for her, so it continues to spring
back open every time she tries to re-hook it in the front. Her face is
red now from working so hard. Shoving those buxom size forty two's
into a size thirty six is aparently hard work. Evidently, this is a two man job.

She looks over at Maggie. Maggie shrinks down as far as she can,
turning her head away from the gushing front of Miss Bawdy, no longer
tightly trussed in her garment. Maggie felt slightly sick.

"OMG!" Miss Bawdy howls. "It won't bite you! Deal with it!"

At that moment the elevator door whooshes open, saving Maggie from the
too awful thought of putting her hands on that thing, or the woman.

Two maintenance men stood at the door, ready to help. Little did they know,
just what awaited their helping hands.

Maggie held onto Toby. Stepping around the suitcase, she quickly runs
out of the elevator. Glancing back, she sees Miss Bawdy standing
proudly, as one of the maintenance guys helped buckle her back into her,
oh so tight, bustier.