"Can I get dressed now?" asked the lawyer, impatiently.

"Not yet," said the surgeon cheerfully, as she examined the other woman's spectacular breasts. "Okay, all the bruising has gone, and I can't see any scars even though I know where to look. How do they feel?"

"They feel fine. No back pain or anything like that. And I bought a bra that still lets me go jogging."

"Good – they shouldn't be too heavy - though that wasn't quite what I meant. Any loss in sensitivity?"

"I don't..."

"Have you, or anyone else, played with them since the bruises faded?"

"No."

The surgeon shrugged, then cupped the lawyer's right breast and gently ran a thumb around the coral-pink nipple, which instantly stiffened and swelled. The lawyer gasped, partly out of outrage but also out of pure physical pleasure. "Nice," said the surgeon approvingly. "Feels completely natural to the touch, too: soft, but not too soft, good and firm for their size. How about the other one? You can try touching that yourself, if you'd rather."

The lawyer blinked, then hefted her own left breast and carefully tweaked the nipple.

"Licking or sucking them would feel even better," said the surgeon. "They're big enough now that you could do it yourself, if there's no-one else around to do it for you. Not that finding someone should be a problem."

The lawyer's flawless peaches-and-cream cheeks turned almost the same shade of crimson as her nipples. "I know you're used to dealing with porn performers and strippers, Doctor, but some professional courtesy –"

"Please don't call me 'Doctor'; it makes me think one or both of my parents are here, and that freaks me the fuck out," said the surgeon, with a hint of her original Outer British accent. "Call me Ashley. And yes, I realised you know who I mostly work for – and the catalogue I showed you was full of pictures of porn star boobs, as I'm sure you knew. The pair you picked for your self are copies of the lovely natural 34 double-ds of a 20-year-old Christy Canyon, and you bought them hoping they'd help you sway juries and judges – even though you've done a lot of work for some of the worst bigots who ever got caught cruising the stalls in an airport bathroom or banned from a shopping mall."

The lawyer didn't flinch. "I'm good at what I do, so my services are in demand, and I accept work from whoever will pay me the best. It's not always pleasant, but it is rewarding. And I came to you because you're supposed to be the best at what you do, and you took my money. That makes us both mercenaries, so trying to take the moral high ground –"

"Oh, I'll cheerfully admit to being amoral, Maxine," said Ashley. "Possibly even immoral. And if getting paid for my work makes me a whore, I'll admit to that, too. But I'm proud of my work, and it isn't only rewarding financially. I like porn stars and strippers: it's why I bought the strip club down the street. I like men, too, and couples – actually, I prefer couples – but the best part of my job is the pleasure I get from making women look and feel sexier. I like porn, I like fucking, I like big beautiful boobs, and I like fucking porn stars with big beautiful boobs. Men, too, or both at the same time when I have the energy. Fuck, I'm getting horny just thinking about it. Whereas you've probably slept with at least one of your law professors, and with at least one man you clerked for, and some of the senior partners, and maybe even a few of the more important clients, but I'm guessing you didn't enjoy it much, or expect to. So I may be a bigger slut than you, and I'm not at all ashamed of that, but I suspect you're more of a whore. A well-paid whore, which most people confuse with being classier, but a whore nonetheless."

Maxine, scowling, took a step away from her and bent over to pick her bra up from the shelf beside the...